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EPISODE 13


My mum’s tears disappeared immediately as we both rushed to the scene of the accident. The scene was too crowded to behold the victims. I struggled to pass through like a thread in the eye of a needle. I didn’t identify the lifeless woman on the floor until I saw Sisi Nene screaming and crying. I changed my position and looked keenly at the dead woman. It was Iya Kudi. I ran immediately to my mum to inform her about what I saw. She never believed until she went to see for herself. She dragged me out of the crowd back to her shop. My mum was perplexed. I was shocked too, seeeing someone now and in the next minute gone. I was gazing at my depressed mum when I saw three fat women and Sisi Nene walking towards our shop. I informed my mum quickly, who walked out innocently to meet them. She thought they were there to break the bad news to her. She was totally wrong when they started growling at her from afar.

“Witch!” They all screamed out loud in their various languages at my mum.

My mum was dumbfounded. They came closer to her and interrogated her. They assumed my mum was a witch and solely killed Iya Kudi because she doesn’t want to pay her debt; wack mentality. My mum couldn’t utter a word. She kept crying. I cried too. The women left, giving my mum an ultimatum till the next day to pay her debt. She entered the shop with a swollen eyes resulting from ceaseless weeping and found me crying also.

“Banji, kilode to fi n su’kun?” She asked, which means ‘Banji, why are you crying?’

“Mummy nothing.” I said, cleaning my tears without delay with my shirt.

She easily deciphered why I was crying so she came closer to me and patted my back.

“I know how you feel seeing my fellow women abuse me over money. I borrowed it to pay your school fees because things has been hard for your dad. I thought your dad would have given me his share of your fee so I will add it up with mine and pay the debt.” She said.

“Mummy, I promi-s-” I was saying when my mum interrupted.

“Shush...” She sounded, telling me to keep quiet. “I don’t want you to make promises you cannot keep. All I want is for you to make me and your father proud. Come and take us out of this poverty as you’re the only child we have. Face your books squarely. Please and please don’t join the cult or follow bad friends.”

I quickly regained myself when I heard someone’s footstep. The person was coming from the rear. I couldn’t clean my tears because my hands were tied from behind.

“D’Banj!”

I have no doubt that it’s Bayo. He’s the only person that calls me by that nickname. He turned around to face me.

“Bayo wetin I do you na?” I swiftly asked with a pity face.

“You promised to do anything if I helped you out of that mess we caused.” Bayo said.

“We? Bayo! We?” I angrily asked. “You did the whole killing and landed me in trouble.”

“Who started the fight in my room?” He defended.

“Ok. Fine. How are you helping me out of here?”

He had a wicked grin on his face and said, “Banji, make I no deceive you, you must to join us before we free you else we go minus you from the earth’s population.”

Me, join the cult? God forbid. I have contravened my mum’s first plea by walking with you, you wolf in sheep clothing, I was about to say. I can never join the cult after all my mum and dad has been through because of me.

“You don ready?” He asked and added, “it won’t take three minutes to join us.”

“Let me think about it please.”

“Your answer should be positive else I will bid you farewell.” He said and walked away through the same direction he came from.

“It won’t take three minutes to join us.” I mimicked him and added, “even twitter that is quite harmless takes longer minutes to join and yours just three minutes.”

It all got me wondering how the world has turned out to be, harmful things are easier to reach while the profitable ones are very tedious to dare. My escape was paramount to me so I brought back my drifted mind. I struggled so hard, scratching my tied hands against the bark of the tree but to no avail. I loosened up and faced reality.

“Go bring am come!” Someone commanded, guess it’s Strike.

I was ready for battle if I am let loosed. I was at the peak of my rage. The last time I felt that way was when Kofo was slapped by a bus conductor. Oh my! I really dazed this conductor. He took my gentility for stupidity. The conductor refused giving us our balance, even after Kofo pressured that we were almost at our designated bus stop. We alighted and Kofo as a lady, jolted him by his shirt while I stood aside quietly watching film; Kofo in acton.

“Hey! Leave me na.” The conductor said.

“You are joking.” She meanly replied.

“You sef give them their change make we dey go!” Some passengers in the bus yelled at the bolshie conductor.

“Hey! Leave me one. Hey! Leave me two.” The conductor counted.

I was boiling in rage as he counted. The more he counted the more my anger increased.

“Hey! Leave me ten!” He completed and slapped Kofo.

Oh my God! My rage bursted out of its cage. I pounced on him like a hungry lion. I beat him blue black. I didn’t stop landing blows on his jaw even while I saw his blood stains all over my shirt. I was ready to faint him, thanks to the passengers that held me back. I left the venue still angry while Kofo followed me.

