Galacious1:
yungeez, doing what you know how to do best. Kudos

Maximum Respect Sir!, m still waiting patiently 4 ur nxt piece

D badest guy,nice one we d wait ooo

more updates bro

More updtes ooo abeg

segunk1 Abeg Werin happen I no fit comment for Nysc group again... and I de comment for other groups

holuwakore:
segunk1 Abeg Werin happen I no fit comment for Nysc group again... and I de comment for other groups

BOT don ban you be that ooh, since when

segunk1:
BOT don ban you be that ooh, since when

over 24hours Now sha

Just stopped by to say hello.How's everyone here doing?

people have started unfollowing this thread, it's taking too long to update. It has gone from suspense to unnecessary. papi how far?

Abeg, you guys shouldnt vex. With school resumption and everything in between, I'm stuck and searching for ideas.

Abeg. Little patience

Chipappii:
Abeg, you guys shouldnt vex. With school resumption and everything in between, I'm stuck and searching for ideas.

Abeg. Little patience

Chipappii i even feel say u done update sef, no p sha me nd patience na 5 and 6

Chipappii:
Abeg, you guys shouldnt vex. With school resumption and everything in between, I'm stuck and searching for ideas.

Abeg. Little patience

More Ideas to ur Brain box Boss

Beey:
Just stopped by to say hello.How's everyone here doing?

Mrs Preacher, so you still dy follow our thread? lmao

Kentura:


Mrs Preacher, so you still dy follow our thread? lmao

Hian! When did I become a preacher? . I am doing good.Glad you are good.@ jbluv,bantino,dre11.They say old is gold.How y'all doing?

Beey:
Hian! When did I become a preacher? . I am doing good.Glad you are good.@ jbluv,bantino,dre11.They say old is gold.How y'all doing?

Aiii.. Glad you're back too.

Kentura:


Aiii.. Glad you're back too.

Thanks

the story has turn sour... guess the writer is confused

Beey:
Hian! When did I become a preacher? . I am doing good.Glad you are good.@ jbluv,bantino,dre11.They say old is gold.How y'all doing?

Being a preacher ain't that bad you know,

Bantino:


Being a preacher ain't that bad you know,

Haahaa, I ran out of sermons

^^^
Funny you

Lucasinho:

More Ideas to ur Brain box Boss

Me go vex ooo, infact i wan go beging sell vex-pa ontop ur matta

bros abeg update us o

Beey:
Hian! When did I become a preacher? . I am doing good.Glad you are good.@ jbluv,bantino,dre11.They say old is gold.How y'all doing?

Longest time.......... Glad you still check and remember here.

dre11:





Longest time.......... Glad you still check and remember here.

It's been ages my friend.Trust all is well on your end.I'm always here,though I do more of spectating than participating.

Sorry people. Ran out of data, recently and haven't been active since. I see all your comments, sorry I can't appreciate you all enough. Currently stealing popsy Hotspot so I will just update and run before he catches me. Thank you all

She just stood there looking so elegant. The pregnancy removed nothing from her beauty, it rather added a sort of sexy appeal to her radiant skin and made her saucy. Chinaza was just on fleek as she stood at my door that day but then, I would have loved to have me some Chinecherem.

She gave Chinecherem that look she normally gives me each time she gives me a head and I refuse to return the favor. Very deadly look.

"Who is she?" she asked, it was actually her first word on entering my room. Her eyes was roving from Chinecherem to me.
"Aunty don't you remember me?" Chinecherem asked. I assumed the Aunty calmed her. She sized her up again and shook her head.
"She is shape's sister," I added.
"Who is shape?" Chinaza asked, facing me.
"Who else do you know that I know that has the potentials to be called shape?"
"Oh okay, Chinaza? You are Chinecherem right?" she asked, facing her. She nodded and that ended it. I don't think it stopped her from suspecting that I may have an extra friendly business with her.
Chinaza walked up to me on the bed and made a sit out of my laps. I didn't mind cos her ass was all soft and cosy only that she developed a little bit of weight.

