Pursue am',
'No let am run'
'Hold that boy'
'If u let am run'
'Thief' 'ole' 'catch am' the mob chanted as dey pursued a young man in his mid 20s.. With all manner of weapons.His blood stains left a trail as d pursued gave dem a run for dier money.The culprit scampered all and about trying to locate d perfect hideout.Full housewifes locked dier doors.. Shop attendants padlocked their buglar proofs.He knew he couldn't run for much longer... He had a huge stab wound on his stomach... The end was near.
Ekechukwu ran as fast as his legs could carry him...his vision partially blurred courtesy of d showers of bottles broken on his head.. If only he knew.. But ryt now wasn't d time to think... It was d time to run... His adrenaline levels we're soaring... He knew d mob... Everybody knew aj's principles and dis was 1999. D year recorded with d highest amount of jungle justice casualties in Nigeria..if he was caught.Then it wud only take a few minuites before he was before he wud find himself reciting psalm 91 wit d angels in heaven... Dat is if he ever got to heaven.. He ran wildly.. Christiano ronaldos speed was a childsplay to his current pace... Takin d link between to major roads he got to a seemingly quiet street.. Without looking he dashed in and ran into a young boi in a bright school uniform.. Tired, dehydrated and bleeding out.. He whispered 'save me' and fell down.. Motionless.
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It was a peaceful morning... Great weather, cozy atmosphere, superb and suprisingly noiseless... Even nepa co-operated with nature to bless us with full current light... I woke up dat faithful morning.. Positive and vibrant as ever.. Ready for d days activities. This was the 4th of april 1999.. The day I would write my 1st paper of d dreaded SSCE exam.. Choi... I was anxious.. I checked d time, it was 6.45.. I quickly rememberd dat ours was 15 mins late... Jumpin up from d couch dat served as my bed I immediately ran to fetch water to book a space amongst d long queue of people waiting to bath.. In d 2 half hazard bathrooms dat served the entire compound... I immediately took my bath, wore my already ironed uniform and rushed my breakfast..
My mother even saw my enthusiasm...and wondered if I was really dat positive...
'Finish ur food slowly' 'no dey chop like person wey just come bak from prison' she chided.. I ignored her and finished d food, took my file containing my documents and my writing materials and dashed out of d house before my mother could say jack wilshere..I knew she wasn't happy but hey! I was 16..hotblooded and sturborn.. I greeted mama Nkechi my nextdoor neighbour and d woman with d biggest Bottom God created ever...she replied flimsily.. I didn't care... I was just cross checking my documents... Wen I bumped into a young man wearing a juventus fc jersey with more blood dan I av eva seen... Soiling my uniform.. And falling me down in d process.. His last words we're 'save me' then he shut his eyes.. A mob was getting close... I calculated d repercussions and looked at my time it was 8:27 am and my paper was for 9.Confused and afraid, I rose to flee leaving the wounded man to his fate... D more I tried to get him out of my mind.. D more his face and plea plagued my thoughts... I left him der... Lifeless as quick as my legs could carry me... As soon as i got to d junction of my street, I saw a mob of angry looking men all around d ages of abt 20 to 40 years of age.. Wielding weapons like knives, broken bottles, and cutlasses.. I knew for sure I had to act.. I ran back to we're he was a moment ago...
We're I left him almost lifeless.. To my utter dismay, I couldn't find him there anymore.. To make matters more confusing, the trail of blood had dissappeared!
''Blood of jesus''... ''Which kind mumu tin be dis na'' I hissed annoyed at his disappearance, shrugged and walked away...
When I got to school I was already 10 mins late for d paper.. Due to my past good behaviour and the blood on my uniform (which I used to claim an accident), I was allowed to write the paper...D paper was agric science.. One of my favourites den...but I couldn't concentrate...2 many thoughts clouded my brain... ''Where did he go?'' ''How did he leave dat place in such a little amount of time?" He fainted na...
"Did he see my face" surely such a notorious criminal would remember me.. For leaving him in such a dilenma...God! What av I gotten into?
"15 mins to go" the fat pot bellied invigilator shouted... I quickly rounded up my papers, submitted and left...
As I was going home, seemingly downcasted, I met my french teacher ascending d stairs in an opposite direction...
"Good afternoon ma" I managed, trying hard to conceal my mood..
"Good afternoon precious" she replied...
"What's d matter?"
"Nothing ma"
"U don't look too well..."
"And u have blood stains all over your uniform"
"Ma I......"

