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An0nimus:
What's good bro? been a while. I must commend the effort you've put into this, I've read through and had some laughs. Any minor errors can be brushed up by a good editor. That being said, I'm trying to figure if it's a story, collection of short stories, or an autobiography of sorts.

I don't think it'll make sense if I answer your question plainly as it might take the shine off the thread... But I'll give you hints...

The narratives are real... But not of one person... Re-written into a single piece by me.

Some of the experiences are mine... Some are not...

So it's definitely not an autobiography... Only a mas man would write his autobiography this way..

The bats... Rat dying in the wall... Are my experience... Cows another person.

Pix one.. Bats poop on bathroom floor.

Pix 2... Dimethoate

Pix 3... Remnant of net... You wont believe that small net , when expanded can stretch from front of compound to back.

I will remove the pixs tomorrow

As for childhood/adult experience... Some are mine... Some are not...

Thanks for asking

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To Be A Man Is A Problem

I feel like starting trouble! I know a lot of people are going to carry this matter on their head or turn it to hot debate after reading it so I will strike the iron where I think it is hottest; the male-female dichotomy. I’m going to start a debate about how men are more responsible that women in the in the real aspects of life. Of course, as a guy, I’m going to present my viewpoint from the Alpha angle.

To be a man is a problem, believe me. I am not saying it is easy to be a woman, but simply put, there are many “targets” a man is supposed to meet that women aren’t required to bother themselves about except they’re compelled to. Traditionally, women need men to take care and provide for them. Any woman who says she doesn’t need a man to take care of her because she is earning millions is being economical with the truth. Even with money, there are many things a woman will require men to do for her… abi can she produce her own children, provide emotional security and handle the tough matters of life as they come on one after the other? Absolutely not. Even superwoman will go and look for a superman man to lean on.

As a man, you are expected to set standards and attain society imposed targets so that the younger men can look up to you and say “I want to be like Mr. Mr. Man”, He is expected to go explore the woods and carve out a stable income earning drum that he will beat and will produce money for himself and his younger ones and then go set up his own home. I don’t have any problem with that really, it is good for anyone to be able to stand on his/her own.

But once the man has set up his home, then he is required to go look for a woman to “put” inside the house. No woman, no respect. Even a man who has achieved much before he enters his middle age, if he doesn’t have a wife, people will look down on him. I can still remember one day a young girl was messing around my crib because of one useless boy and as I called her to advise her, she retorted “go and marry a wife”. So if I don’t have wife, whatever I do or say is meant to be tossed away?

I know women do have same issues when it comes to marriage, but when compared to men, their problem is small. When it comes to marriage, women have many options. As early as they turn 16, marriage proposals will start coming in. by 25, half of them are married and by 30, 75% are. They also have the choice of becoming one rich or crafty man’s second wife or concubine. When it comes to having children, they start popping out babies as early as 16 too. The unpleasant actions that are meted out to women without husband or children are mostly perpetuated by fellow women themselves. Now if a 20 years old guy comes out and says he wants to have a child, people will definitely laugh at him. Why? Because he is not yet “mature” enough. But girls are mature enough at 16 to give birth to children. Hmmm.

Believe me, to set up a home and keep it running is not easy, talk less of bringing a wife in and having children. No man will be happy to see his family sleep hungry. If it happens, he has to take the blame. The woman can look for excuses and say to the children… “Your father is not doing anything… the man I married is a poor man… my husband’s salary is very poor….” I know you will say there are women who are the bread winners or contribute their income to maintain the homes… that is true… but let’s face reality, in their minds, most women resent having to drop a dime of their money for housekeeping.

This is very evident in unsavory attitudes that women usually put up when the man loses the source of his income. When money was rolling in, he gives to his wife anything she requires with a smile on his face. But once he loses his job or faces a downtrend due to no fault of his and the wife has to assume the financial responsibilities, she will start grumbling o… “I have been doing all of this… I have to do all of that… my husband only eat and sleep… he borrows my money and wastes it… bla bla bla”.

Even if she earns one million per month, she will still complain. The husband can buy you cars and other luxuries without complain, but women, they can’t give a man (except their pastor) anything whole heartily without being compelled to do so. That is why some men do things by hook or crook because they know if they go broke, even if their wives earn millions, they are in trouble. And if the wife has no reliable source of income either, it is even a bigger trouble.

Men and women can never be equal… at least not in the sense taking up responsibilities. When it comes to carrying the burdens, taking responsibilities and settling expenses, the women will say… “You are a man… I don’t have power… it is not my responsibility.” But when it comes to sharing the benefits, when manna falls from heaven, when it is time to eat, they will scream “Equality… Equality… equality” to the high heavens.