James was already colonizing Chinecherem with immediate alacrity and I was just fuming. Chinaza doesn't know when she is needed. I would have told her but I doubt if was a good idea. But then, whatever, Chinaza even looked better than her, I am not hating shaa. But then, there is something about all these new Secondary school graduates that adds the veins to my preek.

Shaa shaa, things fell into place, slowly. Chinaza in my arms complaining endlessly about waist pain and wanting to go out and relax. James sweet talking Chinecherem and she looking endlessly at me and Chinaza. Something was telling me that she envied Chinaza's position and may want to make a switch and I would have loved that. At least, her maths tutorial didn't seem like it would happen which was better for me, I had lost touch with the mathematical side of me and James love for mathematics was inversely proportional with my love for fine girls.

"Did you cook?" Shape asked and Chinecherem scoffed. Even Chinaza was smiling mischievously. She obviously knew that cooking for me was next to reading my books without any upcoming exam or quiz in my list of impossibility.
"I'm hungry," she said after getting that Bleep you look from me.
"What do you want to eat?" I asked, rubbing at her tummy and having her smile up at me.
"Food."
"Lemme buy indomie," I said, trying to move her away from me. She refused and shook her head.
"What is indomie, is that what the baby will use and be Strong?"
"What do you want naa?"
"Take me out," she snapped and my head cracked like a coconut.
"I know a restaurant around here that sells cheap and interesting food," Chinecherem Chipped in.
"Yes, and they have the right food for pregnant women," James supplemented her. I shot them two live bullets with my eyes and frowned. Chinecherem was smiling sheepishly, I wondered what gave that small girl the right to talk among men. James was giving me that his wicked grin. I hissed.

"When married men are talking, bachelors and spinsters should mind their business," I said and everyone laughed, except me, it was my Pocket money that they are trying to divide into three after all.
"Baby please," Chinaza begged with a look that would make you buy her the whole of Mr Biggs but then, I don't even have the money to buy her a mama put.
"I don't have money," I begged back. She didn't believe me.
"Baby, please," she continued.
"I don't have money," I repeated.
"Please."
"Money."
"So I and the baby should remain hungry naa," she snapped.
"But I offered to cook indomie."
"It's not good for the baby abeg, he needs solid food."
"Is the baby complaining?" I asked. She eyed me angrily, I don't know if she was serious with the anger or she was just pretending but she was still lying on my body so I assumed the anger wasn't serious.
"Maybe we should go to the woman outside the gate, she even have 100 naira a plate food," Chinecherem continued with her suggestions while Naza kept nodding.
"100 naira food won't do us naa," James added and Chinaza nodded again.
"We? as in, who are the we?" I asked, gathering as many frowns as my face would allow me.
"Us, all of us. We are hungry too," Chinecherem answered.
"Do you see any breast on me?" I asked and she shook her head, a good deal of confusion registered on her beautiful face.
"Why do you ask?" she asked me.
"Well, is like you are mistaking me for your mother."
Again, everyone laughed except me. Then like a storm, Shape breezed in, dragging her ass in and Willie behind her ass.

"Hey, the latest couple in town, Welcome," Chinecherem clapped. Everyone kept quiet and turned to her. The surprise was on everyone's face.
"Ar ar, I know these two guys don't smoke and no one in this lodge smokes so I am wondering who gave you the weed that is pushing you like this," Shape asked.
"Ask her o," James said. Me, I was just looking, how can someone be so mouthed. She hadn't even been up to 3 weeks around and she's already sweet on everybody, even Willie that she just met. A very naughty side of me saw in a vision, a 3some involving me and James hovering over her head like the holy spirit.

