Elvictor you na highest! Your tori na peng ting!

Elvictor:


you mean Dolce? that woman harsh oh!

Lol.... really?

weldone ooo with your story

Thanks victor for this thrilling episode, but even if it is two try to make it lenghty so that we your fan's can see it and be more contented my suggestion though, but i think it will help alot. Just give it a try.

Guy its very short. We need bigger lines.

DEDICATED TO Lakesh


OGA LANDLORD 21+



Subtitle: Fu*ck Fakers.



Episode 98



Anywhere you go I go follow you go I swear, she too fine. I nodded like zombie and two heavily built men looking scary appeared from nowhere, I just changed my mind right away.

Me: my car! *I turn*

Profit: *grab my arm* Stones, will take care of it, lets go Stones.

Why their two dey bear the same name sef? Or am I hearing something extraordinary? Since this two king-kongs are working for Profit. I go borrow one of them sometimes for Ugochukwu anytime em wan enter em fu-ck-up stage.

Stones helped with opening the back door even me think say em wan pull away the door sef with the way his muscles were threatening to rip off the suite he wore.
We got in and Stones joined the driver at the front seat, a blockade was formed between the driver's seat and ours.

Wetin money nofit do and we watched were we were headed on one small screen television, I nearly shout choi! Which kind work this Profit dey work to get all these money? I stared at her unbelievably but she was pressing her phone seriously.

Then my phone rang thinking say na better human being dey call me, em come be Ugochukuw of all people, I wondered why Veronica hasn't call. Did she need to be red-carded ehnn? I took his call.

Ugochukwu's voice: the date-boy, where you dey?

Me: why you nodey start your call with greetings?

Ugochukwu: oh! My bad, no vex, ouch! good evening Mr. Aisha Victor, how are you doing...

Me: stop am oohh.. before thunder without beat go scatter you.

Ugochukwu's voice: wetin I do huh? I think say you need greetings. *I hiss* where you dey?

Me: am hanging over.

Ugochukwu's voice: excuse me, you mean you are ba-nging over!? *he shout*

This boy na mumu oh, Profit looked interested in who and what I was saying to the caller with the way her ears stood like rabbit own.

Me: I say hanging over. *I didn't want to use the word ba-ng*

Ugochukwu: na still the same thing na, hanging-over or banging-over, why you nodey use your sense.

Me: because I dey use your own already, how them be the same thing?

Ugochukwu's voice: hanging-over is when you both go to the bar or ona two be sister and brother in the Lord, ona get the same blood then you come visit the other it is called hanging-over. But when deadly striker visit goal-post like you, it is ba-nging over.

I ended the call useless human being, I pretended like it was he that ended the call by muttering some incoherent words.
Profit looked over-seriously interested on what she was doing in her phone, I catch you dey listen aunty.

Ugochukwu called back, wonder shall never end. I picked the call thinking to lie that am on my way to the Governor's residence before this young man will 'cause wahala for me.

Me: you don break record?

Ugochukwu's voice: how?

Me: you call me twice in a day.

Ugochukwu's voice: you dey happy or wetin?

Me: I no know.

Ugochukwu's voice: Mr. Okoye don defect back to the party, em don give up for the election.

Me: talk truth.

Ugochukwu's voice: why I go joke with this kind matter?

Me: when I come back we go need to talk.

Ugochukwu's voice: use condom to prevent more baby mama in your life.

Me: call Shantel oh! sleep well, family man.

I ended the call and we drove silently because I didn't want to talk, Okoye returning back to the party will mean that EFCC will pull off their chase on him.
I quickly sent a message to Ugochukwu to gather article writers and anybody wey dey capable of painting Okoye as evil in the party and a virus that should be rejected, to get on with publicity right away.

We got to Profit's house and the driver stopped the car, she removed her seat-belt and came out while I undid my own also and came out.
The house reminded me of Alexandra lighthouse the way the lights shone brightly adoring the beautiful bride.

