wizsolzy:
Dear badoh.. I don't mean to be rude... I know am not paying u... but dis short updates r getting on my nerves

I understand boss. Its about having time. I will do better eventually. Bear with me

2Lynx:
nice one badoh this your tori don dey dey emotional small small
more ink to your pen tho

All in all. Everything join kinda.
Thanks

URep:
Your update only makes one hungry for more

No vex, I de kitchen.

adontcare:
This ken story is something else o.

abi. The thing sef de touch me too

stone350:
update pls

It will come.

badohemmy:

No vex, I de kitchen.

Cook fast man.

badohemmy:

I understand boss. Its about having time. I will do better eventually. Bear with me

Gracias

More update please

the story be looking like a season movie. one minute its saying a story then the next minute it's telling us another story.

truth be told I am beginning to lose interest in this project...

Uniquejames:
the story be looking like a season movie. one minute its saying a story then the next minute it's telling us another story.

truth be told I am beginning to lose interest in this project...

If this had come from someone else I would have kicked him in the butt and say good luck.

But it coming from one of my earliest reader, follower and commenter, I will try my best to explain...

No offense but this is indeed a season movie (so to say), this is because it's the story of someone's life allegedly. Now the reason behind telling other person's story in Badoh's story is to help create a better understanding of why Ken did what he did. Before now many called Ken a snitch and more but who would do differently in his situation?

Left for me I would prefer to abbreviate the book like I did in the beginning to end this project quicker (considering it's my worst work yet) and move on. But I can't. Some stories are realer than meet the eye and I indulge you to be patient.
If the story does not go the direction you expect simply abandon it for a month or more and return, you will appreciate it more on return. It's the trick I use on some stories I follow on Nairaland especially when they begin to bore me.

Please don't take this the wrong way, just that I became uninspired (after reading your comment) when I tried writing this morning.
Nonetheless, I understand. But for future sake make your criticism more constructive to avoid demoralizing the writer. Thanks boss.

badohemmy:


If this had come from someone else I would have kicked him in the butt and say good luck.

But it coming from one of my earliest reader, follower and commenter, I will try my best to explain...

No offense but this is indeed a season movie (so to say), this is because it's the story of someone's life allegedly. Now the reason behind telling other person's story in Badoh's story is to help create a better understanding of why Ken did what he did. Before now many called Ken a snitch and more but who would do differently in his situation?

Left for me I would prefer to abbreviate the book like I did in the beginning to end this project quicker (considering it's my worst work yet) and move on. But I can't. Some stories are realer than meet the eye and I indulge you to be patient.
If the story does not go the direction you expect simply abandon it for a month or more and return, you will appreciate it more on return. It's the trick I use on some stories I follow on Nairaland especially when they begin to bore me.

Please don't take this the wrong way, just that I became uninspired (after reading your comment) when I tried writing this morning.
Nonetheless, I understand. But for future sake make your criticism more constructive to avoid demoralizing the writer. Thanks boss.

please don't mind him.

badohemmy:


If this had come from someone else I would have kicked him in the butt and say good luck.

But it coming from one of my earliest reader, follower and commenter, I will try my best to explain...

No offense but this is indeed a season movie (so to say), this is because it's the story of someone's life allegedly. Now the reason behind telling other person's story in Badoh's story is to help create a better understanding of why Ken did what he did. Before now many called Ken a snitch and more but who would do differently in his situation?

Left for me I would prefer to abbreviate the book like I did in the beginning to end this project quicker (considering it's my worst work yet) and move on. But I can't. Some stories are realer than meet the eye and I indulge you to be patient.
If the story does not go the direction you expect simply abandon it for a month or more and return, you will appreciate it more on return. It's the trick I use on some stories I follow on Nairaland especially when they begin to bore me.

Please don't take this the wrong way, just that I became uninspired (after reading your comment) when I tried writing this morning.
Nonetheless, I understand. But for future sake make your criticism more constructive to avoid demoralizing the writer. Thanks boss.

Brother please continue even Jesus Christ was not loved by the 12 disciples


So many will say bad about your story but the truth is your story is sweet and nice

More ink to your pen

following

badohemmy:


If this had come from someone else I would have kicked him in the butt and say good luck.

Before now many called Ken a snitch and more but who would do differently in his situation?