"Is she that your cousin?" Willie asked shape and she nodded.
"She is fine shaa," he murdered and scratched his side burns. James coughed. Chinaza charged up.
"See Willie, something is bordering us here," she said and Willie turned to her.
"What is bothering our wife?"
"We are hungry," she replied, waving at all of us. We nodded. Willie was willing to impress and in no time, My door was closed and we were on our way out, like an extended family. Each to his company. Chinaza was willing to show everyone around that her pregnancy was mine. James and Chinecherem, well, Shape ensured he kept an accurate 9 inches distance from each other but that didn't stop my niggar from massaging her booty from time to time.

We ended up at a restaurant. We and ate and we made merry, the boys drank and got drunk and the girls accumulated bills on Willie's head but that money for his graduation tuxedo seemed not be finishing. Shape took a sip of Willie's drink and let her tongue loose.

She revealed in her drunken state, some things that was between her and Naza. Apparently, she had asked Naza to come and keep an eye on us and her cousin. She trusted James a bit, it was with me that her suspicions lay. Obviously I needed to work on my reputation. Even shape is hiding her sister from me. Hmmmm.



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Shape was a very sexy girl. I believe I have mentioned that here many a time. You can never over exaggerate her sexiness. Everything she did was as sexy AF, the way she talked, her smile, her cat walk. But as of recent, she seemed to have developed a very unsexy trait. Just one and it wasn't until she came back from that honeymoon with Willie that it all started. She is always spitting around and it wasn't attractive at all.

At first, I ignored it until that Jambite talkative talked to me about it.

"Ehm, Neche, are you aware that Chinaza is always spitting around?" She asked me, hovering over me and my plate of rice like an evil spirit. I boned and focused my attention on my food. She liked food too and is always sharing mine. She will say, "after all, you are my namesake, if you don't take care of me, who will." and is only in matters of sharing food that she remembers that we share the same name but when it comes to the other one, well shaa.

"So what?" I asked her, stuffing my mouth with half of the meat in the food. I thought I saw her eye me.
"Well, just last night, she vomited and.. "
I hushed her. She was going to ruin my appetite with the unsavory tale.
"Chinecherem, I am eating abeg."
" I know but what I am saying is that she wasn't doing all those things until she visited your brother," She continued.
"So you are saying Willie taught her how to spit everywhere?"
"No, you remember in Nigeria movies, when a woman starts vomiting? She said and eyed me suggestively.
"Then she is pregnant," I completed it for her. She seemed to be making sense for the first time and I dropped my spoon.
"Where is shape?" I asked.
"In our room."

I got up from my chair and eyed her, then eyed my food.
"Don't touch it."
"I swear I won't."
"I am serious."
"I won't touch it. Go and see her."

I left her to guard over my food. Goat and Yam. I got to shape's room and met her lying on the bed looking as shapy as ever, only that her face wasn't so bright.
"Baby," I called softly and sat beside her on the bed.
"Sweetheart," she replied. I touched her head and it was a bit hot.
"Neche told me you were vomiting last night."
"Yes, I'm not feeling too well," she said weekly.
"How is it doing you?"
"Slight headache, body pain, nauseous and my stomach too," she listed out.
"Ah ah, only you?"
"Yes o," she said.
"When did it start?"
"I started noticing slightly while I was with Williams baby, but it was just a slight headache back then, now even my waist is paining me."
My jaw dropped, I looked at that waist and shook my head. It's massive size made me wonder why it won't pain but eventually, I thought, Willie has banged this girl into pregnancy. My father would just insist that he marry her.

"Do you think you are?" I asked suggestively and she eyed me.
"That I am what?"
"You know naa," I repeated, rubbing my stomach.
"Pregnant?" she blurted out and I nodded.
"Nooo," she said and shook her head vigorously, with some sort of confidence.
"How would you know that you are not?"
"I don't know, I cannot be pregnant now, not now abeg."

