I just hate school, the classes suck, the subjects suck, i hate maths and the deadly virus further maths. I hate my teachs, i hate my class, i hate my school. My dad, i hate him. He beat me too much.. why? I hate to copy notes at school instead, my long note would be filled with bit bit bit part of lyrical words and flows and i drew objects too. Record label names and logo art, i drew things like vibing in the studio to my favorite comic characters. In the pages of my long notes, i drew my favorite rappers and hip stars. All these to my short man devil dad was jargon.. Jargon le leyi na!!!! He always barked. And what vexed him more was the fact that i wrote bhadguy Armani as my name on the description part of the note book.

Name: Bhadguy Armani
Class: (honestly i can’t remember)
Subject: Stupid Maths
Date: Future Super Star.

These things vexed my daddy that, he’d beat life out of me, i was soft and defenseless. My Daddy, rich in his own capacity as we never lacked anything. He paid for premium education for me and my sisters as i was the middle child. I had two sisters respectively. My two sisters made him happy, academically and with their cool and reserved personalities and behavior. But he saw me as wild or like a wild animal that he couldn’t do away with. The only thing that gave me joy was music.

Bhadguy just wants to sing sing sing.

Dodo you are making me obsessed with nairaland the more, na you wake literature section back fah.

But i still went to school never the less. Like i always went to school sad and returned with a lighter mood. My sadness returned again at night when Pa asked to see if i had done my schoolwork and homework.. he saw us as kids and kept to the routine of always checking our books or schoolwork from time immemorial. I’d show him my book and the new lyric i had jotted down in class and he’d be like “my dear, pass my glasses. I’m sure he knew its rubbish he was going to read like he always termed anything asides school work in the long notes. But he’d still read it anyway. Worse worse he will even be reading out my lyric, he’d read it word for word and just after then remove his glasses and then begin to process the jargon he just read and before we know it, world war iii. My mum was my only support. My sisters didn’t know what to think as they’d been brainwashed about going to college, getting good grades and settled down with a man, shitting many kids and etc.. but my mum dared not step in to stop the beatings as he would go mute for months and not talk to her. He showered my sists with gifts and yummies, he gave me nothing. Then my mum would now go out and buy this or that for me and when he noticed this, Pa became displeased with it and cut off mums upkeep for 2 months as a dire warning. His take was, until i get myself together and start taking schoolwork seriously, i deserved nothing.

Pa:
Maybe for you mama linage musician dey there,
Nobody don ever sing for my generation ever!!
Na my pikin head e go come start?
Never!!
That book, you must know am
If na to open that you big head put book inside, i go do am. Musicians are failures idiot!!

Haakeem:
Dodo you are making me obsessed with nairaland the more, na you wake literature section back fah.

Twale boss.
Lets have some entertainment na

Mazi dodo on d beat

Guy you are talented l...pushing three now two story at a time....keep the good work bro.

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We die here

Mr rice and plantain well done

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I've never commented on your stories before cos I'm just a silent follower... but this one had to draw me out...

Guy no cap you are good..... Too good

Ikennna Aka.. IK Blingz.

Now I’m sitted in my classroom, waiting for other students to arrive. My Pa never joked with time and keeping to it.. and he made sure he dropped me and my other sister in school as early as possible with his big jeep. Classes hasn’t started and i knew i was in deep shit as my business assignment remained undid and it is the first subject of the day today in my class. Assembly in my school went as always planned usually and classes started for the day. My teach came into the class and asked everyone to submit their assignments and he collected it by calling out individual names so you hear your name, just drag yourself to the front of the class along with your assignment subjectively and submit it. Same ild story the moment Mr Jam called my name. My excuse was, i forgot my assignment at home. He then asked me to remain standing. The other heads in the class went ahead and submitted their notes and i was waiting for a verdict. A verdict of flogging. But i was destined to escape Mr Jams lashes that morning because of a new student the principal brought to my class.

Note: (everytime i got beat by my teachers, i dare not go home and tell my Pa. as he himself had gone to my school at a time like that and asked them to beat the hell out of me if i fail to copy notes or pay attention to schoolwork).

