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Loooool... Please do pray for him... Thankz Eyezik...

eyezik3: O'boy i been dey camp ooo, i dey pray over Banji's matter cuz d guy need prayer very well ooo! Nice writeup kingzpen.

All is well... I purposely didn't put suspense so u can rest ur mind... looool...

zainharb: Dis kind wink. Hope all is well wit d wink o

EPISODE 52


Oh my God! My death is at the door, I said to myself. I hopped away from the bed like a frog and fearfully went in search of my pant.

I cared less about who was at the door because all I could think of was to disappear from Sheri’s room. Sheri and I were confused of what to do next, jostling against each other at intervals.

My tongue immediately switched back to its origin. “Please, where can I hide?” I muttered,vibrating like a drenched dog.

Sheri didn’t pay attention to me because she was busy dressing up to save her dear life.

I went around looking for my pant but couldn’t locate it. “Sheri, please where is my pant?” I yelled.

She paused and looked at me with a blazing eyes. “You don dey mad abi? You dey ask me for your pant, na him I wear for head.” She said and hissed.

I have no choice than to bear the cross by myself. I saw my trouser few seconds later and wore it quickly without my pant. Who cares? Atleast my trouser wasn’t transparent so who could notice I wasn’t wearing a pant.

“Sheri! Are you deaf? Open this door now!”

“Malc,I dey come.” Sheri said, with a frown on her face.

It was Sheri’s mother,but that didn’t change the fact that I was in trouble because Sheri’s room had no hiding place. Behind the door? Wrong place to hide, so cliche, the first place to be suspected and I couldn’t afford to be caught so easily.

Sheri cared less about me, went towards the door to open it. I was tensed, so I looked around for where to hide but still had no place to dodge. This is a rat hole, I said to myself. Sheri withdrew to me, pointed at the window and asked if I could escape through it. That was a billion dollar idea, I hastily moved to the window and climbed it.

“Hey!” Sheri called.

I looked behind, still on the window, then she threw my pant to me,which I angrily threw back at her. Thud! I jumped down and landed at their backyard, where clothes were spread to dry.

“Hey! Who are you?” A voice roared at me.

I paused and couldn’t look back, I calculated on what next to do, run away or stay and be interrogated. I chose the former. I took off speedily as the unknown man chased after me. I peeped behind and saw the reason to increase my speed, Old Soldier. I ran as fast as a whipped horse, outrunning Old Soldier to my house.

I got to my house, picked my bag and ran out as fast as possible. Thank goodness, I finally got off my street, I was quite relieved but it didn’t last when I remembered I hadn’t accomplished my aim of returning home. I can’t go back to Old Soldier to ask him about my mum’s whereabout and I can’t visit the whole hospital in the neighbourhood, I thought.

I took a glimpse at my wrist watch, 5:50 P.M. it read. “Mummy, I love you so much but I was stupid to make my visit futile. I pray you get well soon. Please don’t leave me alone in this world. You’re all I got. I promise to make you proud henceforth and I will sure come back to see you.” I said,gazing at the dark cloud,with tears trickling down my cheeks.

I hurried to the busstop to board a motorcycle to the garage. “Bike! Hey Okada!” I shouted, waving at various motorcycles zooming by. “Okada!”

I at last got one, boarded it and zoomed off to the garage. I alighted, dipped my hands into my side pockets to meet them empty. I almost fainted on the spot.

The motorcyclist looked at me and smiled. “Bros, hope you ain’t acting drama because I go collect my money complete.” The motorcyclist said, jacked his bike up by its stand and folded his arms.

“Abeg, I dey come. I go give you in Jesus name.” I nervously said as I scratched my pocket as if money were bread-crumbs.

Luckily for me, I found some money at the hind pocket of my trouser. I sighed in relief, gave it to the motorcyclist and he zoomed away. How would I get to school was the question I wondered about. I had no money with me, save two hundred and fifty naira. There’s nothing God cannot do, I said to myself as I walked inside the garage. The time was 6:19 P.M. not surprised everywhere was already dark. The bus I would board had just a passenger left to be filled, which was an opportunity for me, but where was the money?

My brain, like a computer figured out a strategy. I stayed almost fifteen steps away from the bus, scanning around for the last passenger to arrive. Few minutes later,the beautiful lady arrived,entered the bus and sat.

I counted for some seconds and ran to the bus like I was ignorant about it all. “Hope the bus is not filled?” I asked, panting and stretching my neck into the bus.

