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Oliver like me: hope d story did not end there....O hope d story did not end there....O

lai lai, tory remain

Larry-Sun:
Of course, you may...if you mean it. We are all trying to teach each other how to be better scribblers. But F-ing up? I won't allow that.

so, i'll watch... *AUDIENCE TINZ*

Wetin una dey talk abeg?... Just came back from mars

I would luv to co-write with y'all *my ogas at the top* but I'm afraid i might f**k up... Thumb up 2 y'all anyway

princesa: what happens to 'standing up for my community' since you are always here

coming up now babe

Wonderful but confusing though

Cold faya: ShuOooo. Na to pick am drop back inside offering basket nah; den smile n wink o. No tym.

million likes, *OGA AT THE TOP{GOD}* go understand jorh

...."Bros, abeg leave him, make him pay me my money before you start to dey beat him", that was what I was hearing amidst the heavy punches from the cycler, my eyelid had swollen so much that I thought it would soon burst. From the little space left among the heavy eyelid to see, I saw my attacker, he was heavily built, he didn't say anything, he just kept kicking and punching. I must have fainted, cos the next thing I knew was that, I was been attended to by an old woman, who pitied me and came to beg on my behalf, she was the one that bought plaster for me, mopped my swollen eyes with cloth dipped in hot water. After regaining my strenght, I thanked the woman for her assistance and left, I felt light-bodied, what is it o? I thought.
...."Chai! Stup1d people", I cursed out loud, when I dipped my hand in my pocket, only to know that my #1000 thousand naira note from Mr Samson was gone, who could have taken it, if not that egg-hawker, because after regaining consciousness, I didn't see her again. They were kind to have left me my wallet... I limped home as a result of the kick from that huge cycler. That occurrence, made me determine to learn Taekwando/Karate, atleast to protect myself... ~Not knowing I was lying to myself~
.....My thought raced back to my present state, no food tonight, "Kai, today na bad day for me o" I said quietly to myself. If no physical food, atleast I have another food that will satisfy my hunger.
....I watched my dad's sleeping form, the man did not re-marry{made me think, he still had something inside for mum, chai these agbalagba people self}, walking towards the socket, I passed over my younger brother, while he was sleepily trying to kill mosquito, he slapped me hard on my leg, my already limping leg. I gave his sleeping form a hard kick to his shoulder, he didn't even bulge, my brother was a heavy sleeper. I paused to look at the 'battery full' sign displaying on my phone, carefully, I removed the charger's 'pin mouth' from my phone and the charger from the socket. I pressed the keypad, scrolling through <MENU>>APPLICATION>>MEMORY CARD>>OPERA MINI 7.2>>, I entered the website, Facebook.com, checked my messages, wall post, notifications e.t.c, moved on to twitter, to mxit, to eskimi{these social sites dem plenty o}, then to the one I couldn't miss, not even for $1million America dollar{na wash}.. {You guessed right}, yes Nairaland.com, went in to check my threads, any comments there? Yes, from the likes of Mistaswag, Frank, Foxy Rebirth, Chicent, emperor, Francheezy, Valboy, Inosenduatall, all my oga at the top e.t.c{no vex if I 4get to mention you.. Una too much, muah}. Then went to Rap battle thread{I hail Mynd_44 o}, obviously, to drop a few ddope Ish, then later went back to my 'Love in my favour' to type ~GOOD NIGHT TO Y'ALL, 2MAO ON MY MIND~

valboy20: ya dad knwx ya a badt boi...ya can see he aint show any concern 'bouh ya black eye

na so, badt boy tinz na

mistaswag: lolinq.. No tym na!.. Even if i qet tym, i qo use ham drop keystyle for FFR ni!
..jz do yah tin bro.. I dey feel u like d druq air i breath in!

me i trust u o, u go use rap say story..... Kudos bro

.....I limped towards my papa's house, I saw him from where I was, bare chested, hairy chest, I look a lot like him except that I had a more built muscle and biceps than him{gyming pays}, My dad was talking politics with male neighbours,"Lai lai na lie, A.P.C no go ever allow anybody use that acronym except them'', I heard him say. "Good afternoon sirs" I greeted them together,
"Welcome", they all chorused and continued their chat, they were too engrossed on their topic that they were not aware of my limping movement.. I walked in, trying hard to move without limping to the prying eyes of the female Amebos neighbour, but I was not succeeding, the plaster on my eyes and dimple not helping,
"What happened, A.Y?" an Ibo neighbour asked, if Amebo get position, this woman should have been graded A1, my thought, "Na one cow o, for one party, the cow eloped and hit anything by his way, I was on okada, the cow hit the Okada and dragged me for long distance before eventually dropping me in a canal" I told a B.I.G lie, kai, the lie just came o{Maestro chai, u cray},
"Eh! Yah! Sorry o, wetin you don use?", another woman asked, coming from her husband's room, God punish Amebo, I thought loudly,
"Igboh and lighter" I replied angrily and walked away ignoring their other question, I heard one of them say,"So this fine boy dey smoke Igbo? Wonders shall never end". I walked towards the door of my dad's room and parlour apartment wondering about the woman's statement 'FINE BOY'. On entering the room, I smelt eba and egusi, I saw two covered plate on the table, I sat on the three sitter couch and rested for some time before eventually getting to work. I removed my suit or coat{wareva jorh}, remaining my singlet and my trouser.
"Bless this food oh lord" I quietly prayed, washed my hand and was ready to pounce on the eba, the neatly done eba, when someone suddenly opened the door with rage and ran towards me, before I could say 'Foxy continue ya tory', two slaps landed on my plastered face. Too much beating for one day, God should punish me if I no open diary for today alone for Nairaland diary section, I thought, I looked up, my eyes was in daze, cos initially, I saw Arnorld Schwazenegar{na wao, help me spell am well jawe} then the image gradually changed to my dad's face, "Dad?"
"Stup1d boy, you left since morning only to come back now and want to pounce on my own food. Na where you go, you go chop" he said angrily, "by the way, what happened to your face?", I told him the same lie, even though he didn't fell for it, "that's good for you" he said..
.......I recalled the day's event, meeting Christie, the Peter, then Mr and Mrs Samson, I thought about the thing that led to my bruised and plastered face..
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....After getting down from the car, an oncoming bicycle ran towards me, I jumped to avoid been hitted by the bicycle, only to collide with a woman hawking eggs, the cycler rammed his bicycle to the opened car door, Mr Samson said his sorry, closed his door and ordered Pete to move, the left, leaving me to face the situation. While egg hawker was locking my cloth shouting, "You go pay me today! You go pay me today! Walahi I no go gree, even if my papa come from heaven, I no go gree{ghost come down? Na she go first pick race}" she said,
"Madam sorry, abeg, I no know nah" I had said, when I felt punches raining on my cheek..

mistaswag: #tryinq not to quote all#


owkay!

mistaswaq, na when u com turn yaself 2 story addict.. U beta start writin urs too o, no harm in trying