One of the hefty guys hurried to where I was tied. He cut the rope with a knife and directed me to an unknown place. I can battle you, I said to myself. He was walking directly behind me while I took my steps short.

“Oooouch” I groaned and bent down, holding my right foot pretending to be hurt.

“What’s it?” He foolishly bent down to help me examine the foot, dropping the knife just by me.

I looked at the knife, he looked at me. I looked at him, he looked at the knife.




TO BE CONTINUED...

Goood Morning Friends...

Please what is the cause of been banned?

Have been banned twice now whenever I want to update.

Please any advice...

Goooooood Morning Friends... How was your night?

Am sorry about yesterday. I was about posting EPISODE 13 when I notice I have been suspended. I still wonder till now. Anyways, that's past.

Una miss me?

EPISODE 13 LANDING NOW FOR THE NIGHT READERS... LOVE Y'ALL WALAHI

Na sin too if I no reply you... Thankz so much... Stay tuned...

Dhortunn: Na sin if i no follow this work...
Make i go bring my sleeping materials, i dey come.

Boss, no do me like Emeka Ooooo... Abeg, I go update soonest...

Auspharm: oga kingzpen i see u, update asap or i break ur head

Loooooooooooooool... Funny You...

sknice: D fear of a woman is d beginning of wisdom.
All dis gbege na because of p*ssy riot?
Make I give my babe sack letter sharp sharp

Continuation Of EPISODE 12


“Let’s go.” Strike said.

Seeing that the security men has fled, I thought to go my way. I planned to reduce my steps behind the gang then after I will elude. I never knew that Strike was not ordinary. I executed my plan little by little until the very last. The gang had gone farther enough for me to escape, then I turned around to run and I blacked out immediately. Strike appeared before me. I never knew what happened after then till date. I found myself in an unknown destination, I guess a cave. I was clenched to a tree without leaves on it. I looked around and couldn't find anyone at the time. I was pushed to shout for help but I restrained not to alert them. It was very dark and cold. I was so troubled that tears dribbled down my cheeks. I hated myself. I learnt a haunting lesson that day, that one’s life can be tweaked for the worst or the best in a second. I ruminated. I thought of my mum, a tailor who worked like a machine just to pay her quota of my school fees. My dad, a plumber pays half while my mum pays the other. One day I got to her shop, only to see two women snarling at my mum. I stood aside with my mouth sealed to get the details of the drama; nobody yells at my mum and goes free.

“Pay the money Ooo!” Iya Kudi shouted at my mum, clapping at her.

“She sabi borrow but to pay na wahala.” Sisi Nene added.

I now got a clue that my mum lent some money from them but I wasn't sure why she did. I couldn't exercise patience any longer, seeing Sisi Nene of yesterday, bold enough to talk to my mum. Nene, popular known as Sisi Nene because of her slim body shape, is in her early or mid twenties. She has been in my black book since before this very day because of her tacky dirty hairstyles; none of my business but she happened to be there. I felt like slapping her but I held my vibrating hand back when my mum began to speak.

“Iya Kudi e ma binu. Owo school Banji ni mo fi san.” She pleaded, which means ‘Iya Kudi don’t be angry. I used it to pay Banji’s institution fee.’

I was just about starting my first year in school, so my mother went as far as borrowing for me to be a notable person in life. My eyes were already saturated with tears. I was moved to join in begging for mercy but my ego drew me back because of Sisi Nene.

“Mummy tailor, when you go come pay?” Sisi Nene questioned standing at akimbo, facing another direction, frowning her face.

“Abi o. At least we don pardon you for now.” Iya Kudi added and asked, “when make we come back?”

My mother sighed and thought for a while. I was furiously looking at Sisi Nene and tubby Iya Kudi while she thought.

“I will pay you next week” My mum replied.

“Committee no go hear story next week o. Hian!” Iya Kudi said, pulling her big dirty ear to demonstrate how important it was.

Sisi Nene and Iya Kudi both rolled out of my mother’s shop. My mum sorrowfully sat down with tears trickling from her eyes. I sluggishly shifted close to her, I coiled my hand around her and comforted her. She was so pained. I have never seen my mum weep before, she did because of me.

Screeeeeeeeech!!! Craaaaaaaaash! A car accident occurred few meters away.




TO BE CONTINUED...

Looooool...Abi O... Thankz so much Raymonbell... Na work dey cause the tiny update o... So sorry... Amma work on that...

Raymonbell: Baba iyabo no won die.........nice story but i think u need to make ur update long a little and frequent update.

Following for now.

