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henribj:
how far? how the whole enjoyment dey go? My apologies say I no fit make am.

No wahala paddy, na tiredness things.

[quote author=henribj post=34766609][/quote]Brother on the contrary , I and my cousin are hosting our guests till all night long. if you can make it PM me, I'll be glad to receive you. Thanks Bro.

Babysitting Bethel



The just concluded semester was so strenuous both as a result of overwhelming academic stress as well as financial incapacity that I prayed to God to hit a good music deal so I could abandon school for the moment and perhaps come back 'when I don hammer' since by then I'd be more financially well off.

I barely spent two days with my not-quite well to do family before jetting off to Lagos from port-harcourt with the first available 15- seater hiace bus at Muyi Transports.

I arrived lagos by evening and my cousin's impressive flat at Soyebo street, moments afterwards.

"Oya go baff make you eat , Your body dey smell bus-bus" . That was my cousin Bobby D, in his humorous old self.

I met his beautiful wife whom I'd heard so much about , and most interestingly I met my baby neice Bethel, my Cousin's very first fruit; beautiful , robust and energetic , verily too robust for a girl whose first year birthday was the coming friday.

I carried her in my arms, made playful faces and directed jocular sounds at her, she smiled calmly waving her hands, I commented that she was beautiful and calm-natured.
Her parents laughed.

"This one!! na because she just dey see you today that's why she dey respect herself, wait till tomorrow you go know the area champion wey you carry for hand."
My cousin said amidst laughter.

I smiled. If bethel was giving me a wonderful first impression ;'respecting herself' as my brother would say it, or if she was indeed calm , I would soon find out.

My cousin's warm-natured, cheerful and beautiful wife Mariam later served me a sumptuous meal of semovita and Egusi(Melon) Soup.
It would be less unfair to the numerous pieces of meats and Fishes , if I don't give them a mention, as they were as much an occurring decimal in the soup as the Melon.

Later that night , I and my Cousin talked along a plethora of concerns.
We talked about his album launch ceremony which was the previous sunday. He informed me that it was a huge success and much to my pleasure too he told me I already had some female fans who liked the track I produced in the Album as well as my rap verse in it -http://www.datafilehost.com/d/d8bdbe7e ,
we talked about his newly begun nuclear family , he informed me that Bethel would be marking her 1st year the coming friday and the official birthday celebration would be on Sunday and it was gonna be massive.
He further explained that preparations were already in earnest and that he had previously intended for the logistics and planning to be the 'palava' of an event planning outfit, but his wife would hear none of it. "Imagine, your Brother wants to waste money contracting an event planning firm, when I'm here... "
She argued further .
"I've attended lots and lots of events and I know how things are been done, trust me."


"Then who will take care of my baby while you run around?" He queried her feigning mild fury.

"Don't worry! her Uncle is here!". She answered gleefully.
Abi uncle no be so?? She directed at me.

"Of course yes." I answered, Giggling delightedly.


I and my cousin talked further about our extended family, we discussed along the route of our fair share of typical family controversies.
We talked about me.
I told him the last semester had left me looking like the carcass after a hungry lion's sumptuous meal as he could see, so I came to Lagos to relax but more than that I nursed an ambition to strike a good deal with any reputable Lagos Based Music Label.
He appreciated my ambition. He was a fan of my talent. He supported my musical career and believed Lagos was the right environment for me.

We seemed to share the same thought that university was a 'place', and if you were convinced beyond reasonable doubt that it was the wrong place for you , you just had to change location.
If not for the 'bird at hand' consideration ,it was ruled out as a location for me at least presently, considering the fact that I could do something about my low budget if I choose to with -as my cousin put it that night -my "vast talents" Which with God's grace and some effort was more than what it takes to get there.

The next day was a tuesday.
My cousin had already left for work as early as 5a.m before I woke up.
I had a breakfast of tea ,omelet and bread. The tea got me thinking my sister-in-law erroneously used dangote cement instead of milo and milk; it was that thick.
The omelet was fantastic .

After the meal , I proceeded to have my bath. I stared at the mirror on the bathroom wall after I finished bathing.
I marveled inspite of myself "you never stay reach 24hours you don dey fat ni" I talked to my 'buddy' in the mirror.