If a woman dies, nobody asks what she left behind for her children. They just bury her, even if she doesn’t have anything, it doesn’t mean. But if a man dies, even if he is a bricklayer, people will still as what he left behind for his family. People will be looking his wife like “your suffering has just started”. As for the children, don’t even go there, they will begin to struggle daily.

So the next time you see a man hustling, whether he is on top of a house with hammer mending a leaking roof, driving a heavy truck or presiding over an organization, please show some respect because without men doing those stuffs, the world would probably grind to halt..

Brb....

The Adult Side

So I finally turned eighteen! Those were the years when western adult films began to flood the internet and film shops. Just like the guys in my age group, we used to download all manners of rubbish and carry them about in our phones. A distant elder cousin once saw the stuffs in my phone and… she raised hell fire. She preached to me from morning till night about the dangers of watching indecency… how it destroys home, kills the soul and destroy homes as it makes husbands become dissatisfied with their wives. Please help me ask her what concerns a teenager with husband and wife matters.

If I used file hide to hide the files, she had a way of knowing where I hid them because after ‘borrowing’ my phone overnight, the night morning, the rubbish I hid away were gone. I soon got tired of keeping soft copy and… you know how guys do… during private time, we shared those stuffs. That was how I got some adult CDs from my class guy who had tons of them at home. After watching them at midnight, I hid them away under my bed.

Cousin Sister had just finished serving at the time and was job hunting so most of the time, she was at home. I couldn’t finish watching all the CDs that night because there was power failure. I had to use screw driver to open the DVD player’s cabinet in order to retrieve the disk before going to school. When I came back from school, the generator was running… something quite unusual as we only put it on at night.

I knocked the door but Cousin Sister refused to open it so I went to the window to see what was going on. Sister quickly adjusted her wrapper and shouted at me to close the window and go put off the generator. When I came back the door was open. As I walked into the house, the air smelt funny… and the smell made me Hot. Till today, I don’t know what my sister sprayed into the air that made joystick stand misbehave the way it did. She told me to wait in the parlor so she can get some money from her room for me to go buy something for her.

I noticed she was hiding something under her top so as she walked past me, I don’t know what came over me… I bumped into her. Guess what? The CDs I borrowed from my friend and some other ones fell from tummy and splattered on the floor. I tried to look into her eyes but avoided my gaze. The embarrassment must have been much for her. So ladies too like watching indecency but my sister had been pretending all the while. That’s women for you. Later when I asked her for the disks, she sharply told me to “shut up!” Hmmm.

Later in the night as I logged on to my chatting app, I got talking with a girl from my school, same form but different class. Along the line I told her about my Cousin Sister’s attitude and she said I shouldn’t mind sister cos she’s just being shy. I asked her if she isn’t shy too and she said no, she doesn’t like pretending about her feelings. So I summoned some courage and told her I’m still inexperienced and she said wow, come and let me teach you some things. I said that is not possible as I can’t leave home without anyone asking questions and we don’t even have anywhere we can be alone together.

She said that’s not a problem… that our church would be having a night vigil at the weekend and I could tell my parents I’m going to Vigil, divert to her place where we would have fun till twelve and then I’ll rush to church when we are through. In my mind, I was like… great plan. I asked how I would get into her house since her people would be around but she said I shouldn’t worry. The next day I told my parents I’ll like to attend the church’s night vigil and they were surprised because they know how stony my heart is when it comes to sermons. They said okay, I can go. I was happy.

The next day at eight pm in the night, my friend buzzed me to come over to her place. I hurriedly dressed up, borrowed my mom’s giant bible and rushed out of the house. Instead of taking the road to church, I looked right, looked left and ran to my friend’s street. When I got to their house, everywhere was quiet. I sent her message to come open the gate which she did. I gentle walked inside the compound and asked about her people. She said everybody had gone to vigil. So why didn’t she follow them? She said she pretended to be having heavy flow so her mother told her to rest at home. That’s it, I’m going to enjoy myself tonight!

When we got into her house, I made sure everywhere was empty and then grabbed her, hugs… kisses… and smooching. She said she hasn’t had supper so I should relax while she prepares something to eat. I followed her to the kitchen and there I masticated her tits while noodle boiled on the cooker. Then we went to the dining room to eat. After eating we headed to her room for show time.