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Come with me and tell me exactly what happened" she said with a tone of assertion... I merely followed her in humility...
When we got to her office, she sat down and asked me to sit beside her on a cushion.. As I sat down, intuitively I took a good look at her...
Mrs evelyn was everyboy's dream.. She was fair.. Very fair.. She had an average face, and massive watermelons on her chest.. Complemented with a flat stomach and a flat Bottom to match... All d boys in my class always loved french.. Even tho it was not a compulsory course we loved to see her french bosoms..
"Talk to me precious"
"What happened to you"
The innocence in her voice, coupled with d closeness and serenity of d environment made me forget my ordeal of d day.... My heart beat fast and I didn't no wat to say...
"Talk to me!"
"Ma I fell from a bike" I lied through my teeth.. I was sure she cud read me...
"Is dat y u had all dese stains on your leg?''
"Pele my dear... Dats awful. All dese okada people sef"
As she spoke, her watermelons bounced with her..
If only I could touch d hem of her bosoms I thought... My Attention was evident... And large reflecting my thoughts...
As if she knew my mind she stood up and said..
"Take of ur trousers and lemme see your wounds"
My mouth dropped wide open..
"Take it off!"
"Ma I...."
"Oh for christ sakes take it off.. What do u av der dat I avent seen before?"
She practically took of my belt and my zip flew down before I could cover or reduce my Attention, and standing before her was a my rod.. Erect and curved like 100 naira roasted plantain(bolli).. The silk boxers I was wearing didn't help matters...
I looked at her..
She looked at me...
Then my dick...
Then me....
I cud practically hear her heartbeat rising...
I don't know wat came over me (konji na bastard)..
I practically dived her.. Gulping her entire mouth in 1 single kiss..I kissed careleslly, like the learner I was... She kissed me back! As I kissed her, I felt her hand round my dick... Touching it lightly at first, den stroking it.. I felt emboldened.. I reached out of the twin towers of jericho..held dem in my hands like eggs of life.. I pressed and pushed.. She responded with an "uugh".. I knew I was doin something nice.. She slowly pushed me on the cushion and in 1 swoop motion I felt her lips engulf my dick...
I couldn't phatom d feeling.. It was sweet mixed with bliss...
Slurpy sounds mixed wit my moans rent d air...I begged her, pleaded wit her to stop...(Even tho I didn't want her to).. She kept on sucking.. "Aargh" yeeeeeeeh" "jeeeesus"
Tears were wellin up on d side of my eyes. She suddenly stopped...I opened my eyes thinking she was annoyed with me for moaning too loud..I opened my eyes to see her spread her legs without a panty on... She was fair to d bone... Even In ha Kitty-Cat.. 2 words I heard "Bleep me"...
I didn't think twice...
I fumbled all around her Kitty-Cat tryin to find d hole until I mistakenly found it and plunged fully...
We both gasped as her Kitty-Cat muscles enveloped my rooster..it felt like we're I was supposed to be... Instinctively I moved out and went in.. Slowly at first, then picking up pace.. I looked at her.. Her melons allover d place and abundant... I was bleeping her and for real.. I was now a big boy... I looked at her face. She was looking at me sternly...pleasure all over her...speaking words I couldn't understand...in and out I went.. In unision and love.. Then I suddenly felt a sweet urge to urinate.. I wanted to hold it but could not.. After about 6 thrusts, I let out a loud moan and dumped my sperm in her... She immediately jumped up.. Shouting..
"Jesus dis small boi""
"U no use condom Bleep me u still wan pour inside me"
"U dey madt"
As I tried to respond, the vice principal, d dreaded DR mrs busola emerged.. It was just den we remembered that we didn't lock the door''Goodness gracious"
"What is going on here". She asked with vivid fury, fully aware of my rooster and tryin to close her eyes..
I couldn't speak... I just stood there; exhausted, embarassed and ashamed all at once.. My french teacher wet with my cum and her juices quickly adjusted herself, but her melons we're too big to hide inside her bra..
''Evelyn, I am utterly dissapointed in you"
"You should be ashamed of yourself" "taking advantage of a young, innocent boy like this"
"I will deal with u later".. Eyes wide open in utter disgust she turned to me..
"As for you... Report straight to my office"
"Let's see what your mother would say about this".. As she said those words, she exited the room..
Tears flowed down my eyes freely... I was frustrated.. What started as a good day, had turned out to be something awry for me..I picked up my bloodstained trousers... Too weak to say anything and too ashamed to look into my teachers eyes.. I left..