“O boy, the bus don full.” The driver said. “Come tomorrow because na the last bus for today be this.”

“Yeh! Please I beg you with God, I have to deliver a message this night.” I pityfully said.

“Wetin we go do now?” He asked concerned.

“Make we dey go na! Shey una no know sey night don reach ni?” A passenger angrily yelled from the bus.

The driver left me standing and went to his seat while I quickly slided the door of the bus open, entered and sat on the engine and closed the door.

“Aunty, please don’t be annoyed let me manage here.” I said to the lady I inconvenienced.

She nodded and gave me a wink.



TO BE CONTINUED...

You can insert action into your fiction...

stefikal: I dnt c my self writing action oooo...make I still stick 2 fiction jejely

Flakky Dearie,

My advice for today are:

1. When describing your characters, don't use physical description but make comparison, that would task your readers to figure out.

E.g He is tall. instead write, Shorter folks tilt theirs necks at an angle of elevation to gaze at him.

2. Create characters one after the other, not two or three at once. Make sure your readers have connected well with the very one you've created before moving to the next...


Am Also Guilty Of The Above So Am Talking To Myself Too...

We Learn Everyday...

Waiting For The Next...


KingzPen...

Awesome Shot... We are on the same learning page...

You have it in you Flakky Dearie...

I would reserve my observations for now but am wooowed by what I just read...

Following till the End...

EPISODE 51


Oh my God! What am I seeing? I was clear in my mind that even Joseph in the Bible wouldn’t overcome the temptation that unraveled before me. Without further ado, the network connection on my brain failed and lost its service, not even an emergency call would go through. I couldn’t think of anything than to accomplish the project Sheri was about to issue me. Then I knew barrack girls were really what they were called, dangerous.

She came closer to me with a towel wrapped around her, temporarily shielding away her twined headlamps and her ever pulsating backside. She took her steps one after the other like a cat about to catch its prey. I couldn’t move or speak, all I just did was salivate for her touch, proceeding to the final show down.

“Banji, I like you na e make me wan give you the thing o.” She said, seductively licking her lips.

If you’re in Rome behave like a Roman and if you’re in Nigeria behave like a Naija, that saying I remembered, which got my tongue pidginized. “You dey serious sey you like me? I no know o.” I said, stretching my hands towards her waist.

“I like you since that dey wey you and your pale come our house come greet my pale.” She said. “You remember?”

It was disheartening that my brain was still on vacation not to be remorseful when she mentioned my father, who was late. “Yes, I remember.” I lied because I didn’t remember a thing but of what use was it if I said otherwise.

“That night, I been dey cut you eye but you still be JJC that time.” She said,with a smile.

I immediately cut in. “I be JJC that time but not this time. I don learn na.” I said boldly.

“You sure sey you don bad?”

“Bad ke? Which kind bad be that?” I curiously asked because I was getting confused.

Sheri looked at me with a corner of her right eye, winked it and said, “You don understand?”

I winked back at her and foolishly succumb to her peacockish advances. “Ok, I don understand.”

She came closer to me, I grabbed her waist, she looked at me and smiled. Sheri suddenly turned around, facing her dangerous backside to me and I steadily gazed at it like I was watching a music video on SoundCity. My hands held firm to her waist like I was carrying a bucket of water without an handle. Sheri took the movie to the next scene, she loosened her towel and it dropped on my hands.

Banji, if you like your destiny don’t look up, just bury your head and remain still, I said to myself. Could I adhere to that advice? No, I couldn’t. I tilted my head up and saw two baloons vibrating in front of me. My brain lost control over my hands, they went ahead to hold and caress them. I ignorantly activated trouble. She turned around, thrust me flat on the bed, loosened my belt, unhooked my trouser and dragged it out of my legs.

“Ha!” I said, with my mouth wide opened.

She paused and looked at me. “Wetin?” She yelled. “You no know wetin we wan do?”

I nodded and smiled. “Sheri Sheri, I just dey play.”

“So wetin be Ha?!” She asked with a sad look.

I smiled. “That’s Halleluyah for short.” I irrationally replied.

“Ok. Make e be am o.” She said and flung my trouser to a corner of her cubicle.

My nozzle was ready to strike, angrily moving up and down in my tight raven pant. Don’t this girl have shame? I asked myself. She was totally unclad, right in the afternoon. I stared at her headlamps as they freely dangled before me. Sheri took it higher and faster again, she pulled out my pant in a jiffy, leaving my nozzle pointing to the sky like MTN mast. She flung my pant to a direction different from the current location of my trouser. I wondered if she did that purposely or it was a response from the feeling operating on her.