Principal looked around the class, saw me standing and didn’t even bother to ask what i did because in a list of options in his head, he already knew whatever it was that made Jam ask me to stand. Another thing was, i had no sot partner and the new student needed a desk. So Principal Obi asked Ikenna, the new guy to manage with me temporarily as he would find a fix to who he was gonna be sitting with and wouldn’t let him hang with me for long as i was very unserious and might be contagious until proven otherwise.

cassbeat:
I've never commented on your stories before cos I'm just a silent follower... but this one had to draw me out...

Guy no cap you are good..... Too good

Thanks boss and “just wait for it”

Dodoatirice i dey follow u bumper to bumper

Miraculously, Mr Jam asked me to sit down as he didn’t have my time or strength that morning so to say. Then the nee signing in my class (ik), i was taking time to soak it in, as i have been without a sitting partner in my class from time immemorial because i was seen like an outcast or a put away all together and the teachers didn’t want me to infect other kids with my non chalalant and lazy attitude to schoolwork and here was a guy about my own age and height sitted fittingly at my desk.. now the problem i had with this guy is, he seemed to take too much room and space and I didn’t like that. (Fat bitchhhhh) i cursed in my heart. But he just sat there unperturbed about me or my presence and as soon as he maintained side of the desk and seat and not poke nose into whatever i did then we no go fight. He’d bring out a long note from his bag and i saw the inscription just like i have in my note

Name: Ikenna (Ik Blingz)
Class: nill
Subject: Nill
Date: Lovely date!

Oh so he’s copied my style too?? Mr Jam threw a question to the whole class and everybody went numb. Nobody raised hands..

He repeated his question again:

Mr Jam:
The opportunity cost of an increase in economic growth is _______

Class:
(Slight murmurings, no result)
Quiet.

I said a silent prayer in my mind like “dear God, let one oversabi busybody student answer this question naaa or this man go remember say i dey owe am assignment e go come beat me join the question wey we no fit answer. But our God be listening alot.


“reduction in the level of investment spending”

Wait that was new, i looked to my side and Ikenna was the one that shot the answer to Mr jam.


Mr Jam:
Oh so new student that wasn’t here lastweek when i taught you guys?? I even asked if you guys understood and all of you nodded in the affirmative. So a newcomer for that matter. (Faces IK) Brilliant!! Its only you i can spare.. the rest, fall on a single file to the school football field….

Ikenna:
(cuts in)
Spare the class sir,

Mr Jam:
My decision is final and irrevocable but you can save one person.

Ik Blingz:
(Bleep the hoes)
Save my sit partner sir!



Mr Jam had that “God save you look, it was written all over his face. If not for IK, he’d gave doubled my whooping that morning. Even at that, i still cursed the boy in my heart “pele mr professor eyan Jesu”

yes o my dodo peperempe, here we are again, I dey feel you, upon say you no mention am I no vex o.

Bukolaberry:
yes o my dodo peperempe, here we are again, I dey feel you, upon say you no mention am I no vex o.

No vex jarey everything rushed.

I go mention you for this next update wey i wan drop pepe

dodoatirice:


Thanks boss and “just wait for it”

Patiently on it boss

Baba DodoATIrice the way you da paint your story e too bright you go just the picture everything...... your story the always give me memories, like I no just understand but menh you really good at this and I pray you grow bigger beyond your own expectation because menh the world need to observe your doings........

dear dodo peperempe tomorrow is my birthday o please I need enough update. either on this or pastor matter I no mind., thanks in anticipation.

Bukolaberry:
dear dodo peperempe tomorrow is my birthday o please I need enough update. either on this or pastor matter I no mind., thanks in anticipation.

Happy birthday in adv and I got you.. be sure to wake up to updates on both thread.

More life.. Enjoy

dodoatirice:


Happy birthday in adv and I got you.. be sure to wake up to updates on both thread.

