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gunners160:
Nice story jst that you do nt finish a scene b4 jumping into another one.For example,u did nt tell us how manage u were able to get out of the church with your thorn trouser.U jst went ahead jumping into anoda scene

lol... I skipped it, coz there was no sensible event on that part, if began doing dat in every part, it may bore some reader, but i will be completing some, morever tnx for following... Plz invite others to join our sailin boat as we sail on..!!!
Tnx for readinq ...

"Kenny howfar na, wetin we go eat today?" I asked Kenny, one Friday Evening, after we returned from Manson work.
Yes you heard me right, Mason work, that is what i and my friend Kenny did to support our living, apart from that we occasionally receive money allowance from our various family.
Kenny is Mason while i serves as his Labourer, Though i don't usually understand what he usually work.
He can build a very long couch without plumb.
All he know was just to be laying bricks on top of others, not minding if they where in a straight lines.
There was this day that he layed a brick that nearly cost our lives, there was one Three star Ranked Soldier who live at our street, he invited Kenny to help him renovate his fallen side of fence, we set off to work the following days after agreeing price.
We started working and Kenny was busy boasting all around spewing how good he is when it comes for Brick Laying.
That he can lay 3000 Bricks a day with clean sheet.
The soldier got impressed by the fastness of my friend Kenny in Brick Laying, he odered his servant to prepare a delicious meal for us.
That day we enjoyed a meal Ain't sure i would taste it again for the rest of my living.
After enjoying Coconut Jollof Rice garnished with Canadian Chicken we washed it down with "Baron the Bar" Table wine.
After we completed the job, we were rewarded handsomely, and we went home dancing Sekem on the way throughout without knowing that our lamentation awaits us.
"Bang...! Bang...! Bang...!!!" was the noise we heard on our door next day's early morning.
I stood up to open the door since my dear Kenny is still at his dreamland trip to Dubai.
"Zrrrraaah!" was the thundering slap that i met when i opened the door, I instantly starts dancing featuring in some foreign dancestep without any audio playing.
"Zaaaahm... Zahmmmm...!" Comes another thunderblolt of slapping, and that did the magic, i instantly regain my lost sense.
"Wetin i do na?" i asked a question which i wish i did'nt.
Anyway i was replied by anothe sweet sixteen slap wich makes me became dumb.
"Dragg dat idiot out!" one of them commanded as they dragged out Kenny who was only clad on Boxers to sleep, thankgod i wore singlet to sleep that day.
We later found out the cause of our punishment when we reached The General's house.
The brick my dear Kenny laid the previous day all collapsed that same night, which almost killed a soldier who was passing-by then.
The bricks just collapsed instantly not even that rain poured, so it can be credited to the rain, All thanks to my friend's good handwork.
What happened to us that day is story for another generation.
That was the day i know my friend Kenny can speak diffrent language at a time, and also the day i know i can provide the whole community with a surplus requirement for their quest for water, with the urine which kept on gushing non stoppable from my prick ...
" I no know ooo, make we go check wether Akor prepare something, he no go work today." Akor was a mechanic.
"Gee how far na," we hailed Akor as we entered his room.
"K-square una welcome." Akor responded from the bed i guess he must be lying since daybreak.
"Meeehn... U get anything for house, men dey blush ooo." Kenny speaked.
" Me too dey blush, i never eat since afternoon, and i no even get chaa." Akor announced the bad news.
"Hian, okay na prepare make we go Palace hotel go ball na." Kenny announced.
We waited as Akor prepares, and we head to "PALACE HOTEL" Who knows what awaits us.

Ajibo111:
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cho25bc:
What time?

time and link abegg...