Same morning I and my sister-in-law were left at home with Bethel who was by then sleeping , we talked and got along really fine, she's indeed warm hearted and open minded.
She narrated the story of how she met my cousin, how they eventually got married , their challenges which included the family's bias against ibo women.
We both got along sure-enough.

She also formally informed me that the present week would be her busiest as she would be engaging in a whole lot of activities like arranging the birthday pack, doing the birthday shopping , booking the essential service(s) providers.

She pleaded with me to bear the task of looking after Bethel for her; while she engaged in the week's activities.
I told her I understood.

So its official I'll be babysitting bethel for the rest of the week.
I hoped the most that it wouldn't stop me from fulfilling my promise to my subscribers to serve them a blockbuster episode 6 , titled "Efosa". I had already prepared the ground work , but for my blackberry's momentary incessant 'reboot' upon 'reboot' which was a fault it recently developed and which was a contributing factor to my loss of substantial write-up and subsequent discouragement.

I just wanted to make my nairaland series subscribers happy, but my phone was giving me a hard time.

I just hoped I would find time , my hope was not to be; few minutes later bethel woke up and moments afterwards I found myself here;
If I let her reach that point she'd disband the home theater stand , and if I carried her she lamented loudly , putting up a fierce struggle and resistance that made me drop her for her own good.
"For your mind now you think say na your power wey make me drop you" I thought to myself , smiling in spite of the bitter pill I was been served by my year old neice.

As I kept her down she started walking towards the home theatre stand once more, so I let her walk up to a point near the stand and then went on to carry her back to her starting point, I laughed at my improvised tactics. She was playing odyssey while I was playing 'the gods'.
She eventually thought my maneuver was a new sport and she was enjoying it, while for me, it was the beginning of another missionary journey. I had calculated she'd get tired of this and do something else.

Afterwards I advertised various other items praying she patronized one of my items of attraction and distraction from that electronics station, but once Bethel finds a point of attraction it takes God's divine intervention for her to lose focus on it.

She was almost everywhere at the same time, and mostly the places you didn't want her to be, touching the things you didn't want her to touch.

Once she got to any place she would eventually re-arrange 'setup', and by that I mean she would upset its set-up.

Often times she cried vehemently when we denied her the freedom of movement to avoid the wreck that often accompanied her curiosity induced meandering nature.

By evening , I had lost tab of where I last dropped my phone and those who know me well will tell you, that's near-impossible.

The same pattern manifested through subsequent days.
One day she pooped a lot that changing diapers became my hubby for the day.

I only started this write up yesterday because she slept a lot yesterday.
My heartbeat Jolted momentarily into an unsteady rhythm when she whimpered in her sleep. I prayed to Allah "Lord , let this girl not wake up now . Amin."

I made sure everybody coming into our residence at the time she was sleeping yesterday was as dumb and still as possible , any noise that would wake my baby up was an expensive joke that I was yet to afford.

One of the days I received a call from my closest friend kiren.
He accused me of breaching our agreement to chat more often and regularly update him regarding my progress in striking a good music deal in Lagos.
I explained my situation to him and he laughed out loud.
assuring me he'd been there before and knew the drill.

He told me his experience was so frustrating that he almost identified a justification for the ugandan maid's inhumane action to a baby she was entrusted with; a story which went viral months back.
I jokingly told him not to be ridiculous.
Lastly he said.
"Oboi e good for you jare! At least this your phone addiction go reduce small..."
he teased me.


Discounting the fact that Bethel is my lovely neice and I owed this as a duty to her and more so she was just been a baby.
I do virtually nothing in the house but eat and eat good food and grow fat.
Bethel's mum made sure of that; along ,When I wasn't looking after bethel I was out with her Dad, in 1 studio or the other , trying to hook up with a Link that would give me my dream deal, or just 'balling' at the club; so if this was the only way I could show this wonderful family my appreciation then it was more than worth it.

Though it was frustrating sometimes having to keep my 'pings' and whatsapp posts pending, having to suspend posting my nairaland story series and keeping some of my subscribers indignant, having to be deprived of my daily doses of the streaming posts on nairaland's front page, having to withdraw my headset wires each time she reached for them with probing fingers while I carried her.

As annoying as it could be sometimes it was interesting and funny.
Funny because I was no longer jobless , I no longer replied pings with such speedy availability that made a friend once ask me on BBM , "oboi , shey na every second you dey hold your phone ni?".

