Tales By Chi

Chinaza came to my lodge looking so unlike her, her fair robust body was tanned in an unsexy way and she seemed to have lost some flesh. I was just watching her as she came into my room, too dumbfounded to even welcome her.

She came and stood staring at me, we stared at each other  for sometime before she walked up to me on the bed and dropped herself on my laps.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked me.
"I just noticed that you look like Roseline."

Roseline was their very slim fitted house girl, not that she wasn't fine, in fact the slim fit was actually good on her just that I am so much into asses.

"Really? Is that a good thing?" she asked looking at me.
"Naza, there is nothing good about it, if I wanted to date a tiny girl I would be with your house girl, not you, in short sit down first. I'm coming."
She sat on the bed and I went outside in search of shape and James. I badged into shapes room and met her in her bras and pants. If she wasn't a virgin, I would have been thanking God her sister wasn't around.

"Dress up and follow me," I commanded and she eyed me suspiciously, not minding her outfit and my constant stares at her well rounded ass and boobs.
"Any problem?"
"Wear something first or can you follow me like that?"
She rolled her eyes at me and flipped on her gown. We went into James room and he was snoring away his life. I beat him up and dragged him along with Shape to my room.

Chinaza stared at us curiously as we came in. I made them stand and observe her for sometime, glances were flying from everywhere to me.

"Can't you guys see?" I shouted in frustration.
"See what?" Shape asked staring at me.
"Oh, Naza came, we can see that," James replied, scratching his head.
"Guy don't be silly, can't you see how thin she is looking."

James searched her with his eyes and nodded.
"Yes, maybe she wants to be a model."
Shape was entirely indifferent. Chinaza made me sit beside her on the bed. James left while shape joined us on the bed. I was preparing for a wonderful 3some in my mind but got something else. Something I didn't like one bit.

"Chi something happened."
That was shape talking to me like I just lost my wife and she was loaded with the burden of giving me the news, well, Naza was there so obviously, I hadn't lost my wife. Lol

"What happened?" I asked, sharing glances between her and Naza.
"It's chinaza, she fell sick last month, that was before her birthday."
"Why didn't she say that when we came for the party?" I asked trying to hide the fear that was cropping up in my mind, I was hoping and praying fervently that she didn't have HIV.
"Because it wasn't serious then, so telling you was unnecessary," Naza replied in a way that spooked me seriously, you should see the look on her face, real scary.
"So now what? Do you have HIV?" I asked and she shot me a glance.
"No I don't," she retorted and eyed me suspiciously " Chinecherem, do you have?"
"Of course not, where will I get it when you don't have."

"Well, She went to the hospital, I followed her actually," shape continued.
"Ehee," I was getting impatient.
"And tests were done," shape said slowly, my suspension reaching it's zenith. Does she have cancer? If so, I was hoping it wasn't cancer of the pussy or breast.

"I am pregnant," Chinaza cried out eventually. If she had said cancer of the pussy and breast at the same time, I would have preferred it.

My mind rushed back to the previous year, yea, when we all fell sick and she came back with the pregnancy joke. My mind clicked, yea, the date was April 5th. I smiled and looked at the two of them. I caught them in time. My racing heart slowed down a bit.

"Baby, it's April 5th today, your joke came late," I said, grabbing her hand, she flipped my hands away and sniffed.
"I am not joking, I am pregnant, fucking pregnant Chinecherem."

Like she was crying and her beautiful light face was red. She obviously wasn't joking so the April fool thing was a sham.

"For who?"
Jeez, I didn't even know when I asked her that, the look she gave me was out of this world. I half prayed for her to say it's James or Shape, YES! Shape!! anybody but me!!!

"Don't you dare ask me that again," she almost yelled out. Obviously, it was me. The room went dark and my head was spinning 360 degrees, I could hear Nigerian police siren blasting in my ear, my right early only, my left ear wasn't even hearing any sound.