Profit: welcome to my humble abode.

Me: this isn't humble at all, na proud abode be this.

She laughed over it and we walked in to find the little one watching movie, the moment she heard the door opened she quickly ran past her mother with out-stretch hands and hugged my legs tightly.

Profit's child: daddy!

I no know how to react and I haven't even practice on how to be a father, and nature is just dashing me fatherhood anyhow without pitying a young brother like me.
I carried her up and peck her tiny and pointed nose like me.

Me: how is my princess doing?

Profit's child: fine daddy, welcome mommy and thank you.

Profit: anything for you baby, *she kiss her cheek*

I started suspecting that am now a gift to this little girl or something, sha.. Na them sabi, I carried her to the sofa and sat while Profit disappeared from the sitting-room to take her bath as she claimed.

Profit's child: daddy, help me with assignment.

Me: which assignment?

Profit's child: let me get it!

She giggled happily and came down from my laps and ran away with those her tiny legs, she came back after some minutes with book and pen. Pikin wey suppose dey use pencil and 2A dey abuse innocency of biro.

I sat on the marbled floor she was reluctant to join me but she did, snuggling her little frame on me. I stared at the question and wonder which Private school dey ask all those kind questions.

Profit's child: daddy, how much do you love mommy?

Me: *Bayern Munchen* very much.

Profit's child: how do you love her?

Me: *indomie!* like no other.

Profit's child: why do you fall in love with her?

Me: *her big waist and sweet in the middle fall me in love* she is fine like you *I kiss her forehead*

Profit's child: thank you, daddy. You are cute too *she kiss my forehead* when did you met mommy?

Me: is it your teacher that asked you to ask all these questions?

Just then Profit came out looking sexy and hot at a time on her nightie, I couldn't tear my eyes from her fried-rice and toasted chicken body.

Profit: what are you guys upto?

Me: daddy and daughter, is it your teacher that asked you to get all these questions?

Profit's child: no *my ears stand* I am sleepy daddy and mommy *yawning*

Profit: come here, let me take you to bed.

Profit's child: I want daddy to sleep at my right and mommy at my left, that is what my friends told me their parents do.

Ehnn? this people want to disvirgin me.

TBC..

DEDICATED TO Ayanfe29


OGA LANDLORD 21+



Subtitle: Fu*ck Fakers.




Episode 99



Which kind school dey allow all these small pikin dey discuss about their moms and dads? ehnn... This shouldn't be allowed to go on in such academic environment to prevent unsaid things. Children are very curious and inquisitive, reading pessimistic meanings to things.

See this small girl dey talk say make I sleep for her right and her mother at her left, she go just 'cause wahala.

Profit's child: not so mommy?!

Profit: Johanna...

The little girl tugged on my clothe again, I go flog this small pikin cane oh. When we were small, we dey flee when they mention our papa is around but now the fear of father has left that name, no regard again. I go just knock this girl head.

Johanna: *tears threatening* please daddy.. daddy na.

Me: go sleep, I go come join you later.

Johanna: I love you daddy *kiss me on my nose* I love you mommy *kiss her on her cheek*

Profit: let me take you in.

At least she didn't object or wanted me to do it, I for just carry her and rushed her inside then give am Batista Finishing.
The little girl was full of life that I even took pity on her, I brought out my phone to check if Veronica has called alas no call from her.

I dialed Anderson number, I was yet to call him about tomorrow arrangement for the next rally. I can't run for ever, home am coming. The phone rang and my heartbeats like drum, I felt like hours when it was barely seconds.

Anderson's voice: my own Honourable, this one you call this time. You don dey turn politician small small.

Me: you don arrange for tomorrow rally?

Anderson's voice: you never ask me to, I no wan dey do busy body again.

Me: which one be business body again?

Anderson's voice: I no get manhood again.

Me: what do you say?

Anderson's voice: missing manhood.