You know how it is done, don’t you? After going unclothed, she masticated my tin-tin till I almost died from sensations. I told her ‘hey babe, it’s okay, let us bang nah’. She said no problem, took off her pant, laid on the bed and raised her legs into the ceiling. so I climbed on top o. As I was about to slide my pestle into her mortar, we suddenly heard “Gbam! Gbam!! Gbam!!!” from the gate. Barbie shoved me off her, opened the window and shouted “who is there?!” Behold, the reply came thus “It is your elder brother o, come and open the gate!” The next second, a car’s headlight flooded the whole gate area. Her parents were outside the house!

Holy shakurababah, come and see panic! I skipped from my friend’s from to the kitchen to pick my trouser and boxer and then flew to the living room to pick my singlet, shirt and bible. After that we started running helter skelter around the house looking for where I could hide. Just then we heard “Bang! Bang!! Bang!!! Open the door!” My friend began to fart as if she ate a mixture of beans egg and acidic drink. She dragged me to a room, dived under the bed and told me to come and join her there. I dived under the bed too and told her “this is your house nah, you don’t have to hide.”

Just then the door flew open. From under the bed, I saw eight legs. They were shouting my friend’s name urging her to bring out the idiot she is hiding immediately if she doesn’t want to get disowned. They soon began to leave the room until it remained the last pair of foot and then… my friend farted very loudly. What makes women fart whenever they are anxious or whether some women have farting machine inside their body, I don’t know. The last person in the room turned around, headed to the bed, lifted up the mattress and threw it away.

My God, My God, why is it always me? Other people Bleep and Bleep anyhow they wish without any problem but me, if I touch woman, heaven will fall on my head. I have not even put my spoon inside before devil came to pour sharp sand inside my food. The guy dragged me out of the bed, slapped my friend on the face and… other people came in and bundled us to the living room. I thank my stars that her father is such a cool headed man though, otherwise, I could have been castrated that night because that was what her mother and brothers wanted. My friend is their only daughter.

We were made to kneel down and then her father started asking me questions. He asked if I am his daughter’s boyfriend. I said no we’re just friends. He asked if I like his daughter. They did not born me well to say no… I said yes. He said okay, since you like her, you are going to marry her tonight. Her brothers quickly dashed inside and returned with a gown and suit. They made me wear the suit while my friend was slapped to wear the gown. The brothers also donated two rings. Her father then took my mother’s Bible, preached some marriage stuffs from it, said a short prayer and declared me and my friend are now husband and wife!

The next minute, her brothers went inside and returned with all my friend’s stuffs haphazardly packed into three bags. They collected my phone, searched out my dad’s number and gave it to their father. When their father dialed my dad’s number from his phone, his face lighted up. He asked me… is Chief Generous Owen your father? I said yes sir. He said fine, let us go and see our in laws. The brothers carried my friend’s luggage on their head to the car, cramped all of us in and drove us to my dad’s house. My people were already waiting outside the gate.

What happened next is a long story I think it is better I stop here. Her people left my friend at my place so she slept in my house that night. Of course, dad tried to flog me in front of her but I seized the belt and threw it away. I am no longer a baby nah. If I may add, a stupid neighbor boy who had been making passes at my friend but she turned him down; saw me going into her parent’s house. The wicked guy took a bike to the church and went to report what he had seen to her brothers.

Then I got into the university and some freedom too, away from home. My next attempt to be intimate was equally unfortunate though not so embarrassing like the former one. I met this fair chick at one canteen like that and we got talking. After some time, she agreed to come over to my place. When she came, I didn’t waste time before I rushed her. As I took off her clothes, I noticed her skin tone isn’t proportionate. Her face, neck, hands and feet are yellow; thighs, chest and tummy are light brown while are hip region is a coat of many colors. What kind of bleaching is this?

I wore protective garment, spread her legs apart and was about to enter the place when I saw patches on her kinky area. The place looked like a leopard’s skin. What I saw discouraged me very much. My rod fell like a mango tree at 140 km/hr. The lady tried all she could to get the rod to rise again but it blatantly refused to budge. The lady wore her clothes, abused me, said I am impotent and stormed out of my crib. My people, is it by force that I should do it with her? After she had gone I began to recall things, my rod suddenly rose hard and strong again. I was quite annoyed with the rod for disgracing me before a woman and used a ruler to flog it. At least, the stupid rod should have gotten up to enjoy her mouth action.

So I finally got intimate with my first campus girlfriend. Please wait till you finish reading the chapter before you say you are happy for me. She is older than me though… two levels higher but very nice and humble. After performing all the styles I knew on her, I decided to try a new style. I wanted to act superman so I stood up and carried her while she wrapped her legs on my back. As I started hitting her from below, babe went haywire, cried, begged and …. You know how ladies do when they his jackpot: babe suddenly began to wriggle and twitch while she was still in my arms. My knees suddenly jerked and I fell backward under her weight.