I stood up from the bed and made my way to James room. I didn't even know how I managed to get there because I wasn't even seeing the road at all.
"Guy what's up?" James asked as I walked in, he was leaning over his plate of over soaked garri.
"I don't know guy, Shape and.. and Chinaza, they are in my room," I was stuttering as I spoke.
"Yes, I know they are in your room, what happened? Are they doing lezzy?"
"No, Naza was saying something, errm, she was saying something about something, James I don't know," I Stopped and took a deep breath while James watched me like I was doing a Basket Mouth something.
"Just go in there and find out what Naza was saying, then come back and tell me because I didn't even understand what she told me."
"Ok, I will go, but don't touch my garri," he warned and left, if only he knew that the garri looked like shit to me at that moment.

I crashed on the bed and gazed at the roof. My mother's favorite advice to my brother and I was banging hard against my head.
"Umu m, any man that a woman doesn't kill will surely live out his God allotted time on earth."
But It's Chinaza, my only true Love, she can't kill me.
My head was popping like pop corns as I sat there, imagining how I will break the news to my people.
 My Mom will just shout the living daylight out of me. I don't know what my father will do.

James came back looking more confused than I was.
"Guy what was she saying?" I asked him.
"That she is pregnant for you and she wasn't joking o."
"Guy is that even possible? I mean are you sure I am not impotent?"
Anything that would null and void the possibility of my being the owner of the pregnancy was welcomed. James just looked at me like I was going mad.
"Wetin you mean, guy you are potent in Jesus name."
"Amen but guy, do you think the something is mine?"
" It should be naa, I think you are the only one fucking her."

We both sat on the bed, staring away.
"Maybe you should call Williams," James suggested and I nodded, that was the most coded thing to do.
"I have to get my phone, it's in my room."

I opened the curtains to my room and peeped in, I was obviously expecting Naza to grin at me and say it was all a prank but she didn't, she was sitting on the bed with Shape, staring at the TV, she had stopped crying.

"What do you want to do now?" I asked her as I got to her on the  bed. She looked at me and shook her head.
"I don't know."
I stared at her for a few seconds, she returned my stares and her countenance changed.
"No way, I am not aborting him."
I was yet to find out how she keeps reading my mind through my eyes.
"I wasn't saying that."
"But you were thinking it, please I won't abort him."
"Him? You already know it's a boy?"
Something was telling me that she was enjoying the whole pregnant something. Shape was having the laugh of her life at the side.
She just let out a weak smile and threw herself into my hands while I called Williams.

"Hello, young man, how are you?" Willy bassed into my ears.
"Guy I no dy, you fit enter my lodge?"
"Ermm, wetin happen, you give woman belle?"
That was funny.
"Yes, I give woman belle, abeg come tomorrow."
He laughed, he probably thought I was joking.
"See you and your impotent prick, I dy come tomorrow."

We dropped the phone and I wished I was impotent. Lol

Both our voices were nearly drowned by the sound of the splattering rain on the roof. We had to keep our eyes on each other's lips, that way, we were able to understand each other.

My wet shoes were already chilling on a nearby desk inside the classroom. We both sat on different desks and I saw that moment as one that I wouldn't like to waste.

We spent some time in there in silence, I was arranging my lines and proof reading them in my mind. When you don't have money like I don't have, you will have to plan your wooing method critically but when you are rich, the money speaks for you.

"So how is school?" I asked her.
"I'm not in school yet, I am preparing for jamb."
I nodded.
She happened to be writing her second Jamb exam and still shooting for medicine. She seemed not to realize she was in Nigeria.

We talked and one thing to another, I asked her to come closer so we could hear each other better. She did and I dropped my hand on her shoulder, we could feel each other's breath as we sat there on the table, skin to skin.

"I like you," I blurted out after searching and not finding any decent indirect way of putting it. She just smiled and murmured a thank you.
"I don't need a thank you," I said and she turned to look at me.
"What do you need?"
"It's only natural that when a guy tells a girl that he likes her, she should say I like you too."
"Hmmm, Okay I have heard," she replied.

I made her drop her head on my shoulder and she obliged. I thought getting closer to her was rather too easy, cute girls like her don't just follow guys that easily, except she was already into me before time. I didn't mind, it rather made my job easier for me.

