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Hi guys, In Don Jazzy's voice, I'm back again.

I went through the literature section and it's dry as hell. So I carry my wahala come here.


It's been a freaking long while since I wrote anything. Procrastination has put a permanent marker on my ass.

Every time I set date to start a story, something comes up, e be like say village people no wan just gree for me.

Na why I just vex start the story impromptu.

Note, I'll be making each update very lengthy, so you don't have to worry about short updates and I need y'all to do for me is avoid quoting my main chapter posts, trust me, it isn't funny scrolling down a long update twice just to see a line of comment, so kindly avoid triggering my mood, it's very fragile.



Just as most of my story threads, this is an original story, only names and locations are slightly altered to maintain the characters privacy.


This is gonna be a freaky wild ride so sit at the edge of your chairs as I take you on a wild run.


I'm not gonna tag nobody so that some of my loyal folks wouldn't feel offended if they didn't see their names, I treat everyone, new or old equally.

But feel free to tag your friends and buddies so that they wouldn't miss out.

NB: this story would go swift as it comes, so early readers have an advantage.



Finally, as a very wicked man, I ain't dropping the first chapter until the thread goes to page 2, so feel free to play around as y'all like.

Please don't bring no tribal or political shit on this thread.

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WALAHA COMPOUND!!!
By
PETER UDUAK





ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.




PROLOGUE

Where exactly should I start from?
Exactly from when village witches struck down my street's transformer mysteriously.
Why do you think I blamed village witches, or should I say street witches that relocated from my village; it's because during an emergency meeting called the next morning between power holding company staffs and my neighborhood folks, majority voted against contributing money to buy things needed to fix the toasted transformer.

Election season was near so they mostly agreed that they patiently waited for one unfortunate politician to come for campaign.

"If Baba no buy them new Transformer, Shi-Shi vote will not come from that 'Angwa' (area)"


What do you think my position of view was? Unfortunately, I wasn't in town when my friend for area told me of the latest developments. If I was in that meeting, I'll have disrupted it like certain politician.


So down the drain went my perfect life. I was jolted back to darkness. My area had everything that no area in that town had; easy trek-able distance to the market, banking activities, you could access almost every other neighborhood easily and best of all 24 hours electricity. Only two other neighborhood had that privilege in the whole town, and those were high brow areas where top shots resided.

A big politician emerged from that neighborhood so he gave them steady electricity as electoral package, so your guess is good as mine why they didn't care one bit about fixing the transformer. Tell me this is not witchcraft.

One woman was even celebrating that she wouldn't pay light bills for the next six months or more, the pain in my heart could taste the joy in her voice.


As days went by, my depression increased, it was like being stuck between the devil and the deep blue sea. Either I remained put and outwait the dark situation or pack back to the side of town where power supply was between 4-6 hours per day.



Then like a ray of light, I got help from literally my next compound pal.

Kelly and I barely saw except during our smoking sessions in "Mumsy" palm wine t.
We called the bar woman 'Mumsy" because she was always on the lookout for you as long as you patronize her steadily.
All Mumsy siblings owned palm wine ts round town so they always alerted each other if law enforcement agents are on the prowl.


For some reasons I told just few of my squad in that t that I was house hunting, preferably in any of the other two neighborhoods that had steady power supply, but that evening I was drunk and blabbing like a wet chicken about not being to get a simple one room accommodation when Kelly turned and said he had a house in the neighborhood I was looking for.


I turned to look at him like he had gone mad, like this was someone I sat with every other night, how didn't he know that I was house hunting?


A little bad news nearly dampen my mood for a minute, the house wasn't fully completed. I agreed to check it out the next day.

I took my neighborhood friend along with us to access the situation on ground.
Instantly I fell in love with the neighborhood, it was just directly opposite my former neighborhood but more developed and less noisier, my supposed compound was behind and between three houses so it was privacy personified.

The compound had five rooms, three were completed, one half done, the last one completely exposed safe for the roof.

The room I was checking out only needed flooring and painting, safe for a few more settings like electrical wiring and minor stuffs, every thing was done.

The only thing that pisses me off was the fact that the ceiling boards and parts of the walls were completed blackened.

Kelly informed me that the former tenants used that room as a firewood kitchen. They rented the whole three rooms so they converted the fourth to a kitchen, beats me why they didn't go to the last room without ceiling to cook instead, or use the kitchen attached to the room.

