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MARY MY STUDENT … (18+) … Part 1
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I was relaxing in my office, reveling in the euphoria I always have after a lesson. One could rightly say that teaching was my drug and I always have my fix each day and moment I am in the classroom.
Before I begin my story let me introduce myself.
My name Callum Wilson, I am an English Language teacher in a secondary school. One could say my name is odd in a school where 75% of the students and staff bore native names, but it was nothing out of the ordinary. I am 5ft 6 inches tall, I am dark-skinned, and I always like sporting a low cut hairstyle. There is nothing really outstanding or extraordinary about me. Well I could say the secondary school wasn’t the biggest or the most prestigious in the country, but it wasn’t a backyard secondary school though.
As it is I am not a person blinded by vanity. I take things the way they are. I had a small but nice office in the school block and this was per my request. Though it was a bit isolated from the staff room it didn’t matter as the quiet is always needed after a class lesson.

I am 25 years old, and I am single, I think I love it that way, I couldn’t remember the last time I had sex, but I’m sure I had none from my 24th birthday. I broke up with my girlfriend two years ago, she was the type that couldn’t do without cheating, I decided it was better we cut ties before it’s too late to repair the damage. She didn’t take this kindly as she threatened me in all sort of ways in order to make me take her back. But I wasn’t shaken. I didn’t want a situation which she would get me to share in various infections she might acquire in her dreadful deeds. Little did I know that she had gotten pregnant to an anonymous person and trying to get me to take responsibility for it, but good thing I broke up with her at the right time before she could set me up in any kind of trap.
I could now say for myself that I’m single and safe. No not searching. I have made my books my new girlfriend and the classroom my hotel, and I always enjoy teaching. Though I was mainly an English teacher, I do volunteer sometimes on subjects that the teachers are not available, subjects like biology and agricultural science.
Like the agricultural science teacher he was involved in some scandal which I am pretty sure he was innocent, he was accused of rape and several evidence pointed to it as the truth, but I felt the whole thing was a set up. This got him to lose his job and also stand him a chance of getting a teaching job from any good school around. In that case I had to take up teaching agricultural science until a new tutor was appointed. As for the Biology, the teacher in charge of it forced a move away from the school after trying unsuccessfully to get me in a sexual relationship with her. I think she can’t stand seeing me every blessed day and so forced a move away. I liked her though but the way she treated students in her class did everything but endear her to me. She was the type that if she is angry she’ll take out her frustration on the class this making students afraid of her class and those not offering the subject feel in paradise. I didn’t still understand why the students jubilated when they learnt that I would be taking over the Biology class until a new subject teacher is found.

I was still relaxing in my being that was the last lesson for the day, when the door burst open and someone walked in. I’m never surprised when someone comes into my office without knocking because I knew it was only one person who does that, so I was always expecting it. But it wasn’t the person I thought. It was another person entirely. It was Mary, one of the students in my class. She was a beautiful girl though, fair in complexion. she had big boobs and ass, she had balanced calves and had a sweet heart shaped face, her hair was done up in cornrows per school regulations. She wasn’t the brightest student nor was she ever smart in class, the only good thing she could boast of herself was her beauty.
She always scored lowest in my English class.
She shut the door and struts into my office without a greeting and my anger was beginning to rise but I managed to keep my cool.
She got to my table and stopped, then she hiked up her skirt and placed on her legs on the chairs I reserve for visitors in my office, this clearly exposed her clean white panties to my view.
” What’s the meaning of this and why did you burst into my office so rudely?” I asked with some venom in my voice. She flashed a beautiful smile and I knew she was up to some mischief.
” Calm down, there’s no need to shout, because when I finish delivering what I have to say you would have no anger left in you.” She answered back in a defiant tone.
” I’m not interested in whatever you have to say, now take your foot off that chair.” I ordered but she made no effort to obey.
” That’s not what you should say. You should ask me what I want.”
” Okay fine, what do you want?”
” Good. I want you to lick my p—y and f–k me and for you to be my toy boy, anytime I want sex I call you regardless of whatever you are doing, I also want straight A’s in my English and agricultural science. And in this relationship I am going to be the domme and you the sub, that’s what I want.”