"I like you Amaka," I whispered again and took a deep breath, my right hand squeezing her hand.
"I like you too," she murmured and I smiled. My journey in the choir was about to get fruitful. I wasn't tempted to woo her straight but then, I didn't want to push my luck further, I wanted things to fall naturally into place, that way, should things ever flop, she can't go around telling everyone that Brother Tobenna wooed her.

As usual, we made our epic entrance into our choir practice venue, this time, leaving everyone more confused. Of course I had let go of her hand, but the attraction was there, you would readily know that something was happening or about to happen between us two, our being there together was more than innocent.

This time around, we sat together at the back, our skins rubbing against each other's. We sang to the lord like a couple in a duet performance. It was fun that way, the thrill of a fresh looming relationship was all over me. We would steal glances from time to time and a smile will light up at the corner of our lips.

The practice ended around 9:30 pm. Everywhere was dark as should be but the street lights on the road lit up the way. We or rather, I chose the dark path, she just followed. We took our own special part, away from the crowd of fellow choir members.

We walked in the darkness, our fingers intertwined, trying hard not to trip over.

"Can we walk to the church together tomorrow?" I asked.
"Maybe, if you meet up with me, you know you are always late."
I laughed and she joined me.
"But I'm always there before you."
"How do you know?"
"I just know because I'm always looking out for you," I replied and she laughed.
"By what time will you come out?" she asked me and I did my calculations. I loved being late for everything and if the time for an even was 6 am, I would start preparing by 5:59 am.

"5:45 am, is that okay?"
"Hmm, sure, just don't keep me waiting."
I nodded and we stopped right in front of their house.

"So it's Goodnight then," I said, rubbing her hands. She rubbed mine in return.
"See you tomorrow," she whispered and turned to go.
"I could have kissed you," I whispered after her and she giggled.
"Let's wait for tomorrow okay?"
"Okay, I shrugged and turned on my way home, swimming half caked mud in the dark.

I opened our door quietly and walked pass my father who was already snoring away in the parlor, the Tv blasting the whole place with nobody watching.

I dragged myself up to my room and fell on my bed all satisfied, my times in the church choir was finally worth it. I pulled the dirty shoes from my feet and flung them against my shoe rack, it managed not to pull everything down. I then relaxed again, gathering the strength I would use to walk into the kitchen for my dinner, just then, it occurred to me that I didn't get Amaka's number, the appetite vanished. 

August had decided to spend his last night with the only member of the Rodneck family that he actually loved. They had bade each other goodnight at exactly 9pm. They walked into their room and shut the door behind them.

"Now, it's going to be scary at the graveyard," he whispered to her, sliding the window open.
"I don't mind, you will be there with me, right?"
"Yea, just don't want you to start squealing or anything."
"I happen to be braver than you," she announced, he turned from the window to face her in the darkness, the bright moon cast it's rays on her face.
"No you are not," he replied.
"Yes I am."
"You are not!"
He was determined to let the argument drag but she wasn't. She was too eager to be at the graveyard for the first time.
"Can we get going now?" she asked, he turned back to the window and climbed out. She followed behind him and he grabbed her halfway, helping her to the ground.

They made their way through the streets, slipping through alleys at intervals and moving in the shadows, away from the lights of the moon.
Far behind them, Jaycee walked, his hand clutching his pistol strapped to his waist.

They branched off at the church entrance and trudged slowly to the back of the church, wading their way through the cluster of wooden crosses on the graves, the walked to Joseph's grave, he introduced her to him like he was there live with them, she wiped a tear from her eyes when she noticed the sorrow in his voice.

"Don't cry, I'm sure he is in heaven," she consoled with a teary voice.
"He killed people too, they were bad people but God won't allow killers into heaven, right?"
"God will forgive him and accept him, I will pray for him every night."
He nodded and so much wished she was right about the forgiveness, he still had his doubts. He clutched her hand and led her to Maria's grave.