EPISODE 12


The school security men are designated at different halls of residence. They start their patrol late hours of the night to ensure peace. The bad guys kept moving and never looked back. That was a different story for me because I looked behind to check on the security men, who were moving fast to catch up with us. I was so terrified. My heart might have been harden today but not to the extent of been rusticated. My father will kill me, I thought and murmured to myself.

“Hey! You students! I say stop there now!” They shouted again, flashing their touch to us.

This guys were so confident of themselves, they kept moving. I thought to retreat to surrender myself to the security men but I quickly changed my mind because the torture of confession would be worst than I can imagine.

“Bayo, who be this zombie tailing us?” Strike asked.

“Na my friend o.” Bayo replied. “The one wey dey gbege with me.”

“Ok! Hope sey he don ready?”

Ready? Ready for what? I let my mind search for the answer. Ready to run? Ready to kill? Ready for what? Oh, ready to be a member of their gang. Oops! Now am in soup because I can see myself bidding morality goodbye.

“Baba, he don ready.” Bayo ignorantly affirmed.

The security men started running towards us and that got me totally frenzy. I alerted the whole gang. They stopped and turned around to face the harmless security men doing their duty. The gang lined up extended with their dangerous weapon visible enough for the security men to observe. They slung guns like AK-47, SMG and FN rifle around their neck. I joined the line without any weapon just to feel among, my physique helped blend me a little. I couldn't laugh when I saw the old men running for their dear lives.

“Baba Iyabo Oooo!” A security man screamed has they ran.




EPISODE 12 Continues...

Agreed Bro...

soul minister: we zikites know how to vent our anger on a brother so as to avoid stories that touch the heart. so, believe me, it can't happen

Even if, that's why it's a fiction.

soul minister: I for say whether neighbours no hear gunshots

Continuation Of EPISODE 11


“Bayo are you mad?” I fearfully said. “I guess you are.”

“Banji, don’t joke with me here.” He said moving closer to me.

“Bayo, don’t let the devil use you completely.”

“He had better use me completely.” He replied, “the devil should better complete what he started.”

Bang! Bang! Bang! A rapid and continuous knock on the door. I could sense that we are in trouble. We both panicked. We became friends for the moment.

“Banji, wetin we go do?” Bayo came closer and gracefully asked me.

“I no know o.” I said and shrugged.

Bang! Bang! The stranger banged the door again. That sent a message of trouble to me. Could it be Usman? I asked myself.

“Who be that sef?” Bayo yelled.

“Na us!”

“Who be us?” Bayo questioned. “Us no get name?”

“Open the door!”

Now we were both so sure that students are aware of the gun shots. We could hear them talk. We were both confused of what to do. Bayo decided to call someone. I didn’t really know who he was calling at the time.

“Strike! Strike! Na me. I dey one big gbege for my room. Abeg come commot me from here.” Bayo conversed over the phone. “Full attack abeg.”

He dropped the call and I wondered who he called. The words in his conversation were so dangerous. First, I thought, is ‘Strike’ someone’s name? Or is it the real definition in its sense? I was so troubled. I felt am in more problem than I am.

“Bayo, please are we safe?”

“Who are the we?”

“Bayo, please don’t do this to me.” I pleaded, went fast on my knees.

“I will help you on one condition.” He said with a frown on his face.

“I am ready to do anything please.”

Bang! Bang! Bang! It now became a riot bang. They used objects to hit the door, trying to force it open. I started shaking like a slaughtered goat. I was praying instantly. I thought of calling someone but who could I call, my mum? What will I tell her? They were almost breaking in because one out of the two hinges that held the door flew out of its position.

POW! POW! POW! Gun shots. This time around, it came externally. I was almost fainting while Bayo jumped up with joy. This guy is a demon, I almost said.

“Awon temi ti de!” Bayo shouted ecstatic, which means ‘my guys have arrived.’

Bayo gladly opened the door, knowing fully well the rioters would have fled. I wasn't sure about the number of hefty looking guys that entered his room, but I could count seven; my mind wasn't settled for that. I thought Chinedu reincarnated because he has quite the same physique with these guys, I checked and found him still lifeless on the floor. I can’t but notice an extremely short fellow chatting with Bayo at a corner of the room. He looks old to be a student. He even has his hair plaited. I guess he is the so called Strike.

“Guys carry these specimens and let’s move!” Strike commanded the giants.

Wait a minute, who are the specimen? Oops, dead Chinedu and my roommate. They heaped them up on their shoulders like bag of cement and forged out of the room. I followed them behind like a strolling dog.

“Hey!!! Stop there!” The school security men shouted from afar.



