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I gave her a half smile in thanks (her tight smile became a shy one) before stalking of in search of chiefs daughter....... As i approached the water tanks in the backyard, the carbonized pungent smell of burning pawpaw increased in density and intensity making mentally brace myself for the ensuing confrontation. True to the info Christina gave me, Ifeoma was there, but she wasn't alone. I approached the smoking quartet that was Ifeoma and her friends (or smoke buddies) with my trademark silent, stalking footsteps. Stopping a respectable distance away from the quartet, i cleared my throat, drawing the attention of the only boy in the group, who shot me a half lidded stare. "Any problem?" he asked brusquely. I was not impressed at his arizona induced bravado. "The party is over. You need to vacate the premises. Now". He gave me a once over (the girls had halted their conversation), before going back to his blunt. My stress levels were already high and i was in no mood to banter with a macho man feeling addict.

I fished out my phone once more, and opened my phonebook, searching for an all too familiar when the smell hit my nose. The smell of burning pawpaw permeated my nostrils like a subtle perfume making me halt my sourcing. There was only one person on the premises that had a taste for smoking arizona, and i felt my distress levels climb substantially at the thought of confronting her. The maid, christina, walked into the living room a half filled waste disposal bag in hand and a tipsy gait in her step. I guess even she couldn't resist the allure of nigh limitless alcohol. "christina?" i called as she went about picking up haphazardly thrown liquor bottles and cans, she looked up with a half lidded smile (no doubt already under the influence) "Sir?". Even her tone was slurred. "Can you tell me where i can find Ifeoma?" Her smile became tight and she began to shift from foot to foot, obviously uncomfortable with the question i asked. "I saw her at the tank side sir" she mumbled semi audibly.

His hasty response was confirmation enough for me. With an annoyed exhale, i interrupted his incoherrent defense, "that one concern you. Switch the generators, take another gallon of fuel, split it in two and pour one into the hilux and the other one into the sienna. Keep the remaining gallons inside the store." "Okay sir" "and Thomas..." "yes sir?" "if you make me call you back to repeat myself, you might not like my reaction." His timid affirmation was the last from him as i ended the call. The switch from diesel engine to fuel engine took place five minutes later, and served as a signal of sorts as chief came down from his study, thanking everyone from coming and bading them subtle goodbyes. I took a stationary position at the entrance, waving each leaving guest goodbye with an artificial smile (one that i had years to master) etched on my face, till the last guest had driven through the iron gates and Akeem gave me a thumbs up for confirmation that the last of them was well out of sight... It was showtime

Adedabs:
Hi there, I'm new at this writing stuff and i'm just writing for fun. Some of you might confuse the word "Ire" in the title as having another meaning and it's understandable since it's spelt ire( which means a strong emotion; a feeling that is oriented towards some real or supposed grievance, according to the dictionary) but this "ire" means goodness because it's a local language and can be used to name anyone either male or female and Ire can be the shorter version of "Irewamiri"- literally meaning goodness locates me. So I hope you enjoy this story. Your likes and comments will be appreciated. Thanks.
    The characters and scenes in the story are purely fictional.

Well?

... The basic rudiments of handling the staff in the villa ringing like a broken record in the dark recesses of my mind.
Keep it detached, emotion makes humans understand you, and once they understood you, they viewed you as an easy person, and more likely to test your authority. The gateman went silent for a few seconds, no doubt confirming from Thomas at the gate, before responding "him carry fuel oga" "how many gallons him carry?" "five sir". I nodded to myself in satisfaction (and slight relief), "open gate for am, then you give am phone". Over the speaker (and the room i stood in to recieve the call), i heard the metal bolt slide against the plates of the iron gate as Akeem let Thomas into the compound. A beat ed and Thomas' bass voice came through my cellphones speaker, "hello?" "take one gallon of fuel, fill the bigger petrol engine with it and switch engines..." "okay sir!" he replied hastily, giving me pause as suspicion washed over me. "you smoked" it wasn't a question, "no sir!" he shot back.

"wetin you dey find for here?" My tone was deceptively calm, hiding the vitriol being churned about by my rapidly souring mood. Regardless i had enough experience in handling the staff, losing my temper would be counter-productive. The driver froze mid-story, an expression showing that he knew that he was caught plastered on his face. He fumbled over his words, before shambling off in a drunken run all the way back to his living quarters. A barrage of displeased shouts and complaints from the audience were thrown behind my retreating form, but a hoard of complaining house guests were the least of my problems at the moment. With the imminent threat of a drunken (and likely comatose) staff already averted, my attention was already back to the most pressing matter at hand. The electronic ding of the gate alarm interrupted me from my routine check ups around the house, my phone was already ringing even before i fished it out of my pocket. "oga, na Tom dey gate oh" "him carry fuel?" i still kept my tone flat...

Despite the fact that drinks flowed like water, i kept myself in control and refrained from taking as much as a sip. I weaved and bobbed between the throngs of house guests that milled about the villa, a rising lump of distress beginning to beat with a steady rhythm in the back of my head as the awareness of the fact that the diesel engine had been running for the past twelve hours filled me with distress. It was time to switch generators, from diesel to fuel, but thomas wasn't back with the fuel yet. My mind conjured varying manners in which chief would react (none of them good) if the generator where to exhaust its gas supply and go off, serving no other function than to amplify my anxiety. I paused mid stride, worries temporarily shoved aside as a familiar voice wafted into my ears. My anxiety metamorphosed into annoyance as i saw Effiong, obviously drunk, with a bottle of beer in hand standing before an equally inebriated audience telling tales that i was at least 80% certain had no business with reality.

Sorry for the lateness. Glo sabi frustrate person

Not many

Do you think that the pieces of mekhane constitutes the 'flesh of a god' used in the augmentation of mobile task force tau-5?

8 times out of 10, the glamorous lifestyles put on display by the rich and powerful serves the function of an efficient smokescreen for the real muck and grit that constitutes the life of those enshrouded in lucre and opulence. I need to let it be known that i wasn't born into affluence. I wasn't born into agonizing penury either. My family was on the middle of the spectrum. In summary, we we're comfortable to an extent. I was twenty one years of age when i fell into the employ of chief uzodinma, that was four years ago. It was a jarring experience really.There i was, fresh out of the university wondering what next the world had in store for me and then i meet this pot bellied, greying and flat out drunk looking 50
something year old looking man in the bar i had come to celebrate my graduation. Long story short, i end up dropping off this old man via tricycle in his villa. The smell of the vomit that was deposited on my fanciest clothes (as at then) remains with me till date....

VivaLaFrans:
These are the books for sadists.... When there are alot of inspirational books and educative books available both in hard and soft copies to enhance the mind.

Thats a narrow minded conception you have there