This got me almost crazy. ” Who do you think you are and did you place such an offer because I am so foolish to accept? If you are mad you better go to a good psychiatric hospital.” She looked at me still smiling. ” It’s like you want what happened to Mr Collins to happen to you.” I looked her open-mouthed in surprise.
” So Mr Collins was innocent?” I asked her and nodded with a mischievous smile.
” He thought he was high and mighty not knowing he has the brain of a chicken, I went up to him and made the same proposal I am making to you right now and he turned it down rudely, well he said he couldn’t cheat on his wife which made me wonder if his wife is in possession of his d–k and common for him to give me straight A’s throughout my stay in this f—–g school and enjoy my sweet juicy p—y he fluffed all that and ordered me out of his office, so I set him up and he fell nicely to it, now let me see if his wife he feared so much is going to believe he never raped any girl, with his spoiled reputation I don’t see any school employing him. No one rejects Mary and go Scot free.”
My mouth was wide open with shock at this time. ”
My mind flashed back to the whole Mary-Collins saga about nine months ago. The principal delivered this news at the morning devotion which shocked the students and most of the teachers including me to the bones. That was the first for a morning devotion to disperse without the usual noises and bustle. Every student moved very quietly to the class. I was dumbfounded at the news and the principal didn’t make it look any better. He was like,
” I said it, I said it, don’t trust all this people going looking like normal people, not knowing he is a beast in human clothes, wolves in sheep clothing. Can you imagine, a well trusted teacher having the mind to be forcing his students to bed, I don’t know how long he started this or he has been doing this but now his excesses has been curbed, he has met his Waterloo in the body of Mary Jasper. That was the girl he tried to force into his bed, but the girl being a god-fearing girl refused, she refuses to allow herself to be defiled and she raped the girl. She forcefully took the girl’s dignity.
What a shame! Mr Peter Collins has tainted the image of the school and I don’t tolerate this so that is why is have dismissed him from the school immediately and I have sent a letter to the “Education Board” to warn them of his malicious habit, so that he would not be employed into any school nearby for him to continue carrying out his atrocious act.”
At this all the students reacted with” No!” Mr Collins was the students favourite teacher and he was my very good friend. Students loved him because he was generous, because he was kind, he was always smiling and always wanted to help, he rarely punishes a student and whenever he does he would call the student into his office and explained to him or her why he punished them and made them promise him that they won’t put up bad behavior anymore. He was also a person who loves to sing which made him an ever present face in the school choir.

So hearing this happen to one of their favourite teacher was something saddening.
The principal went on trying to dash any piece of respect the students had for Mr Collins into the mud before dismissing the assembly. Most of the students knew that the principal did not like the Mr Collins. He hated him for no just reason so all what he had said of him was taken with a grain of salt.

I myself spent a day thinking what would have made Peter to do this and I have to conclude that it was a setup. during break I would walk into a group of students discussing on the issue and i would ask for their opinion, each of the student would say that they believe it was a setup. Some said that Mary has the face of a trickster. However we hoped that the truth would soon be known.

