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who's chimamander to Chinua...









It shuld had been Chimamander vs Larrysun.

thagift:
lol some people sha

He feels sorry, for that. It's just a mistake...


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Godzlove8:
lol..just corrected that..didn't mean to

lol, mistake can happen, i never blamed you, Sir!

Godzlove8:
WHY ARE U SO STUPID LIKE THIS? MUST U QUOTE EVERYTHING? DON'T U KNOW THAT U'RE CONSUMIN SPACE HERE?

But, you just did the same thing.

SPDAZZY:
It skipped my mind dear

No probs, Ma'm. Also i have updated! Read and drop a comment, thanks!

Am sorry for the short updates, i have a faulty phone, coupled with Non power supply in my area.


Thanks for reading@all.
Drop a comment, share or like, criticize also.
I thought, by now i would had been done with this story, me no sure if this should be called short story again oh.

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I ran, for my dear life with the slaps i've recieved already, i could go partial blind!. But wait... I forgot my slippers, " chei!", footwear my aunty bought for me, just about a week ago.. I can't go back for it, unless if i'm willing to participate with the beating renderd to douglas by his mom. Never! If i don't like my life, i love my fine boy no pimples face. But what do i tell my aunt, when i get home




I couldn't keep on walking bearfooted. No!, am afraid, i don't want any of my chick to see me this way, the walk from douglas's street to mine is about 17minutes time. But, i can also go to ibrahim's place, which isn't far from douglas's street, infact it's one same street. When i get there, i will take one of his numerous slippers, later i can return it. Good suggestion! I changed movements, as i heads to ibrahim's place.



Ibrahim, is a muslim friend of mine, dark, tall and handsome, you hardly notice he's a muslim, untill he tells you. He's a classmate, infact we've been in the same school since JSS2 till now, we are almost through with secondary school. He stays with his parents, Mr and Mrs Alhaji, Alhaja (lol, franky i don't Know their names) .




Minutes later, am already in their big compound. I headed straight to his room, as i walked, i also prayed he's in, my friend always had this problem in staying at a place for too long, he's hardly home, we often call him "waka waka". A nick given to people who walks a lot, and hardly stays in a particular area.



"kpoi kpoi kpoi!!!" i knocked loud.



He opened up, when he opened the door, though he looks unkept, he smiled as he usherd me in.



Me: oboy, this one wae you dae like this. na waiten happen?

Ibrahim: man, me been dae sleep oh, but now i don wake, make we dae commot.

Me: but where we dae go na? Me no want waste time oh.

Ibrahim: no lele, we no go watse anytime, i wan go collect my recordbook, from one guy.


Me: no wam na, do make fast make we dae sail ( normally, we used this words. Only us or people that knows what it meant knows it only).




I waited for him, about some minutes later, he's all dressed up, and ready to sail as usual, we're a going to take his record book. The Recordbook, is a hard cover long note, ibrahim usually writes most of his songs, yes he always had this dream of becoming a singer, unlike me. I just want to go into business, as soon as am done with my secondary schooling, i get bored with school, with the ever faulting prefects and corppers bossing me around, as for higher institution. That is story... i don't see myself going there, ever. I want to make money, as soon as possible!



We stepped out, and he gave me a footwear, not untill he asked of what happend to mine, well i told him my story, which i regretted as he kept on laughing like he's gone insane.



About an hour later, we've arrived at our destination.


Me: oboy, you for tell me say na 'Gambia' we dae put head na, you know say we never settle our beef with this De-bam boys na.

Ibrahim: relaxed, noting dae happen, Odin is with us! Abi you no believe our force again?

Me: no lele, me just wan yarn.




Gambia, is a street and ghetto, one of the known place in Diobu, a place where a boy of seven, already smokes Oris, awaiting Marijuana, i don't like the place, i've always had problems with most boys in gambia, i hardly steps my foot there. And now, am here with ibrahim. I pray for no problem, "Prince Odin, we need your guardians", i prayed, amen!.


We had, already taken the recordbook, from the person ibrahim gave it to. As we sets to go back, when ibrahim brought the idea to smoke before going home, smoking was one of the things you'll find in my 'Don't Do' list, though almost all my friends does it, i still didn't like it, Ibrahim had started smoking when we were in JSS3. Now we have gotten to SS2, the habit has gotten worse.




We went to a secluded joint in the ghetto, as he brought out leafs, wrapps it and lights, yes we had a lighter, he started smoking. I on the other hand, brought out my Asha200 Nokia phone, i enterd a website as i refreshed pages to see the story i was writing on Nairaland, entitled 'Nwa Aba Na City'.(check my profile to read).




I was busy with my phone, and ibrahim with his 'weed'. When suddenly, we heard some mean voices.. We looked up to see six young men, looking rugged and unkept. They came closer to where we sat, as one of the oldest one spoke or shouted rather.



"who goes there!!!"?. He asked us.


I sensed, serious beef (problems).






To be cntd...

tombravo:
you too get hospitality jare.

Na so oh... I don drop small update, light no dae my side oh, and my battery na... Make i no talk, make e no carry vex off at once.


Thanks for reading, Sir.