An Idea struck my head and I picked up my phone, dialed Chinaza's number and put it on loud speaker. It rang 3 times before she picked.
"Hello," she sang into the phone.
"Baby how are you?" I asked and she replied fine. Her voice showed she was fine, she was sounding really sweet.
"And the baby?" I added.
"He is trying to strangle himself with my umbilical cord. He has been disturbing me since morning."
"Ehyaa, sorry sweetheart, I wish I could help you carry her," I replied, placing my emphasis on the HER. She wanted a boy and I wanted a girl. I loved girls.
"It's a he dear and I wish you could help me carry him too, you only know how to get me pregnant," she replied stressing the he. I wasn't in the mood for an argument and it's my airtime that would burn. So I went straight to why I called her.

"Chinaza, what signs were you getting before you went for a pregnancy test?"
"How?" she asked.
"I mean, how was your body doing you before you realized you were pregnant?"
"Why are you asking? Are you pregnant or did you get another girl pregnant?"
"What do you mean? How can I be pregnant?"
"I don't know o. You had better be pregnant because if it's another girl that is pregnant for you, I will strangle you and whoever the silly girl is."
"Jeez. Baby relax," Shape intervened.
"Chinaza?" She called and shape answered.
"It's me that wants to know about the pregnancy stuff," shape said and Chinaza went cool.
"Okay, I thought that silly boy has done it again."
"No, he can't, not when I am here," shape replied and eyed me. It was none of my concern, my only concern was that my airtime was burning.
"Okay, so it just started with a slight headache," she started and shape paid rapt attention. "Then, I vomited once I think and I was always feeling dizzy." I thought I saw shapes eyes bulge and I stifled a laughter. "And I think a part of my breast was paining me," Chinaza finished and I saw the blood drain from shapes eyes. She was almost crying.
"Naza stop, thank you," I managed to say and switched off my phone before that damn MTN girl will start warning me about my airtime.

I shook my head pitifully at her as her eyes moistened. She kept repeating 'Willie has killed me'. Before it was Williams baby but now she pronounced his name in the old fashioned way my mother would call him, 'WILLIE'.

I'm not very good at consoling girls especially beautiful ones like Shape, I was only good at romancing them and at that point in time, I didn't think it would be of any help. I had to leave her to mourn herself and left for my room. I met my room empty and my plate that once had a sizable portion of rice and stew with a good chunk of meat was lying very neat in my basket, shining and dripping with the water that must have been used to wash it.

I had always told Chinecherem that someday, very soon, I am going to rape her to death but she thinks I am joking.

Just one day.

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I was waiting gleefully to hear what Willie had to say about shape being pregnant but then Willie was just Willie. One carefree guy with not a care in the world. He is only worried when two things happen to him. He is broke and he has no pussy to ram.

"What did she vomit? An antelope?" he had asked when I told him about shape vomiting everything she had eaten since her mother birthed her.
"Why won't she vomit when she kept drinking the water from our hostel well after I had told her to use pure water."

And that solved it. The chic was only sick from drinking well water which was infected with a dead dog. The dog had decayed inside it and many other people who drank the water like shape were either wooing chemists or having a field day in their various toilets.

Shape had never been so relieved in her entire life, she actually preferred drinking a decayed dog infested water to being pregnant, well, who wouldn't.
She decided she needed some break, to calm her frayed nerves and guess where she was going to calm the nerves. Well, Willie was more than willing to help her calm those nerves.

So it was back to being me and James in the lodge with Chinecherem in between us. She was glowing and I couldn't keep my eyes off her. I tried to shaa but she had this way of making me not to. She was rather getting on James nerves with her talkativeness. He complained that she even talked in between kisses. That was her only flaw. She was smart too and intelligent to an average. At least she wrote her jamb without help and scored 149. It was her first jamb by the way. Her Jamb result was one of the reasons she had refused to go home earlier. Her friends would laugh her to stupor for her score, she had bragged about how she would trash jamb and maybe score 450 over 400. You know as she is mouthed.

School was getting a sort of dry lately. I think everyone was getting tired of being students, just like me. Only that there were no much babes to party with. Only the nerdy ones. James was on his away match things, leaving me and Chinecherem. She kept talking me into anger and talking me out of it. In the end, you can't just help but sit down and listen. At least, the whole place was lively with her there.

