This one have married his mother’s age mate ��

allan2:
quite a piece. wen i dey kianse (ayez called my sch udi h. t) i was a member of the anti cult squad. we were more or less student police and we moved about with pump action rifles. there was a time we were attacked and our lodge was nearly burnt down. truth is some anti cult guys belonged to frats, like our ex director who was an apache, and often sought opportunities to humiliate axemen buh I was neutral and that didn't mean in any way I was soft. I messed them up at any given chance and obtained them when their Bleep up clear. we road with police and in hindsight we were the real boss. no be say we no dey observe ourselves or think well before we go on arrests but we were usually on top of our game. infact most of the cultists secretly loved our presence on campus as it deescalated things. before wars broke out we were usually there to calm things. even rugged cultists no wan die. to conclude, after I joined ACON, i moved into their lodge, and I had a pump action in my room. one afternoon, i was napping wen my phone buzzed. it was a girl who stayed in my former lodge.
'abeg come sch front. problem dey. somebody wan deal with me and my friends'
i told her I was coming but slept off again. it was only after her third desperate call that i finally got up and zombied into my clothes. i considered belling up one of my squaders, as the only one in the lodge was holed up with a girl but on a second thought i decided to go it alone, without my bull. I just dorned my camo cap, left the lodge then boarded a bike to school front.
when i arrived i walked straight to sch gate and belled the girls to come forth. they came, n explained that they were in the bank when the guy tried to get ahead of them to withdraw. they had exchanged words and the guy had threatened them. infact from the gate they pointed to where the guy was standing, faze cap drawn, shoulders haunched like a real thug. I told the girls to stay put, while i legged it across to where the guy was. even before i was close enough i identified him as a stubborn mafia guy. one of their top mobsters. but acon na acon. from where I stood, i beckoned at him, with an air of arrogance
'you, come here'

Aballa