I next morning, I woke up surrounded by babe, friends and neighbors… with a heavy turban on my head… in a nearby clinic close to my crib.

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Unlucky Intimate Life

When it comes to matters relating to girls, ladies, women, sexuality or whatever, I think I’m the most unlucky fellow in the whole wide world. While my little friends and mates successfully pulled off jaw breaking stunt-scapades with girls, virtually everything related to the opposite sex that I dabble into often ends in disaster. I will divide this into two separate chapters; one about my childhood experiences and the other about my adult experience

I grew up in a home that gave no room for us kids to go out and frolic with friends. Before you can go out, you will have to tell an elder sibling. If they say no, don’t go out, then you can’t go out except you want to be lashed some strokes of cane in the butt. So when my uncle came visiting and talked my parents into letting me come stay with him for the holiday, I was very happy.

Please ask me why I was happy. Back then in school, you know how boys form groups and they would go into a secluded part of the school and gossip their pranks away, I belonged to one of such groups in elementary school. The bad boys in the group would tell how they would go peeping at women who were taking their bath or undressing; the badder boys would narrate how they fondled and pressed older ‘aunties’ breasts while the baddest boys would tell how they did ‘daddy and mommy’ with female neighbors who were our age mates or how one big aunty sat on top of their pee pee. Whenever it gets to my turn to talk, I usually had nothing to say. Now that my Uncle was.. or is a chronic womanizer. I hope you can now guess why I was happy.

I was about ten years old at the time. My Uncle stays in a crowded apartment block. When I got there, the place was like a mini market- so many people in the compound, and it seemed I was the only kid staying there as most of the tenants were entry level workers who were staying alone one with their live in fiancées. At the very end of the compound, one stupid man like that kept a stupid dog. I asked my uncle if the dog bites people, he said no, that if the dog barks at me, I should pick something, throw it at it and it would run away. I was relieved.

That very night, when I was asleep on the bed, I was woken up by rumblings and moaning of my uncle and a lady I never knew. I pretended to be asleep, turned over and opened my eyes a little. The thing I saw eh… legs flying in air, adults biting, hitting and scratching each other, I didn’t understand what was going on so I decided to shift closer to them so I could get a better view since the room was dark. I barely rolled over when the stupid girl picked a pillow and used it to cover my face. In my mind, I was like… what kind of nonsense is this? Is it her eyes that I am using to look? So why did she cover my eyes? If she thought she is smart, I showed her I was smarter.

About two minutes later… my face still covered with the pillow, I started to cough. I didn’t just cough, I coughed as if I were suffocating or choking. Nobody told them before they removed the dammed pillow from my face. I opened my mouth, gasped for air and then pretended to snore. My uncle rubbed my back with ‘sorry’. Then the lady knelt on the bed while Uncle sat on her back and began to rider her like a horse. The lady cried as if she was in pain. In my mind, I thought, if she weren’t comfortable, why didn’t she just shove him off her or collapse on the bed? They soon finished what they were doing and slept off. I would have loved to send my tiny fingers on excursion over the lady’s chest but Uncle slept between me and her. When I woke up the next morning, I didn’t see any trace that we have any guest a few hours ago.

The question on my mind later during the day was… what is/are there on the bodies of women that Uncle or grown up men were so obsessed with? I sometimes do play rough with girls at school; we sometimes leapfrog each other, wrestle or sit side by side in the class. So what is it inside these big aunties that uncles spend so much money to please? I was determined to find out and I almost did that afternoon but I was quite unlucky.

It was a lonely afternoon. Almost all the people in the compound had gone to work so everywhere was quiet. When I was playing on the verandah, a lady from another room nearby suddenly dashed and headed to the shared bathroom at the end of the compound. I looked around for the dog but didn’t see it. Great!. So I tiptoed to the backyard, climbed over stack of old blocks at the back of the bathroom and peeped in with my heart beating fast like jazz drum.

Normally, from the back of the bathroom, one can see the back of anyone taking a bath there but there was iron burglary covering the window. I was undeterred, quietly forced my head in-between the rods of the burglary and stretched out my neck to see a better view of ‘what is on the woman’s body’. Alas, I saw nothing. She only came to pee so she squatted and didn’t take long before adjusting her wrapper and dashed out of the bathroom!

I was so mad and disappointed with myself. I didn’t even know it was the beginning of my ordeal that afternoon. When I pulled my head back from the burglary, I was struck. I pulled the iron apart with my small arms but my ear would not fold so easily without paining me. I started to sweat as if rain drenched me. I couldn’t shout for help. A million thoughts crossed my mind at the same time: What is someone catching me? What if the dog sees me and begins to bark? What if the blocks I was standing on suddenly break and I come crashing into the small open gutter below? I prayed that nobody should come to take a bath that moment. At last, I was able to force my head back but I bruised an ear as pulled my head backward with force after some trials. It was a very bad experience.