"She was my only sister, I killed the man that shot her."
She squeezed his hand at the revelation and sniffed. They stood silent for a while before she jerked her head up and took a look around the entire graveyard. The sheer size of it and the core silence got to her and she shivered from fear for the first time.

"I think someone is here," she whispered, holding onto him. He took a look around and everywhere was silent.
"Nobody is here, it's just us."
"But I heard something," she insisted and he frowned.
"It's just your mind deceiving you. You are scared already."

They both sat on the grave in silence for some time, the sound of movements from behind them startled them and they turned with a jerk, Oscar appeared before them with a broad smile. Janet was already on her way to freaking out when August grabbed her and calmed her down.

"Sorry I took too long, had things to take care of," he apologized and August nodded.
"Who is she?" he asked, nodding towards Janet.
"My friend, her name is Janet."
"How are you Janet?" he asked, taking a seat on the grave beside them. She murmured a "fine thank you" and kept mute again.
"So August, how's school?"
"I'm leaving town tomorrow," he announced. Oscar gave him a sharp looked which he returned.
"To where?"
"New York."
"Why, who's idea?"
"Jaime, I took care of Terry and again something happened," he answered, suddenly feeling a tinge of pride, remembering his encounter with Terry.
"Okay, One at a time boy," they both heaved s sigh and he continued "What happened with Terry?"
"I put him down with a shovel, it was after school and he was begging me, lying there on the floor but I took my revenge well enough." he replied with pride and Oscar nodded.
"There, you are on your way to becoming a real Donati."
August nodded with a smile of satisfaction on his face.
"Now, the second part, what happened?"

He told him the story of the attempted kidnap and the shoot out, Oscar expressed mock surprise as he drew him a picture of the event. He pulled a paper from his pocket and handed it over to him.

"There's an address, you can always send a later while you are gone."
He took the paper and slipped it into his pocket.
"We have to Go home," he muttered, getting up from the grave, Janet followed suit.
"Okay. Don't forget to write when you can."
"Yes....."
He was interrupted by the sound of moving feet. Janet clutched tighter to him while Oscar drew his pistol.
They combed the dark silent grave yard and everywhere was empty.

"Did you hear that?" Oscar whispered and August murmured a yes.
They kept silent for some seconds before a they saw a dark, lone figure walking towards them, the moon highlighting the silhouette of a firearm in his hand.

"Who are you?" Oscar shouted and got no reply. An uneasy silence followed in which the three of them stood there in visible fear, Oscar torn between the decision of making a run for it or blowing the advancing stranger into bits. He was still at it when Carlos walked into their clear view, his gun pointed at Oscar.

"Drop it," he ordered coldly, nodding towards the gun in Oscar's hand. He hesitated but the sound of Carlos releasing the safety catch of his gun compelled him. He dropped the gun to the ground slowly and slid over to his feet.

"Now, August, follow me," he commanded, picking the gun from the ground.
August stood for a while staring at the dark face which shone under the light of the moon.

"No!" he snapped. Everyone turned to look at him, a great deal of surprise on each of their faces.
"Ain't got time to waste with you kid, get moving," he snapped.
August moved back, clutching Janet by the hand, he dragged her closer and broke into a run, Carlos made a move to go after then, shifting his attention from Oscar, he grabbed the opportunity and threw a punch across his face. The stun sent him tumbling over the grave, he fell face down still holding onto the two guns.

Oscar dropped a kick on him and missed by a hair as he rotated to his back and fired the two guns at him, he jumped to the ground, picking himself up as fast and made a run to the side of a grave, using the big cross as shield.

Carlos got up from the grave and search his surroundings with eyes.
"Come on man, show your dead face so I can be through with this, I got a kid to catch," he yelled, doing a 360 degree spin in search for both August and Oscar, the guns ready in his hands.

Oscar peeped from behind the Cross at him, he had his back on him, yelling away into the night.
He crawled out from behind the Cross and stood up stealthily. He did his calculations and made a dash for Carlos and would have nailed him if he hadn't done a last second shift. Oscar's punch flew through the air and threw him off balance.
Carlos popped in a feet for him and he tumbled to the ground, just before him.