If you ask them now, they'll justify their actions by claiming that smoke would choke them too much if they light firewood inside the kitchen, at least the main room is more spacier.

Witchcraft Bonafide!!!



While I was brooding on the things on ground, my friend saw a nicer approach, he was an artist so he agreed to do the painting, Kelly was a mason so he agreed to carry out the remaining work while I provide money for the completion. Every check and balance would be settled from the rent.



I liked the idea but one thing that struck me was the fact that all the other three doors were locked. Kelly informed me when I asked that the rooms were all taken that same week but the owners were also yet to move in.

I smiled when he told me that they were all guys. Atleast I wouldn't have to deal with a female neighbor for no reason. I quickly made arrangements for the work to commence.


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When I got home, first thing I noticed was a line of garri that started just in front of my door as I stepped in, I followed it to the kitchen only to find out that almost all my food stocks were missing.

I ran back outside and stared at my padlock again, I was 99% sure that my padlock wasn't unlocked when I tried opening it, my window was still closed and no entry point from my ceiling. I just smiled and grabbed my blunt and lighter direct to Mumsy t.

Devil is a liar....


'House wey them never rob before(except the steady female shoes theft; this one na story for another day.)'

'Na when I wan pack in the next three days nai village people wan snipe me.'

I knew my enemy was very close but I was glad that they choose to strike when I was about to leave them for good.


Did I leave out the fact that apart from the steady power supply, my neighborhood was notoriously degraded.

It was a beehive filled with numerous ts which attracted all kinds of people, a male child that grows up in that neighborhood would certainly be a drunkard because from sucking stage, their mothers were steadily forcing gulps of local liquor down their babies throats, and the young kiddies seemed to enjoy it even more than breast milk, they'll start yapping when the liquid stops flowing.

A female child would already be sluting around before the age of 13 because almost all older females were either doing the same thing or worse, or trading liquor.

It didn't help that a useless religious ministry was in-between two palm wine ts. Yes I call it useless cause I've seen a girl that her dad brought for Deliverance walk in there and came out normal, but before they'll even get a bike to transport them home, the 'Ajenu' came back. Probably the demon sat outside the gate and waited for the girl to be delivered before resuming it's duties immediately she came out.

I watched the drama from where I sat in Mumsy t as the little girl's dad didn't bother to go back into the ministry, he stressfully dragged his gnashing daughter untop bike as they left.

Need another reason why I said the ministry was useless? 99% of it's hip comprised of washed out unmarried females, those that some of you would call 'an evening newspaper'.

Ladies that spent their whole lives doing whatever, would humble themselves and dress respectfully with big Bibles to come cry to God for husband.

Most of them also double as hoes in ts around, Incase their future husband fit dey drink and smoke too, no be only holy brother nai be their specs. Everyone is welcomed.


Legend has it that, as a single brother, if you mistakenly carry yourself to any of their meetings, more than half a dozen ladies would openly give you their number, if you mistakenly fill out your location on their visitors form, the number of church that would come checking.... Hmmm....


Of course I didn't test the theory even though I heard it from a reputable source because my life was already choked up with women, I wasn't planning to destabilize it even more by attaching 'desperate chicks' to my resume.

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On the D-Day, my landlord children were playing outside my room with some other kids while I tidied my properties.

I was shaking my head when the thoughts of how I move into the house floated into my head. I went from using borrowed curtains and mattress that later got seized by the owner because I stopped him from being my roommate.

I amassed so much properties that I was even dashing some out. Using my dad's relocation strategy, I filtered out everything that I could get easily in my new accommodation, at intervals I'll call each of the kids inside and gift them something.

When my family wan pack that year, my mother would gather useful but useless belongings, my dad would immediately pack them and burn, no useless properties fit follow am.



By late afternoon, I had packed everything into sacks and folds. It was almost time for my private tutoring class so I locked my door; securely this time.

I gifted the kids 'biscuit money' before leaving. Two hours later, I was back with high spirits, I had already arranged with a neighbor ing his water truck to convey my belongings when everywhere gets dark.

My landlord's daughter skip ed me as soon as I stepped into the compound, she was holding an empty bucket.

I wondered for a bit why she would go out to fetch water when there was a well they drank from right in the compound.

My padlock was still standing strong when I inserted the key, immediately my mood changed from joy to pure rage.

Every single bag I packed were widely opened, the thief thoroughly ransacked all my belongings and didn't even bother to rearrange them back.

As normal, every single of my food stocks and provisions were missing.