A similar case however happened the next day. Unknown to me, someone deliberately placed those blocks at the back of the bathroom. As it is usually the men who took their bath first so they could get to work on time, when is time for ladies to start trickling out to bath, the crazy dude, a short guy like that, would sneak behind the bathroom, climb atop the blocks and begin to peep.

I must have dislodged some blocks underneath in my struggle to free myself from the burglary so when the man mounted the blocks, whether he was wagging his waist or stamping his legs in excitement, I don’t know. What I know is that I suddenly heard ‘gbooaaa!’ followed by a woman’s screams emanating from the backyard and rushed out to see what was happening. There he was inside the gutter drenched with washed off soap/bath water and crumbled blocks scattered all over him.

The lady in the bathroom, barely covered with her wrapper dashed out with her water bucket in her hand and emptied the bucket on the man who laid in the gutter as if he passed out. He didn’t have much choice because, I think if he got up and ran away, the street boys would catch him and that would be worse for him but if he remained in the compound, only the compound people would bash him or maybe it’s ‘defeated psychology’ that hit him… you know how knocked out boxers do lay sprawling on the canvass, that was how the man laid in the gutter.

When he didn’t get up, the woman grabbed his vest and pulled him up, applied some sweet blows on his head and used her long fingernails to pick his teeth. By then, the compound people had gathered around them. A man donated his table… the laid the man on top, tied his hands to the table’s four legs and… you know what’s up… they whooped his ass and back with horse whip. The man got the beating of his life. Afterwards they packed his things out of his room and threw them outside the compound.

Later people began to narrate the man’s many sins. The woman who stayed next to him said something I can’t ever forget. She said whenever it is midnight and the weather is hot, she sometimes sleep nude with windows open. Soon she would feel a hand caressing her body. She thought it was her husband and would let the hand roam wherever it wanted to roam… until one day, the husband woke up one midnight to pee only for him to see a hand from outside the window… with fingers deeply immersed inside his wife’s honey pot. The husband’s first instinct was to grab the intruder’s hand… a mistake as he ought to have fetched a machete or knife first. As the husband grabbed the hand, the man sharply pulled off is hand and bolted away.

If you think my troubles for the day were over, you’re very wrong. That same night, Uncle brought home another lady. As I was ‘CIA sleeping’ as usual, I started hearing arguments. The lady insisted that Uncle wears protective garment but uncle said he had none in the house. He tried to force his stick into her but the lady locked her legs firmly together. He woke me up and told me to go sleep on the floor.

I had barely laid my back in the ground when they started to struggle again. The lady fought uncle off and came to sleep beside me on the floor. Uncle left the bed, dived between us and later told me to go sleep on the bed. I sighed, got up and returned to the bed. They started their struggle again. The lady can slap o… as in, the kind slaps that reverberated from uncle’s body were deafening. When her slaps didn’t work, she got up and jumped beside me such that she laid close to the wall while I was beside her.

Uncle got up with arms akimbo, tapped my leg and told me to go sleep on the floor again. In my mind, I was like, what kind of trouble is this nah? As I got up, the lady grabbed me and held me tight. She said she’ll rather have me than have Uncle since I am ‘virgin’. Their quarrel graduated to level two. Uncle told her to wear her clothes and go back home. The lady said it’s too late; she won’t leave until the next morning. They swore, hurled abuses and foul words at each other until Uncle got tired, grabbed a pillow and slept off on the floor.

Remembering what the lady said about having me rather than Uncle, I decided to try my luck. I maneuvered my hand onto the lady’s tummy, she didn’t move. In my naivety, I started rubbing and massaging her stomach like that. A little while later, the lady grabbed my hand, held it still, gently lowered it into her hmm-hmm and used my hand to rub some wet stuffs on in that place. Trust me, inborn with massaging skills, I went to work and massaged her hum-hmm until she held my hand. Then she positioned her wrapper under her butt and tapped me to continue. I barely rubbed the place for a minute before she started wetting my fingers with pee. Then she tapped my hand to stop.

Later she brought her hand over into my shorts and began to stroke something inside there. As if that was not enough, she slowly got up to check if Uncle was really asleep. He back was turned at us. Then she pulled down my short a little and gave me my first bee-jay. The sensations felt good. She later wore her under tights, tied the wrapper over her waist and laid facing up on the bed. If I say I didn’t press breasts tire that night, I am liar. I woke up the next morning feeling ten years older. Of course, the lady had gone. Later after Uncle had gone to work, if you see how I carried my shoulders as I walked around the compound, you’ll think my father is the landlord.

