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WASTED YEARS: The Ordeal Of A
Pastor’s Son (18+) PART 1
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” Praising the lord oh my soul
this is the day he has made
halleluya2x praising the lord”
My voice sounded happily as i lead worships
in
the morning devotion,which has become a
ritual in the house and nobody dare refuse to
partake unless you want to know who pastor
david is,I was exceptionaly happy today
because i have been offered admission to
study mass com at a prestigious uni in the
state.Well im Micheal,the second born of
pastor
and mrs david kingsley,my father was a
pastor
of one of the largest church,i have one elder
bro
and two younger ones.
*************
After the reading of the bible,my father
started
counselling or rather preaching to me,”and
make sure you don’t deviate from the part of
christ and face your study,dont chase girls
and
shun cultism” Dad concluded.
“thank you dad and mum,i promise not to
tarnish the image of this family or get
involved
in any misdeed” I replied and i went back to
my
room to continue my packings.
I looked around my room while
packing,shifting
my gaze from my worn out Eden Hazard
poster
to my shoe rack.I was so happy cos leaving
the
boring home means a lot to me,leaving my
strict dad and the joy of being an
undergraduate.My efejoku by lil jesh ringing
tone brought me back to life,i smiled as i
remember what mum has said when she first
listened to the song
“no need of asking why youth have no more
interest in education,when someone will
said”skiborobo skibo” and his friend will
say”young john the wicked producer” and
before you know it,they will be making million
and you are still expecting youth to have
interest in education, shio” Mummy has said
that day.************ I picked the call and
found out it was my friend and we talked for
about ten minutes before i discover it was
almost noon,i bade him good bye and
finalise
my packings.I went straight to the bathroom
to
go and bath,after thirty minutes,i was ready
and off i went with my bag and baggage.
I alighted from the okada that i boarded to
the
school,i saw a girl and i asked her where to
go
and she took me to the admin office.After all
the registration wahalas, i was given a room
in
independence hall,meanwhile the girl was
with
me all this while i asked her
“pls where is room 19 independence
hall”?i asked
“is that the room you were allocated
to? she asked with fear in her eyes
“yes, anything about it?i queried
“nothing ,anyway walk straight by the
leftside on the pedestrian way ,you will see
the
signpost”she replied
“thanks so much,i will give a call when
i’ve settled down,bye”i said and i begin to
follow her description.After walking for about
five minutes,i saw the place and i went
inside.when i entered,i saw some guys
numbering about eight standing around a
bulky guy that sit on a bunk,as i entered,all of
them shifted their gaze on me,i was so afraid
that i said “I” bowing like a fool .None of
them
answered, and i have to step back to confirm
whether i was in the right place,having been
assured that i was right,i re-enter the room
and
the guys were already leaving when i
entered.As they walked past me,i greeted
again’hell guys’but they did not even looked
at
me.I greeted the bulky guy ‘Hi bro im mike.He
only nod and continue reading the sport
magazine he is reading. After looking for a
comfortable bunk and arranged my loads, i
decided to go on a ‘familiarization tour’
around
the campus. I started from the hostels, and
then to the department and the cafeteria
before
going back home. On my way home, i meet
the
brethens from deeper life and i collected their
pamphlet where their programs were highlight
and i promised them to that i will come.
When i get back to the hostel, i met
the bulky guy reading another sport
magazine,even though i was angry with his
snobbish character, i decided to be friendly
as a
child of god
‘bro is that today’s complete
sport’ i asked but he only give me look that
seems to say ‘warn yourself boy’. I leave him
to
find myself something to eat.After eating, i
lied
down on the bed ready to sleep, then i
remember that i have to called my dad,so,i
dialed his number and he picked it after the
third time
‘Hello micheal, how was your
journey’? his deep voice rang out
‘fine sir,i just called you to
greet you, thank you sir, greet daniel and
janet
for me’
‘okay, bye ,i will call you
later’ He said and he hang up instantly
Huh, trust my dad,every kobo is important
to him.after caling him i decided to play
subway
surfers on my phone but the fat stupid police
did not let me go far before calling.After
some
unsuccessful attempt, i dropped my phone
and
slept.