I was shaking as I quietly turned and locked the door behind me. The compound was eerily quite for a place I left over half a dozen kids playing.
I peeped outside the gate and no child was anywhere to be found, after some minutes I saw a little boy that fetches water in my compound.


He informed me that my landlord's daughter was seen up ahead, I promised him #200 if he captures her back to the compound.

He darted off back to the direction whence he came from and in minutes I heard childlike voices approaching the compound.

I met them at the gate, probably the boy I sent had informed other kids that a bounty was being offered on their captive head cause they were proudly dragging her along, one of them graciously held her empty bucket high up like a trophy.

Probably one or two parent might have enquired what she did, and they'll happily tell them; "one Uncle say make we catch her for am".

I dismissed them at the gate after paying the bounty fee, only my landlord's daughter followed me inside the compound.

"Madame, who come this compound when I comot?" I questioned her.


"I no carry anything, Uncle."

Before she'll say another extra word, a brain resetting slap landed on her cheeks. Her scream could bring down a ten storey building but I shut her up with another mouth shutting slap.


"Uncle, no be me enter your room, I go show you the children." She wailed.

"So you even dey when children entered my room." I asked before tearing her another slap.

My left hand held hers in a vice like grip so all her struggles were in vain. She immediately agreed to go show me one of the supposed thieves stayed.

The boy's mother was seated outside when we arrived, a small pool of adults and children followed us in amazements
Most of the adults were shocked to see me dragging along a girl of less than 12 as blood slowly ticked down her eye brow, I must have busted her face with just slaps, I was feeling even pissed off anytime whenever anybody tries to ask me what happened.

I knew that my landlord's daughter was taking me on a wild goose chase but I needed enough motivation to deal with her thoroughly.

the female slippers theft, I stated earlier; she was the culprit. That girl was a demon in person, she was the most naughtiest of all her siblings, her matter full area.

Despite that, she was the one I gave more belongings too when I was arranging my things.

The boy's mother claimed that her son had been home all day, and had just departed for church fellowship.
I thanked the woman for wasting her time before adding an extra back hand slap on the girl's cheek and dragged her back home.

My crowd of witnesses had tripled in number, even the boy's mum followed us to witness the unfolding drama.

I could hear them whispering behind me how the boy that literally makes no noise in the neighborhood is dragging a little girl around the neighborhood, I wasn't answering any other their questions either, only the horrific death stare I plastered on my face was enough to make everyone shut the hell up.

Back to the compound, the girl was still maintaining her innocence. But I was adamant that she knew what happened.

Some sections of the teeming crowd asked me to exercise Patience till her parents were back.

Which god-damned parents are those? Parents where the dad would leave home as early as possible dropping only #500 or less for his wife and 5 children's feeding.
The man closes shop by 6pm, then take the proceeds to a bet9ja shop, he doesn't comes back until his pocket is dry, most times he'll come back home, steals his wife money and goes back to stake on virtual football.
Funny thing, the man doesn't drink or smoke.

The wife was even worse, she was always starting and ending Business. Today she's frying 'akara', tomorrow she's selling 'Apku', next tomorrow she's selling firewood.

She was good in everything she did except the fact that she starts all her business with loan, either from LAPO or any unsuspecting victim.

Infact for two years, she literally borrowed money from my hand that most times I'll just give #500 to complete my house rent.

So as soon as her husband leaves home, she'll whine and nag loudly, comparing me to her husband, saying that I was spending for cruise a thousand times more than what her husband expects her to use for feeding all day long.

After nagging she'll abandon the children and land herself in a happening t half way across town.

Someone told me something about her but I didn't believe until I went to see for myself.

Lo and behold, there goes my landlady, rocking two matured men. Plates of pepper soup and bottles of liquor littered her table.

Funny enough she was buying drinks and plates of meat for people, then I wondered how a mother would leave her starving children at home to chill morning till night, acting like the world's richest woman.

She was barely at home because people she owed money kept coming to find her.


'LAPO sef tire for her matter',


I took the children like my younger siblings, because of them, I usually took my dishes outside so they could wash them for me for a fee, even running errands for me attracted special bonuses.

I started giving them food whenever I cooked when I observed the girl I was slapping going out to pluck wild vegetables just to make soup that would satisfy her and the last two siblings. The older sisters would go out immediately their parents leave, how they feed isn't a mystery to me one bit.



So when I said I wasn't in the mood to wait for any parents to arrive, I wasn't joking.