My stay was unexpectedly cut short by an incident triggered by the stupid dog in the compound. At about eight in the night, a lady came to visit us. Uncle told me to follow him out to go buy something. At the grocery shop across the road, he bought drinks, sausages and gave me some. As we got back into our compound, Uncle told me to wait outside for him until he has finished discussing with his visitor and then I can come in to sleep. I innocently nodded my head, asked him to help me tear off the sausage’s package and skip off to play.
As Uncle dashed to his room, I couldn’t help wishing I had slept off earlier.

Then came the dog’s matter. It pursued a cat fat rat out of the compound and disappeared out of sight. I have never seen a rat run so fast. From eight to ten, Uncle still hadn’t finished his discussion with the visitor. As I got cold, tired and weary, the dog came back and stared hard at me. In my mind, I was like… what is your problem nah, go back inside. Instead the stupid thing started to bark at me and later started to growl. Me too, I got angry, took off my slippers, aimed and sent it flying into the crazy dog’s head. Whether a demon processed the dog or the dog processed a demon, I don’t know. It angrily shined its dentition and dashed at me.

I didn’t need invitation before I dashed indoors. The dog pursued me o. I tried to target Uncle’s room door but the dog was so close. I grabbed the nearest door handle, yanked it down and burst into the room. Most unfortunately, I bumped into husband and wife who were being intimate live. The woman quickly tied wrapper while the husband wore his boxer and asked me ‘what is the matter’? I could only stammer ‘dog o… dog o…’ The man got angry and told me to get out of his house. He did everything to force me out but I held tight to the door handle. He later called Uncle who chased the dog away, discharged his visitor and put me to bed.

The next morning, he took me back straight to my parents. When they asked him why he brought me back so quickly, he said he was posted to another state for a short assignment so he had to do the needful. In my mind, I was like… ah, Uncle you can lie o. Why didn’t he just say I was disturbing his privacy? I couldn’t wait for school to resume the next week so I could narrate my experience to my group guys. And when school eventually resumed, the first day was bad.

In my eagerness to rush off to school, I didn’t pay much attention to my dressing. I stopped along the way to pee and then… as I hurried off to school (I was already late), the people I met on the way would smile and nod at me. The school assembly lines were just forming when I burst into the school compound; all heads turned around and looked at me. Some of my class mates started laughing. Then a teacher shouted at me to zip up. I looked down and to my horror saw my third leg peeping out of my short’s zip. I momentarily died.

I didn’t think I could endure the taunts from all the children in the school that day. I did U-turn and headed to back to the gate. The teacher shouted at the Security Guard to “hold am o… hold am o…’. Hold me where? I ran towards the gate man, dived between his legs and bolted out of the school compound. After school hours, some pupils came to my house armed with chalks and drew graffiti on a little boy with a long stick pointing out of his hip, on our the outer walls of our fence. Small children can be mean eh.

An ugly incident made me forget about women for a long time. I’ll try to summarize it as short as possible. After I got back from Uncle’s place, an Aunt came to visit for some time. You know how ladies sleep at night… they just tie wrapper or wear gown with nothing under. So that particular night, she came to sleep on my bed because everywhere in the house was full. As midnight came, I thought I could play the same game I played with that lady that refused Uncle touch her without protective garment so a little while after she settled in beside me and slept off, I gently slid my hand under her wrapper and begin to creep into her hip confluence. The Aunty didn’t move o. I thought she was enjoying it like the other lady so I crooked my fingers and dived it into the place.

You can imagine what happened next? Aunty screamed, grabbed my hand and applied three quick slaps on my wrist. The slaps momentarily paralyzed my hand. Then she rushed out of bed and ran out of the room. The next moment, I heard my mom call my name. Who wants trouble? I pretended to be asleep. Mom called me again but I didn’t answer; I shut my eyes tight. I was thinking about the lie I would tell to defend myself when I super hot slap landed on my face. Gosh, I saw seven stars. Mom dragged me out of bed to the living room and made me kneel down. Dad came out of his room with his Moroccan leather belt, sat disappointed on the chair and asked me to confess my sin.

It was then that I understood why the short peeping tom just laid in the gutter after the blocks crumbled under him. I didn’t know what to say. If I tried to talk, a thousand words would want to force themselves out of my mouth at the same time. My heart was beating like jazz. That was how they carried me on the center table for dad to design my bottom with twenty-five lashes of leather belt. From that time till my final year in high school, I avoided women like Ebola. To me, getting to close to a lady is like bargaining for public disgrace.