I didn't bother to see mrs busola. There was no need.. I knew she would judge me.. My conscience already judged me.. I remembered the advice of my dad, my mum and my uncle... All stout members of deeper life.. Choi.. I remembered how I use to read d bible for the entire skul wen mrs busayo preached..my reputation, my christian swag, all gone for a morsel of meat..
"Hmmmm"
"Sweet meat" I thought.. Afterall, I enjoyed it.. And If I was to be reprimanded for d sex, it was worth it...
As I got to my street.. I saw people gathered in front of my compound.. I thought it was concerning the blood stained young man I saw this morning.. I was eager to hear wat was happening.. But as I approached the house I heard familiar voices of the regularly fighters MR and MRs fidelis anyaegbunam...
These 2 were perfect examples of cat and rat... They fought over everytin.. From eating money meant for school fees to a TV remote.. Der was no reason for dem ti fight.. But they did...
'Papa Nkechi' as he was fondly called was the protagonist.. Slim and lanky.. Dark with big eyes and funny walking pattern... Peaceful and jovial until he gets home to meet his wife.. His wife salome was his opposite in every sense of the word... Plumpy, fair with the biggest, I mean the BIGGEST behind in d world..den we used to call her backassi pennisula..rumour had it that she had an insatiable appetite for sex.. But I didn't believe it.. The fighting was getting intense
"Salome u will leave this house today"
"Which house? The 1 I pay d houserent or the 1 u only come to sleep in?"
"You are a witch"
"slowpoke! Stewpid man"
They went on and on... And people after trying fruitlessly to quench d fire, left dem to their tussle..
I quickly shook blessing's hand.. Blessing was my original street paddy and most reliable street informant..
"Oboi wetin dem dey quarrel for again na?"
"Me I no no o"
"Dem say I'm husband come catch am dey finger her self"
We both laughed hysterically..
I excused myself and quickly took my leave..
As I got to my room.. My heart pounded.. What if my mum had been told? Wat is my fate?
"Precious!!"
"Come here at once"
That was a familiar voice...
It was my mother's..I woke up suddenly!! My heart pounding like a traditional drum, sweating profusely like a lamb for sacrifice.. I lookd at my sorroundings.. There was no light, everywhere was noiseless except the incessant noise of mosquitoes...
"Thank God say na dream" I hissed
"But which kind mumu dream be this 1 na?"
It was so real.. Like a 3D movie I had dreamt that I was being pursued by a mob.. Everybody in that mob I knew.. Making it all surprising @ their attempt to catch me.. I ran blindly till I came to a familiar spot.. My street.. I felt relieved as I entered the street, I slowed down.. Turning to my right, I saw a plank flash towards me and instantly felt pain on my head.. Accompanied with blood...I fell down... Weak to move..the next tin I saw was a sharp cutlass wielded by the blood stained criminal I had abandoned yesterday.. Then I woke up...
I checked the time... 21 am.. I sighed, yawned and stretched concurrently.. I rolled over and adjusted my boxers that was already tainted with a spot of accumulated urine.. I walked briskly to d door half awake and half asleep.. Opened it and went outside.. The air was chilly and dense.. I staggered my way to d backyard which housed the 2 toilets we shared..I opened d door of 1 and entered.. Brought out my dick and started pouring out 'govt water'.. The backyard was particularly quiet.. Quite distant from d house and somehow eerie..
As I urinated, I reminisced on my dream.. And the activities of the day before.. Mrs busayo hadn't called my mum.. Because all my mum did yesterday was to scold me for not washing dishes! Dat was a relief.. But y? And what happened to d criminal dat I abandoned.. As I thought, I didn't know I had finished urinating and was holding my di.ck semi turgid in my hand.. I quickly gathered myself to reality wen I saw a figure holding the door of the toilet...
"Eheeen, na wa o precious wetin u dey do for here na?"
It was a familiar voice..Mama Nkechi.. Or salome as she loved people to call her..
"I.. I just dey pi..ss" I managed to mumble...
I noticed she wasn't looking @ me becos.. By now her torch has flicked on.. And I cud see her eyes we're focused on my dick..
"Shuooo.. Dis boi u don big o"
"Small pikin of yesterday"
"See as ur prick big like remote"
She entered d toilet and pushed me against the wall...
"Today u must Bleep me well or else I go report u give ur mama"

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Nice story