But for future sake make your criticism more constructive to avoid demoralizing the writer. Thanks boss.

I bet it, you don't wanna kick anybody's butt and say good luck, cos every body (come early or come later) is important when comment issue is involve.

Actually, I wouldn't understand this story more, if you had not bring an update that justify Ken's behavior at this point... That means, Ken is still gonna do some big fuckups, and Badoh won't have to look over to Ken as the enemy(or friend) but, GentleLion... My opinion thou.

Thank you man, the way you handle the situation is more mature than I imagined self, but you need to mind him, cos another of this will come.
Thou shalt not be DISCOURAGED, but thou shalt give us updates today.


Big boss, Uniquejames, thanks for the courage of airing your view, but you can do more. I bet it, you don't wanna let this story be, cos without you, he wouldn't have got this far....

Oya let's go there
Harjibolar is still here

Still ringing

harjibolar10:
I bet it, you don't wanna kick anybody's butt and say good luck, cos every body (come early or come later) is important when comment issue is involve.

Actually, I wouldn't understand this story more, if you had not bring an update that justify Ken's behavior at this point... That means, Ken is still gonna do some big fuckups, and Badoh won't have to look over to Ken as the enemy(or friend) but, GentleLion... My opinion thou.

Thank you man, the way you handle the situation is more mature than I imagined self, but you need to mind him, cos another of this will come.
Thou shalt not be DISCOURAGED, but thou shalt give us updates today.


Big boss, Uniquejames, thanks for the courage of airing your view, but you can do more. I bet it, you don't wanna let this story be, cos without you, he wouldn't have got this far....

Oya let's go there
Harjibolar is still here

in line to dis i wanna tel u dat it is certain dat u can neva get 100% approval 4rm d general public bt as far as larger number is 4 u, man no need to worry just march on till u get dia. Much luv 4rm Dannyluv