Animal Problem

Some animals can be very lousy. There were times when I crossed path with some crazy mammals and either ended being victorious or being beaten up black and blue. I think it’s part of staying alone though… because when one moves into an apartment away from the comfort of one’s parent’s homes, one is bound to encounter some stuffs one is not used to dealing with alone.

I didn’t know the apartment I rented in the University had bat problem. It was located outside town, close to the forest edge and it is a storey building with green roof too. The rent was cheaper than other rooms in town so I paid the room and used the balance saved to buy some electronic gadgets. I guess the bats must have mistaken the house’s green roof for one giant tree. At midnight or so, they would sneak into the roof unnoticed and stay quietly there until dusk when they would rush out with so much gusto, swirl around to perform aerobatics and then zoom into the bush. I won’t see them again until the next dusk.

At first, I ignored them because… as far as they keep their lane inside the roof, we won’t have case in court. However over the months, their numbers grew and they became a nuisance. Just imagine about a thousand bats rushing out of a roof at dusk; the sight was appalling. Apart from that, they also introduced cockroaches and bed bugs into the roof. In the midnight, I would wake up only to see giant cockroaches all over the ceiling and walls. My dear, come and see swatting. The bats poop was most annoying. The ceiling’s pigeon hole is located in my bathroom so sometime the hole’s cover would shift as the bats flew about and their poop would come splattering into my bathroom. The other tenants in the house weren’t so affected so they cared less.

I got angry and decided to do all I can within my humble means to evict them. I went to and brought Dimethoate, borrowed Knapsack and sprayed the pesticcide into the roof in the afternoon. The bats stubbornly refused and sat there even with the horrible smell. I had to go down to fetch a long slender cane, climb up again and flog them with damp cloth draped over my nose before some started leaving. The rest left when the smell became unbearable. Some eagles in the sky had some of them for lunch. You need to come and see aeronautical stunts… something like some fighter jets pursuing so many bi-planes. I really enjoyed the free show. Though my room smelt too but I wasn’t bothered as far as the bats were gone.

My victory was cut short about two weeks later. As the smell of Dimethoate wore off, the bats started coming back. Within a week, the whole roof became full of them again. I consulted the local people and they said I should grind a bowl of dry chili or Cameroon pepper, perforate some beverage tins, pour charcoal onto the tins, put the tins in the ceiling light up the charcoal, pour the pepper into the tins and get out of the ceiling as fast as I could. I was afraid the charcoal would set the roof on fire but the said I shouldn’t worry. So I brought pepper, some empty tins of powder milk, charcoal… climbed into the roof and fired the mixture. I nearly choked up there and I’m sure I would have passed out if I had stayed a minute longer.

I barely replaced the pigeon hole cover when I began to hear “gboa!... ghoa!... gbaa…!... gbaa!...” from the ceiling. The bats were jamming the roof on top and the ceiling below in their hasty bid to get out and couldn’t find their way since the whole attic was saturated with pepper smoke. Some were so desperate to get out that they bore through the electric bulb fitting in the ceiling, hung half way and died like that. Most of them managed to escape while some died inside the roof. That night, I didn’t see any cockroach… guess they all died too. Between pepper and Dimethoate, pepper was more effective as I didn’t see the bats again until about four months later when they began to trikle into the attic again. Oh my God, why can’t these things just go away and stay away? The cockroaches and bugs came back with them too.

The landlord told me to get a carpenter to take measurement of the roof’s outline and send him the cost of installing fishing net all round the roofline. The net is meant to catch and trap the bats as they try to fly into the attic. After taking a peep into the ceiling the stupid carpenter said it’ll cost ‘big money’ to buy net and install it outside the ceiling. The work is also risky as the upper walls of the building were quite high and would require power workers type of ladder to reach the roof from outside. I told him to “gerraway” and went to call another carpenter to provide the estimate. The other carpenter didn’t even bother to climb into the roof. He simply said he cannot climb that high because no ladder can carry his weight at high elevation. What an excuse!

The landlord later came with a big bottle of DDVP/Dichlorvos locally called Sniper, augmented it with two litres of kerosene and paid a guy to spray it into the roof with knapsack. In my mind, I was like… “Almighty smelly Dimethoate barely drove them out for a week… what can DDVP that barely smells do?” I was very wrong. The guy up had barley sprayed half of the DDVP-Kerosene mixture when the bats rushed out with alarming speed. Some even fell from the sky and died as they hit the ground. I was dumbfounded. All the cockroaches and bugs died instantly too. Hallelujah!