More life.. Enjoy

yippee yeah yeah, thanks mazi dodo

Bukolaberry:
dear dodo peperempe tomorrow is my birthday o please I need enough update. either on this or pastor matter I no mind., thanks in anticipation.

Nothing much happened between me and Ikenna and i gave him the body language that decipts: because you’ve saved me now and we’re seat partners didn’t mean we are friends and He obviously got the message or probably to say he was too busy as unlike me, he copied all the notes na.. new comer wey hust come overtake class dey answer questions. Before break time, all the teachs that came to our class had fallen in love with him (stupid asslickers). But that wasn’t my problem anyway. Break-time, as usual i had no pocket cash as mu dad didn’t give me pocket change for break time munchies at school but he’d give my sister who will now in turn give me a cut out of hers (pman must not get wind of it). Ikenna asked me if i was hungry and that he’d like us to go snakin at the shed. School canteen. In my school, we always referred to it as ‘shed’ ‘no cash’ i replied him. ‘Lets go, i got you’ he shot back. I hesitated for a bit and i was seriously considering his offer. At school I’ve never had friends as i had that low self esteem because of how the teachers portrayed me to the other students. Or the assembly disgrace my Dad gave me the last time he visited my school and had me read my lyric jottings to the whole school. The other students saw me as a joke.. and my position in the clas too end of the term nothing to email home about. But here was Ikenna, a complete opposite of who they thought i was, asking to take me on a break time date no homo.

My mum always asked me why I didn’t have any friends and even friends from school.. I’d tell her, I wasn’t built for friendship. And me and her would argue about it and she’d always say,

“There’s someone out there who’s been destined to be your real friend, your ride or die, a brother from another mother. You guy’s just haven’t met yet. Funny enough, he might be somewhere giving the same excuse as you’ve given too. But i assure you, fate will bring you guys together if at all”.

But me, I’d just downplay the topic change it. Shey na IK? Time would tell eventually I thought.

Okay lets go I said and off we went to the shed.

Gracias

next pls

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At the shed, we settled down for rice beef and soda drinks to wash the mash down. We ate in silence and as soon as we were done and he paid the bill, we still had extra times on out hand. So we moved from the shed to the school field where some boys were battling it out in a game of soccer and the game play was so rough that i had to scan the area to see if an oyinbo had came to pick talents inside the school hence the seriousness and the intensity. Me and Ike, we found space to sit and then we got talking..

I thanked him for the meal, he says its nothing, he asks me why what Bhadguy Armani meant, i explain to him that i love music and it has been a life long ambition even though I haven’t recorded any song because my dad must hear that i went to the studio or i left the house or anything closer to but i believe in myself and my flows i even buttress my story by saying, i still didn’t know what I’d do after our waec as I didn’t think I’d be able to push school more than the last class in senior secondary school so i can focus on the music thing..

Me:
If i go to bed at night, music be the last thing on my mind and when i wake up, its the first thing that envelopes my mind.

Ik:
Really? Like seriously? Before i say anything, but whats holding you back??

Me:
My old man bro, he dislikes me and my attitude to school work, and there’s the problem of school. Its just not my thing. I just want to make music so important.

Ik:
You’ve been stressing this music thing, what are you? A rapper or a singer?

Me:
I’m a mix of both, rapper wey dey sing song..

Ik:
Hmm wild!!
Okay, show me what you got,
Throw me a line or two.

Me:
Like a freestyle??

Ik:
Ehn ehn na.

Me:
Okay.
(Clears throat)

Ik:
(Cuts in)
Sing about love, like you love a girl and she’s playing hard to get. You know that perruzi song for your pocket?? I love that song. Now recreate something like that lets see..

Me:
Okay.

I love you, i need you. I want you,
No dey gara no dey do yanga
You dey pretend, you dey do like you no see me
You dey pretend you dey do like you no send me
O baby no dey pretend
You dey do like you no see me
You dey pretend
You dey do like you no send me but you send me gan gan

O baby calm down no dey feel highrayy shebi na because of you me i leave shade,
You come dey mess with my heart today
Abeg girlie make you stop the play eh
Our love go dey manifest o
I no go fear i go talk am like a manifestooo
O vickky stop say no dey vex o
You see Armani better pass your guys oo
Me say calm down make i word you you see
All dem other guys wanna rob you ni o
And if them rob you dem go mock you
A that time highness go clear for your eyes

Me say calm down make i word you you see
All dem other guys wanna rob you ni o
And if them rob you dem go mock you
A that time highness go clear for your eyes.