On our way to play ball, we met Ezeah our very good friend, who lives in the same street with us.
"Ezeah howfar na, where are you heading to?" i asked him.
"No where particulary, i just dey stroll." He responded.
"Eeehn, make all of us follow go play ball na, na there me and Kenny dey go." I offered.
"Okay, no probs make we dey go, e don tey small we i even play ball." I, Kenny and Ezeah sets off to State Central school pitch Uruagu.
" Make una choose us oo... We wan follow una play" Kenny shouted as we reached the football pitch.
" Una sure say, una sabi play ball?" One of them, i supposed to be their captain, since he is the one holding ball quired.
"Yes naa, na me be Kutty Ronaldo, google my name, na me and Lionel messi dey train together." I spewed trash.
We where later selected to play after some minutes of surveying us.
"Heee! You on black jersey go down and join the down team, na you go assist that dark guy on yellow shorts to play striker." The supposed captain commanded refering to me.
And you on Green should join the other team, na striker you go play too.
The captain directed Kenny too, then others.
The ball kickstarts, the defenders before me, makes it so hard for me to score goal as a one man striker.
Like play like play...
"Goal ooo." our opponent have scored us.
This got me fumed up, we passed the, and i inteded to run with the ball, i did my flip flap style i learnt from Ronaldinho, and i unfortunately missed a step and landed with a thud on the ground, my fellow teamate just ignored me and did as if nothing happened, this got me more annoyed, i decided to play by myself alone if i regain my self, since no one cares about my welfare.
I regained my self, and attacked with a force at the midfield area, the person with the ball passed it to Kenny, and i rushed him with the aim of fouling and collecting the ball from him.
"Piaaam." guess what...? Am lying flat on the ground, my dear friend Kenny have given me a gud cut and i failed like a load of shits without control, and guess what? Kenny have tallied a goal from that area making it 2 - 0, this got me infuriated.
I rested for some minutes, and i started feeling some extra strenght on me, i started seeing the huge defenders before me as a ants.
I began seeing our old local pitch as Starmford Bridge, i guess my good friend Sir.Weed (Igboh) is at work.
Soon the ball gets to me and i moved with a great speed towards the defenders, after cutting one of the, i created a chance and fired a beautiful shot fro the area and...
"Gooooalll!" i have made it 2 - 1.
The game continued, and Kenny scored another goal with a nodding.
Shitup! I have to equalize this goals i thoughted.
I got hold of the ball and sped off like usain bolt, the weed i took is actually highing my morale.
I beated the central backers who advanced to attack me with a run, was running on a high speed not even minding where am running to, when i raised up my head, ooow it has become too late.
" Gbaaaaam!!!" I hitted my self at the cross bar.
I saw every body tooks off, thats all i can remember.
I instantly goes nut, i started seeing the pitch that am in, as a Miami Beach, i saw one beautiful girl caressing me on my whole body, suddenly, she started beating my head when she she reached that part.
I initially thoughted that it's part of massaging, but she increased her hand beats and this is actually breaking my head, soon.
"Aaaah!." i shouted as i wake up seeing Akor, Tony,Ezeah, Kenny and his girl Nkasi all around me, Nkasi is massaging me with a hot water "eeeeerm... What is wrong? I asked no one particulary.
They all just laugh at me " kutty Ronaldo." Kenny said and they bursted out laughing hared again.
Then my dull brain recalled what happened that brought me into the present condition that i am, i recall what happened the yesterday, My torned Trouser, Weed palaver, Rita's disgrace and the crossbar hitting.
What a bad Sunday! Now we are in new week, i pray it will be better than yesterweek.
I dozed off slowly as i looked at the beautiful sun rising....