"Here we are again, my gun and your gun in your face, any last wishes?"
Oscar looked up at him in anger, the smug on his face hit hard at him and he felt so angry and defeated.

"My last wish, when you are done killing me, you can go fuck your self!"
"Oh, I will try to remember that," he replied with a grin.
"And one last thing,"
"What?"
"Watch out for August, he will decapitate you soon enough."
"Oh,I look forward to that, now get up and get on your knees," he commanded, Oscar got up on his knees, backing him and ready for his execution.

He thought he heard the hammer click and closed his eyes, the sound was distance but a little loud, he felt the heavy body drop on his back and the weight sent him crashing to the ground under the weight of Carlos. 2 more gunshots followed and Carlos spread out, still on him.

"You look quite comfortable there."
He could swear with his life that the voice was Jaycee's. He heaved the body off him and lay back on the ground, staring up at the boyish grin.
"Impeccable timing bro," he replied, breathing heavily.
Jaycee gave him his right hand, he grabbed onto it and he pulled him up from the ground.

"I saw it all," Jaycee said with a smile.
He bent down and brushed off the dust from his body and then straightened again.
"Saw what?"
"You, you could have hit him before he got to you, you just stood there staring at him."
"Fuck it man, I thought it was you bro."
"Yea right, you thought it was me, I knew Nancy would have done it better than you," he said with a grin and Oscar shook his head, he could take the joke at least he came out alive and he was glad about it.
They shifted their attention to the body on the ground, observing it like cops on a crime scene.

"What do we do with him?" Jaycee asked, giving Oscar a stare.
"He died in a grave yard, if you ask me, there's no where more perfect."
"Good then, pick the guns lets get out of here."
"The kids?"
"I bet they are at home now, we will meet again, at least I'm glad August happened to have more guts than you."
Oscar gave him a long stare and he burst out laughing.
He knew the taunting was just about to start as they walked out into the street, passing Williams in his black coat hidden at a dark alley. 

I think it's time someone told these girls that even though boys will always be boys, they will always have someone special. And if he tells you that you are the one, do not stress it, because even though he may be lying, it could also be the truth. What am I saying sef, I'm even confusing myself.

Yes, because we are very likely to sleep with everything on skirt as long as it's not underaged (underage turns some people on tho), and it's got a big backside (my favorite), it simply does not mean we are madly in love with them, we will always reserve that special part of us for our special one, it could be true that the special one is you, it could also be false.

And apart from the ass, we do appreciate a great face because when we are over the the table with our friends, sharing some alcohol, we can't possibly tell her to stand up so we can introduce her and her ass to our friends, it's the face that gets all the attention. So no need fussing all over the place because your boo is hitting on a girl with some ass when you have the better face.

That was how Chinaza was bringing the roof down on me because Cynthia forgot her g-string in my room, ehen? So what? It's only at this moment that whenever I remember that almost forgotten saga, I go gaga.
Although I don't tell it to her that I'm mad over it, hehehe, if it was you, will you tell?

Now to the main thing..


Me and Chinaza decided we needed another little quarrel, don't ask me why, I would have willingly told you if I remembered, it wasn't about the wine she popped, it was actually over something insignificant, that wine wasn't insignificant.

Meanwhile, our lodge borehole just went amok, it suddenly started running 24 hours a day, open or closed, the water just kept turning up like olamide's turn up, our lodge almost experienced a mini flooding until unexpectedly, the water stopped. That was the beginning of water scarcity in our lodge.

We all sat at home, expecting the landlord to shake body, when the thing Clear us for eye was when we saw her daughter, Ngozi, a 16 year old unusually endowed girl, mind you, I'm not eyeing her, she is beautiful but I wasn't eyeing her.
As I was saying, when we saw her pushing her brand new wheelbarrow to the public tap some distance away from our lodge, that was when it dawned on us that salvation was a little far away.

That morning, I was tired of wooing shape to get me a gallon of water each time, shape needed a new wooing for every favor you would like to ask her. I decided to follow her to the tap before preparing for school, I needed water for that purpose.