So on one sunny Tuesday like that, Shape wasn't back from calming her nerves yet and James was out with a girl he had just met. It was just me around, lying on my bed and basking in the euphoria of loneliness and boredom. Staring at the ceiling and counting from 1 to 100 and back and hoping nepa would bring light at the count of 50 or 60 or 70 or 100. Just then, Chinecherem came back from where she had gone to eat down a guy that had just hooked her up. She came in, chewing loudly at her gum and humming into my bored ears. I was glad she came back, I needed a bit of her noise.
she was on a pink gown and black sneakers. Her ass shot out of her back in a way that would make you want to rock her and her boobs were ripe for plucking.
She came in clutching a black bulky waterproof. She dropped it on the table and sat beside me on the bed.

"How are you?" she asked me and I nodded a fine. She rubbed my bare chest and smiled. I wished she would just seduce me because I was too weak to initiate a pre-intimacy plus I was scared she was a virgin.
"I am hungry," she announced, looking round the whole room.
"I thought someone took you out."
She hissed and lay beside me, rubbing her body against mine.
"Just one shawama and the guy was doing face like he wants to cry."
"So you ate shawama and you came back here to say you are hungry?"
"It wasn't enough naa and I really want to eat indomie," she sang out and I hissed.
"Well, I bought you yogurt," she announced and I smiled for the first time that day. She ran to the table and came back with the black waterproof. She refused to hand it over, insisting that I take the first sip from her hand. Well I did and she poured the stuff all over my mouth. I was going to lick it up myself if she hadn't kissed me and did mouth. I was going to lick it up myself if she hadn't kissed me and did it herself. I watched her with surprise, it was the first time she was doing that.

We stared at each other for a long while. She had a smile on her face and I had a frown on mine.
"What?" she asked.
"What did you do?"
"I only licked the yogurt."
"I pray so, don't lick it again, I have a big tongue."

We got back to drinking the yogurt, taking a sip after each other and when it finished. Our romance too ended.

"Why don't you like me?" she asked all of a sudden.
"Who said I don't like you?"
"I know you like me but it's not that type that I mean," she said and smiled shyly.
"What type?" I asked.
"Love. The type that."
I watched her and shook my head.
"Do you know that pregnant girl, Chinaza?" I asked her and she nodded.
"She will just kill you if she finds out that you are trying to chyke me, ask shape about her."
She replied me in a way that I wasn't expecting. She threw herself into my hands and got on with licking the rest of the yogurt on my mouth. Funny thing was I actually let her do it. I too engaged myself in licking off hers. We kissed for a long time before we stopped. I was aroused already. I tore down her zipper and she crawled out of the gown, standing before me, clad only in her bra and pant. Her figure firm and her boobs robust. She was what we called the tip of a fresh pumpkin leaf. Not much tapped.

"Are you a virgin?" I asked before hand and she shook her head with a giggle.
"Then so help you God," I murmured and pulled her closer by the cup of her bra. She fell into my hands one more time and we got into another deep French kiss. She dug her hand into my boxer and grabbed my rock hard tool, moaning softly as she felt its ferocity. My hand crawled down to her panties and skid into her clean shaven pussy. I tugged her clit in between my two fingers and she moaned with mad ecstasy, hugging me tightly and trying to bite out my tongue. We fell on the bed, into deeper pre-intimacy as she shut her eyes through it all. Her beauty was animate as we rocked each other deeper into the ocean of passion only at the brink of getting ourselves into the main ish.