Me: no forget to arrange, na my village we dey go. Ehnn.. Make sure say you get the NEPA man number, we go see tomorrow.

I hung up without waiting for his response, which one is missing manhood? This boy will not have sense. I was still thinking of my decision to return home.

Profit: what are you thinking? *she startle me*

Me: heaven.

She got the humour and laughed, then sat on the sofa looking as enticing as the finest of Creator's creature.

Me: who be her father?

Profit: *she examine me for minute* I don't know.

Me: *I be wan laugh* you be the new Mary?

Profit: not really, things just happened.

Me: first happened, second happened, third happened. Just tell me all things that happened.

Profit: are you scared? *who no go fear ehnn?*

Me: no na, of who kwanu? *prevention is better than cure*

Profit: I was young when it happened, I don't even know him and then Johanna happened.

The happened turned the whole story to something else, I almost slept off before she finished the second happen. I don dey yawn to hug my bed, she took me up and I showered.

She handed pyjama that I wore for the night and I disappeared into the visitor's bathroom, I bath finish come out and saw her sitting on the bed.
I entered bathroom back because na towel I been dey wear, I put all the whole armour against fornication and came out after drilling my di-ck. You never can trust that little man that has no eyes.

She took me to the master bedroom and the King Size bed was spacious enough, Johanna was sleeping soundly. Such a cute child, I lay on her right side and her mother on her left. As I dropped for bed I took off to England.

I felt a hand moving on my face and something was been pressed to my face, it felt strange and unusual. I opened my eyes and the blurring images began making sense. Johanna was sitting on me with a pencil on her head, I closed my eyes.

I heard when the door opened and Profit must have stepped in.

Profit: sweetheart, what are you doing with your daddy? *I open my eyes*

Johanna: see now, mommy he is awake. Daddy, wait let me finish your make-up.

Which one is make up again? A smile glued to Profit's face as she stared at us.
I just lay there without knowing what the kid was upto.

She got up and jumped happily on the bed with her neatly ironed uniform, cheering happily.

Johanna: yaaaa! am done!! daddy, you look beautiful with your make up on.

Me: make up? Wetin be make up?

Profit: Johanna, come and have your breakfast so that your daddy and I will take you to School.

Johanna: yes, mommy. Daddy, you owe me big love for making you look more handsome.

Profit seemed to overly smiling that morning or forcing herself not to laugh, because the whole her lips spread on her face made her resemble Adamawa cow. She gave me sign to head to the bathroom, I went inside for bath.

She has prepared everything and even marvelled how my tooth-brush, tooth-paste, and the clothes I wore last night have undergo washing. I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn't recognize the masquerade that I was seeing.

Holy ghost!

I nearly didn't want to leave that bathroom, after breakfast we headed to the car.

Johanna: daddy, are you the one driving?

Me: no, your mommy will.

Profit: *smiling* no problem.

Johanna: are you sure daddy?, mom is an asphalt.

I no know the meaning until she eased the car out of the compound and did one crazy cut around a junction, and then sped off overtaking some cars, keke, trailer...

Me: biko... Slow down!

Johanna: *clapping and cheering* faster mommy, yeaaaa!!

This small pikin no know wetin she mean, faster to where? The fast is already sending death signal. We almost hit a trailer but she did an expert dodge and we were rewarded with curses.

Me: am the only person left in my family, abeg no speed again.

Johanna: daddy, don't be scared.

You want my knock your head? I shouldn't be scared when ona wan kill me? Make I no fear death at this my tender age?
I pulled out my phone and called Ugochukwu, who picked sharp sharp.

Me: guy, abeg help me write my wills.

Ugochukwu's voice: which will?

Me: because somebody wan kill me.

Ugochukwu's voice: no be first time, help me greet my grandmother there.

He hung up and the car came to a halt close to a gate, I was the first to jump down.
Before Profit dropped Johanna on the ground, I was panting and sweating.

Na near life and death experience be that oh, my phone rang and Anderson was the caller. I picked.