TO BE CONTINUED...

Looooooooool... It can happen anywhere bro... U never jam badoo...

soul minister: this kind of situation can not happen in my hall of residence which is zik hall so, I suspect it to be in indy hall.

Lmaaaooooo... No mind am, Yhemmy11... Her doom is lying ahead.

Yhemmy11: Hmm! Sis Grace has caused many trouble ooo[color=#000000][/color]

DammyGoody... Thanks so much... I really do appreciate you... Work has slowed me down a lil but will update soon...

dammygoody: Welldone Kingzpen............you're really doing a very good job here............following seriously

Big mind I swear, Michbax... Working on it Sir...

michbax: Hmmmm.....this frnd of yours get mind oooo,waiting fr th next update

Looooooooool... You gat me there... Badoo Characters coming up...

sknice: U hv try ur best 2 maintain d suspense.
But dis tym i gat u.
If u were shot dead u will not b hear on Nairaland rytn dis.
Anyway, am holdin my Jamaican banana waitn 4 d nxt update




Not 2 b hatless, my sympathy 2 d family of d beriv xcter. Am we will miss xpecially emeka

EPISODE 11


I quickly stood up to be current about the latest action. The four of us were still up on our feet. I was sure about Emeka because he was standing just beside me. I looked at Bayo and he quite has this ‘what did I do’ look on his face. In a flash, Chinedu dropped on the floor. Emeka rushed to Chinedu. Bayo accidentally shot him on the chest. Chinedu was floating in the pool of his own blood. I wished I was dreaming. I foolishly bit myself on the hand to be sure I wasn't dreaming. I wasn’t. Emeka kneelt beside Chinedu crying bitterly. I looked at Bayo with pity.

“Bayo! Kilode na?” I shockingly asked, which means ‘Bayo! What happened.’

Bayo was dumbfounded. Emeka stood up after realizing that Chinedu won’t be revived even if he kept crying.

“You will definitely pay for this.” Emeka furiously said, “you won’t escape it.”

He moved closer to sorrowed Bayo and shoved him against his wardrobe. He cruelly gazed at Bayo. I noticed the pistol was still in Bayo’s hand. I prayed so silently loud that Bayo won’t do anything stupid again. My prayer was answered in a tick, Emeka released Bayo. Emeka gazed once again at lifeless Chinedu then he decided to take his leave. POW! Jeeeeeeeez! Emeka down. Now I really felt like dying myself. I have never seen a fresh dead person before but that night, I saw two. Bayo shot Emeka. I rushed to my roommate, who is still gasping for life.

“Banji! Banji! What did I do?” Emeka lethargically said.

“Emeka! I am sorry!” I yelled, holding him tight with tears in my eyes.

Emeka became very cold in my arms and I perceived he is gone. I released my arms around him and he dropped dead on the floor. I was so pained. The fear of death vanished totally from my subconscious. I had it in mind to battle Bayo or even kill him as he killed these two. I turned around to face Bayo only to see him targeting the gun at me.



EPISODE 11 Continues...

Good Morning Friends...
How's your night? Guess Awesome!

Am working on the next episode... Stay tuned...

Am so sorry for my late updates; Writing + German German = Late Update

Haybeeb... Thankz for finding it interesting... Am working on the next episode...

Haybeeb: [b][/b][color=#000099][/color]wow..its interesting....i need more please!!!!!!!"...am waiting o...# wow..its interesting....i need more please!!!!!!!"...am waiting o...#

Michbax... Thanks so much... I really appreciate... I am a UIte...

michbax: Nice story bro..which school are yu in

Sknice... Your comment sef don ginger me like ginger...
You almost get am o... Lmaoooooooo... Thanks so much for encouraging... Working on the next episode...

sknice: Me lyk dis ya story lyk sugarcane.
I c say evrybody d guess wetin happen nxt.
Make me self no carry last, I go try.
Bayo blow Emeka joystick n candy sack away





Kip it up bro. Above d ceilin as usual.
Am stil on d look out

Thankz so much Olaleye Olamide... Stay tuned...

Olaleye olamide: Nice story keep the good work going.

Hmmmmmmmm... Scon-P, I love your response... Letz see sha... Thankz for stopping by...[quote author=scon-p]Nobody was shot[/quote]

Hmmmmmm... Dahz d power of fiction... We think imaginarily... I think I know you...

soul minister: now, this your story seems familiar. when am talking of familiar, am talking about the school. the description points at my school which is the university of ibadan. you described faculty of art as your department is in the building. hall of residence would either be nnamdi azikwe hall or great independence hall......... so so so familiar.