We walked abi dragged ourselves to the tap, shape caused heart attacks as she strode besides me, clad in her singlet that was lifting her boobs like a weightlifter, the boobs peeped over the top of the singlet in an enticing way. Her bumshots lapped to her laps and jingled each step she took.

Depending on how fast you walk, the journey from our lodge to the public tap takes around 3 minutes, well, me and shape, it took us 10 minutes. Trust me, you can't be walking with Shape and like to walk fast, not when your left hand is clutching a gallon and your right hand clutching her booty. With her, you just can never get enough, if I can't get down on that ass, I might as well rub off some blessings from it and she doesn't mind.

Our entourage arrived at the pump and the queue there wasn't just mad, it was raving. Shape took both our gallons and added it to the queue. I moved my self to a corner and made a sit out of piles of stone, just a little close to the lines of gallons. My phone was at home and there was nothing else I could do but sample the various types of assorted figures and shapes that came to fetch water.

I was doing just fine until one lady got closer to where I was, one fine plump lady with a booty that can back two 3 year old children effortlessly, that kind of booty that when you climb it, you will just hang on it and it wouldn't bulge. She stole my attention from the rest, I even forgot about shape for a while where she was chatting away with some girls and drawing attention from the sex starved guys that littered the place.

The fair lady came closer to where I was and bent low, right in front of me to screw tight the cover of her gallon. She made it look like a tough job and spent a considerable amount of time on it, worst still, she faced me while she was at it and her robust boobs that had no iota of stretch mark dangled and smiled at me through the neck of her blouse. My mischievous dick was already dangling along and I positioned and repositioned myself to avoid getting caught.

I must have been so engrossed in watching something that I can't access that I didn't notice when shaped came to where I sat and nearly shoved me off my make shift chair with her booty.

"Neche, I hope you know she is someone's wife?" she whispered to me.
"Did I say I was looking at her?" I protested and she laughed.
"If you were not looking at her then how did you know who I was talking about?"
I swear shape is 30 percent beautiful and the other percent troublesome.
"I accept, I was looking, now can you let me look in peace after all you won't allow me look at your own."
She laughed and got up, shoved my head and went back to fetch our gallons, to my relief. But then, it was too late. The woman had already covered her gallon of water.

We fetched our gallons and I had to take the two of them, mine and hers, home. I was playing the superman while the only reward she gave me was chat away the remaining strength I had after carrying 2 jellycan's of water.

I dragged my jellycan of water into my corridor and dropped it there, a very pleasant surprise awaited me as I bounced into my room.
Eva was there on my bed, relaxed like she was the one that paid that year's rent for me and watching the T. V.

"Hey baby!" she screamed in a girly way when she saw me. She actually jumped on me from the bed. That girl is just too beautiful for my liking. As I held her up, packing up her ass with my arms and looking up at her face in the air, I just prayed shape wouldn't intrude like she was notorious for.

I dropped her and the proper hugging commenced, that moment a nicki minaj replica would drop all her details on you and all your hormones would rush in affirmation that she was indeed hot. If only she knew what she did to me then.

"Neche did you forget me?" she asked.
"How can I? Is that one even possible?"
I was rubbing her body, trying to make my point clear, I don't know if she was aware of what I missed about her, I just know that I needed that body very much, I could manage without the head.
She seemed to have forgotten about the condition she gave me before we could sex up again, the condition that it would only happen if we started dating.

Locking my door was the first priority then I flipped my shirt to where I didn't know. I kept her pant carefully by the side though. Then our foreplay began, she was always ahead of me in that aspect. Before I could drop properly on the bed, she was already on my dick, hounding on it. I pulled her up from there, I had better ideas.

I grabbed her lips with mine and licked it dry and then went for her rounded boobs, unpacking them from her bra and handling the nipples like they were some radio tuner. I massage the massive jugs and my dick went harder while she moaned and called my name in a way that turned me on the more.

My adventurous fingers found it's way down to her belly button and screeched to a brake at her coochie. They slopped down and went into the hole like some snake, she jerked and pinned my hand against her clit. I made a few thrusts with my fingers and would have replaced them with my dick if my phone didn't ring.