Anderson's voice: Honourable talk and do, there is fire on the mountain.

Me: which of the mountain? Na Everest or which one?

Anderson's voice: your yard oh.

Me: who carry my yard go mountain?

Anderson's voice: old soldier don return.

Me: which old soldier again na?

Anderson's voice: the one wey you know.

Me: tell Rufus to allow am make em live with am, ask Rufus to call me.

Profit came out of the gate and asked me to join her, I thanked her for the suicidal ride and headed in search of bus to get to my destination, she came down and stopped me from going further.

Profit: *smiling and grinning, madness* I thought you are a man.

Me: until you turned me into a woman.

TBC...

Ayanfe29:

Lol.... really?

yes na

Zishot:
Elvictor you na highest! Your tori na peng ting!

thank you sir

sheriffk:
weldone ooo with your story

thank you, sir

Silasloaded:
Thanks victor for this thrilling episode, but even if it is two try to make it lenghty so that we your fan's can see it and be more contented my suggestion though, but i think it will help alot. Just give it a try.

I have already gone far, revisiting it will temper the other episodes.

Nice piece, I can't stop asking for more

Lolz, mehn! you're the bomb, you keep killing each episodes back to back. i doff my hat Uncle Bros

The writer of this story is extremely talented.
I love this last two episodes because there is no erotic scene
And it is very funny...
More ink to your pen........

This last episode shock me o...
Victor no do the do this time around... I pray it won't happen o

thanks for always making my day, I always look forward to each and every episode, can't deny the fact that your just the bomb, More Grace bro

Elvictor:
DEDICATED TO Ayanfe29

Awwwnnn.. thanks for the dedication. I'm flattered.

Honourable talk and do don dey get sense small small. Profit cannot profit you Biko.

Thanks for the update.

Awwwwn...... Much love vic more biko

Walahi I gbadun this honorable Elvictor. These episodes make mad brain.

why victor no bang profit on first date na

OGA LANDLORD 21+



Subtitle: Fu*ck Fakers.



Episode 100



She started laughing seriously almost dropping to the ground while hugging her stomach in the process, I wonder what is really funny about what I was saying.

Profit: that is how I drive, Vic *chuckling*

Me: you don't have to be driving with Methuselah Jnr, I no wan die young.

Profit: now I get, isn't a problem. Come into the car you will be the one to drive us.

She gave me the car's keys and we went back into the car, I mounted the steering. She had lots of cars but this car looked different from others, after I thrusted the key I stared at her for a long time.

Profit: is there a gold on my face?

Me: prepare for burial.

Profit: is one of my admirer that bought the car, but I told him to back-off.

Me: which one is back-off again?

I moved the car and we gunned down the street, I crossed over and took a U-turn. She was observing as I drove.

Profit: where are we going?

Me: to see somebody.

Profit: a she?

Me: a he *blind he*

Her face heated up and she buried it in her palms, she surely looked gorgeous while blushing. But wait oh! if I dey date her naso she godey she-ing anytime I want to be see-ing. No wonder am with Balenciaga I mean Veronica, those two old witches wey no wan allow my young blood rest go choose Dolce and Gabana according to their wickedness in high places.

We got to the house the Seer lived in and I looked for a space and parked the car, I pulled out the keys and came down.
She joined me, looking confuse. She was standing across the car closer to the gate, I walked over and stretched my hand and she grabbed it.

I pushed the gate open and we both stepped in, that mumu small pikin nodey there today. So we just went straight to the backyard and saw the old Seer on the same position resting his head on the wall with his walking stick, he rose when he heard our footsteps.

Seer: I know why you are here, your fear will leave you when you go to the place your heart wants you to go. *he turn to Profit and she grab my arm tighter* do you need a Daniel to read the writing on the wall?

Profit: what are you saying old man?

He went into silence and Profit kept asking questions which I know say the man no go even answer am, I just have to take her away. We barely made five steps when the man spoke again behind us.