I insisted that I must search my landlord's house myself, a couple of people could follow me to ascertain my doubts. No one agreed to follow me.

I noticed one of the older sister peepping amongst the crowd so I asked her to me. She reluctantly ed me as I went straight to her parent's bedroom.


I didn't even need to try to hard, my two mudu of rice and half filled packet of seasoning cubes were placed on a small stool.

Immediately I grabbed them and went out but not without confirming from me sibling that followed me if the had something like that.

When I presented my rice to the teeming crowd outside, a huge murmur arosed as everybody started talking at once.

I walked back to the small girl, "where you get this rice and Maggi from?" I asked.


"Na one woman say make I keep am for my mama?" She replied, I followed with another anointed slap.
"Uncle no vex, na your rice." She replied.

Almost every one descended on her at once but I dragged her out of the melee.

"Oya go inside and bring out the rest before I continue beating you myself." I barked as my nerves were already at world's end.

She quickly ran inside and came back with only two items, a hot knock landed on her oblong head as she ran back to source for more items.

After plenty additional slaps and knocks, she has brought out a much as she could, even things I didn't know were brought out, imagine, even baking powder and scissors, this girl follow 'tiff am'.
I was shocked to find a foreign perfume amongst her loot, perfume that got missing months prior and I was suspecting one of my chicks, not knowing that the thief was right under my nose.

When I found out the bottle was even empty, I rained punches on the girl to the point that a certain lady dragged me to one side and used her massive mammary glands to pin me to the wall while pleading for me to calm down.

For the first time in my life, my manhood choose to cooperate, so it was blocking all the signal coming from those two erect nipples pinning my chest. Anyway it worked cause I calm down immensely.

I calmly asked the girl to show me how she usually had access and she showed me how her head could fit through my window burglary. All she had to do was slid open the window then navigate herself through the burglary.
The window is high, so she usually stands in a bucket. Her partner in crime would wait outside to receive the loot.




Everyone finally dispersed while I went to collect the truck from my neighbor. My friend from earlier came to help with my properties.

It took three bumpy trips before I finally finished.

I went back to my former compound, the landlord was around, before I would say a word, the man started apologizing profusely.

What he added next made me almost go nuts, "I see say you wound her near her eye, why you no break her leg or hand ? Wetin you do her na small thing, that girl matter don tire me. Don't worry I'll add more beatings before she sleeps."


I was shaking my head comically. I wasn't too pissed any longer. Atleast I recovered most of my foodstuffs and I got to pummel someone, it's been a freaking long while since I touched any female gender.
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I was so tired that I didn't bother to unpack anything, I only set up my bed stand and beddings. I already ordered take away so I needn't unpack for spoons and plates.

First thing first, I grabbed my blunt, lighter, bottle water, jam box and a chair outside.
I carefully went through the other three rooms, all were still locked but I noticed curtains hanging in second room, so I was pretty alone in the compound.

I sat near my door facing the ungated compound so that I could notice anybody coming.

When I was approaching cloud 9, I noticed two people walking towards the compound. I was slightly relieved when I noticed it was a male and female.

My intuition stated that one of my neighbor was coming home with his girl so I payed them no mind.

They stood near the first apartment, speaking in hush tones, my music was averagely blaring hip hop songs so I paid them no mind.

Due to how they were acting, I instantly knew they weren't from the compound. For a minute I thought I was invisible until the guy walked towards me while the lady sat down on a nearby brick.

I raised my head from my phone screen as he greeted me and grabbed another brick, placing and sitting next to me.
He asked to smoke my blunt but I gave him a new tie because I hate puff puff and not especially with a stranger.

Small talks followed as we introduced ourselves, he stayed around the neighborhood, a couple of houses away from mine. He kept blabbing until he summoned courage to ask me for a favour.


"Bros abeg, you go help me, that girl there na my babe, konji wan kill her but I no wan carry her go my house cause she sabi misbehave and my parents dey vex for her because she too dey drink...." He explained.


"Wait, so what's your problem exactly?" I cut in even though I've already decoded where the conversation was leading to.

"Eh, abeg no vex, but me and my babe fit crash for your side today?" He replied.

"Guy you don see me before?"

"No!! But you na my fellow man, na why I dey ask for favour from you."


"Do you know that I just moved in this night, I haven't stayed more than two hours yet. All my things are in the middle of the room, so there's no space for that." I informed me.

