I have arrived. My patience though, I'm not sure how long it will hold before i start sending you random emails.

Great story Op. Thanks for sharing, jagugu88li I appreciate.

good job guy.

continue when you have time ... i'm enhoying it bro

inkdbetty:
I have arrived. My patience though, I'm not sure how long it will hold before i start sending you random emails.

Sisterly.....lets go get Centino. Which kian nonsense be dis?
Adesina12 please bring me the rounds, I wan bust that crib open
Where be lawlahdey (my G ginger for life) and girlhaley (my personal person) sef? Come see enjoyment

jagugu88li:
Sisterly.....lets go get Centino. Which kian nonsense be dis?
Adesina12 please bring me the rounds, I wan bust that crib open
Where be lawlahdey (my G ginger for life) and girlhaley (my personal person) sef? Come see enjoyment

Baeby.

Who are we going to murder?

Lawlahdey:
Baeby.

Who are we going to murder?

That Centino boy who refuses to update....bring your full gear

jagugu88li:
That Centino boy who refuses to update....bring your full gear

Oya!

See jagugu88li Centino's updating style is every Sunday.

jagugu88li:
That Centino boy who refuses to update....bring your full gear

Biko, I'll wait in the car.

inkdbetty:


Biko, I'll wait in the car.

See yourself and your teethless bite

ADECULATE queenitee come watch murder case

jagugu88li:
See yourself and your teethless bite

ADECULATE queenitee come watch murder case

Murder ghen ghen, just lemme sit beside you

Centino:


Hi jagugu88li, I think Kimkardashain believes you will like my story. I hope so.

kimberlyWest, queenitee, marianneada, mhizgap, Evajael, girlharley, Darkcrisp...titans of the literary section, come take a look.

OMG, I just saw your mention, but I'm liking the story already

*modified*
Mama Akuna will not kuku kill someone

jagugu88li:
See yourself and your teethless bite

ADECULATE queenitee come watch murder case

oya na he don happen, abeg shift small make i sit down 4 ur side

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Yiippeeee centino where u dey? Ama joining jagugu88li murder gang, we re coming 4 ur head. Creeza cum nd see oo

ADECULATE:
Yiippeeee centino where u dey? Ama joining jagugu88li murder gang, we re coming 4 ur head. Creeza cum nd see oo

hehehehe Murder case? Where Father case dae nah?

Btw centino try update , haba! This your plagiarism issue na simple thing nah, you dont even need lawyer

JUST click. http://www.plagiarismchecker.com

Centino no make me carry cane dis evening Centino no make me carry cane dis evening

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centino!!!

Preetiex:
centino!!!

Hi Preetiex. Just couldn't get it together this week I'm sorry. Should be back the next. Appreciate your checking.

Centino:


Hi Preetiex. Just couldn't get it together this week I'm sorry. Should be back the next. Appreciate your checking.

ok we dey wait

I don loose hope for dis story

abubakarbabang7:
I don loose hope for dis story

Don't man. You think I'm taking the threat by jagugu88li and her murder gang lightly?

I have followed your story centino.l love your sense of humor

ama join dem if u dont take it serious

kalu61:
I have followed your story centino.l love your sense of humor

Thanks kalu61. The story continues...

kalu61, Preetiex, abubakarbabang7, ADECULATE, Creeza, queenitee, jagugu88li, inkdbetty, MichaelBlake40, Dhavido, Lawlahdey, Grendel, SenatorPope, mjay05, Didov1, MariamAlheri, xamiel4, Louisefaye, YINKS89, Cjizzy, leepest, WILLIAMSKECH, Chrismarvel, Jekonmor, HelenBee, Jesutourmewer, Criis....and others I could not mention. 225 Katakata Street is back now. Every Sunday God willing.



THIS HOUSE IS NOT FOR SALE

We were gathered in front of the house wondering what to do now. Akunna slumped again and they began to fan him and pour water on him. He even began to foam in the mouth. Someone suggested that he be taken to the hospital. Another said he should be left alone. Mama Cowbell approached and wrapped a hand around Awero and guided her to her shop.

“When will Akunna stop fainting for every small thing?” Irikefe whispered in my ear. And how does this type of fainting bring about foam in the mouth?”

“You are not to analyze this, mister man. Worry about how dead you will be when your dad returns to hear what sister Esther has to say to him about you.”

“My dad is not coming back. He wants to be made a chief in the village. The planting season ended two months ago remember?”

“She will phone him. You better make yourself scarce where she is.”

“Leave that thing bros.”

“I saw Wasiu giving Mama igbo and they were slapping backs and bottoms like old pals. What is this world turning into?”

Irikefe chuckled and said “Now that mama is fully on substance, Katakata Street is in trouble. As for Wasiu, he will sell to anybody. I told you what he did to Castro.”

“Yes you did. You think Mama is buying from him?”

"Of course. Wasiu does not do charity.”

“I wish they catch him again.”

“It’s only a matter of time.”