And here was Mary confirming that the poor man was innocent.
So you mean you the man was innocent and you made him lose his job over nothing?”
” No, over something. ” She answered sharply. ” He rejected my offer and my body and I don’t like that.”
” You have surprised me Mary. Mary in the Bible was a virgin, she was the mother of Jesus Christ a very holy man who came into the world to die for our sins, you are bearing her name and you are something else.”
” Hey hey, you spare me that, I am not a Christian so don’t bother me, I am not interested in your Christianity shit. So do you accept request or do you want to follow the same path as Collins?”
I took a deep breath pretending to think and then said. ” Do your worst Mary, I would not accept such stupid and brainless request.”
” Wait you’re daring me?” She asked lowering her eyes in surprise. “Remember you are single, so the authorities are going to swallow my stories hook line and sinkers and again you are hot so who’s gonna doubt my story.”
” Yes I am daring you, do your worst but I promise you that I Callum Wilson would have the last laugh.” I fired back in a defiant tone. ” And drop that leg from the chair, I’m sick of looking at your dirty panties.” This got her where I wanted her, in angerland. She dropped her leg from the chair and and adjusted her knee long white socks and stared at me for a while then said “we shall see,” and made for the door.
I then called “Mary.” and she stopped and turned towards me maybe thinking I have quickly reconsidered my stance and was ready to agree to her request but I didn’t, instead I showed her my middle finger and said ” F–k you Mary.” Her pink flesh grew red with anger and her brown eyes stared at me full of hate and she answered. ” We’ll see who gets f—-d.” She stormed out and slammed the door shut so loudly that I felt the whole building vibrate with the force.

I stared at the spot the departed Mary once stood for a moment, my face grim looking before my face softened into a grin then finally to a short laugh.
” Foolish girl.”
That little idiot never knew that a camera was recording her or that she was speaking directly into a microphone.
” God bless you for me Rita.” I said in my thoughts, ” sense would never kill you.”
I then went into the inner room at the back of my office and checked on my laptop. everything was recorded on high quality as the camera was a high quality spy camera and the microphone was very good it picked up the slightest of sounds and whatever it picked up was clear. I allowed myself to laugh again. ” Rita if not for you, I would have been in deep shit now, God bless you for me.” I muttered.
I then saved the footage then went out and sat down on my chair and rested my legs on the table and waited for Rita to show up, “who is Rita?” well you’ll know in the part 2
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HOW I MADE HER FALL IN LOVE … (18+) … Part 1
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My name is Prince. I am an
Accounting student of one of the
reputable University in the country.
I happened to have a huge crush on
a lady in my department. Her name is
Sandra. She is tall, light skin, has the curves at
the right places and if I’m not exaggerating,
she is the most beautiful lady in my
department. She has this look that can melt a
guy’s heart. Most guys in my class say she is
rude, proud and a snub because she had at
one point or the other turned down their
polite request to take her out. She seems to be
focused on her academy and happens to be
one of the best in class.

I seemed not to be troubled by what people
say about her because to me, she might have
turned down their request of taking her out
based on the manner with which they
approach her.
I made up my mind that I would approach
her and profess my feelings to her when next
I see her in class.
That same day that I made the decision, my
friend fred came and shattered my heart with
his words when he told me that he had an eye
for Sandra and plans to date her. I gave up
my plan of professing my love for Sandra
because i knew I was no match for Fred when
it comes to wooing ladies. Not that he is more
handsome that me, but he has this sugar-
coated tongue that can melt a lady’s heart.
Fred informed me that he would approach her
when next he sees her and from that moment,
it was dawn on me that I had lose her,
because there is no way she would not accept
to date Fred, every lady’s dream guy.
The next day, i and Fred walked into the
school restuarant and saw Sandra eating
snacks alone at the extreme right of the
restuarant. Fred turned to me and smiled.
“this is the opportunity i have been waiting
for” he said licking his lower lip.
“i can’t allow this opportunity pass me by”
“yeah, it your opportunity. Go for it” i said
faking a smile but deep down, i was really
disappointed at myself for not being able to
muster up courage to profess my love for
Sandra when i had the opportunity. But all
the same, i had to let go.
Fred patted my back and smiled.
“let me go and do what i know how to do best”
“okay bro, i wil just wait for you here” i
responded.