Sheri, who was ready for battle jumped on me like a cat on a fish, kissed me passionately to set the pitch for a smooth match. I forgot all I thought I knew, even my matriculation number was dumped in the recycle bin of my brain. No No No! Sheri climbed on me like a polo player, spread my legs apart, looked at me and grinned.

“You don ready?” She asked. “Ehn?”

I nodded. “Yes.” I fearfully replied. “You no get gloves?”

“Which one be that?” She asked and looked at me disgustingly. “Me no dey fight with gloves o. Punch me with your bare hands make I feel am well well.”

Then I knew the devil had dedicated his life to finish my life. No, gloves? I asked myself.

“Oya jor.” She said, rolled away from me to the bed, spread her legs wide apart like the gate to Jerusalem. She yelled, “oya climb me.”

I slugglishly rolled on her and I was about taking the freekick when refree blew the whistle.

Knock! Knock!! “Sheri!”



TO BE CONTINUED

I don dey tipsy since yesterday... Make una no vex...

EPISODE 51 DROPPING 7:30 P.M.


Please if you dey drink, drink responsibly Oooo...

Hmmmm... Finally, the great piece ended without ending...

I have learnt alot from this story and also learnt alot from you, D9ty7...

I admire your writing skills and the way you paint your scenes, excellent is the name I give to your kinda writing...

Keep It Up Boss... Following You To Visit The Undercover Agent...

KingzPen...

Bros, I dey drink atm, update go land for evening...[quote author=Lil'knight]Oya bros con sharply update nau...mk we see aw u take fvck aunty sheri[/quote]

No worry I won't Banjilirize myself... Loooool... Drinking Smirnoff now... *winks*[quote author=D.Ella.luv]Do fast o,no dey dia dey wait mk food and drink finish b4 u go strt to dey go hme......we no wan hear tori say u dey tipsy o[/quote]

Make Una no vex with me Oooooo... I dey one wedding bash, I go update immediately I commot for here...

Thankz Eyezik, where have you been? and Why is it that all Banji does is trouble? I see no trouble here na...

eyezik3: Kingzpen nice work here bro! I been dey ur back ooo, i think banji's fullname will be Wahala Banji(trouble wake with me), make Wahala(trouble) be his surname. But lets be realistic, banji needs deliverance oooo.
#TeamBanji

I care less if he does in as much as I enjoyed it... *tongue out* loooool...

balispecial: I jst hope old soldier no go meet u thr, if he do u don enta trouble again...banji and trouble stick 2geda lyk bread n butter.

Is dis trouble again? Abi free enjoyment...

PrincessB1: Banji dn enta trouble

Yes Ooooo but Old Soldier nko? *sad face* In fact, who cares? Looooool...

write2obi: Na free Bleep be that na, nice story man keepirop

Awesome work here... Welldone Bosses...

Wake up with..........

Swashi007: Plsss kingzpen what's d real meaning of Banji? Nice piece btw

Awesome And Creative... Loving It... Following You Till It Ends...

EPISODE 50


It all played like a movie before me, seeing them again. Why did they come back for me? Oh! Definitely, I was correct about the baby dying any minutes from then and now they want to hold me down. Never! I said to myself and took to my heels faster than ever. I hid behind a closed kiosk, peeped at the bus and watched it zoom off before coming out.

“Me, Banji, una no know me. I’m Mr Sharp guy. Fools, you better go and bury your baby.” I said as I walked towards the spot I ran from to board a motorcycle.

Luckily for me, I got a motorcycle the very minute I got to the busstop. He transported me to my house and I paid him a fortune, a huge sum of seven hundred naira. As expected, my house was scanty and deserted. I have to call Old Soldier as soon as possible, I said to myself. I almost ran insane when I reached for my phone and I felt nothing in my pockets; no horror movie could surpass the sensation of touching your pockets and not feel your cell phone. Was I dreaming? I wiped my face, strained my fingers more on my eyes, just to be sure I wasn’t in a dreamland. Oops! Reality dawned on me, my phone was gone.

I guess my phone dropped in the bus, the passengers were kind enough to get it back to me and I was too dumb to run away from my belonging, I thought.

“Banji, I swear you’re a fool. Kai! Nokia N70 gone just like that! Ha, Banji you don jonz.” I screamed out loud with lot of pain in my heart.