I finally drew down her pants and let it drop to the floor, her shoes followed suit and I mounted her. She raised her legs, strapping them to her belly with her two hands to show me the sweet little hole that have destroyed many men. It was shooting out fluids as I slid my tool in, watching her shake with sensation and biting her lips softly. I dived in deeper, holding her legs to her body and moving in slowly, slowly and then faster and harder as she asked for it. She wrapped her legs round my neck and kissed me multiple times as we were at it.
"I love you so much," she murmured and I smiled. Pillow talks. I thought it was only exclusive to guys. I rammed her harder and she kept moaning my name softly, trying to choke me with her legs, but then, the sweet pleasure only made.. the pain more desirable. I brought down her legs and turned her over. She was petite in a way and it made her flexible. I tried her butt hole but it was still tight and I didn't have the time to break it. I went into the easier hole and continued where we stopped. She was already asking for more and I thought she loved only food.

So it was Chinecherem on Chinecherem as we drove each other to madness. I went from being above her to under her as she rode me like a cowgirl, her boobs jingling along to the ride. The bed was all wet with our sweat. She bent low while she rode me and kissed me, holding my mouth for long and shaking with passion.

"I love you, the first time I saw you, I fell in love with you and I did know how to tell you and you treat me like a baby and.... " she confessed, being her talkative sef.
"Neche, stop talking," I hushed her and she stopped. Her moans was enough noise. Seconds after the silence, she came along with me, spilling the jizz all over my thigh and me, shooting mine up her pussy. She kissed me warmly and long enough for the both of us to be tired of it.

She kept dancing all over me as we cleaned up the whole place. She even wanted a bath together but then, I didn't want it.
"You can only see my dick when I am fucking you." was what I told her and she didn't argue.

Shape came back that same day. Her nerves seemed all calmed as she was looking fresh and happy. Chinecherem couldn't keep away from me for a very long time. I realized that her confession of love weren't just pillow talks after all. She loved me and before she went to bed that day. She texted it to me.

"Before I think of anything or anyone else, I would always think of you first. I love you so much my bear."

I read it with a smile on my face. I loved what she called me. "bear". In the end I texted her back.

"I love you too baby bear."

Funny thing was that I actually meant it. Interesting days ahead I tell ya.


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She wrote me tons of love texts and I wrote her tons of replies. She was falling in love with me and was dragging me along. I started doing the things that I once hated and that was dating a girl in secret. I would normally want my guys to know that I had caught this fine chic and she was blowing my brains out. That was for many other affairs but on this particular one. I had gone against every single ethic. Not that James really cared much about her but he may still be thinking her as his girl. Shape would simply poison Me if she found out. And me sef was loving the girl more than I should and our affair was something beyond just fuckery. I had to confess that for a while there I seemed to have forgotten my pregnant love and was starting to lose interest.

In my life, I had always wanted only few things in a girl. She gats to be beautiful, hot and curvy and she must always be around me. Chinecherem scored all that point and that was just all I needed. Chinaza had something above her though. She was light skinned and I love light skin girls like a fat kid loves cake.

So James's sister was going to be married and he was inviting us. It wasn't actually an invitation, he was insisting we all come, especially me.

"At least, if nothing else, you can help me pound cassava," he had said as he was listing out a thousand reasons why I shouldn't miss the traditional marriage.
"Will they make egusi soup?" Chinecherem had asked with excitement. After loving me, the next thing she loves is food but I guess y'all already know that.
"Go home and show your daddy your Jamb result," Shape had chided her. I stifled a laugh and she kept quiet. Her jamb result had this way of keeping her quiet.
"But guy, your village is far shaa," I said.
"Are you trekking, no be car you go follow come?'
"And who go pay?"
"Williams baby can take us in your mother's car naa," shape chipped in.

So that was the end of the conversation. We managed to coarse mom out of her car. The crew for the marriage was I, shape and Williams. Chinaza was pregnant and I wouldn't want her to take the long trip plus she never actually liked the idea of traveling that far. Shape had insisted that Chinecherem go home. Jamb was over already and her parents had been hotline blinging shape over her. I liked the decision tho, even though I realized I was falling in love with her, I didn't need her to mess up any prospect I had of hooking my self up with an Ebonyi chic. Shape was dragging Willie along unwillingly but he accepted tho. He could do anything for a good booty.