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WASTED YEARS: The Ordeal Of A
Pastor’s Son (18+) PART 1
.

” Praising the lord oh my soul
this is the day he has made
halleluya2x praising the lord”
My voice sounded happily as i lead worships
in
the morning devotion,which has become a
ritual in the house and nobody dare refuse to
partake unless you want to know who pastor
david is,I was exceptionaly happy today
because i have been offered admission to
study mass com at a prestigious uni in the
state.Well im Micheal,the second born of
pastor
and mrs david kingsley,my father was a
pastor
of one of the largest church,i have one elder
bro
and two younger ones.
*************
After the reading of the bible,my father
started
counselling or rather preaching to me,”and
make sure you don’t deviate from the part of
christ and face your study,dont chase girls
and
shun cultism” Dad concluded.
“thank you dad and mum,i promise not to
tarnish the image of this family or get
involved
in any misdeed” I replied and i went back to
my
room to continue my packings.
I looked around my room while
packing,shifting
my gaze from my worn out Eden Hazard
poster
to my shoe rack.I was so happy cos leaving
the
boring home means a lot to me,leaving my
strict dad and the joy of being an
undergraduate.My efejoku by lil jesh ringing
tone brought me back to life,i smiled as i
remember what mum has said when she first
listened to the song
“no need of asking why youth have no more
interest in education,when someone will
said”skiborobo skibo” and his friend will
say”young john the wicked producer” and
before you know it,they will be making million
and you are still expecting youth to have
interest in education, shio” Mummy has said
that day.************ I picked the call and
found out it was my friend and we talked for
about ten minutes before i discover it was
almost noon,i bade him good bye and
finalise
my packings.I went straight to the bathroom
to
go and bath,after thirty minutes,i was ready
and off i went with my bag and baggage.
I alighted from the okada that i boarded to
the
school,i saw a girl and i asked her where to
go
and she took me to the admin office.After all
the registration wahalas, i was given a room
in
independence hall,meanwhile the girl was
with
me all this while i asked her
“pls where is room 19 independence
hall”?i asked
“is that the room you were allocated
to? she asked with fear in her eyes
“yes, anything about it?i queried
“nothing ,anyway walk straight by the
leftside on the pedestrian way ,you will see
the
signpost”she replied
“thanks so much,i will give a call when
i’ve settled down,bye”i said and i begin to
follow her description.After walking for about
five minutes,i saw the place and i went
inside.when i entered,i saw some guys
numbering about eight standing around a
bulky guy that sit on a bunk,as i entered,all of
them shifted their gaze on me,i was so afraid
that i said “I” bowing like a fool .None of
them
answered, and i have to step back to confirm
whether i was in the right place,having been
assured that i was right,i re-enter the room
and
the guys were already leaving when i
entered.As they walked past me,i greeted
again’hell guys’but they did not even looked
at
me.I greeted the bulky guy ‘Hi bro im mike.He
only nod and continue reading the sport
magazine he is reading. After looking for a
comfortable bunk and arranged my loads, i
decided to go on a ‘familiarization tour’
around
the campus. I started from the hostels, and
then to the department and the cafeteria
before
going back home. On my way home, i meet
the
brethens from deeper life and i collected their
pamphlet where their programs were highlight
and i promised them to that i will come.
When i get back to the hostel, i met
the bulky guy reading another sport
magazine,even though i was angry with his
snobbish character, i decided to be friendly
as a
child of god
‘bro is that today’s complete
sport’ i asked but he only give me look that
seems to say ‘warn yourself boy’. I leave him
to
find myself something to eat.After eating, i
lied
down on the bed ready to sleep, then i
remember that i have to called my dad,so,i
dialed his number and he picked it after the
third time
‘Hello micheal, how was your
journey’? his deep voice rang out
‘fine sir,i just called you to
greet you, thank you sir, greet daniel and
janet
for me’
‘okay, bye ,i will call you
later’ He said and he hang up instantly
Huh, trust my dad,every kobo is important
to him.after caling him i decided to play
subway
surfers on my phone but the fat stupid police
did not let me go far before calling.After
some
unsuccessful attempt, i dropped my phone
and
slept.