What next? I dropped the baby hanging behind my back all day on the sofa and forged out to Old Soldier’s house. I couldn’t describe the feeling operating on me at that moment because it was so out of this world. I walked briskly along our street in order not to be consoled by anyone in the neighbourhood.

I got to Old Soldier’s house only to meet his daughter, Sheri. Sheri was Old Soldier’s last daughter out of his six children. She was quite beautiful, but not as beautiful as Adaobi. Sheri’s height gave her the priviledge to gaze at me at an horizontal level. I last saw Sheri when I was in hundred level.

“Hey Sheri! Good to see you. How are you?”

“Me dey o. You nko?” She replied.

“I’m fine too.” I said with a smile. “Please,where is your dad?”

“I no know o, try call am na.” She said.

Sheri unknowingly open my wound. “Hmm. My phone is ehn—is ehn not with me here.” I lied, but was fairly true because it really wasn’t with me.

“Ehn wetin we go come do now?” She asked, concerned.

I thought for some seconds. “Do you in anyway know about my mum’s illness?” I asked with a saturated eyes.

“No o, your mama sick?”

“Yes, that’s the reason I came home. She was admitted at the hospital yesterday and your dad informed me on phone.”

“Eyah, sorry. Me no know o because I just land from barracks yesterday.”

“Ehn Ehn, Ok.” I said, not interested in her tales.

“Banji, enter and sit down make I help you call am.” She said.

I was ushered in by Sheri. Like bluetooth, my eyes easily connected to Sheri’s shaking backside as we walked in. She moved ahead of me and delibrately shook her instrument to my glory. That very minute, I forgot my name, far from remembering my problems.

I sat on the sofa in their parlor while Sheri strolled into her room. I turned my neck at different degrees looking and feeding my eyes with the frames that hung around their wall. I saw Old Soldier in one of the frames with a devilish face with a rifle in his hand. I feared Old Soldier an extra more.

“Banji!” Sheri called me from her room but I really don’t know where.

“Yes.”

“Come.” She said.

“Come? Why? Where?” I confusingly asked.

“Come talk to my pale for here.” She said. “I dey charge my phone here so I no fit commot am.”

That was a nice excuse to get me into her room, I thought. “But where is your room?” I said,not to act too forward.

“Here.” She said, standing by the door of her room, wrapping the curtain around herself, portraying just her head.

“Ok.” I said, stood up and walked towards her.

“Come in.”

I fearfully walked in,took some steps more and sat on her three inches bed. Gbam! Sheri slammed the door and locked it. I still didn’t understand what was happening until she unwrapped herself from the curtain.



TO BE CONTINUED...

After seeing half of it? Loooool... Y'all KingPhilip has the next episode...

kingphilip: I been de ur back de peep now oya come continue nobody don see am

Let's see if that's true... Loooool...

dammygoody: lol............that's always the kind of problems you come across in a situation like that............ lol

*closes my laptop from you* Jeeeeeez! How did you know? I'm busted by KingPhilip...

kingphilip: As they came closer my brain pinged my legs to start running which i did only for me to discover my remaining moni wasn't wit me and i started running back to the road only to discover the bus has raced back and i had to trek to my final destination....lobatan abi oga king no be so e happen

EPISODE 49


I shifted eyes away from the lady’s blazing eyes to the baby. I began to twitch and pray silently in my mind. Who on earth asked me to care about this baby? I should have allowed the baby sweat out his life at the back of her mother, I said to myself. Some passengers, who were aware about the incident showed concern while some were sleeping like log of woods. The mother inserted her mouth into the baby’s mouth, giving him a mouth to mouth resuscitation. Cough! Couch! The baby stretched and cried out loud like he was pinched.

My racing heart halted immediately and I could smile again. Thank you Jesus, I almost said with my head resting on the seat in front of me. I peeked at the mother of the baby with the corner of my eye and all I could see was rage for me. She frowned her face like an employee who hasn’t been paid for years, inserting her bosom into the mouth of her baby. I felt like slapping the baby after solely displaying an horror scene before me. The baby never knew all that happened, he concentrated on his mother’s bosom like his life depends on it.

After spending two hours fifty minutes in the bus, I decided to alight to save my head from further problem, we never could tell if the baby was destined to die some minutes later.

“Driver abeg next busstop dey o.” I instructed.

“You sey?” The driver asked, not hearing what I said.

“Next busstop dey!” I and some passengers yelled at the driver.