We spent the next minutes going back and forth, I wasn't having it. Even if my room was arranged, why would I allow two strange fellows to Bleep all night in my presence, isn't it crazy?


When I wouldn't bulge, he walked behind me to check out the last uncompleted room then came back.

"Bro, if you get mat, help me with am make I use this room."

I turned swiftly, "shebi you know that room has no doors or windows, you want to set food for mosquitoes?" I queried him.
"I don't even have mat, Senior man no vex, carry your woman back to her house. Make she hold the konji worrying her, she won't die." I added.

He stood lost in thoughts for awhile before thanking me once again, when he informed his lady of the situation on ground, she lamented loudly in disappointed.

As the left, I sat wondering how someone could come to a random house to beg for a place to have sex. Like have we no sense of shame anymore?

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Uduak the preacher son

Na so one guy carry girl on school uniform...
come my house sake of say my neighbor wey be em friend no dey around. Make konji kill both of them I no gree

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Na so one guy carry girl on school uniform...
come my house sake of say my neighbor wey be em friend no dey around. Make konji kill both of them I no gree

People dey mad, I swear.


The nerves to even try to ask a complete stranger for such a favour should be studied in the school of stupidity.

Happy Sunday y'all....

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Anyway sha, chapter 1 drops later tonight, make I go see whether Manchester United still dey kolo for brain...


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Make I drop quarter of chapter 1 first before United kill my vibes...


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Please don't mind all typos, my brain dey on overdrive mood coupled with the location wey I mount, noise/cruise wan fry my brain.

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CHAPTER I

~~THE BOYS~~



The next morning, I met my first neighbor.
Somebody was knocking on my door, so early in the morning. I would have ignored the knocking but I heard a very clear 'aboki' accent.


"Nepo, Nepo, comot make I see your pace!!" He hollered from outside.

I swung off bed and wore a pair of shorts before confronting the nosy person in front of my door.

"What the fûçk are you knocking so early for?" I said coldly.

The look on his face didn't show any anger or bitter reactions to my words, he was even smiling more broadly.

"Kai, Nepo, you na bad guy, see as your English sweet like American 'aftor'. Na me dey that second room, my name na Abu." He replied excitedly while reaching his hand for a handshake.

Immediately I took his hand, he leaned forward and used his second hand to push my door wide open.

"Guy wetin be your problem?" I queried, I tightened the grip of our handshake.

"Ah, ah, boss no vex, I wan see how you arrange your room?" He explained while trying in vain to withdraw his hand that I was already squeezing mercilessly.


Neighbor 2- Abu
State of Origin- Kano
Occupation- Motorcycle Mechanic


Abu was more muscular than I but I took the fist clinching by surprise so he didn't have time to react before wincing in pain.

Still holding his hand, I stepped out of my room, I was atleast a head taller.

"Come and show me your room." I said as he murmured along trying not to cry like a baby

I kicked his room open and smiled before leaving his hand. As he consoled his poor fingers, I stepped into his room. Abu's bed was so big that I wondered if it was 4 in 1.

I quickly grabbed a couple of soft drinks from his mini fridge before settling on the single sofa in the room.

"Your room is nice man." I said in-between sips.


"Na lie Jor, see the painting and design in your room, e better my own, see just your ceiling sef." The excitement in his voice returning.


"Your room paint ain't bad either, no dey whine me."


"Abeg who painted your room?"

"My friend."

"Give me his number, I go repaint my room again." He said.


"Are you for real?" Anyway I gave him the number then went back to bed.

Abu came into the town through the 'Almajiri' route. He went from picking up condemned metals to learning how to repair Motorcycles. Currently he owned his own Mechanic shop and had boys under him.

Unfortunately, his lack of standard education proved to be his undoing. He was always trying to keep up with modern lifestyle.

I call him the copy-cat neighbor. Anything he sees you doing, he'll immediately copy it or try to go one step better.

The most annoying thing about him was his useless act of badging into anyone's room, especially if the door is open, even worse if any girl comes visiting. He would knock on your door till you allow him greet your lady.

Later in the evening, you'll see the werey with a more hotter chick arm in arm smiling like he caught the world's biggest fish.

His lifetime Ambition; to füçk every single non-muslim girl in town. He doesn't touch girls from his religion. He doesn't mind how much the girl asks, he always SIMP full time, anyway, 365 days a year.


Whenever any girl outsmarts him, chop money without submitting 'toto', he'll come outside his door to lament like a lost soul.