"K- Square, i won travell ooo." Akor announced at the middle of our discussion.
"Travel kwa, just today that you returned? Anyway where you wan travell go this time around, and when would that be?" i quired.
" Donjazzy dey call me say make i come Dubai, say we get show there." Akor responded with seriousness in his face.
"Hian... Show kwa? Abeg na which time you become musician talk more of joining Mavin crew." I asked baffled.
" You no go know na, dey there na." he responded as he began taking off his clothes.
Kenny have been laughing out hard at the drama performed by our dear Akor, Soon, before i could say "Brock lesnar" Akor was through with the removing of his dress and was only clad on boxers and bare footed heading straight to the exit door.
"Bros, im go be ooo, i don prepare finish, will be back in next week" He announced heading to the door.
"Akor you don dey craze ooo, na boxers and bare foot you wan take go out?" Kenny shouted.
"Yes naa, u no know say na Mavin latest dress code be this? Abeg make una dey waist my time make i dey go, one of our driver is waiting outside for me." He responded and continue heading to the exit.
That's when we know that our Friend "Charles Oshiomole Akor" is gradually going nut.
We rushed him and brought him down, then tied him with a rope, as he countinue throwing us curses and threats.
"Kutty and Kenny una don die, shey na me una tie down ni?"
"No na me you tied down" i almost say.
"Na thunder go blast all una family, if i ever lost this Dubai show." lol... Show ke? Maybe spritual show or so i thought.
He continue struggling and cursing, after some minutes, he fell asleep.
" E get as my body dey do me ooo, Kenny wetin you use cook this food sef?" I quired.
" Na weed ooo, as i look for vegetable wey i go put for the food , i no see any, so i decided to buy weed (Igboh) garnish am, make e sweet wella." Kenny narrated.
"Kenny, you wicked ooo, why you no tell me, make we restrict Akor from consuming the food na?" I asked half annoyed.
"I be dey wan tell u, but i no get opportunity to tell you, as u entered with Akor." Kenny said, with apology written all over his face.
Talking about Kenny, he was a living "FELA ANIKULAKPOKUTI" when it comes for weed smoking.
He was the one who introduced me to weed smoking, he started smoking since the days of our secondary school days.
But, what baffles me, is where he must have gotten that particular one he used in cooking the Rice, since NDLEA arrested the person who sells it around.
I took my eyes back to the lying Akor, and recall the event that took place the first day i smoked weed.
It was a verry hot afternoon, i just returned from school, since my mother was still preparing lunch, i decided to pay Kenny who was absent from school that day a visit.
"Kenny howfar na... Why you no come school today ni? I asked when i reached Kenny's Abode to meet him home alone.
"Nna eeeh, nothing, i just feel like not coming." He responded smiling.
"Okay na, you will tell that to "Master Okoro's cane tommorrow." i tried to frighten him.
Mr.Okoro was our form Teacher back then at Umunkolo memorial college, back then on our secondary school days at Enugu our home town.
He was the synonyms of Wickedness, Harshness and sterness, he was the worst nightmare of every student.
"Abegi, fashi Mr.Okoro's matter, E get wetin i go do now, wey go make im cane no enter my body well."
"Na lie, nothing fit stop Mr.Okoro's ugly cane from penertrating in you." i challenged.
"Come with me" He said, as i followed him to their backyard, he brought out black santaner, with a dry leaves as the items inside it.
He then wrapped a long stick withe help of paper and the leaves.
He then dragged in for about 2- 5 puffs and offer me, i was eager to know how it works, so i collected the stick and dragged in, it really taste great so i continue puffing it.
Before i you could say "The Walcott" i was on my 2nd wrap as Kenny continue offering me more wrapped sticks.
"Mehn this thing sweet ooo, wetin them they call am abeg." i quired from Kenny.
"Na Igboh be im na, u fit call am Kush or even Drug, depending on which inspiration it gives you." Kenny answered.
After smoking more three wraps making it five sticks, i began to behave strangely.
"Shey u know say this una house dey for road ba? Oya come help me put the thing for my head make i carry am go beside that Mango tree." I said to Kenny pointing to a palm tree as a Mango tree.
That was when my friend Kenny know that thing no they normal again, what happen to me that day, was a story for another day.
"Kutty make we go play ball na." kenny broughted me back to from my dream land.
"Make we leave Akor commot?" I asked.
"Yes na, e go don wake up before we return" He assured.
"Okay na, make we go, E don tey wey ball dey hungry me sef." I said as we left leaving our sleeping friend Akor behind with door locked outside.