Fred turned and walked towards Sandra
while i walked to sit on a seat closer to them,
where i could easily eavesdrop on their
conversation.
Fred sat on the only available seat opposite
Sandra and stared at her with his face curved
in a smile.
“hi” Fred greeted still smiling.
Sandra looked up at her and focused her
attention back on the food she was eating
without responding him.
“hey Sandra, i just said hi”
Sandra wiped off the particle of food on her
lip with the serviette on the table and turned
to face Fred.
“as you can see, i am having my meal and i
am not suppose to talk while eating” she
responded
“hey sandra, that is not a polite way to
respond to someone who just dropped by to
say hi”
“okay, i am sorry. so what can i do for you?”
“atleast you should reply my greeting first
before throwing question at me”
Sandra sipped from the juice on her table and
focused her attention back on Fred.
“okay, i am fine”
Fred’s face curved in a smile once more as
she replied his greeting.
“are you okay now?” Sandra sked.
“yeah, i am okay now”
“so, how may i help you?”
Fred cleared his throat and sat comfortably
on his seat.
“actually Sandra, i know this might not be the
right time to say this, but it is eating me up. i
can’t help it anymore. i can’t think properly
anymore. it is clouding my thought. i feel like
my heart is going to explode if i continue
keeping it to myself. that’s why i have decided
to let it out”. He paused and looked at her to
know if he still had her attention. When he
confirmed that he still had her atention, he
continued with his eyes fixed on hers.
“i love you Sandra. i love you very much and
i want us to start dating”
Sandra stared at him with expressionless look
on her face. After staring at each other for
some minutes, Fred decided to break the
silence.
“Sandra,please say something. Don’t just stare
at me” he pleaded.

Sandra sighed and stare at him eyeball to
eyeball.
“what’s your current cgpa?” she asked
Fred was thrown off balance by her question
for a while before he finally spoke.
“does that really matter? that’s not even the
issue here. Anyway, if you wish to know, I
Will tell you”
He paused and looked at her face as if he was
searching for her reason for asking.
“I am currently on 2.73 cgpa” he finally
answered.
“Fred” she called
“yes Sandra”
“I think you should focus more on boosting
your gp, instead of allowing the thought of a
lady to cloud your mind. Go work on your gp
and look for a way of improving your cgpa.
When you have done that and your cgpa
stands on 4.5, then you can come ask me for
a date ”
She stood up, carried her handbag which is on
the table and tried to leave the restuarant. She
stopped halfway and turned back to Fred.
“one more thing, don’t even bother of trying
to work on your cgpa just to prove anything
to me, because it will just be a wasted effort. I
don’t date guys in the same department with
me. So don’t just bother.” And with that, she
walked out of the restuarant.
Fred sat still staring at the door she just
walked out from.
I could not even go to meet Fred because I was
lost in my own thought. With what she just
said to Fred, I had to agree with what my
coursemate were saying about her, that she is
rude, proud and a snub. I also thanked God
that I had not told her about my feelings,
because I wouldn’t have been able to stand all
she said to Fred.
I made up my mind that I would erase all
thought of her from my mind. I and Fred left
the restuarant that day without saying
anything to each other.
Days went by and my feelings for Sandra
became stronger as against my decision to
erase her from my mind. I tried my possible
best to erase her from my mind but the
feeling kept growing stronger, even to the
extend that I was no more concentrating on
my study.
Seeing how the whole thing was affecting me,