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CRIME AND ADVENTURE PART 1
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I walked into the inner chambers of the
ATM hall to make a withdrawal; low and
behold, an ATM card was in the mouth
of the machine. Was that the mouth? I
guess not! The mouth should be where it
vomits the cash. So I can call it the eye,
or ear….or….okk, not that! you know
what I mean shaa…a card was in the
card-entrance of the machine. The
machine was blinking and sounding a
light warning note, like a notification for
the card waiting for collection. It wasn’t
hard to decode what had happened. The
last person to use the machine must
have collected his cash and zoomed off
without collecting his card.
I looked left and right, the other two
machines were occupied. No one seem to
notice what was going on. There was no
queue, the fourth machine opposite mine
was still empty. I pushed the card back
in slightly. For the next 9 seconds or so,
my mind was wondering what will be
next. The machine welcomed me…or
welcomed the owner of the card with
name displayed on the screen;
prompting me for a password.
Passwords!
I calmly punched in the numbers…
1:2:3:4 and pressed enter key.
Wrong Password!
Well, what was I thinking! Which dunce
in this information age will use such a
weak password. Would have been
surprised if it worked.
“Do you need more time for your
transaction?”
The ATM machine was prompting me to
proceed or get-the-fvck out of its
presence. I pressed the no button and it
ejected the card. The other two guys
making withdrawal from the other
machines left. The hall was empty, just
me and 4 ATM machines. I decided to
get adventurous.
I looked at the ATM card in my hand.
The name of the owner was written fully.
I brought out my phone and searched
facebook for the name. 2min later, I got
the owners full profile and date of birth.
This was gonna be fun!
Born in 2nd february, 1979, there were
only 2 possible password combinations
and after that, no more!
2:2:7:9
1:9:7:9
For some unknown reason, I tried the
second one first…it worked!
I was staring at the control panel of the
account…Balance, Withdrawal, Inquiry,
Transfer, Statement….
I heard the footstep behind me and my
heart nearly jumped out of my mouth. I
turned around just in time to see a man
walk into the hall. He looked at me with
a cold eyes, like he was about to jump at
me. I felt a hard notch down my throat,
like a fist trying to suffocate me. The
man was approaching me calmly like he
knew I had no place to run to; like a cat
backed on the walls! I prayed the earth
would open and swallow me! I was
almost having a heart-attack; or a
stroke whichever one kills faster. I
opened my mouth to speak but nothing
came out. I swallowed hard and felt my
throat ache like I hard burning coal in
my throat.
Then, all of a sudden, the man walked
past me to the nearby ATM machine. He
stared at me one last time like he knew I
wasn’t all right; then he faced his
machine and started his transaction.
“Do you need more time for your
transaction?”
The ATM was asking me once more.
Then I got confused! What was I doing?
Adventure at first, but now this was
crime! Pure crime! There should be a
boundary between adventures and crime:
I think I just overstepped the boundary. I
wondered what would have happened if
that man was the original owner of the
card?! Well, the name on the card and
the facebook profile was that of a lady.
Could still have been the owner! A lady
will raise hell if she happened on
someone trying to rob her. A guy might
be understanding but a lady will sure
raise hell.
“Please take your card”!
The machine was tired of my bullshit. It
vomited the card and continued its light
warning note for me to collect the card. I
contemplated on leaving the card there:
just the way it was when I met it. On a
second thought, another person may
stumble on it and wreck more havoc. I
decided to hand it over to the bank
security still on duty. One last thought
occurred to me as I was walking towards
the security post: I checked the owner’s
facebook profile again and her number
was there.
Well, if I was going to be a good
samaritan, I better get some
acknowledgment and a vote of thanks.
I dialed the number and she picked on
the second ring.
‘Hello?’
It was a rich voice with no accent.
‘Hello…’ I replied and informed her she
had forgotten her card in the ATM
machine at the bank premises.
‘Really?’ She asked nonchalantly.
‘Yes ma’ I replied.
There was silence on the other line…
‘Hello?’ I wanted to make sure she heard
me alright.
‘Yes, I’m still here.’ She said.