Chapter 49

Gentle Lion

Calm, calculating, but ferocious.... Those were the words that usually came to mind when describing GentleLion, the gentle prodigal son who was an expert in using others to fight his battles.
Samson as he's popularly known is the elder brother of Badoh. He was a no good son until a few years ago when he decided on his own to get his shit together. Before then his family saw him as the kind of boy who had probably took a bet with God, swearing not to do anything good with his life. He became a cultist from an early age, he got himself expelled from Osadenis and St Patrick's college Asaba.
Even after he managed to finish secondary School at age 19, he revelled in nothing else safe for being the youngest Capone in the history of the Black people's confraternity. He was as intelligent as he was bloody, taking his group to the top of the food chain. Even when mutiny was rife in other groups as everyone hustled to be top dog, Samson would plant spies among the various cliques in his cult. The spies then made moves to overthrow him as Capone, those aggrieved members stupid enough to buy it were usually cut to size.
He used blackmail as a tool to control people, and as he grew older he reconciled the factions and controlled them with his kindness. Badoh's parents tried everything to get Sam to go to the university but nothing seemed to work. First he tried prelim at University of Benin city but came back short. After which his father secured admission for him at the Federal College Of Education (Technical) Asaba, through the help of Dr. Nwaokolo a relative and the school Provost but all that was flushed down the toilet as he quit FECOTECH for reasons best known to him alone. His mum resulted to prayers hoping that he would change, and one day he actually did change.
He called his mum and told her of his intentions to further, he bought Jamb form that year, wrote it, passed and got admitted into University of Calabar. In a few blinks Sam was a graduate of political science and currently serving in Abuja. He however remains aware of the many sins he committed in his moment of weakness or strength as you deem to see it and has always protected himself and his family the best way he could.
Having stepped on many toes, Samson ensures that he assigns someone to each members of his family. They usually monitored and reported back to him, or if necessary step in in cases of emergency. That was the role he made Ken play. He had met Ken during one of his journey to Ogwashi-Uku prison where he was held prior to the 2003 election. He spent months in prison but his lawyer Barr. Femi Okafor succeeded in getting his release after much struggle.
He had tried calling Badoh twice but he refused picking his calls. He knows that he knows. But he did not owe him any explanation.
Badoh lay in his bed thinking, he wondered why his brother would monitor him. "Why wouldn't he let him live his life without interference?" His brother had wanted him to go to UniCal like himself but he turned that down flatly, the thought of being in the same environment as his brother irked him. He was a quiet boy for sure but Samson was different - he was cold. Samson was the one person in their family who still think it's okay to beat him, and when he does he did it like they were age mates. As he laid thinking, a loud knock interrupted his thought.
"Who's that?" He querried still lying down, he had no intention of opening the door for anybody, be it Efe, Ken, the carpenter and especially his nosy neighbours.
"It's Mike," the soft voice said.
Badoh thought for a while before recognizing the voice. He wondered how he got to know his room number. He successfully dragged himself out of the bed though with how long it took him you would mistake it for a Herculean task. He opened the door after confirming he was alone and greeted him.
"Bros Mike, welcome. Hope no probs?" He managed to inquire.
"No wahala my guy! I say make I shoot you your bar make I for no loss. You code!" Mike said trying to squeeze some cash into his hand, but Badoh resisted. He wanted to know what the money was for.
Mike explained that it was the money he used to buy beer the day he had issues with his confraternity. He told him that he had been broke for a while now else he would have returned the cash earlier.
"No na, you na my Bros na. I no fit collect am. Na my gbege and e don settle," Badoh explained.
"How? If you no take this box you dey create fresh gbege for me, and you know say I no get blood wey go rush like public tap, I no fit for wahala." Mike said with watery eyes.
"Bros, ah, I no fit. If I take this owoh, e go be like I de obtain from you, e be as e get nau!" Badoh cried hoping to convince him to no avail.
"Manchi, I no get morale leave here if you no take this money. Just collect am guy. Abeg!" Mike said as he successfully squeezed it into his hand. He thanked Badoh and left.
Badoh had to take the money because he could not do other wise. He had monitored Mike's face and was sure that the soft spoken Bros was scared to the bone marrow. Sweat dripped from every pore in his face while the veins in his forehead were more visible than before. Badoh could see his brother written all over it. When he went back inside, he threw himself in the bed and counted the cash, it was N4,000. He sighed and threw it under his pillow. Just then his phone began to ring again and it was Samson.
"Bros!" Badoh said after picking up reluctantly.
"How matterz?" Samson asked.
"Bros why you dey monitor me, abi you be monitoring spirit?" Badoh asked nonchalantly a raised voice.
His question shocked Samson more than an electric wire does when in contact with a wet skin. But he kept his calm.
"I see say you don chop winch. Count your Bleep ups by your self. First you no gree pick my call, now you pick come dey yearn Okpata, not to mention say of all the girls wey dey this world na Vivian naim you go dey cross. If na someone else na 50 machete drills he go chop. (Silence) But nevertheless, Bundoh, you go collect..." Gentlelion said and the phone went dead.
As soon as the call ended, Badoh held the phone to his ear hoping to hear something else, something kinder, but all he heard was his heartbeat, and an echo of GentleLion's last words - You go collect.

thank god nhohohnho hmmm one more food pls

nice one and keep it rolling

You go really collect no be small.
You go cross alpha matter.

badohemmy:


Chapter 49

Gentle Lion

Calm, calculating, but ferocious.... Those were the words that usually came to mind when describing GentleLion, the gentle prodigal son who was an expert in using others to fight his battles.
Samson as he's popularly known is the elder brother of Badoh. He was a no good son until a few years ago when he decided on his own to get his shit together. Before then his family saw him as the kind of boy who had probably took a bet with God, swearing not to do anything good with his life. He became a cultist from an early age, he got himself expelled from Osadenis and St Patrick's college Asaba.
Even after he managed to finish secondary School at age 19, he revelled in nothing else safe for being the youngest Capone in the history of the Black people's confraternity. He was as intelligent as he was bloody, taking his group to the top of the food chain. Even when mutiny was rife in other groups as everyone hustled to be top dog, Samson would plant spies among the various cliques in his cult. The spies then made moves to overthrow him as Capone, those aggrieved members stupid enough to buy it were usually cut to size.
He used blackmail as a tool to control people, and as he grew older he reconciled the factions and controlled them with his kindness. Badoh's parents tried everything to get Sam to go to the university but nothing seemed to work. First he tried prelim at University of Benin city but came back short. After which his father secured admission for him at the Federal College Of Education (Technical) Asaba, through the help of Dr. Nwaokolo a relative and the school Provost but all that was flushed down the toilet as he quit FECOTECH for reasons best known to him alone. His mum resulted to prayers hoping that he would change, and one day he actually did change.
He called his mum and told her of his intentions to further, he bought Jamb form that year, wrote it, passed and got admitted into University of Calabar. In a few blinks Sam was a graduate of political science and currently serving in Abuja. He however remains aware of the many sins he committed in his moment of weakness or strength as you deem to see it and has always protected himself and his family the best way he could.
Having stepped on many toes, Samson ensures that he assigns someone to each members of his family. They usually monitored and reported back to him, or if necessary step in in cases of emergency. That was the role he made Ken play. He had met Ken during one of his journey to Ogwashi-Uku prison where he was held prior to the 2003 election. He spent months in prison but his lawyer Barr. Femi Okafor succeeded in getting his release after much struggle.
He had tried calling Badoh twice but he refused picking his calls. He knows that he knows. But he did not owe him any explanation.
Badoh lay in his bed thinking, he wondered why his brother would monitor him. "Why wouldn't he let him live his life without interference?" His brother had wanted him to go to UniCal like himself but he turned that down flatly, the thought of being in the same environment as his brother irked him. He was a quiet boy for sure but Samson was different - he was cold. Samson was the one person in their family who still think it's okay to beat him, and when he does he did it like they were age mates. As he laid thinking, a loud knock interrupted his thought.
"Who's that?" He querried still lying down, he had no intention of opening the door for anybody, be it Efe, Ken, the carpenter and especially his nosy neighbours.
"It's Mike," the soft voice said.
Badoh thought for a while before recognizing the voice. He wondered how he got to know his room number. He successfully dragged himself out of the bed though with how long it took him you would mistake it for a Herculean task. He opened the door after confirming he was alone and greeted him.
"Bros Mike, welcome. Hope no probs?" He managed to inquire.
"No wahala my guy! I say make I shoot you your bar make I for no loss. You code!" Mike said trying to squeeze some cash into his hand, but Badoh resisted. He wanted to know what the money was for.
Mike explained that it was the money he used to buy beer the day he had issues with his confraternity. He told him that he had been broke for a while now else he would have returned the cash earlier.
"No na, you na my Bros na. I no fit collect am. Na my gbege and e don settle," Badoh explained.
"How? If you no take this box you dey create fresh gbege for me, and you know say I no get blood wey go rush like public tap, I no fit for wahala." Mike said with watery eyes.
"Bros, ah, I no fit. If I take this owoh, e go be like I de obtain from you, e be as e get nau!" Badoh cried hoping to convince him to no avail.
"Manchi, I no get morale leave here if you no take this money. Just collect am guy. Abeg!" Mike said as he successfully squeezed it into his hand. He thanked Badoh and left.
Badoh had to take the money because he could not do other wise. He had monitored Mike's face and was sure that the soft spoken Bros was scared to the bone marrow. Sweat dripped from every pore in his face while the veins in his forehead were more visible than before. Badoh could see his brother written all over it. When he went back inside, he threw himself in the bed and counted the cash, it was N4,000. He sighed and threw it under his pillow. Just then his phone began to ring again and it was Samson.
"Bros!" Badoh said after picking up reluctantly.
"How matterz?" Samson asked.
"Bros why you dey monitor me, abi you be monitoring spirit?" Badoh asked nonchalantly a raised voice.
His question shocked Samson more than an electric wire does when in contact with a wet skin. But he kept his calm.
"I see say you don chop winch. Count your Bleep ups by your self. First you no gree pick my call, now you pick come dey yearn Okpata, not to mention say of all the girls wey dey this world na Vivian naim you go dey cross. If na someone else na 50 machete drills he go chop. (Silence) But nevertheless, Bundoh, you go collect..." Gentlelion said and the phone went dead.
As soon as the call ended, Badoh held the phone to his ear hoping to hear something else, something kinder, but all he heard was his heartbeat, and an echo of GentleLion's last words - You go collect.

Oga Badohemmy you too much, I too like this story o. More ink to your pen.

baddo i dope cap for u bro, nice story

Abeg update fast ooo, it is getting interesting and tough

Keep it coming but u go surely collect frm Gentlelion

badohemmy:


If this had come from someone else I would have kicked him in the butt and say good luck.