Funny because I rediscovered I wasn't a blackberry addict, but one who took to mobile phone addiction as a result of loneliness and been jobless.

Funny because the week before after exams, when I had too much time, I was the nagging boyfriend complaining of his -more of an online- girlfriend's uncaring attitude and unavailability to chat with him.
The reverse was now the case as I was now busier than my annoyingly ever-busy girlfriend who now complained unendingly and pointed accusing fingers at me claiming I had no time for her because I've been flexing with Lagos babes within one week of my arrival.
It was Funny how she reacted when served with her own medicine.

I didn't lift a finger to change her impression. While It is true that I've been 'balling' hard of late and flirting with 'lasgidi's' finest ladies who often clamored around my celebrity cousin 'Bobby D' bethel's father and the 'balling' also included recording my epic hip-hop acapela freestyle http://www.datafilehost.com/d/a083b341, in one of the studio's I went to with Bobby D.
Yea ,It's true I've been balling, but it wasn't nearly the reason for my unavailability.

It was due to my 1 week Job Schedule, Babysitting Bethel and due to the fact that I had assumed the role of a single father of an itinerant toddler for a week.

I love my new job description because it shares same names with one of my favorite indigenous musicians Tony One-Week and I'm talking about the 'one-week', but before that I love it because I love my baby neice 'Bethel'.

And this is my reply to AkposB, My explanation to HenriBJ and my apology to other followers of this series.
Today as i officially graduate from my 1 week "crash course" on Babysitting not just any baby but a special baby, my sweet little Bethel.
I assure you guys the next blockbuster episode 6 'Efosa' is Coming soon. And I mean soon.
By the way; I joyfully invite you all, my viewers and supporters especially those based in Lagos- to Bethel's Birthday.

R.S.V.P!! it's happening today live at Soyebo street off Doyinómololu, Alakpere.
PM me for more details.


Episode 6- Efosa, Coming Soon

Sorry for disappointing You guys today. My little neice' birthday is coming up on sunday so I was engaged in preliminary preparations for the birthday. I'm deeply sorry. @tobiee and Hdoc I'll fulfill both requests in subsequent episodes.

obinna2nv:
Nice storylines you've got bro!! Campus stories was a helluva lot more fun, but this Caroline would do as well... keep it up man, more ink to your pen.

thanks for the love bro.

Weirdman:
nice story and safe journey

thanks bro

henribj:
Have a safe trip man.

thanks bro. I'm settled now. I'll give you guys a blockburster tomorrow.

gunners160:
Please, continue with the campus story.I find it difficult to comprehend the new story you are writing.The campus story rock!!!

noted.

At present I'm traveling to Lagos from port-harcourt, when I arrive I'll drop episode 6 . Endeavor to Drop by, comment and also wish me safe journey.

Continuation of Episode 5
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It was Segun.
"Caro its me segun, I forgot to Give You The charger , if you're less busy you may just take a 'drop' to No14c bisola Street festac and Just Call Me. There is Credit in The phone , I'll come out and Give you your charger And Pay your Taxi Bill. Please be fast , I'm going out in the Next 1 hour"

Segun hung up.
I was taken unawares by the short call that barely spanned 15seconds. I barely had time to accept or reject.

As ridiculous as it sounds , there dared to exist a debate within me whether to go or not to.
The rational side of me reminded me that this was Lagos, where anything could happen. another side urged me to go, and that I would return safely.
If I had been the self-introspective type I would have declared both thoughts laughable for even daring to exist inasmuch as common sense would have assumed an entirely dismissive stance on the issue.

Finally, out of a deep-rooted but expansely suppressed 'curious cat' trait that was been strangely dug up that day, i decided to Go. and that decision marked the beginning of the death of the old me.

Tuface' chart topping song 'enter the place' comes to mind. "Enter the place,make we see if you no go carry belle.". Just a hint.

Surulere to 'Festac' was about 11km and factors like the heavy traffic could mean as long as 30minutes on the road, I wasn't feeling hungry yet so I just took off . I received a text from segun detailing the address.

My screen indicated an all time low battery, like an outcry to the popular comedian 'I go die', but it never went dead.
Perhaps the manufacturers of the nokia cell phone battery were 9 top cat technologists; For indeed the phone was a cat with nine lives .
It continued to beep like it was going dead but it lasted till I got to the Gate at number 14c bisola street.