I and James actually set out the day before the actual day. He wanted to show me around and help him out whenever he needed it. We left around 6 am. The trip from the bus park to hometown was straight boring. We were sandwiched between two other guys. The one beside me was busy sleeping and passing it onto us and the other guy was speaking Queens English into his phone at every interval, lying to whoever it was that was on the other side of his phone that he was on his way to South Africa. At a point, I had to start asking if we had boarded the wrong bus.
The only breath of fresh air in the bus, two fine daughter's of eve that I would have so much loved to be cranked in between them were way far up at the front seat, being entertained by the driver with his boasts of haven once driven Barack Obama in the white house. Those girls were beautiful but looked very dull so I think they actually believed him.

We drove into ebonyi by 3pm. Another 30 minutes on an okada brought us to James's house. It wasn't actually the enclave I had expected to see. They had a very nice bungalow to themselves, freshly painted in brown color. The whole house was swarming with workers, designing and cooking. I strapped my bag and shaped my face very well. I needed to wow any chic that might bump into us.

"Chibundu!!" I heard someone scream and turned to look. A young lady was running towards us, her boobs running before her while she followed closely behind. She came right at us and dropped a hot hug on James. I was expecting her to give me mine but nothing of the sort happened. She examined him properly and hugged him again. Then he introduced me to her and her to me. Chinenye was her name, his elder sister and the reason we had come. James is my friend but I am not going to lie, I am too old to tell petty lies. The truth was that James was actually better looking than his sister, Chinenye. She had that curve factor, interesting set of boobs and an enticing backside but then, James had a better face.

We walked into the house. The interior was tasty and impressive. We met his mother in the sitting room. She was one sweet little woman, her face a carbon copy of Chinenye's. She hugged her son and shook my hand. She was sweet and happy. That settled the difference between James and Chinenye's difference in looks. I assumed James got his good looks from his father then. We went to his room. He had done a very good work on it. Nice paint work. A large enough flat screen and a sturdy mattress, lying on a fluffy red rug.

"James how come?" I asked, pulling my pencil gean trouser from his wardrobe. He grinned cheek to cheek.
"I forgot it during the holidays."
"Ah ah, and you were even helping me search for it back at our lodge. Nawa to you o."

Shaa we unpacked and I pulled out my shoes, sliding into my comfortable slippers. We waltzed out to see the rest of the place. We ran into his father at the backyard. He was overseeing the slaughter of a goat. He was a few inches taller than his wife and had a dark strong face, the type of face you would see on a carved woodwork. Maybe he was a bit finer when he was younger but I happen to miss its reflection on his face. Another hug and introduction followed. He shook me strongly and he was really jovial. That added a little glow to his face.

"James, is like your village people no dy like fine," I said after his father had left and he eyed me.
"Waka."
I laughed. Just when I was trying to summarize my points to him, a rainbow crawled out of that cloud of a village. This beautiful foxy girl just walked through the house to where we stood. She was all heavy with endowments, she let her cleavage pop out from the top of her blouse and they were fresh. She had dimples, a nice set of smiles and her walk was so out of that village, in fact it was out of this world and she was fair!!!

She walked straight to us and dropped all that sauce on James. I stared wide eyed.

"Guy meet my little sister, Chinemelum," James said. She threw me a stupefying smile and I caught it. I went for a hug too and she obliged. I held onto her long enough for James to break us. She excused herself and I turned to James.
"Did your mom play away match?" I asked. He gave me a shove as we ran out through the gate that led into the house. The sun was setting already. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and welcomed my self to the city of Ebonyi, The salt of the nation.

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Chipappii:
That's it for now. Will be back soon. Abeg, you guys shouldnt vex.


Thank you.


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guy, u too much. More ink to ur pen. Be xpectin mre tho

OP where are you going again na..well I gbadun today updates sha..Thanks Boss