We both peeped at the screen of my phone, probably to find out the intruder that was trying to mess up this lovely moment. Chinaza's picture came up on the caller screen. I had to pick because she could give you 20 missed calls and still continue.

"So this is how you are, eh Chinecherem?" she shouted on the phone.
"Chinaza how am I?"
"Just because of a little quarrel, you decide you won't call me again abi?"
"Shebi you said I shouldn't call your phone again?"
"You didn't even ask if I was joking," she replied and I smiled.
"So you are missing me?" I asked.
"No I'm not, I'm on my way to your lodge shaa, that's why I called you, keep something for me."

The phone went dead before my brain could process the information she just dropped. On her way to my lodge could be that she was at the gate or already at my door.
Dj Khalid's [h2]ANOTHER ONE[/h2] kept ringing in my head. I was about to get caught again and I didn't even enjoy anything.

Eva just stared at me, she probably heard the call. Her problem wasn't that she was on her way over, her problem was that she just remembered the condition she gave me before we could have sex again and the fact that my girl just called in the middle of our fun wasn't helping matters.

She left before Naza came tho. But then, why was it hard for her to believe that she could be the one I'm really into? Although it was a lie, but how would she know.

And oh, I just remembered, the my quarrel with Naza was because she bluntly refused me a groupie with her friends on her birthday. I was drunk when I asked though.

But was that really insignificant?

The Ace Comedia "Bovi"  took to his snapchat to reveal the negative side effects of the lives people live.

The turn up in support of Efe of Bbnaija was held at both Lagos, Abuja and South Africa.



Images below..

So I was going through my fb groups and I came across this one with the name MEME massacre.



A picture of a black Indian guy was uploaded to the group and this lady wasn't impressed and had to shade Indians, it was damn funny but the clap backs were savage.


In her words

Do Cute guys exist in India? 

Well this didn't go down well with the indians in the group. So she got it hot. Not like she was bothered tho because she kept replying.

Try your brother, recreate game of thrones. 

Savage!!

Meanwhile, the fast rising star under Davido's record label has released another song Shade. 

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The white fluorescent light emanating from the tube lit the room brightly enough and every detail in it could be seen clearly. The clock on the wall chimed 4pm, the little sound from the alarm was followed up by Oscar's voice.
"Chill bro, there's got to be explanations for all these"
"There's no fucking explanation for it, how do go about explaining something like that, Williams, who was supposed to be dead turns up alive and that's not the main deal, check it out, he turned up in a black Mercedes, the same make of car that kept coming for us until Maria and Joseph" he chocked a little and continued "until they both died from it all, what the fuck was he doing in there and by the way, what the fuck is he still doing alive?"
He didn't wait for an answer to his question, he kept pacing around the scantily furnished room like he had been doing for the past couple of minutes since they came back from the shootout.
"You are supposed to be dead too, you know?" Oscar said and Jaycee paused in his march around the length and breadths of the room.
"This is different, you know that Oscar, this is different" he said, pointing his finger at him to drive home his point.
"How is it different? Because you survived long enough for Nancy to get to you?"
"So? what's your point?"
"You don't think someone must have saved him too? Remember, were you able to see his body after the shooting at the Town Square, no?" he asked rhetorically and adjusted himself on the seat to continue "Since there was no body, it could be possible someone took him away, maybe to hide him from the police just like you are hiding now," Oscar explained, looking up at him from where he sat and shifting his gaze to Nancy who sat at the other end of the room, she kept mute, staring at the blank wall, lost in thought.
"And that someone owns a black Mercedes Benz, the same fucking car that kept coming after us?"
"Could be a coincidence," Oscar replied with a shrug.
"A coincidence? 3 Mercedes cars, all black with tinted glasses, firing shots each time they show up is no fucking coincidence, here in St Mathews, that's what we call a gang and I'm proposing that fucking Williams is part of that bloody gang."
"And you are saying he actually was in the plan to get you all killed?" Oscar asked with an expression of disbelief all over his round face.
"Since he's been alive all these while and kept away from all of us, I'd say everything is possible, I won't be surprised if he was also involved in Pops and Mom's death," he commented with a smug at the side of his face, Oscar scoffed and fell back on his seat.
"This is all incredible," he gasped
"Baby come and sit here." Nancy called out to Jaycee for the first time, he obeyed and walked over to her, she got up and sat on the arm of the couch, making way for him to seat on the chair.
"Just don't get worked up, I'm very sure we will figure it all out soon," she said and rested her head on his shoulder.
"The Donatti family," Oscar muttered and smiled, Jaycee shot a gaze at him followed by Nancy "I wouldn't be surprised to hear a knock on my door and open it to see Joseph and Maria smiling back at me."
"And our parents too, God, it would all be so perfect," Jaycee murmured with a mix of sadness and smile on his face and an eyes that portrayed his wishful thinking.