But it coming from one of my earliest reader, follower and commenter, I will try my best to explain...

No offense but this is indeed a season movie (so to say), this is because it's the story of someone's life allegedly. Now the reason behind telling other person's story in Badoh's story is to help create a better understanding of why Ken did what he did. Before now many called Ken a snitch and more but who would do differently in his situation?

Left for me I would prefer to abbreviate the book like I did in the beginning to end this project quicker (considering it's my worst work yet) and move on. But I can't. Some stories are realer than meet the eye and I indulge you to be patient.
If the story does not go the direction you expect simply abandon it for a month or more and return, you will appreciate it more on return. It's the trick I use on some stories I follow on Nairaland especially when they begin to bore me.

Please don't take this the wrong way, just that I became uninspired (after reading your comment) when I tried writing this morning.
Nonetheless, I understand. But for future sake make your criticism more constructive to avoid demoralizing the writer. Thanks boss.

it wasn't in anyway aimed at demoralizing you boss. at that point I was pissed to the apex that I couldn't hold back my 'say'.

kindly look at it from the 'constructive' criticism angle and act towards it.

I still pledge my loyalty to the work nevertheless.

going through the last episode I concur to the fact that if I come back after one or two months time I will be thrilled, surely that's the exact step am taking.

Keep the suspense coming. More inks to your pen badoh

This is my first comment on this story, bros u too much, ten kposaa for u

Carpito lemme welcome u on behave of Comment Readers Association..

Carpito:
This is my first comment on this story, bros u too much, ten kposaa for u

Pls I can't wait for d next episode
more strength to u broo

badohemmy please come and update oh

Chapter 50

The Big Secret

The days that followed were long days. They were as long as from where you are right now to Sokoto because he spent it reading. Reading is one of the most obvious things Badoh hated indulging in. He prefers being in a being classroom listening to a good lecturer who he can take notes from, not to mention the added advantage of being able to ask questions on areas that are not clear on the spot.
He had no choice, his last few weeks have been turbulent, to make matters worse he's obviously not done because now he has to deal with his elder brother. He could recall how the whole thing started and it was with Viv. As Badoh walked to school alone, the thought of Vivian made him smile for a brief moment before recalling some of the things the model shaped girl had said.