“Ok.” The driver confirmed.

I looked at the baby keenly,to verify if he was fairing well enough for me to alight in peace. Yes, he was. I gazed at the mother, whose eyes had been shuffling from her baby to me, and I cared less what she thought of me.

I wasn’t as wicked as she thought I was, so I decided to express my pang of guilt. “Excuse me ma.” I called for her attention.

She looked at me disdainfully. “Yes, can I help you? My baby is not free.” She stupidly concluded.

I smiled. “Ma, I’m not carrying your baby, I...” I said, when she immediately interrupted.

“You can’t even carry him because I can’t hand him over to someone like you again.”

I smiled again. “Ok ma, but I just want to tell you how sorry I’m about the whole thing. I’m so sorry. Pardon me.”

She hissed, stared at me disgustingly and said, “I don hear you o. Would that be all?” She asked.

“Yes, Ma.” I said and foolishly asked, “What’s his name?”

“Whose name?” She asked with a suspicious look on her face.

“Your baby.” I replied, stretching my hand to tickle the baby out of a clear conscience.

She impulsively hit my hand away like a dangerous weapon. “I can see that you are mad. I don’t need to be told that you arexcdaf gfbnbzxsytf.” She yelled. “You are mad. Driver abeg next busstop dey o, hope you never forget? Abeg no forget o, hian!”

A passenger, seated in front of us was quite disturbed by the lady’s rant. “Ki lo tun de?” He asked, which means, ‘What’s the matter again?’

The lady cleared her throat, swallowed her spit and started talking. “Thank you o. God will bless you for that question. Is it not this uncle here, not after he almost killed my baby he’s now asking for his name.”

“Is that all?” The passenger asked.

“Yes.”

“Ok madam, don’t be upset.” He said and sat upright.

I nodded my head in pity for the lady, shrugged it off and fixed my eyes on the windshield. Less than six minutes later, the driver parked the car,he had reached the busstop I demanded to be alighted.

It wasn’t an easy task to get out of the corner I sat. I had to step on toes to get my heavy self out of the bus.

“Are you blind?” The woman with the baby yelled. “Don’t you know you stepped on me?”

I really wasn’t interested in picking a fight with her because I had aroused her anger towards me. “I am so sorry, ma.” I apologized, looking at her.

“Abeg, just go down. Bad belle.” She said.

I gnored her and peacefully got off the bus. Thank God I’m finally out of this mess, now, the baby can die if he wants to, I almost said. The car zoomed off while I stood on the same spot calling for a motorcycle to board me to my final destination,which the bus should have dropped me.

I waited for a minute, still no motorcycle in view, the ones I saw had passengers on them. I rather stand here than to sit in that bus which almost implicated me for my dying mother, I said to myself. Almost immediately as I completed the thought, I saw the bus I just alighted from, reversing towards me. I tilted my head a little and looked acutely to be sure if it was the bus. Yes! It was.

“Hey! Bros!” The passengers in the bus shouted and waved at me as the bus kept moving closer. “Bros!”



TO BE CONTINUED...

Abi Ooooooo... Thief in disguise... Looooool...[quote author=D.Ella.luv]Let it nt b ds ur lil 5k dey wana hlp u spend[/quote]

Princess, hope no P? Am scared with this your Hmmmmm o... Anything? *smiles*

PrincessB1: Hmmmm nawa oh

Thankz Bro, I am the humble owner of this piece supported by you and others... Thankz once again...

adams flick: Nice piece bro, if this is realy yours, then kudos

How would one know if trouble is ahead? Banji didn't know the baby was trouble, he was kind enough to notice him hot and now fate struck him... Banji not at fault... My view... Loooooool...

felipemadero: Trouble dem im own,yanga go find am.

Banji is a potential Billionaire Ooooo... Hope you will change your mind when he starts a new life?

benibank: Haba Banji! I cant even name my child Banji. Ds story has tagged d name ”problem”

Banji repaired car without being a mechanic, una no praise am Oooo... Hian! Loooool...

balispecial: If u knw banji abeg tel am make he go wash his head 4 odo osun o....banji....problem 4 u evrywhr u go..jst lyk mtn....lol....i pray d baby is sleeping ni o....seeing in u prison no gud 4 ur health lyk cholera

I pray you reverse that statement when Banji start flexing...

jaetrill: Banji is the defination of badluck. Chai!

He shall fear no evil...

Bulcqlay: Banji is Working in d valley of death