Seer: don't return, anymore. It will soon rain heavily, I don tell you.

I chuckled, this man no know say em prophesy na my daily bread. I pulled out some money from my pocket and dropped it on a window frame and we both went out, Profit never said a word until we got into the car probably she don turn Monk with meditation.

Profit: who is that old man?

Me: someone who see the things to be soon saw, someone with round big third eye on his fore-head. Someone who has the seeable in every dimension.

Profit: *she raise her eyebrows* is that your own definition of a seer?

Me: you no like am?

Profit: you are not serious, where is your girlfriend?

Me: she travelled out of the Country, that girl too stubborn.

Profit: Oh!

She no gree talk again until we arrived at her house, I got out of the car and she motioned one of her Gorilla to hand-over my car keys while she hurried in with her gracious steps.
That girl dey only wear one brand of clothing, na model sha... Wetin concern Victor, I dialed Ugochukwu's number.

He picked and didn't say a word, I just had to start the conversation in ernest.

Me: where you dey?

Ugochukwu's voice: who carry network go land of dead, wait... No tell me say you don commot Hades for em political position oh.

Me: be serious na.

Ugochukwu's voice: am seriously preparing for your burial, I don order one million naira coffin for your head. Na your burial photo I dey settle now.

Me: SS.

Ugochukwu's voice: na the new dead people message code to the living?

Me: shattered sense na wetin em mean, come meet me for my yard.

Ugochukwu's voice: where you dey now?

Me: I never commot from the babe house.

Ugochukwu's voice: sharp guy, so how many rounds?

Me: just umh.. Make I say twenty rounds.

Ugochukwu' voice: son of his father, is she tight?

Me: no, she is well.

I hung up and got into my own car, drove straight to the yard. I stopped and came down at the front of my yard, then I dialed Anderson's number.

Me: where you dey?

Anderson's voice: I dey road, remain small I don reach yard.

I leaned on my car the sun hasn't rose to angry state yet. Teacher sat on a plastic chair with his long socks that ran from his toes to his kneels, with two children who sat before him.
A long cane lay beside him.

Teacher: when we were still in the business of Schooling in the 80s and 90s, that is when you will see quality education. We taught our students to be an icons in life, unlike today what they go and learn in the school is how to jump windows, how to do expos, how to be sharp like razor blade, especially how to press. Anything they press will damage, phone, laptop, if your daughter is unfortunate and she is pressed oh! Oh!! Her Jericho must fall flat pointing to her toes.

Voice: Donald come eat oh!

Donald: mommy, I dey come. *he stand up*

Teacher: *pick up the cane* and am talking this one is mumu-ing *hit it on his head*

Donald: *cry out* mommy oohh! my head ooohh! teacher don break my head oohh!

He ran around the frontage jumping and shouting, crying very loud that made his older sister who called him to eat and his mother rushed out.

Mama Donald: which kind trouble be this? No kill my pikin for me oh..! shebi the 80s and 90s no tell you to born?

Just then Anderson appeared from nowhere and we got inside the car.

Me: you don call the NEPA manager?

Anderson: yes, em dey office. Honourable, you go try raise the side mirrors up.

I did and we drove to the PHCN station in the LGA that I wanted to supply lights to the Villages that had no light in my constituency.

Me: you no tell Rufus to call me again.

Anderson: I don settle the matter, em don agree to live with Old Solider but em say em go see you too, say em no like the agreement.

Me: you go call am for me when we reach yard.

We arrived at the PHCN office and we looked for were to park, I parked the car and we walked inside the office to see the manager.
The moment we stepped in the person at the counter faced back with his loud voice.

Man at the counter: oboy, them don bring Light? my phone don run down.

Voice from inside the office: light nodey oh! if you like no go hustle where you go charge your phone.


TBC...

OGA LANDLORD 21+


Subtitle: Fu*ck Fakers.


Episode 101



The man at the counter hissed and turned to face us, then we were standing very close to the counter.