"K- Square, i won travell ooo." Akor announced at the middle of our discussion.
"Travel kwa, just today that you returned? Anyway where you wan travell go this time around, and when would that be?" i quired.
" Donjazzy dey call me say make i come Dubai, say we get show there." Akor responded with seriousness in his face.
"Hian... Show kwa? Abeg na which time you become musician talk more of joining Mavin crew." I asked baffled.
" You no go know na, dey there na." he responded as he began taking off his clothes.
Kenny have been laughing out hard at the drama performed by our dear Akor, Soon, before i could say "Brock lesnar" Akor was through with the removing of his dress and was only clad on boxers and bare footed heading straight to the exit door.
"Bros, im go be ooo, i don prepare finish, will be back in next week" He announced heading to the door.
"Akor you don dey craze ooo, na boxers and bare foot you wan take go out?" Kenny shouted.
"Yes naa, u no know say na Mavin latest dress code be this? Abeg make una dey waist my time make i dey go, one of our driver is waiting outside for me." He responded and continue heading to the exit.
That's when we know that our Friend "Charles Oshiomole Akor" is gradually going nut.
We rushed him and brought him down, then tied him with a rope, as he countinue throwing us curses and threats.
"Kutty and Kenny una don die, shey na me una tie down ni?"
"No na me you tied down" i almost say.
"Na thunder go blast all una family, if i ever lost this Dubai show." lol... Show ke? Maybe spritual show or so i thought.
He continue struggling and cursing, after some minutes, he fell asleep.
" E get as my body dey do me ooo, Kenny wetin you use cook this food sef?" I quired.
" Na weed ooo, as i look for vegetable wey i go put for the food , i no see any, so i decided to buy weed (Igboh) garnish am, make e sweet wella." Kenny narrated.
"Kenny, you wicked ooo, why you no tell me, make we restrict Akor from consuming the food na?" I asked half annoyed.
"I be dey wan tell u, but i no get opportunity to tell you, as u entered with Akor." Kenny said, with apology written all over his face.
Talking about Kenny, he was a living "FELA ANIKULAKPOKUTI" when it comes for weed smoking.
He was the one who introduced me to weed smoking, he started smoking since the days of our secondary school days.
But, what baffles me, is where he must have gotten that particular one he used in cooking the Rice, since NDLEA arrested the person who sells it around.
I took my eyes back to the lying Akor, and recall the event that took place the first day i smoked weed.
It was a verry hot afternoon, i just returned from school, since my mother was still preparing lunch, i decided to pay Kenny who was absent from school that day a visit.
"Kenny howfar na... Why you no come school today ni? I asked when i reached Kenny's Abode to meet him home alone.
"Nna eeeh, nothing, i just feel like not coming." He responded smiling.
"Okay na, you will tell that to "Master Okoro's cane tommorrow." i tried to frighten him.
Mr.Okoro was our form Teacher back then at Umunkolo memorial college, back then on our secondary school days at Enugu our home town.
He was the synonyms of Wickedness, Harshness and sterness, he was the worst nightmare of every student.
"Abegi, fashi Mr.Okoro's matter, E get wetin i go do now, wey go make im cane no enter my body well."
"Na lie, nothing fit stop Mr.Okoro's ugly cane from penertrating in you." i challenged.
"Come with me" He said, as i followed him to their backyard, he brought out black santaner, with a dry leaves as the items inside it.
He then wrapped a long stick withe help of paper and the leaves.
He then dragged in for about 2- 5 puffs and offer me, i was eager to know how it works, so i collected the stick and dragged in, it really taste great so i continue puffing it.
Before i you could say "The Walcott" i was on my 2nd wrap as Kenny continue offering me more wrapped sticks.
"Mehn this thing sweet ooo, wetin them they call am abeg." i quired from Kenny.
"Na Igboh be im na, u fit call am Kush or even Drug, depending on which inspiration it gives you." Kenny answered.
After smoking more three wraps making it five sticks, i began to behave strangely.
"Shey u know say this una house dey for road ba? Oya come help me put the thing for my head make i carry am go beside that Mango tree." I said to Kenny pointing to a palm tree as a Mango tree.
That was when my friend Kenny know that thing no they normal again, what happen to me that day, was a story for another day.
"Kutty make we go play ball na." kenny broughted me back to from my dream land.
"Make we leave Akor commot?" I asked.
"Yes na, e go don wake up before we return" He assured.
"Okay na, make we go, E don tey wey ball dey hungry me sef." I said as we left leaving our sleeping friend Akor behind with door locked outside.

thronekid:
First things first. Stop typing in abbreviated words. It doesn't pay.

Also notice, 'am' is not the same thing with 'I'm'

Whenever you'll need me, I'll want to be there.
Anew, whenever you want me to stop, say it. I'll understand.

no never stop... Control me when i goes wrong... U be the boss, i be the bosset...!!

