A story written by Flow1759… If you missed part Twenty Nine, read it HERE!!!
For 30minutes, we continued having s’ex with the floor, i even had a h’ard on.
The person the robbers shot was still crying bitterly in distress, his/her voice was gradually diminishing, as if He not She was crying the last cry of life. “He” because it was a male voice. But who could it be?
“Flow! Flow!!” i heard Bigie called from outside. “Flow! Brainbox!! Make una come out, dem don go” i heard Tupac’s voice. I was convinced it wasn’t Tupac neither was it Bigie that was shot.
We came outside to meet a friend called “Mayhem”.
Mayhelm everywhere, “make una help oh!!” i heard a voice cried from the gate side, where Haruna’s cubicle was. “help oh!! Help me oh Chief is dying, Help oh!” Kate ran out of her room shouting. We divided ourselves. I, Brainbox and Man headed for Haruna’s house, while the rest went into Kate’s room to see what went wrong.
We got to Haruna’s room to meet a funny scene. Very funny!!
Haruna was tied to his wife with a rope. They were tied facing each other as if they were having s’ex, and Haruna was fitgety as if he was giving it real hard to his wife. I couldn’t help but laughed. “u dey laugh abi? Abeg make una lose dis rope comot for my body make i go shot those thief with my arrow” Haruna said. “why you no shot dem when dem dey tie you rope, na now wey dem don go u wan shot dem arrow?” Man said.
As Brainbox and Man was untying Haruna and Nkiru, i saw something on the floor, it looked like a roll of money.
Yes! It was money, i quickly picked it and pretended as if nothing happened. I was happy i would have the whole money to myself since nobody saw me picking it, so i tot.
After we had left Haruna’s room, immediately we stepped out, i saw what made me paused. My heart also paused.
Chief was carried outside, the same Chief that gave us money the other day. He was so f’at that Snoop, Bigie, Tupac, Tega and Kate was finding it difficult to carry him. He had been shot in the chest. A big hole was in his chest.
Althrough my school years, i had been seeing people shot in the leg or arm. But, that was the first time i saw someone shot in the chest. Omoh! No be film trick oh! No be super story! Na real.
My dirty mind swayed to something dangling in between Chief’s Boxers. His d’ick and his s’crotum was very big as if he had Elephantiasis of the s’crotum. It seemed he was about having s’ex with Kate when the robbers or rather the Killers came. His d’ick was rock hard. As if it was saying, “give me kpormoh! I want kpormoh!”. I wanted to laugh, but i dared not, because that was the wrong time to laugh. So i smiled.
I swayed my mind to the “kpormoh” area. The W shape in between Kate’s leg. The leggings she was wearing revealed the shape of her fleshy Honey well. My d’ick responded to the stimuli. Mehn! I felt droplets of something coming out of my p”enis, as if i was having premature e”jaculation.
“make una put am for motor” Man who was already at the drivers seat of Chief’s big Jeep said.
They all managed to enter the Jeep except I and Brainbox.
“why you dey smile?” Brainbox asked me, “no oh, i no dey smile, naso my face dey be if i wan cry” I responded changing my face gloomy.
“where the money wey u pick for Haruna room” Brainbox said as we got close to our room.
Oh my God!! How come he saw me picked the money. Maybe he had an invisible eye behind his head. BRAINBOX!!!
Darkness gradually turned to light.
After i gave Brainbox his share of the Money. I suddenly heard someone crying in Papa Ejima’s room. I and Brainbow rushed in to meet Mama Ejima crying.
“what happen na?” I asked Papa Ejima who wore a gloomy face. “abi u don use blow finish ur wife face? Ehnn Mr Mike tyson?” I almost said to him.
“MOPO beat my Mummy” Daniel replied. “how MOPO go beat your Mummy, wey ur Daddy wey be Boxer dey here, abi MOPO use that cane wey dey for center of him two leg take flog ur Mummy?” I almost told Daniel.
“MOPO was doing like dis on top of my Mummy” David said demonstrating what i interpreted as F”ucking. His Mummy had been F”ucked or rather r”aped by MOPO. Gallant MOPO.
“but dis MOPO dem wicked oh, see as dem r”ape dis fine woman, and her children dey look as dem dey r”ape their Mama, chei!! And i dey die for Mama Ejima oh” I tot.
I looked at Papa Ejima with pity and said, “shebi u wan kill Brainbox with heavy blow because him look your wife as she dey baf, why you no blow them the MOPO?” I never said that oh!!, my mind said it, i wan die? Unless i was Mohammed Ali that could stand the killer Punch of Papa Ejima.
“Mama Ejima, stop to dey cry, naso God want am” Brainbox consoled. What a way to console a r”ape Victim. I never knew my “condolence” would be worse than that of Brainbox.
“Mama Ejima, no cry. God wey put that kpormor there, no talk say na only Papa Ejima go dey chop am, sometimes e dey good make another person chop small of the kpormor” I couldn’t tell the kind of Devil that brought those words out of my mouth.
Before i finished saying the r’ubbish, Papa Ejima chased I and Brainbox out of his house.
As we ran outside with so great a speed, i accidentally hit my leg on a stone on the floor.
And i fell.
“God pls! If Papa Ejima go blow me, make e no be for my chest, make e be for my face. No, make e no be for my face, make e be for my leg” I was praying to God as i lay with my face to the ground. How on earth would Papa Ejima find nowhere perfect enough to give me a punch but my leg. Was that possible?
I turned to see if Papa Ejima was still chasing us. He had since stopped and had gone back to his room to nurse his wound. The wound that his ‘beloved wife” had been r”aped.
I thanked my stars.
To Be Continued…