She informed me she was on a car to an
urgent function and can’t turn around
immediately.
‘I will call you later in the evening for it.’
She concluded.
I walked back to the atm machine. I still
needed to make some withdrawals. I
inserted my card and completed my
transaction. Then, out of inquisitiveness,
I decided to check her account balance.
It wasn’t like she will be notified that
someone checked her account balance:
it was only during withdrawals that such
notification is sent.
I inserted the card, punched the
numbers, selected balance inquiry and
then…
I needed to get closer to the machine to
get a clearer picture: it was 8 digits in
the savings account, another 8 digits in
the current account.
Cool, solid cash in millions! So many
thoughts rushed through my mind. I had
to remind myself the difference between
crime and adventure and to stay on the
other side of the line. Moreover, I had
made the call with my phone line.
“Do you need more time for your
transaction?”
D–n this ATM machine! I was sure it
had some evil spirits inside it. Who
knows if it actually caused that innocent
woman to forget her card.
‘Please take your card’
‘Fool…’ I cursed it before walking out of
the bank.

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ADVENTURES OF A BAD OMO PASTOR
PART 1
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Okay… lemme set the ball rolling with a little
about myself.
I am born into a christian family, my dad is a
pastor as you can see from the tittle. My
friends nicknamed me omo pastor because
i’m
a pastor’s son buh badt(you know dat kin
badt
nau ). They use d name to tease me a lot.
Growing up was so boring for me, we lived in
d
church compound and my dad was d G.O of
d
church. form house to car, car to school, and
back to house after schl. you know dat kin
boring lyf.
When i entered Senior secondary school,
there
was this girl i liked whom i walked up to but
she told me ‘no’ cos she was already dating
a
friend of mine. *it was so annoying dat d
feelings i had for her diminished into hate.
She
killed my moral and since den i’m always so
scared whenever i wanna toast a girl.
I tried forgetting ladies but i couldn’t do that
for
long. In SS2, my family changed location and
therefore i and my broda had to change
school.*did i mention i have a younger bro?..
So, i got to this new environment, everytin
new
buh i made friends already within two weeks
.*i
have dis stuff dat makes people wanna be
friends with me when dey see me. Dunno
why:/. I noticed that one thing the street was
blessed with was preety girls and my bunch
of
naughty friends had already introduced me to
one named Stella. Stella was preety by all
standards, with a nicely shaped big round
bo..obs and a.sse *i love boo.obs and behind
like mad. dat was why i fell in love with her
at
first site.
not only was Stella beautiful nut she also has
d
voice of an angel… i remember going to her
church for weekly services just to hear her
sing. She was all i wanted in a woman. We
got
closer and closer. Daily we would sit together
in
front of the compound i lived gisting for
hours
from studies to entertainment, to sports *she
was a girl dat loved sports like marrdd, and
sometimes we talk dirty.
Long vacation soon came to an end and schl
was to be re-opened the next week.
School reopened and i was taken to my new
new school, with my bro *by my dad.
i was shown where SS2 class was and i went
there. I was stoped at the door by the teacher
in class at that time and she asked me a very
embarrasing question which got the whole
class cracking cos some of my padis who
knew
me where there. She asked *where are you
going? Don’t you know this is ss2 class?*
she
asked that cos of my small stature and baby
face. *i’m in ss2 ma! I replied calmly while
the
whole class kept laughing *i’ve got some
padis
there who knew i was in ss2 but they just
couldnt stop laughing even when i entered
the
class and sat down… It took the techer
another
five minutes to calm the class. Immediately i
entered the class, only one person caught my
attention.
yeah, you guessed you guessed right, Stella
was
in the same class. She looked so charming
with
the early morning ray of sun coming on her
face. She signalled to me that her seat was
empty i should join her. I joined her on her
seat
and immediately i sat down, the first thing i
noticed was that her first and second button
on
her uniform shirt were opened reavealing the
upper part of her fleashy bobby. It was so
inviting like i should feast on it there and
then. I
also noticed she wore a purple bra that
hugged
them oranges tight and packed them up very
well also.
first day of school, first week… Nothing
interesting
it was in the fifth week that something
intresting happened between me and stella.
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