She said are you ready ooo
This kain girl make me loose control
She say she gon chop my money like I’m Davido
When she know say me i know be O.B.O
Shey you know!!




I finally stopped to look at kev and he looked like he was enjoying my little afro pop freestyle even without a beat then he spoke.


Ik:
Wooooooooow guy!!!! Damnn.
I swear, you need to record this shiiii.
How come you’ve never recorded a thing in your life??

Me:
I told you, my Dad hates me and doesn’t even give me money. Infact, i dare not leave the house at noon.
He still thinks I’m a kid.. and I’m scared shit of him for reals.

IK:
Wow.
Really?

Me:
Yeah.

Ik:
Come on now don’t be sad.. i got you.. i like your voice and how you gave me a song that sounded so nice for a freestyle and without beats. Don’t worry, lets see how it goes, i got savings that i can explore.and….

(Bell rings)
Break time comes to an end..

Me:
Bro, lets rush, Mr Obi would start flogging students if they remained outside classes for 3 minutes after the bell goes off. The punishment is what we should try to avoid.

Ik gets the message, then he gets up immediately after and we ran side by side to the part of the school our class was located.

A start of the new Skoo

next abeg

Update us boss

Update!!!

I don land for here abeg as i be silent follower and I bet this will be my best read after katakata street.

Before the end of the day, i got more intel about Ikenna, in our free class period which was the last class of the day, me and iKenna spoke extensively, i asked about his name, and he said he liked it not like anything was attached to it as he was no rapper or singer but would like to finish school and do business but for the time being, he liked the fancy nickname he carved on his note book. His daddy? A free minded but very busy person, rich, richer than my Dad from the look of things. Ikenna’s Dad proveided everything he wanted, from money to gifts and device gifts and etc. his mum, a pharmacist who worked at luth and operated a pharmacy in the heart of lagos, a pharmacy where business was moving.. his mum was a very busy person too.. Ikenna is their only child and he claimed they always claimed to be making more money and putting certain things in place for their future hence why they cannot be home all the time and for everytime Ik cited a case of his both parents been so busy and doesn’t make time for him, they apologize and give him more money and still nothing changes. They were just lucky that Ik was a cool calm and collected dude.. how he remained grounded despite having all that freedom, time and money could be applauded. Closing bell rang, i grabbed my bag, he grabbed his and we both went outside.. my Daddy and his big head and pot belly was waiting to collect my sister and I understood that if i was s minute late to the car after my sist, I’d trekk home.. i was heading for the gate, ikenna then dragged me back and said he wanted to have some fun after school as he’d promised to buy chicken wings and iced cream at the eatery that was at the junction that led to our school and also he’d like to pick up food supplies for his two Caucasian puppies at home and if i wasn’t really really in a hurry, he’d love to take me to a studio and see if we could book a session for the next day which was Saturday.

At the mentioning of Studio, my mind traveled like i had just swallowed a darrned time machine and i forgot completely about mi Dad and his waiting big Toyota Jeep. I just went of course like that at the mention if studio i would have changed my mind and gone to the waiting car because i saw my sister from across the football field that me and Ik were hanging out drinking chilled fanta directly from the bottle at the shed.. my sister’s walking from my calculations, pa had sent her to go look for me as as i envisioned, she’d gotten to the car before me.. i almost quit on the fanta but Ikenna would be my first shot at recording one of the songs i jotted away in my long note. In a minute, I discarded all the would be consequences my actions would drag to me.. at that point, i thought Pa could go to hell,

“With your sister??”

A softer mind asked my vexed mind

‘Yes absolutely’

Happy Birthday @ bukolaberry