Me: we wan see your manager.

Man at counter: *open his eyes wide* wait... wait.. am I dreaming?

Anderson: you wake na.

Man at corner: waaooohh! Honourable, my own Honourable. No vex, make we take Opera pics, I must blow.

He left the counter and came to where we were standing and started taking selfie with us, Anderson was enjoying the show but me I didn't find it funny at all.

Man at the counter: make ona no vex, na only my family people dey follow me for Instagram. One last pic, I must blow.

Anderson: no wahala, I go even sign autograph for you.

The Nepa guy hurried inside the office and rushed out, another man stepped into the office from outside.

Man: I wan pay NEPA bill.

The NEPA guy returned with I-phone he took from a friend inside the office and we posed for more shots.

Man: no be you I dey talk to, Ude?

Man at the counter: chai... Honourable no vex oh, we never sweep office, my sweep am for you now.

Me: no worry, we go manage am.

Anderson: next time sweep am, I nodey like to step on sand.

Man: Ude, wetin be this nonsense na?

Me: no bother, carry us go show your Manager.

Man: Ude, na me you dey ignore.

Man at the counter: this poverty shut-up na, sas you don conflict the voice of riches talking to me with your poverty own. If them send you from my village tell them say you no see me, Honourable make I take ona inside as VIP wey ona be.

Man: Ude, your papa na poverty. Nonsense, I no go pay NEPA bill again.

Anderson: them go carry your wire go office.

We followed him while the man kept ranting on top of his voice, Ude stopped at the Manager's door and asked us to knock. We did and a baritone voice asked us to come in, we went in and saw the Manager covering the last plate of three.

We exchanged pleasantries and Anderson informed him of who I am, maybe Anderson has discussed with him.

NEPA Manager: oga, you be good man. But wetin we go do if the Village no want light?

Me: *me and Anderson exchange glance* I no understand, why person go reject a whole light?

Anderson: I wonder.

NEPA Manager: some Village no wan see wire and pole, if you wan even dash them transformer for free them go say make you first pay tax first. And some Village chiefs no want make their communities get light, so wetin we go do about am?

Me: we go do operation separate Paul from Barnabas.

Anderson: my Honourable talk and do, don talk.

We talked about the finance needed and I asked him to get me updated on every move they will make, he claimed out of the Sixteen Villages is only Seven that doesn't have light.

After the discussion we waka commot from em office and went out, the man and Ude wey dey quarrel before dey gist.
We entered my car and drove out.

Anderson: Honourable talk and do, *scratching his head* you go try raise the side mirrors.

Me: why?

Anderson: ehnn... I owe person money.

Me: you never ready to confess.

Anderson: I play one sure game, em remain only one match. I come borrow money to pay back this morning, carry one new babe for the area go Point and Kill joint.

Me: for another person money?

Anderson: I think say them go win oh, and their odd small die. Very small, em no go better for Benfica oh!

Me: no leave bet9ja hand oh!

Anderson: I nofit leave am oh, if I no get money where I go borrow apart from Bet9ja?

Me: until you sell your remaining boxer.

Anderson: I must blow with am, saving poor men from 90s.

I hissed and raised the side-mirrors up and turned to the dirt road, I saw two girls walking at our front through the widescreen. One was black while the other was fair, luckily isn't rainy season yet if not this my car for hear am from this dirt road.

Anderson: Honourable, raise the side mirrors down. See my babe, chai.. see levels.

He adjusted his shirt and wore my watch I dropped in the car, I lower the side-mirror and slowed the car down, the borrow pose Anderson just dey smile upadan.
I horned at the girls and they stepped aside peering at our car.

Anderson: hello ladies.

The fair girl: Anderson, who dash you car?

Black girl: dash? who go even dash am car?

Anderson: I win am from MTN promo, this is just one of my cars. More is coming.

Fair girl: Anderson, sweetie.

Anderson: Charity, bitter leaf.