Neighbors that had gathered round Akunna began to discuss the situation with his mother. Achike said “You see why when we read some things in the newspapers and some people will start saying ‘God forbid, it can’t happen, abomination! bla, bla, bla,’ I just shake my head. Is this not the type of mother that they behead?”

“I swear!” Josiah said. “If not beheading, Akunna should just remove the remaining teeth in her throat with a few good blows.”

‘The teeth is not in the throat Josiah.”

“Abeg leave me jare! This woman dey make person vex. What does she want the poor man to do? Since she came he has been living in the corridor. His children have been scattered all over the place, his wife I heard has been living in a prayer house. She manages to deliver safely and the mad woman would not let her enter her house; even confiscates the baby. What type of thing is this?”

“How does she want to nurse the baby now? Is it that smelling soup she cooks every night that she wants to feed it with?” Achike said.

“She will give him breast,” Mkpoikanna intoned.

“Which breast!” It was Akunna. He had suddenly recovered and sprang up! His eyeballs became larger and whiter. His chest suddenly puffed out. He was breathing as hard as Samuel Peter after the first round against Wladamir Klitchko. His eyes were bearing down the corridor.

“Mama Akunna don die today” Willy willy said. The other children, recognizing what was about to happen began to cheer. “Bro Akunna, attack! attack!”

Akunna continued to breathe hard. He clenched and unclenched his fists and began to look around.

“He won’t do it” Irikefe said to me. “He is now hoping someone will stop him. No one can challenge that witch. Least of all her spineless son.”

Mr Kingsley, who surprisingly appeared more troubled than most with the whole thing walked up to him and said “I object to violence because when it appears to do good, the good is only temporary; the evil it does is permanent, Mahatma Ghandi.”

“Kingsley! Wetin concern Maitama Ghandi for this matter now. We say make Akunna wake up from hin sleep take charge of hin family, you come start with that your nonsense,” Talabi said.

“The Undertaker never stops” Irikefe chuckled. “He’s bailed out Akunna. And did you here Talabi? Mai-t-ama Ghandi!”

“This is not a laughing matter Irikefe” I said.

“So you want Akunna to go and beat up his mother?”

I did not respond to that.

Akunna looked relieved at those great words of wisdom from Mr Kingsley. He looked around and said “where is my wife?”

“Mama Cowbell took her to her shop,” someone said. Akunna turned and walked towards the shops.

“I thought Cosmas was supposed to persuade this woman to leave,” Achike said.

“I tried.” Mr Cosmas said. “I did not say it was going to be easy. We have to keep prodding until she sees reason. But I must be honest that there is a different kind of resolve in her this time that does not bode well.”

“It’s the weed,” Irikefe whispered. “Now that she has tasted it and likes it, she is not going anywhere. Imagine nursing a baby under the influence of igbo.”

“Sweet Lord.”

“While I do not subscribe to violence” Mr Cosmas continued, “It may be that the only option open to us at the moment is for Akunna to forcefully eject his mother. They cannot live together. That baby may be in mortal danger.”

“God forbid” Mrs Zubi said. We the women of this compound will get together and support sister Awero. She will live here, and she will have her baby back.”

As they continued to find solutions for Akunna, Alhaji Sirika’s red four wheel drive pulled up in front of the compound with a lurch. Suraju, his driver jumped down and hurried to the back passenger side and opened the door and the Alhaji’s lace agbada overflowed onto the unpaved road. He gathered it as he alighted with both feet touching the ground at the same time. Another man simultaneously climbed down the front passenger seat and spun to the booth where he gathered what looked like a painter’s implements. Alhaji threw his robes over his shoulders the traditional way and jumped the gutter and entered the compound. Lukman, Talabi and some of the other men threw themselves on the floor in prostration. Alhaji Sirika seemed surprised by the crowd, but then he shrugged and gave instructions to the man that accompanied him. It was when the man had disappeared down the corridor that Alhaji asked what was happening.

“A new born baby just arrived, Alhaji” Lukman said.

“Oh I see. Congrats o. Be sure to invite me for the naming.” Then he looked from face to face and spotted Achike.

“Omo Ibo” he said and grinned. We could see he was fond of Achike, or maybe he could afford to smile now that Achike had finally paid his rent. The man we were now sure was a painter appeared on the top floor and proceeded to inscribe the words “THIS HOUSE IS NOT FOR SALE” with white paint on the fascia board.

“Alhaji, instead of you to come and repair the roof or do something about the house that is sinking or join the other landlords to appeal to NEPA to give us light, you are coming to write this. Who in his right senses will buy this yeye house?”

“Who said that?” Alhaji Sirika said, with eyes darting about but failing to settle on a face. Just then, we saw a sweaty Akunna burst through with a machete. This time he showed no dithering. He looked one way and the other and then sprinted down the corridor.


TO BE CONTINUED

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collinometricx:
last last

Lol. Welcome back collinometricx

Centino:

Lol. Welcome back collinometricx

na mhi welcome u pass

Jesus o. Thanks for d mention