"Kutty u don come back?" Kenny asked me as i returned from church.
"Yes ooo, shey you don cook finish ni? I dey starve oo" I respond.
"E remain small, Akor don return ooo, go make you greet am the food go done before you returned" Kenny informed.
"Akor don ? Correct! I dey come make i go hail am" I said as i left for Akor's apartment which is located at the eastern side of Old soldier's lodge.
Akor is a fair, tall and hansome dude from Edo, he went home recently to attend to his sick grandmum.
"Akorlistic Akor...! The man of the year" I hailed Akor as i approached his apartment.
"Nwannnee...! Lekwanu Kutty oooh" He shouted as he sighted me.
Are you suprise that an Edo can speak Ibo? We have lived with Akor for almost 1 year now in the same compound as a friend and a brother, so now tell me why would'nt he master Ibo?
" Nwanne o wu kwa munwa ooo, How villa na?"
i asked.
"Bros villa dey okay ooo." he responded.
"I already know na, see as come get yourself wella wella, anyway how your grandmum na? She don well?" i asked.
"Yes ooo, the old woman is better now after abducting thousand of naira from me." Akor lamented.
"Akor, you mumu ooo, Money and person which one importance pass...?" i asked him.
"Abeg forget, the old woman just they suffer me willingly, she even know say she no go reach 2 more years to die, yet she still dey sick all this yeye sickness, wasting enough money that would have contribute a lot in her burial." Akor Speaked sadly.
"Akor you dey mad ooo... Just pray say God no hear this." I gave out useless cautioning.
"Abegg forget that, eeeehen... Wetin una cook? Me dey starve ooo, and i no fit settle down cook something now." Akor speaked out.
"No worry Kenny cook rice, make we go chop, the Rice plenty small, e go full us all" I assured.
We lefted to the great Kenny & Kutty apartment, we met our old soldier Landlord on the way.
"Oga landlord, Good afternoon ooo" We echoed.
"Akor you don return? How una family?" He replied snubbing our greetings.
"See this man ooo, wetin he dey form sef?" I dare not say this out, if i want to escape renowned delicious slap.
"The food don done?" I asked Kenny as we entered our room.
"Yes Edon don, i keep am make the thing cool small." He replied.
"Keep wetin ? Abeg bring am make we dey eat like that joor... I dey starve." Akor speaked out.
Kenny broughted out the Jollof Rice garnished with Vegetable and other ingredients.
"Where did Kenny get this vegetable from? Make e no be old' soldier them own, coz i no wan chop slap" i thought.
"Make una dey leave this vegetable for me, i dey like am well well." Akor said, or rather commanded.
Akor was indeed starving, just come and see the way he is rushing the food.
" Akor easy ooo" i cautioned occassionally wich he only responded with a nod.
" I do belle full ooo" I annouced after some minutes of eating.
" Me too don belle full sef, Akor u still dey eat" Kenny asked.
"Yes ooo, dish me small qauntity abeg put am plenty vegetable" Akor replied mouthfully.
After the eating, we all broke off into conversation, soon something happened.
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Who can guess...?

Typing...

Wow...! Thats so kind of sire...!
U are the boss and i clearly understand that u are jux tryana help an upcominq writer not a kinda villification.
Honestly am so happy for ur corrections and i pledge to work on it... Plz always try to correct me whe i go wrong, i learn from N.L great writers like u...
Long live the king.
The throne is urx...!!!

thronekid:
Hi, sir.
Your style of writing clearly depict you are still a greenhorn in it but still, you got me glued.
But as I read, my sub-conscious person dilineated some errors that could be emended.
Firstly, you have to improve on your sentence construction. They aren't good enough. You've developed a way of commingling past tense with present ones. I feel you should stick to one. It aids well.
Secondly, you have to avoid abbreviations. Believe me, they are a great turn off. And unfortunately, We often look over the damages they could cause. They have devastating effects on stories. Okay?
Thirdly, you should assuage your descriptive words. There is every proclivity that a well described piece would thrill its readers far more than it's opposite. Also, I think it's the apposite thing in a story.
Fourthly, you should make things look real, atleast. We know its a mere fictitious work but without this element, believe me, your piece would only be analogous to a faux pas.
Fifthly, your story's been centered quite much on your friend only. It's been excluding you and that must have been precluding readers from knowing much about you. I, for example, can't define you. Yeah.
Your diction should be worked on, too. Spelling's been poor.
You might want to be able to ensnare your readers in a dazy world, too. Have a moment of euphoria.

I never meant to ridicule you.