For the next six months, I didn’t see any bat or cockroach again. After then some scout bats started flying around the house looking for where to get in. When I saw them around eleven pm trying to get into the attic, I prayed silently, oh my God, not again. These bats will not move inside again until my rent expires or I decide to move. The next day, I withdrew N10,000 and went to the market to buy nylon fishing net. When I asked how much it costs, they said a whole pack of net costs just paltry N3,000 and the net is so long that it could stretch from the end of one street to another. I bought cut-to-size half pack of net for N1,500, twine rope and a bottle of DDVP before heading home while cursing the first carpenter in my mind for misinforming me to buy the net would cost a lot of money. It is good to go to the market and price things for oneself before paying artisans.

Instead of wasting my time calling carpenter, I put the twine into the nets myself, climbed into the attic and tediously tied the net to the roof wooden scaffold along the outer edges where the bats usually flew in. Two cut pieces of net I could have bought for N500 was even enough. I gave out ten pieces to the local guys who use them to catch fish and kept the four pieces for future use. I finally won the war against the bats.

That is not the end of my problems o. Some very stupid rats somehow found their way up and began to feast on some cockroach/bats carcass. I went to a drugstore and bought some rat poison, put it into a roasted fish and left the fish at the corner they used to pass. I counted three bodies the next morning. One rat or two died inside the wall. The stench of their dead carcass was so bad that for about a week, I had to sleep with a piece of cloth tied over my nose and friends were prohibited from visiting.

One stubborn rat however survived the poison. As I later found it lying quietly beside my bed, I grabbed a sneaker and chased it all around the room and managed to kick it like soccer ball into a corner and stepped on it. The rat refused to die. I got furious and used my foot to press it against the wall. The idiot screamed and sank its teeth into my toe. I had to grab my sneaker again and smash its tummy before it finally died. Game over, I won again!

However, my victory wasn’t complete. The next day I stated to feel feverish. I took drugs for fever but it only got worse. The next day, nobody told me before I rushed myself to the hospital. After tests the doctor said I was infected with rat poison. I was admitted for lonely three days with drips every now and then. As big as I am, can you imagine a common rat sent me to the hospital?! Hmmm…

My next encounter with animals happened about a year later in the same house. I like the place so I renewed my rent. I also became close to the Landlord because of the way I effectively managed the bats invasion so I became the unofficial caretaker of the house. This particular incident had nothing to do with the house though. It happened one hot afternoon as I rushed back home from school in order to take my bath and hurry off to a viewing center to watch Manchester United VS Chelsea match that was about to start in an hour time.
When I got to the bathroom, I realized my soap had finished so I grabbed a green colored towel I recently bought, casually tied it
around my waist and went out to buy soap from a small grocery shop opposite my place. As I stepped out of the compound, I saw a Fulani herdsman with about a hundred herd of cows coming out of the bush where they had been grazing. I quickly crossed the road to the shop and picked the soap I wanted to buy.

As I was about to pay for the soap, one stupid baby cow strolled to me and starred fancifully at my towel. The Fulani herdsman shouted from where he was that I should remove the towel from my body. In my mind, I thought… “I should remove the towel so that the whole world will see my unclothedness? You are mad.” I hurled a kick at the cow and it scampered back as if to report me to its papa and mama.

The next thing I knew was that two big cows suddenly burst out of the herds and charged at me. Before you say jack, I took to my heels and started running. If I run right, the cows run right; if I run left the cows run left. To me at the time, if the cows like, they could pursue me from Earth to Jupiter, I’m not giving up my beautiful green towel. Will the herdsman buy another towel for me?

I saw a narrow shortcut passage that led to another street and turned to that route. I was very sure the cows wouldn’t be able to squeeze through the passage. However, as I got to the edge of the passage, my worst fear happened; a nail someone knocked into the wall… hooked my towel. As I ran down the passage, the nail yanked the towel off waist. My joystick and balls became the full glare of the people that had gathered around. To make matters worse, the area is a girls hostel.

I saw some girly clothes and a wrapper hanged on a rope outside to dry. By instinct, I ran for the wrapper and used it to cover my unclothedness. I turned around only the see the two crazy cows tearing my towel apart with their teeth until the herdsman came and whipped them back to the herd. With the cows gone, the owner of the wrapper, a rude girl like that… came out of her room and asked who gave me permission to use her wrapper. I said… calm down nah. Should I have run naked into your room?

Fortunately for me, one of my course mates lived in the hostel. She borrowed me her wrapper and a shirt which I thankfully wore and headed to my crib. After bathing, I packed some clothes into a backpack and disappeared from the area for about two months to stay with a friend till the end of the session. I couldn’t bear to walk in my street again due to shame and embarrassment.

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