August sat at a corner of the 2 in 1 sofa to the audience of Jaime, Kate and Janet. He switched his gaze from one person to the other with a frightening boldness glaring out of his eyes.
Janet observed him with pity all over her face. Deep inside, she was glad he had taken care of Terry, a feeling she dared not express in the presence of her parents. Anything to keep a smile in that little face he had come to adore was welcomed to her.

Jaime stared continuously at the little face besieged by anger and vengefulness, he tapped his feet on the floor waiting for replies to his questions which he was repeating for the third time.

"August, why did you attack Terry?," he asked for the fourth time, August moved his gaze from Jaime's face to Kate's and back to Jaime.

"I wanted to kill him," he blurted out, shocking Jaime and Kate. They exchanged glances, Kate's lips went a few degrees apart and she swallowed hard, Jaime maintained his composure and sent his attention back to August.

"Why?"
That was all he could ask, all his time as a cop, he had never seen so much hatred and anger in the words of a little boy as he had seen in Augusts.

"He bullied me, he punched me and insulted my family, I wanted to kill him for that!" he yelled out without pause.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier on about all the bullying?"
August blinked several times and that was all he did. He had no reply to that question, even if he asked a hundred times.

"Go to your room, both of you, I will call you back when I need you."
He was out of words and had no knowledge of what to say next. August got up from the chair and moved in the direction of the room, Janet held his hand and they both walked out of the parlor. Kate flashed Jaime an I-warned-you look and moved to seat beside him on the table.

"So what now?" she asked.
"I really don't know, I have never known anyone so young that ever had such bitterness in his heart."
He stared at the blank wall, lost in thoughts as he spoke.
"I don't know what you want to do next, but we sure don't want him in our family, he's a bad influence for our daughter,"
Kate relayed her fears and Jaime nodded.
"Right, but where do we send him? He has no body," he said and put a hand on his forehead, scratching at it.
Kate kept mute and the parlor was silent for a while before Jaime spoke up again.

"I think I will be sending him to Harry, he needs a change of environment," he said, looking at Kate for her opinion.
"Your brother?" Kate asked and he nodded slowly.
"Better, just get him out of our lives, Janet's still too little to be around him."

Williams dropped the phone on the table and rubbed his palms together in an effort to generate warmth. He looked at Carlos who was fiddling with his mask and staring back at him, a smiled passed the corner of his mouth and Carlos shook his head.

"How did you know Jaycee was still alive?" Carlos asked him. He smiled again and heaved himself on the sofa facing the table and Carlos.
"I just guessed, his body wasn't found remember."
Carlos nodded and stared at him wide eyed.
"The girl, Nancy, she wasn't found."
"She is none of my business," Williams replied, looking into space.
"So what now, are you going to kill Jaycee?" he asked and Williams shook his head slowly and thoughtfully.
"No, was never my idea in the first place, and he is my brother too, that would be too cold blooded."
"What next?"
"Nothing for now, I just need to be sure that August is fine," he said with a dent of sadness in his eyes.
"He should be, he's with a cop, he is fine," Oscar assured and he nodded.
"I don't like those midnight visits to the graveyard, I don't like them."