"It's okay. Just that I don't want you to have a fall out with anybody when I'm here. Because somehow your brother would get to hear of it," those were the words she had told him back then when the issue with Mezie first creeped out from the pit of hell to torment his young life. He could recall his question to her too in clear head.
"What is the issh with my brother, and you?" He had asked. Now it's become complicated because she had said his brother would know if he had issues. And considering the brewing story of a war one thing is crystal, Viv owed him explanation he thought. She certainly knows his brother better than himself, what an irony. The only problem now was reaching Viv, she seemed to be avoiding him to perfection.
No calls, no texts or even replying. His school was about 15 minutes walk from his Lodge, he seems to have succeeded in shutting out every one in his hostel. He's made Ken's betrayal everybody's offense, not even Efe could bridge his defense. After dialing Viv's number for the umpteenth time, he gave up. Slipped the phone into his pocket and frowned. Ken must have told Bros Sam about Viv and him. And Viv wasn't ready to talk. The best solution would be to remain in school even after exams.
Badoh was glad at his decision to remain in school after exams. It was a good decision to him because his brother did not know his Lodge, so all he had to do was warn Ken seriously against giving out his address to Sam. The other advantage was that his foodstuffs remained robust owing to the fact that for a while now nobody has come to borrow mangi or 2 cup of rice. Everyone mind your business he had cleared all the people that tried to come near or cluster.
When he finally got to the class, all eyes were on him. He had plaster on the top of his left eye and wore a Kitto sandal (black), a black jeans trouser, a black shirt and a red Papa's cap. Those he knew well he shook hands with but avoided going into a conversation with them. He sat at his favourite spot in the class minding his business. He brought out his white handkerchief and soaked the stagnant sweats that had formed around his face. Blessing soon joined him. She had become his permanent sit mate ever since they talked at the public tap.
She noticed he was not with his good mood and ended their conversation were it started - at pleasantries. They were both early as usual. Blessing had her own problems at that moment and wasn't ready to add Badoh's to her innumerous problems.
After having a good day joting and writing depending on the ability of the lecturer, the last class was Mrs Linda's News Gathering test. It wasn't a surprise test since she announced it 2 days earlier. Everyone seemed confident as they took out implicating materials from around their chairs. They seemed quite prepared but Linda - a young, fair, short lecturer in her mid 30s - had other plans.
After entering the hall containing about 200 students, dressed in her usual black suit, she wrote the name of the course on the white board. She then asked everyone to settle down and ensure that they have their writing materials only on their desks. He then wrote the test question which was 20 marks. As she wrote the class started murmuring. As soon as the question became clear, they continued to publicly express their discontent at the question.
Blessing was one of those was disappointed. Everyone one who seemed to have confidence initially looked troubled, especially the ladies who were placed at a disadvantage. The question was "As a reporter who covered the friendly match held at the Asaba Township stadium between 2 teams in NPL, write a detailed analysis of the event." The confusion on their faces made Mrs Linda smile. She had given them assignment during the course of the semester to be at the Departmental Football Competition to understand the formalities of football games, as always the ladies had better things to do than watch a football match. Only the guys who had the intention to play made themselves available at the field, and a handful of others who came to cheer their friends.
Badoh was among the many absentees, but being a football follower and average player, he was not shaken. He scrambled down his name and matriculation number (very important), then followed by the course and level. He commenced writing using Eyimba FC versus Warri Wolves as the teams in question. As he wrote Blessing stared at him. The issue with the question was that you can't copy someone else work unless you don't have a conscience.
Mrs Linda specifically warned against two students having same work or lookalikes. She promised to let hell rain if anyone fell victim of this her trap. She argued that it was better to not write anything and you will stand a chance of passing the exam or you copy and stand a chance to repeat this class. She was a good lecturer and students took her very seriously especially since her husband was a high ranking accountant in the Vice Chancellor's office. Everybody respected themselves and wrote what they could. Those who could not left their sheets blanks hoping for a miracle.
One of those who patiently waited for a pastor Chris in their lives was Blessing. She watched Badoh write and observed him. She didn't bother him, she only tried to write from him by changing the words he used but she couldn't, the two lines she had already written looked more like his words than here and she hissed and cancelled the work. Badoh noticed and opened his sheet properly but she declined telling him she could not copy what she doesn't understand. She pleaded with him to write for her instead, but he turned down the idea. His writing could be easily traced from Timbuktu to Asaba and he wouldn't stupidly implicate himself for a woman.
After ignoring her for about 10 minutes, he took his time to check his work before turning to her and suggested that he dictated to her while she wrote. At a time when she was watching her hope run out she quickly accepted his offer and started writing as he dictated.
Badoh kept her analysis short because of time, but he was able to input details of their possession, names of goal scorers, the stand out players and more. When they were through he asked her to go through her work properly while he left her to go submit. As soon as he handed over his script to Mrs Linda, exited the class taking his schoolbag with him. He had not been out of class for a minute when Blessing caught up with her. "Damn!!! What" Badoh almost asked her. But he allowed his calm the chance to overcome him.
"Thanks, I don't know what I would have done without you," she said as they walked towards the school gate.
"Nothing," he whispered inaudibly.
"What?" She asked him not too sure what she heard.
Badoh coughed a little before answering. "It's nothing, I said it's nothing." He repeated for clarification sake, he did not want to come across as rude. During their last conversation at the public tap near their respective hostels, she had pointed out that he was a snub. He didn't want to act snobbishly so he forcefully cheered himself up.
They spoke freely. Blessing opined that since they stayed in same area then they should walk to school together and back. Badoh only smiled at that. He had other thoughts on his mind, for example speaking to Ken about his brother, and trying to reach Viv again. The big secret must be totally unravelled he thought.
Talking to Blessing seemed to elevate his spirit as he was smiling every now and then, maybe because he was starting to observe and admire her. She was not tall but beautiful and light skinned. She had a formed backside and small dual orange shaped b00bs. To his surprise Blessing refused branching of to her house, she instead followed him to his hostel and up to his room door.
"I didn't plan this," Badoh thought to himself as he opened the room door. "I didn't plan this at all at all," he thought as he pushed the curtain aside.