I called segun .
"I'm at your Gate."

He told me he'd be around shortly.

For a while, there was no sign of segun and the driver was beginning to get irritated.
His face contorted into a severely mean expression.

"Oh girl, as you fine like this E be like say you no like am ni?
You want make I wooze you slap , before you know say you dey waste my time ni??
Abi o ya werey ni?? abi you dey craze?".
He Rapped.

I was afraid and tried to beg but he shut me up rudely, i never imagined he was so ill- tempered. It was unfortunate.

"You no know say na eko be this ni? and every seconds Count ni, abi you be learner ni?".
He thundered.

I knocked desperately at the gate , and there was still no response , the taxi man hit the gate with mad fury, and thereafter turned towards me; He advanced towards me with clenched fists, with the intent of perhaps assaulting me, I was still trembling and shook with fear.

I must have closed my eyes "oh 'Lord, who send Me?? Oh Lord, let this Cup pass over me !" I prayed inwardly.

He was getting closer to me, I could feel it. I was expecting a deafening slap as the intro to the assault , when I heard a loud bark that actually sounded like a Lion roaring.

What was that?
I opened my eyes sharply.

I saw segun emerging from a 'close', adjacent to the building, with two massive and scary looking dogs flanking him on both sides.

"oh Thank God. at last!!"

Segun approached with roaming eyes , his Dogs Breathing typically.

Segun was cross with the driver , the driver somehow seemed to be intimidated by segun and assumed a conforming stance.
He then apologized.
" Ejo ema Binu sa(abeg no vex sir)"
Segun seemed to identified himself to the taxi man, and the identity segun revealed weighed much to the driver. Was segun an officer of the law? It couldn't be possible because he was arrested once in my presence. I wondered what could be in those few harsh yoruba words that he spoke . I was yet to find out.
The driver more-so,seemed to have a fright for the dogs which he barely managed to conceal.
I didn't blame him , those dogs were scary.

I first noticed segun had a smooth looking tattoo of tupac shakur smoking, around his muscular biceps.
He wore a sleeveless close-hugging black top that did much to accentuate a thick muscular upper body too.
I found myself unconsciously admiring his thick muscular frame and I dared to drool despite the presence of the scary looking dogs. Wait a minute! What was happening to me? Since when did I start taking so much cognizance of the anatomy of the opposite sex. Must be the porn and the negative awareness legacy it left behind.

Segun authoritatively dismissed the driver after handing him his money.

"My angel, I hope he didn't touch you??"

I was brought back to my senses . I looked nervously at the dogs as if they asked the questions. Segun smiled in understanding

"Seems like You're not comfortable with jack and Robin?" He said nodding at the two beasts. I still didn't reply.

He unlocked the gate and directed them to go into their cage, and dramatically they obeyed with a growl that seemed to affirm his command.

I admired the scene I just saw, and I respected segun for it.
I still assumed my adamant look then I finally spoke.

"you're asking me if he touched me? If you had come Out as soon as I called you , would it have gotten to this." I resumed my hostility and stubborn demeanor which my mum termed 'only pikin jógbon'

"you probably wanted me to die here!!" I accused him childishly.

Segun seemed to be enjoying my theatricals and attitude as he was smiling from ear to ear. Then quite unexpectedly segun hugged me which made a great-deal lump of uneasiness leap sharply within me.
I was still, like an ice , I thought I felt his hands slide down almost to my bottom area.
I gasped lightly, and heaved a rapid breathing. Perhaps Another observer would have seen nothing but a mild hug to me it was a wild shock because I had never been that close to a man. It was too fast for me to have offered any form of resistance.

"My Angel you know, I would Never let you die, I"m sorry, I didn't mean to Hurt you"
Segun whispered. Perhaps the hug had an effect on him too. He broke the hug and stared affectionately at me, he was getting carried away.
I felt same wet chemicals in my pants as I felt earlier. Was this same reason people made sentences with 'chemistry' in the context of romance. Like "there's a chemistry between I and you" -For instance.

I was staring at the floor all along , it was as if the hug had extracted a shyness within me that I didn't know existed. I noticed I was a few inches taller than him.

"Please get me a taxi, I need to Get Going now, its getting late." I whispered uneasily like I was talking to myself.