I made up my mind that I would approach
her and tell her how I felt about her. The
worst she can do is to insult me which would
help me forget about her, but I must go
prepared in order to withstand the outcome.
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THE LAST COMPETITION … (18+) … Part 1
(LOVE CYCLE)
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The hour of the day seemed to be calmed in Africa, Enugu city of Nigeria precisely. It’s a city with paragons and beautified with structures. It is like the capital of the Eastern nation, thus, flowing with citizens and foreigners. But something strange happened in the sight of a young boy called Ken; on his way home from school, he noticed the city deserted. No single person was found on the road even inside all buildings in the city. He adjusted his school bag, looked along the lonely road to see nothing but parked vehicles. It was like the world had come to an end. “Where is everybody?” he murmured. “Hello!!” he shouted as he began to hurry to their house, but only the echo of his voice came back, sounding repeatedly inside his ears. He began to run. His running steps were like the movement of sheeps on a tied road. In fact, the sound of his feet generated another echo. Immediately he barge into their house, he saw some men in black attire with their faces covered. He believed they were searching for something. “Hey, what are you looking for?” he dropped his bag with eyes roaming around the house. All the men turned at once in a way he became the next target. Ken looked at their hands to see guns. Therefore he became afraid. The expression could be seen in the backward movement of his feet.
“Where is it?” the men asked in union.

“What are you talking about? Where is everybody in the city?” Ken became frightened.
“Give us the key to the future” their voice came again, scary and weary.

“I don’t have it!”
“Then you must die” they aimed the guns at him then pulled the trigger. The sound of the guns became the sound of a school bell. Only then did Ken realize that he was sleeping and dreaming while a lesson was going on in the classroom.
Heartland comprehensive collage, one of the best schools in the city has recorded several winning trophies from many competitions. The students have a high capacity in the application of intellect in everything they do. This ability was inculcated in some of them while some inherited it. But no one knew the category Ken fell into because he hardly talked. So seeing him sleeping inside the classroom while lesson was going on was no big deal to Miss Ada, their mathematics teacher, who gazed at him before the bell rang for change of lesson. How would she know that the sleep yielded a remarkable dream to the young boy? Nevertheless, she said to him, “Mr Uba, I guess today’s topic is like a sleeping syrup to you”

Hearing that, all student stared at Ken because he was the only one bearing the surname, Uba. And only teachers are allowed to refer to students by their surnames. Before Ken responded to the hilarious question, he glanced at Mercy, a very beautiful girl whom he had wished to confess his feelings to, but low self esteem wouldn’t allow him. He straightened his eyes to the white board to read the topic written in a red colour marker; QUADRATIC EQUATION. He exhaled after comprehending the topic then began, “Miss Ada, the topic is not like a sleeping syrup but like a mortal combat game at the final level”
Students giggled at his statement, even Mercy. Only the teacher didn’t find it funny. Therefore she said, “Uba, I can see you always hallucinate about your mortal combat game. I guess that’s what you mean”
“No, Miss”

“Then what do you mean?”
“What I’m trying to substantiate is that the topic is as brutal as the game at final level.” Ken swallowed hard, meeting the teacher’s eyes who suddenly became speechless. His explanation simply proved that he hated mathematics even though he wasn’t a tabula rasa on it. Just then, another teacher walked into the classroom.

Nothing much interested Ken again until the very last minute of school hour. There was no teacher in the class room, though that didn’t escalate any form of noise, for all was up and doing, making sure they judiciously utilize the hard earned money used for their school fees except Ken who constantly glanced at his wristwatch. He also tapped one of his feet continuously as a clear indication that, even though his body was there, his mind and soul had left him home. He could see Mercy smiling at her immediate seatmate. Her teeth glow whitish in colour just like her school uniform; black skirt and white shirt. She weaved her hair locally like every other female students because they had a pattern of hairstyle for all. Just before Mercy turned to meet her eyes with Ken’s, he averted his own then stood up, flung his bag on his back and began to walk out of the classroom. To him, school was over. Surprisingly, on his way down the staircase, a pandemonium busted out from the ground floor of the building which was for art students alone while science students occupied the first floor. Each floor has three classrooms. Students rushed out to the corridors to witness the cause of the pandemonium; those were Wisdom and Jade.