Black girl: you nodey forget something, ehnn?

Fair girl: I wonder, carry us drop for yard na. The sun too much.

Anderson: no even waste your time oh, you chop wetin I buy for you finish last night and you no gree follow me go house, now you wan enter car.

Fair girl: I no know say you get car na, I for follow you.

Black girl: yes na, she think say you be one of those broke boys wey dey this street.

Fair girl: no worry, just drop us for our yard. I go come your room later, give you plenty styles.

Anderson: scatter my head, na crocodile style I dey like oh! Hope say you sabi am?

Fair girl: sure na, I even sabi Monkey style.

Black girl: Anderson, who be the fine bobo wey dey drive the car?

Anderson: oh! *he look at me and turn to them* na my driver.

I be wan knock am for head when one hand from nowhere chuk hand inside the car grabbed Anderson collar, the person face surfaced with red-eyes.

Anderson: Bethel, take am easy na. You go kill person oh!

Bethel: *spitting all over* Anderson wey my money?

Anderson: ordinary 4k na you wan kill person, just change oh!

The two girls were just laughing at him, they both left afterwards leaving Anderson and the angry Bethel, with me. I just behave like say em no concern me..

Bethel: you dey call am ordinary? go thief ten naira na, whether them no go burn you alive.

Anderson: *hiss* you don happy? as you don chase away the compass I dey arrange.

Bethel: I even help you, that girl go milk your pocket and su-ck all your blood till you join your ancestors.

Anderson: Honourable, abeg.. help me give this angry man is hungry man 4k, I go pay you back.

I don change oh! if na before who for give am money? am on spending spree. My name must go everywhere, I counted the money.

Me: repeat after me Bethel, Honourable talk and do.

Bethel: Honourable talk and do!

Me: oya take.

I stretched my hand and gave him the money, while he and Anderson transact waka to each other as we drove on. I stopped at my yard and parked my car, I went in and got busy in sweeping my room and mopping the floor, a heavy knock landed on the door.

Me: na who be that?

Voice: oga landlord, is a combatant needing your permission to fall in.

Me: I no lock the door, Old Soldier.

He opened the door and stepped in, with his tattered soldier uniform and cap.

Old soldier: our base is under siege by pan-t and bra- army?

Me: which one be pa-nt and br-a army?

Old soldier: Rufu is the mole.

Me: I no understand.

Old soldier: as I report to you now, Oga Landlord. The faster and harder signal coming from the base, have chase away an old soldier who fought World war 1 and 2, and even fought the Biafra war.

Me: you mean Rufus dey?

Old soldier: exactly!

My phone rang...

TBC...

Johnsown1:
Nice piece, I can't stop asking for more

I appreciate, sir!

Healman:
Lolz, mehn! you're the bomb, you keep killing each episodes back to back.
i doff my hat Uncle Bros

I think say you don leave us.

preshman22:
The writer of this story is extremely talented.
I love this last two episodes because there is no erotic scene
And it is very funny...
More ink to your pen........

church man spotted! *shines teeth* isn't everytime na

superability:
This last episode shock me o... Victor no do the do this time around... I pray it won't happen o

lwkmd

KingAgroOrganic:
thanks for always making my day, I always look forward to each and every episode, can't deny the fact that your just the bomb, More Grace bro

this comment is worth a million, but as alibis goes money ehnn.. *shines teeth*

Ayanfe29:



Awwwnnn.. thanks for the dedication. I'm flattered.

Honourable talk and do don dey get sense small small. Profit cannot profit you Biko.

Thanks for the update.

lol, no be every babe man go labash na.. you deserve it sisterly, for making the thread lively.

yungbanks:
Awwwwn...... Much love vic more biko

sir, yes sir!

unitysheart:
Walahi I gbadun this honorable Elvictor. These episodes make mad brain.

thank you, boss

MAMBALIAN:
why victor no bang profit on first date na

fear women *shines teeth*