"Won't you collect the Charger again??"
He asked me , taken aback.

I stretched out my hands to receive the charger , still unable to look in segun's face.

"Its Inside, come And have it ,so that you'll start going soon" he left me and went inside.

Segun seemed to be using a reverse psychology on me.
I was stubborn and uncooperative when his tone seemed to be patronizing, but I was yielding and co-operative when he spoke on a note of finality, like he was leaving me with no options.

Perhaps because of his longevity in the business of 'toasting' me, I had made a mistake of subconsciously allowing a stem of familiarity to grow between I and segun, such that i allowed him to lead me here ; there was therefore no room for contemplation.
He possessed the transport fare, he possessed the charger. He had succeeded in getting me into his chess board , it was for him to play wisely.

I would later realize segun was as wise as a serpent.

As I took the first step towards the entrance , I heard a beep from my phone, I was surprised that it was still on. It was a message from my service provider advertising Psquare's 'Danger/wahala dey' caller tune.

I dismissed the message by clicking a button.

I didn't know there was indeed Danger ahead.

End of episode 5.
Episode 6 coming up soon.

Tobiee:
Mrshroud. Nice 1

thanks for the love. Glad to know you're still following.

henribj:
firstly I have to say that you have convinced me that the Caroline story is truly yours. Why I initially doubted it was yours was because of the structure of the Campus stories, they appeared rushed and full of typos, but in the Caroline story it was obvious you really took your time to construct the whole package, hardly did I come across a typo, everything about the Caroline story was just smooth, and what finally convinced me was your reply to my last mention, it was smooth, just like the Caroline story.
As for you wanting to branch out into different stories, personally I would not advise that because these stories will tend to confuse your readers, it is best you focus on one story and complete it then move on to another story, except in the case where the Caroline story somehow at a point branches into the Campus story, I.E, the Caroline story is related or linked to the Preye etc stories.
Just my opinion bro. Whichever way you choose to play it, I do think you are doing a good job. Kudos.

your understanding of my writing style is humbling . I must say I'm deeply impressed. Thanks for following ardently. You remain my arch supporter. your opinion regarding the question I posed is appreciated and will be acted upon in due time too. Thanks for the love bro.

Akposb:
Mrshroud life is a broad angle and it is a good recipe for stream of stories but nothing beats Campus tales, they are in a world of their own. Just continue with your healthy mixture of stories. I sent you a pm.

yea , I've replied you. Thanks bro

henribj:
Mrshroud, my observation is that you are not the one who wrote the Caroline story, believe you either had someone else write it, or you copied the story from somewhere, I do not mean to sound offensive, but the whole Caroline story is totally different from your normal stories both in writing form and structure. Just my observation tho.

No offense taken bro. You've been following up real Good and I appreciate. You're very right about the departure from style and structure. And of course I indicated something close in the announcement paragraph of the story. I however re-assure you , and quite honestly too; that the story is entirely my intellectual property, and with time you'll feel me in it . Thanks a lot. And I want you to re-read the announcement paragraph and tell me what you think. Should we still stick to the campus themed stories or broaden up? Your opinion counts. Whatever you decide, the campus themed stories will still dominate the project. Thanks.

Announcement

The coming episodes would be a departure from the campus themed stories of previous episodes. And would tell the story of a girl named caroline. I am considering changing from 'random campus true life stories' to '
'Random true life stories' to provide room for broadness and enable me to meet up with the supply of stories.

Please readers, comment and let me know what you think about this.



Episode 5- (A temporary departure from campus stories) Caro's story-part 1.

My name is caroline,and without much ado' about an organized start, I want to tell you the story of my life at a mid- point.
And that mid-point is the beginning of how I met segun.

I was in 'S.S.1' when I met segun, he was one of the numerous older guys making advances at me.
He started this since I was in J.S.S3 and unlike others like him who shamelessly wooed me as an underage girl in secondary school I developed a soft spot for him which made me hate him more for this 'power' he had over me .

Let me explain.
Those times , the words of my mother constituted more than a guiding principle for me. It was my life.
And summarily it was "Avoid all men, for they are evil" .
While growing up I understood my mum as a loving and dedicated mother who tried her best to make me happy.
Mama however always exhibited a high degree of hate for men , far above normal or typical for women who had experienced cruel disappointments in the hands of a man.