Jade, a young girl of sixteen, moderate body physiology, tall and not too black in complexion, challenged Wisdom saying, “If you aren’t as blind as your father, you should have seen me passing without bumping your smelly body on me”

Wisdom, a young boy of seventeen, slim and a bit fair in complexion, couldn’t withstand the insult from Jade, so he landed a slap on her cheek which splashed blood out from her mouth then students ranting voices increased. “Next time, watch your smelly mouth before it put you into trouble just like your useless father” he retorted with a firing glare. Behind him was Mr Henry’s car, their principal. There were hibiscus flowers surrounding them with a broken wooden stool found close to Jade. Promptly, after she noticed the blood from her mouth, she grabbed the broken stool and flung it at Wisdom. Unfortunately, he dogged it, but the glass of Mr Henry’s car couldn’t. Therefore it broke open, activating the emergency alarm instantly. That attracted teachers who took them to the principal’s office.
Meanwhile, Ken heard and saw what happened. He didn’t show much interest rather began to walk home. Though while still within the school compound, the bell ran for school over. Miss Ada sighted him from the window of her office, wondering the kind of human being he was; introvert, smart and invariant. Just as she wondered, Ken placed a hand in his pocket, glanced back at the building of his classroom but Miss Ada thought he read her mind and noticed that she had her eyes on him through the window because the look was coincidental with her imagination, thereby giving her the impression that he saw her. Nevertheless, the young boy hurried towards the school gate like a bomber who tries to escape from his area of execution before the explosion of the bomb. On his way, he began to decode the cause of the fight between Wisdom and Jade. He didn’t know much about them personally but their statements got him thinking, “Why would they mention their fathers’ names on a primary issue that should have been settled without sarcastically refering to their fathers with such an insolent manner? It’s a family problem” he concluded. Yes, his thought was correct. Mr Dennis, Wisdom’s father and Raymond, Jade’s father, are currently having a disput at their company to the extent Mr Raymond sued Wisdom’s father to court..

That was s Saturday morning in Enugu high court of law located at 7th independence layout where the case went on. Wisdom was there for his father while Jade stood firmly for her father too. Who will say that the food made by her mother is not sweet? Therefore, whether the two parents were guilty or not, the children supported them. The law court was calmed until Mr Raymond pointed at Mr Dennis saying, “This idiot is a criminal! He made away and meddle with the documents!!”
That statement triggered an embarrassing response from Mr Dennis which set the court on fire. So the case was adjoined.
After Wisdom followed his father home that day, he stood in the sitting room, watching the father drink from the house bar located immediately after the living room. He could see him drinking and walking around the small space found in the bar. “Dad!” he called. The father didn’t respond until he called for the second time, “Dad!!”
“What?!” he shrieked, meeting his red alcoholic eyes with his son’s.

“Tell me the truth, did you break into Mr Raymond’s office and made away with his documents which he would have used to secure the position of a manager?”
The father didn’t respond, rather he brought out a pack of cigarette, lit a stick of it and blew out the smoke both from the nostrils and the mouth. “Let me ask you son, do I look like such a criminal?” he returned the question.

“Most criminals I know smokes”
“Are you by any way calling your father a criminal?” Mr Dennis glared, stepping out of the bar.
“I’m only telling you one of the features of a criminal which you are currently exhibiting!” Wisdom was bold enough.

Meanwhile, the father had come into the living room in a way he stood before him with a glass cup of wine in his hand. “Raymond is a compound fool!” he began. “He knows the position of the manager belongs to me with or without his documents. He’s only trying to set me up and get rid of me from the company. You have to believe me, son” his voice systematically went down like a man trying to win a woman’s heart. Yet, he inhaled another smoke from the cigarette through his mouth which finally passed out through the nose.
Wisdom began to walk away. “May be I’ll believe you when you stop smoking” his voice came at the entrance of his room.
“That i smoke doesn’t make me a bad person!” the father raised his voice, but the only thing he heard in return was the slammed door of the son’s room. He exhaled.
That incident happened on Saturday. No doubt the children of the two men had the same grudges in mind which resulted to the fight that broke the glass of the principal’s car on monday.