I go just dey my room dey laugh.....

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Why you change your moniker sef, ABI you've chop long ban.

Howdy?


DeeScan your prayer don finally work...

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Enjoy....

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Neighbor 1 came with a bang.

I heard multiple voices hollering beautiful nonsense while approaching so I stepped out to see for myself.

"Who dey zuzu for this compound, senior man don show", a tall semi light skinned dude shouted, a couple of people walked behind him. The guy in front walking like the 'Lord of Ajasa'.

He unlocked his room and walked in after hailing me, I soon ed them. The men with him were workers, he still needed additional decor for his room.


Neighbor 1- SS(his name is the same with a certain Nigeria Musician).
State of Origin- Same state with one governor that embezzled over 80billion from his state.
Unsurprising, SS helped in causing commotion in the election that brought the governor to power.

Occupation- Gee Boy aka Yahoo Boy.

Former Occupation- Area thug/Petty thief/corn harvester/chief suspect when ever something gets missing in the neighborhood.
One time bar man, while also servicing some sweet oloshos.(Shebi even Erriga say, Ashawo sef get serious boyfriend.)

Side Occupation- slanging AZ on a low, actually he was full time on the job but then Yahoo happened and he started cashing out, but entering the drug trade ain't a business you just stop abruptly, so he was still dealing on a low.

Extra side Occupation- P.A to his Pastor in church. The pastor was a young 'bobo' like SS and he claimed to see visions but how he didn't see his own P.A as a Gee Boy or dopeslinger is still a mystery that I've solved already.


Ask me how SS juggles his different occupations and I'll shake my head feigning ignorance.


The best part of SS was that he was a dedicated church goer, he made me look like an unbeliever due to his dedication. If that boy starts speaking in tongues for you... Hmm....

30 minutes later, you'll meet him 'bombing'.


What I hated most about him was his constant show off. I wouldn't blame him though. Back then, he was always suspected of different petty crimes because surviving was hard and the company he kept were no good at all.
One time, they almost lynched him when he was caught bulging a household. Luckily his elder brother, a cop saved his ass.


He's one person that I could actually say; 'Binary' saved his life.

He was wise also, so he saved up and rented his own place, leaving his second elder brother that was managing with his family in a one room apartment.

That didn't stop him from splurging on himself, his clothes looked pretty expensive, his light skin was caused by steady bleaching, lemme not talk about his knuckles....


I asked him why he still chose to rent a house in the same neighborhood where he 'don cast'.

He told me that he wanted to show all the folks that thought he'll be nobody in life that they are not God.

SS bought the biggest sound system his money could buy, everyday blaring music so loud that I'll be feeling the beat on my pillow.
I tolerated that insane noise for awhile until Abu came into the picture, trust my 'Aboki' neighbor, he quickly ran to the market and got himself a big speaker, albeit less noisier than SS.

But double the noise was enough to rile me up. One hot afternoon, I was trying to sleep but my room was literally vibrating.

So I took my plier, starting from Abu's room, I cut a significant portion of his wire.

I could hear him groaning, 'Nefa why nah!'.

I tiptoed to SS and did the same, then run with full speed back to my room with their wires in tow.

Like I stepped into heaven, I slumped on my bed after locking my door. Since nobody was crazy enough to blare their speakers that afternoon, my neighbors never figured out my evil deed until late evening when heavy knocks rained down my door jolting me from my sweet slumber, I was rocking Nicki Minaj and Sexxy Red in mu dream.


Hahahaha, when I stepped out with my big Cutlass, both of them shifted back immediately.

I threw their wires at their feet. "Shebi una think say this compound na your papa own. Make una allow me dey follow hear my jam box nah, ABI na because I no get money to buy bigger speaker?"


That immediately doused the tense mood, they picked up their wires and even had the nerve to ask me for plier.

From that day, SS and I became Buddies....

Make I add one more quarter update for una.

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Therock5555:
Carndid.laydid

Why you change your moniker sef, ABI you've chop long ban.

Howdy?


Dee.Scan your prayer don finally work...

😂😂

Very long ban.....

But trust me iwill still follow you.. your write up always keeps me company when iam bored and ineed to laugh.



You and the other guy REALGBOY idont know where he disappeared to

Hi guys, that my police friend, FSO.

Homie just entered town, we don your like four locations, my brain dey touch like werey.


I go complete my chapter 1 tomorrow abeg, lemme continue my party after party 🎉🎉🎉