Mama was blunt and direct in conveying her message to me -regarding men- ever since I was growing up.
In her wanting the best for me, She unconsciously nurtured me into a being who saw men as some sort of a severely wicked specie.

My mum had a fundamental reason for exhibiting such hate for the opposite sex and it was because of the terrible conditions under which my father left us, I on my part had no reason of my own or I was led into adopting my mum's reason.
My reason was derived , hence I joined my mum in giving up on all men.

When I felt hatred for a man who wooed me , I was been real and been 'myself'. It was my orientation; but when I felt the same for segun, it was a strong pretense , and an inordinate departure from myself .
This edge he had over me- unknown to him- scared me and made me uncommonly aggressive to him.

For close to 6 months , segun was resilient and my guard was diminishing . I won't deny I sometimes thought of him, and quite a distance from the status quo, I never discussed segun with 'mama'.


My School's security chief -the ever strict baba oloye - warned him severally to stop coming to linger around the school gate. Segun didn't buy it. He continued , and even tried bribing baba oloye , which was a totally wrong move that eventually led to his dramatic arrest with the charge of posing a security risk to the students and staff of the school.
"Na kidnapper eh!", babe oloye yelled, as Segun was been led into the van.
I heaved a sigh of relief that my nightmare had been gotten rid of, even though I knew I was gonna miss him. However I was wrong about the riddance prospects.

One day, I and my two closest friends- nneka and vero- had a cold sober misunderstanding in school.
The reason for the disagreement was not unconnected to the certitude that some random events had made a mild rumor - that I was a lesbian- go acutely viral and implicating my two friends in the mess.

That day, after school I was heading home all alone, feeling lonely and frustrated but still feigning my ever accessible adamant attitude as an armor and a non-verbal message to gossips that I didn't care what anybody thought about me . a few meters from the main school Gate and towards the commuter road I heard his familiar voice from behind.

"Caroline." He called out to me.
Somehow he had managed to catch my name in the course of his bothering my life.
I turned around and faced him menacingly.

"Sweet girl, how are you?"
He said smiling seductively.

"How many times have I told you to stop stalking me?"
I yelled at him.
I was getting ready to let out the day's frustration and anger on him.

Segun was much older but he still had the harmlessly charming smile of a teenager, he had a uniquely stylish dress sense too.
My mind's eye never failed to take note of these qualities- as an indifferent objective observer though; however my physical eyes emitted a high degree of aggression.
What was it about me that segun couldn't just give up on me like the others? I wondered.

"I'll stop stalking you on one condition."
He said, still smiling comfortably adding more to my frustration as no matter how much I tried to make him uncomfortable he always appeared very comfortable.

"What makes you think I'm interested in your conditions?" I asked with an uncooperative tone.

He didn't seem bothered. He still wore the smile as if the smile was working a secret wonder on me which I was yet to know of, and indeed I wasn't sure if it wasn't .

"Please hear me Out first"
He offered again.

"Say whatever!"
I snapped impatiently.

He handed me a mobile phone.
"Take this and forget about me " he said casually, and I was lost .
His offer remained suspended mid-air as I my eyes initiated a hostile probe of his actions. I was trying to decipher what he was up to. All men who had approached me never asked for my number or initiated any conversation towards the direction of mobile communication perhaps because none of them ever imagined I could own a phone: perhaps otherwise, my mind would have raced there;
meanwhile I partially observed that Some of my mates were passing by and casting side glances at us.


Was this some kind of a joke? I thought?

Few words were exchanged and it indeed appeared that the mobile phone was his condition for letting me be. I greedily accepted the mobile phone .
After all it was his condition for quitting his bothersome advances. I knew this wasn't all , I knew there was still more to it , but I couldn't place my fingers on it and from my calculations I was safe and had nothing to lose; he even aided my calculations, " just take it as a parting gift and have me walk out of your life for good, or isn't that what you want?". He asked calmly. How clueless I was to have been unaware that "nothing goes for nothing".

I got home that day, my home was an old styled one bedroom flat somewhere in the outskirts of surulere .
'Mama' wasn't home as usual ,she operated a grocery store at 'teju-osho' market since I was a kid and I'd grown used to her partial unavailability over the years.

I settled down to check the specs and features of my new 'toy' it was a nokia c1 a "camera phone!"