Just before Ken came out from the rightful thought at the school gate, he saw a car that sped into the school compound. It nearly hit him down if not that he had a clear vision of it prior to time. He saw the driver to be Jade’s father then continued walking. After some minutes, he noticed another car which sped through. That was Wisdom’s father. Seeing him, he smiled because he hardly fail when he guess. The motion used by both men proved to him that another pandemonium will escalate at school again, but that wasn’t his worry. His worries were his dream and the well being of his only poor mother, so he horried up home.
Mr Dennis and Raymond behaved themselves in the presence of students and the principal when they arrived. Of course the principal made them pay for the damage their children rendered to his poor car which he had been managing. They paid for it cash before taking their children home after hearing from Mr Henry what might have caused the fight.

Jade held her head in pain while inside her father’s car, in the front seat to be precise. No thought the slap by Wisdom caused her a headache.
The father notice her restlessness. “Are you okay, dear?” he asked, still got in control of the stirring wheel.
Her voice came, sounding weakly. “My head aches, Daddy”

“I’ll take you straight to the clinic now” he topped another gear then speedily turned to the left side of the road.
On the other hand, Wisdom and his father never changed words until both got home. Mr Dennis was the last person to enter into the house, therefore the sound of the slammed door echoed simultaneously with the voice of his mouth saying, “Why would you slap her!? Why would you even touch her?”
Wisdom flung his school bag on one the cushions, yet remained mute to the very voice of his father. He began to untie a black necktie that matched with his black trouser below the white long sleeves shirt that had no stain. The father walked straight to the house bar to pick a wine while he waited for him to answer. He poured an alcoholic drink in a transparent cup, lit up a cigarette then blew out the first smoke with a hand in his pocket, coming out to meet the son.

“You know what, son?” he began with a calmed voice, but Wisdom knew very well that his heart filled with anger that could make him receive a slap much more powerful that the one he gave to Jade. “You think smoking makes me bad but I never for once lay hands on your mother before she…”
“But that girl insulted you and I!” Wisdom interrupted with a high voice, his right hand aggressively pointing at the door.
“Is it what gave you the impetus to touch her!?” the father’s voiced seemed higher to overcome his son’s.

“I only bumped on her unknowingly!”
“Never you lay your hands on a woman! That’s my point!” He paused, while the son glared. The building suddenly became calmed like the reawaken tranquility of a forest after a bullet shot by a hunter at an ungodly hour of the night. Now Mr Dennis’ voice dramatically mellow. “What if something happens to her?”
“I don’t care, Dad. She should watch her mouth next time” he grabbed his bag to leave.
“There will be no next time, son” the father drank a quantity of the wine after which he smoked a quantity of the cigarette too and glanced at the unburnt potion of the stick–still a long burn to go. He nodded his head.

Wisdom surprisingly stared at him, though the father’s face became hard to see due to the random motion of the smoke around his face. “What do you mean by that?” he asked.
“You can’t stay with the daughter of that man. I’m changing you from Heartland comprehensive”
“Better, otherwise, I gonna kill her” he left to his room angrily.
“Touch not a woman! How many times am I gonna say that!” Mr Dennis allowed his voice to sale around the building. He knew his son to be stubborn but wise too.
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A local bungalow, old flat roof and cracking walls were the features of Ken’s residence located at the ghetto side of the city. Only the less previlage occupies the place. The horrible smell from decomposing refuse, stagnant water and littered cellphone would remind a stranger of how low the residents are financially. Less I forget, the mode of dressing of young men there is nothing to write home about. They aren’t born with silver spoon rather they caved their own spoons by themselves, but certainly, there weren’t silver. As long as Ken struggled to make his spoon and that of his family a silver one, he prayed for God’s intervention.
Quizzically, he opened the door of their house just like he did in the dream, looking around with a strange hesitation at the door because it shouldn’t be open unless the mother was around which he didn’t find possible by that hour of the day. Why? Because she suppose to be at her shop, selling clothes. Nevertheless, he stepped forward. There was a twelve inched television in the local living room and torn cushions which had loosed its shapes for years. On the walls were photographs from their ancestors to his generation. Sooner did he hear the mother’s footsteps, coming out of her room until she became visible to his eyes. She was well dressed, looking like ‘sweet sixteen’. Although, Mrs Ukachi, the mother, hadn’t grown old. Any man could still have her for marriage, regarding her voluptuous outlook and complexion.
“Hi Ken, welcome” she said almost absentmindedly as she tried to wear her ear rings, putting on a black leggings trouser and a light gown.
Ken stared at her after a glance at his wristwatch. “Good evening, mother” he hung off his school bag.
“Is it four O’Clock already?” the mother faced a mirror that hung in the parlour still struggling to wear the ear rings.

