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I did it just once my father caught me and said I want to become an armed robber that's way I am learning how to make guns.

The beating he gave me .......... He pass the one wey dem dey give person wey go steal for market

Did it well well .. We use to scavenge bikes mechanic shops searching for used plugs to construct knockout. Matches no dey last 24hrs for House

mytime24:
Wit dat ur moniker, no need to reply u

You need to get bleeped

Yes I did and I am happy.
Thanks for the memory OP

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oh my poor mom, she owns a provision shop then and human rats keeps eating her matches from November down to January


I was like a godfather to all the neighborhood kids cuz I supplied matches.
They looked up to me like some god, a Mafia head... They do my chores and pay dues and homepage. The guy with the highest matches controls the neighborhood, my backyard was the meeting grounds, filled up with all types of locally made "Knöckers" and I was the suppliers of "gunpowder", I even had a an illegal local company that produces the "Knockerout-pistol"

I controlled my entire neighborhood and have links with other heads/godfathers from distance and nearby villages.
No kids dare "Shoot" this knöcker in my compound, either in my presents or absence. I have soldiers watching 24/7 and there are consequences for whoever dare me.

I miss those days kids looked up to me like I was some god.

Oya El Chapo, the Racket lord.

The genesis of boko boiz

���� hi

Offpoint:
oh my poor mom, she owns a provision shop then and human rats keeps eating her matches from November down to January


I was like a godfather to all the neighborhood kids cuz I supplied matches.
They looked up to me like some god, a Mafia head... They do my chores and pay dues and homepage. The guy with the highest matches controls the neighborhood, my backyard was the meeting grounds, filled up with all types of locally made "Knöckers" and I was the suppliers of "gunpowder", I even had a an illegal local company that produces the "Knockerout-pistol"

I controlled my entire neighborhood and have links with other heads/godfathers from distance and nearby villages.
No kids dare "Shoot" this knöcker in my compound, either in my presents or absence. I have soldiers watching 24/7 and there are consequences for whoever dare me.

I miss those days kids looked up to me like I was some god.

I swear I don laugh tire so tey tears dey commot from my eyes,chai chai good old days hope you're married by now.

Hi

The worst part is that you will be the one to bear the outcome when ur ear cannot hear

Mekenz:
I swear I don laugh tire so tey tears dey commot from my eyes,chai chai good old days hope you're married by now.

good old days sir....

Not married, lives too short with marital wahalas

[quote author=dominique post=81274060]What is this?[/quo

Now I know how old you are. U mean u don't know it or just pullout ear?

[quote author=MichaelBukamzy post=81274108]This was my greatest weapon of constituting public nuisance and causing fear and havoc. My mother switched from matches to lighter because of me.chai! How time flies.[/quo .

We used to call it racket back in the day.

We would peel out the match head(phosphorus IV oxide) I think, into the racket opening and then strike the nail tail against a wall making a loud kaboom!

Nobody should ask me where I was raised.

For Indomine generation,

o boy I Don old oh

When boys were men.. I love that
You've got to be a boy with the heart of a man to bang that thing... Local banger, Raketi.. Na so we dey pronounce ham for my hood that time.. We na pako boys

Yinabim:
OP! When men were boys

Hi

Chai... All my little pocket money went into buying matches those days. Mama started hidding matches cos it bearly lasted.

Awwwwww my world....good ol days

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good old days sir....

Not married, lives too short with marital wahalas

OK but marriage is in the budget right? because I can relate in that your story, I witness everything and even more, life in the ghetto those days is full of fun.

Mekenz:
OK but marriage is in the budget right? because I can relate in that your story, I witness everything and even more, life in the ghetto those days is full of fun.

Yeah, but at the last chapter of my book I'm placing marriage.

Hi

How time flies aaah ,those days we wanted to be adults now adult hood is here we want to japa.

Offpoint:
oh my poor mom, she owns a provision shop then and human rats keeps eating her matches from November down to January


I was like a godfather to all the neighborhood kids cuz I supplied matches.
They looked up to me like some god, a Mafia head... They do my chores and pay dues and homepage. The guy with the highest matches controls the neighborhood, my backyard was the meeting grounds, filled up with all types of locally made "Knöckers" and I was the suppliers of "gunpowder", I even had a an illegal local company that produces the "Knockerout-pistol"

I controlled my entire neighborhood and have links with other heads/godfathers from distance and nearby villages.
No kids dare "Shoot" this knöcker in my compound, either in my presents or absence. I have soldiers watching 24/7 and there are consequences for whoever dare me.

I miss those days kids looked up to me like I was some god.

Offpoint:
oh my poor mom, she owns a provision shop then and human rats keeps eating her matches from November down to January


I was like a godfather to all the neighborhood kids cuz I supplied matches.
They looked up to me like some god, a Mafia head... They do my chores and pay dues and homepage. The guy with the highest matches controls the neighborhood, my backyard was the meeting grounds, filled up with all types of locally made "Knöckers" and I was the suppliers of "gunpowder", I even had a an illegal local company that produces the "Knockerout-pistol"

I controlled my entire neighborhood and have links with other heads/godfathers from distance and nearby villages.
No kids dare "Shoot" this knöcker in my compound, either in my presents or absence. I have soldiers watching 24/7 and there are consequences for whoever dare me.

I miss those days kids looked up to me like I was some god.

oya gbefun... el chapo

Oh my poor grandma......olden days