It was the era when phones with cameras were a new fascinating technology in nigeria. An induction of A radical departure from my mum's old generation nokia 3310 that was available and affordable only by the 'Elite'.

I found myself getting crazy about the device, hence I deployed a lofty degree of my exploratory tendencies and it soon paid off as I soon discovered There was a sim already in the phone, and it didn't take long before I got attracted to a screen icon labeled multimedia, there was some rhythm and blues tracks in the music session, I played them briefly , then I scanned the video section and met the shocker of my life.

I saw porn.

As coolly as that dropped , it was the forbidden fruit that would revoke my residential status in the 'garden of semi-innocence' and lead me to a guilt and negative awareness trip.

For one, porn was somewhat alien to me, it was something I had never seen or imagined to exist in my remote reality even though I had heard tales of it from my classmates.
I grew up watching 'nollywood' home videos and even as mild as intimate scenes were back then , I was made to look the other way when they played. That was the worst form of 'extreme' to me by then.

The thumbnails of naked people adorning the various clips that assembled in a grid pattern indicated porn and what was left for me was an intense battle within me whether to indulge my eyes or use the delete option which I had earlier discovered.

My curiosity got the better part of me , and I found my thumbs clicking the play button, and my eyes got stuck on the screen after struggling to reduce the volume to what I considered 'safe enough'

My mouth opened in wonder at the colossal display of raw sex. It was like I had used a magnifying glass to look into a drop of water and i discovered a whole human civilization in a drop of water.

I continued watching each of the clips and I spent up to two hours; time I found difficult spending on my books was easily and generously deployed to such a thing as watching porn.
A part of me must have subconsciously lamented the 'sweetness of bad things' ; however the only consciousness I was aware of at that moment was the sex on the screen and its appealing biological effects on my body.


I hadn't changed from my uniform , I hadn't eaten , all I did was watch , and I felt comfortable until an indication appeared on the screen informing me that the video function of the mobile phone would have to be suspended to conserve battery energy.

I returned to reality, but my senses weren't so fast and added to that , I made a new discovery.

Something 'funny' must have been going on underneath me,as My underwear was soaked with sticky liquid that emanated from my womanliness.

I rushed to the bathroom to clean up, one thing led to another, I inserted my fingers into my va.gina and started to stimulate myself , I felt such a guilty sweet sensation that I let out a loud moan at the climax of it all.

When I was through in the bathroom, the phone rang.

I answered the call.
I couldn't mistake the voice.

It was Segun.

To be continued...

henribj:
where di OP Mrshroud ?? this is not fair nah. Okay fine we understand you have a life and possibly a job as well and other stuffs which take your time, but have mercy on us nah, is it our fault some of us have become addicted to your stories? afterall na quietly I dey on my own o before your story waka come. now wey I don dey buy the market you come dey form say you no sell again, abeg no try am biko.

Baba I'm so sorry for this , it is not my intention to keep you guys Hanging, its just that @ this point I'm so so busy. But I promise to drop episode 5 2day by the Grace of God.

@Akposb , thanks a lot , I'll do something about the incorrect sentence structure. Bless you.

@Tobiee,Weirdman,greglee,Missmossy, - thanks to you all for the love . I promise not to let you down. Pls just bare with me these - shoul I say - trying times. Love u all.

henribj:
I am not a literary expert so I can't say much about the plot/arrangement of your story or it's delivery, only fault I have found so far in your story is the typographical error and that is common cos everyone makes such mistakes at different times. Its not as if the typos are so much, just a few here and there, nothing to stress yourself about, and if your readers are too lazy to read through the story and mentally reconstruct the typos into how they want it to be, then they should just pay you for your story which you are sharing with them and that way you can afford to employ someone to proof read your material before making the story available to such paid subscribers.

ok thanks for been the most ardent follower of this story series. Like I always say , thanks for the love, episode 5 will be posted later in the day. Its just some factors here are delaying me, not that I deliberately intend to keep you guys waiting. Pls bear with me.

Very wonderful. Keep it up bro.

senbonzakurakageyoshi:
Okay, we get it. You're relating true life experiences (at least so you said in your OP). That doesn't, however, excuse you from proper use of grammar, structure and style. You're on the literature board, so if you're telling any story here, fact or fiction, we expect you'll tell it properly.