He remaind silent for a while as he moved down to the dinning table for his food. “It’s sharp four”. He finally answered with another glance at the mother, wondering where she wanted to go to. Perhaps, to one of her friend’s birthday party which she had always told him on such occasions, but Ken believed the mother was seeing a man.
Mrs Ukachi looked at him through the mirror. “So how was school today?”
Ken opened the food. “Not cool”
“Why?”
“For the first time I found myself sleeping in a classroom while a lesson was going on”
“The subject must be mathematics” the mother smiled.
“Yes, it was, but unusual” the dream flashed back to his memory. Therefore he quit eating for a moment, while the mother finally dressed up, entered into her room and came out with a red purse that matched the color of her lips. A brown weavon dangled around her neck and shoulder. Just before she left, Ken asked in a suspicious tone, “I guess today is another friend’s birthday”
The mother read the suspicious quarry. Her voice sounded suspiciously too. “Yes, son.” She never wanted to look at him, rather pretended to dust her shoes. “That’s why I came back early from shop today” she added.

As an afterthought, Ken said, “I may still be a teenager but I’m no more a kid. You can tell me if you’re seeing a man, mother”
Mrs Ukachi became shocked at the statement because she never expected that. “It’s just a party, son. Bye, I love you” she began to catwalk towards the door.
“Bye, be careful!” Ken heard the door opened and closed.
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After a week, Wisdom’s presence wasn’t noticed again in Heartland comprehensive collage. That got few people questioning his way about. Someone like Fred didn’t hesitate to call a spade a spade. His parents came back from UK not quit long ago due to immigration problems. Therefore, he was known to have the western lifestyle. He’s plumpy and bounces like a tennis ball. Due to the high level of exposure to quality education, his performance academically is quit terrific and confidentially reliable.

Just during break period, he bounced to Jade at the fringes of a large football Field where students displayed their psychomotor activities. She sat on a blue plastic stool, crossed her legs in a way part of her thighs reflected the morning sunlight. Though she quickly covered up when Fred approached.
“Hey, sup with you, black witch?”
“It’s not my name, I’ve told you severely. My name is Jade”
“That’s one hell of a name” he dragged a stool where he sat before her. “You’ve finally got Wisdom, my friend, running from you” he added.
Jade disdained. “What does that mean?”

“You’re the fucking reason why he changed school”
“How does that affect me?”
“You know what, Jade?” He leaned forward. “Back in the state, dude like Wisdom would be a perfect match for you in the peregrination of love life”
“Never will I start a journey of love with one whose father is a sadist and a criminal!” Jade snapped. Just then, an SS2 student came, telling them that Mr Henry, the principal, wanted them in his office. Fred looked surprised and at the same time scared.

“Why the dude wants us in his office?” he stood up woozily. “I’m only speaking to her. We ain’t fighting neither have we broken his car glass” he glanced at Jade who stared at him as if he had gone bonkers.
“You’re jumping into conclusion, Fred. And please, stop reminding me of that incident” she stood up too.
“Well, I’m not gonna change school like my nigger, Wisdom” they left.


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