My dear, I expect better in your subsequent updates.

True Life experiences + Deductions+ Entertainment, summarizes everything. And thanks for the comments, I'll improve. Could you please pinpoint particular areas I could use as a case study. Thanks for the love. I'm a fan.

henribj:
I don finish episode 4 o, na 5 I dey wait for and I no go sleep till I see am. If I no see am na im be say I go visit you for dream o, and trust me you no go like my visitation .

Lol. At least you should comment on 4 now, what do you think. How's it going so far? Thanks for been there, seems like everybody else don desert me. Expect 5 by 2morrow evening. My apologies.

My suspension has been lifted, thanks 2 d mods. I suspect I must have breached d laws 1 way or d other. I'll be more careful in future. Update coming soon.

Akposb:
Sir, I really appreciate the mention, I was about running off since those lesbians' tale was a turn off. I must appreciate your narrative style as it really brings the story closer. Keep improving in your own way.

I must ask your permission to make use of some of your cult related terms which I credit to you. I intend to write a novel on the menace of cult to the youths.

I will appreciate if you and others take a look at my story " Inordinate Pleasures", just click on my profile to get it. Its off this board for now.

Nice work you got bro. You may also use the terms. You can pm me if you want to learn more about how fraternities are structured and more terms , my own little contribution to aid your work. Kudos bro. And I must say, as disgusting as the Lesbian tale is, its. Sadly the reality in our society nowadays. Thanks for the love.

Deluxewize:
You are making sense bro,keep it up.

Thanks for the Love bro.

Comic Relief


Our landlady was tired of her 5year old son Rafael's excessive playing habit.
The boy was increasingly exhibiting signs of someone who would eventually become a never do well.
In the last term, he came 34th out of 35 pupils, the 35th child was an invalid. And Rafael always failed to do his assignments.

One sunny day after the boy - Rafael had returned from school, as was his routine he was running about the neighborhood with his friends who were birds of a feather, fighting and scrubbing, wrestling and playing in the sand. A sight of Rafael playing in the neighborhood was always irritating to behold, even as he wore a perpetually running nose.

His mother having watched him in utter irritation for sometime had called him , and yelled at him.
"Rafael, shebi I born you finish you say na rascal you wan turn to abi?? Shebi dem swear for you say make you carry playplay take spoil your life?? , now oya enter house go sleep or read ur books!"

She left her small store to her neice to look after, and escorted the little rascal personally to their small home which was not very far from the store. Then she locked him inside and left with the key.

Rafael , perhaps out of idleness decided to explore the geography of his house with the aim of looking for a means of escape. He thought he saw some potentials in the bathroom window , so he decided to become the 'Micheal Scoffield' in his home/prison break.

Few minutes into his attempted escape from the Bathroom window , Rafael was stuck. He made futile efforts to free himself but it didn't work. For close to 2 hours Rafael was struggling with the window proof, hung upside down on the other side of the building. Moments afterward he could hear his mother's voice nearby , she was engaged in a discussion with her friend which was perhaps the main delay to her unlocking the door.

Rafael was desperate , but he was also helpless.
"If this woman(his mother) catch me for here , na big F" he must have thought to himself.

The backyard where Rafael was to drop from if his break had worked out was also a short path leading to the public bathroom in the compound.
Soon Ignatius an ibo tenant was passing by to make use of the public bathroom , and was startled when he saw Rafael hanging from the window.
Rafael already had a reputation for himself in the neighborhood as a ruffian and this particular tenant was aware.

"which bad thing u don do this time wey u hang for here now, God don catch u" the tenant said.

Rafael knew his normal disrespectful stunts wouldn't help him here , he had to get on the Good side of this man, so the man would help him to get off this self-induced trap he'd set for himself , and the earlier he broke free from this trap the better for him. For he knew he was in big soup if his mother Saw him like this. So he wailed and cried , pleading passionately.
"Brother abeg help me! I no wan play again, I wan stay for inside house lock myself , pray for my parents , read my books, brother abeg help!"

The End!

Episode 4 coming soon.

gunners160:
Op,I gbadun ur story jst dsame way Oyinbo dey gbadun cigar.Seriously,u make me glee with every episode u upload here. ABEG U DEY KIP ME STEELED 2 MA PHONE UPDATE SHARP SHARP

thanks for the Love bro.