....Time stood still.................
It was as if i was out of my body and viewing all these as a spectator...
Makanaky raised up his hand to cover his face as if the hand would deflect the shots,he opened his mouth but no sound came out of it,he was too 'scared to be afraid'.
The attacker's face was somehow virtually connected to the gun because he squeezed his face the same time he was squeezing the trigger.
I thought to myself, is this how its gonna end,just a blast from a gun and a life is snuffed out......i remembered a saying that ''guns don't kill people,people kill people'' which literally means if a trigger is not pulled people won't die.
'you must be very dumb'...a voice spoke in my head
'so you think if he finishes off Makanaky ,he won't turn the gun towards you?.....asked the voice
I thought it was a voice but rather it was i ,soliloquizing ,trying to rationalize what could be the chain reaction of what i was about to witness.The murder of a full human being and me standing there as a witness.
These american movies dey make person sharp sometimes o.....my mind don analyze and pieces the whole scenario in micro seconds.
I closed my eyes shut,waiting to hear the squeal of Makanaky as the bullet would hit him point blank.I could not bear to watch.....
'oh fuck shit'.....the attacker swore loudly.
I heard a dull click, i opened my eyes quickly, the attacker was battling to recock the gun........
THE PISTOL HAD JAMMED!!!!!!!!
'mooooooooveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!........i shouted at Makanaky .
I spun around and took off with Makanaky close on my heels with a refreshed vigour...i knew the main gate would be under surveillance ,i decided to risk taking the back of the school where there was a footpath that led to town
As we ran through the hostels,through the sports field ,through the motion ground towards the fence.....
in my mind i was like....what just happened?
'haaaaaa Makanaky oogun!!! ,oogunnnnnnnn!!'...................(juju)...
Thursday 25 September 2014
Chance or Destiny......Part 4 Continues........
...I froze........
Makanaky was wearing a nice blue Tommy Hilfiger polo top and a sea bleached jeans on a brown moccasin shoes and with his 6 feet frame he was an attractive young man and also a cool guy to relate with but that day seemed to be his last day on earth.
Am the kind of person that don't judge people based on association but by the content of their character that is why it was always easy for me to relate with the muslim brothers (alfas),the christian brothers and sisters ,the efikos (nerds),the NFA(no future ambition) and even the dagbo guys.....
Makanaky staggered out of the exit,he was soaked with blood ,a broken bottle was on his left hand,he stopped momentarily like someone that was disoriented and obfuscated.Our eyes locked for seconds and it was as if it was questioning me,asking for help.
Meanwhile the gun shots had already caused chaos because all the students were running helter skelter,students were trying to rush out of the SUB and since the other 3 exits were manned by the attackers the fourth unguarded exit was easily the way out.
Three students rushed out of the exit almost at the same time and one of them knocked Makanaky down to the ground,he dropped the broken bottle as he hit the ground.The three guys did not stop.Serious shouting was still going on in the SUB.
All these happened in moments while i was still standing there undecided,i moved sharply towards Makanaky as if i have just been given a shot of adrenaline,i did not know what i was doing but apparently i just wanted to help him on his feet because i could see he was weak.I was like 4 steps to him when suddenly one of the attackers burst on to the scene with an automatic pistol in his hand.He wore a hooded top and of average height,he was dark and had slit eyes and death was written all over his face.
I stopped instantly and we were locked in a 3 dimensional stare..........the attacker looked at me then looked at Makanaky.........i looked at Makanaky then looked at the attacker..........Makanaky looked at the me then looked at the attacker.............
The attacker lifted his hand and pointed the gun at Makanaky and squeezed the trigger.........
.
Makanaky was wearing a nice blue Tommy Hilfiger polo top and a sea bleached jeans on a brown moccasin shoes and with his 6 feet frame he was an attractive young man and also a cool guy to relate with but that day seemed to be his last day on earth.
Am the kind of person that don't judge people based on association but by the content of their character that is why it was always easy for me to relate with the muslim brothers (alfas),the christian brothers and sisters ,the efikos (nerds),the NFA(no future ambition) and even the dagbo guys.....
Makanaky staggered out of the exit,he was soaked with blood ,a broken bottle was on his left hand,he stopped momentarily like someone that was disoriented and obfuscated.Our eyes locked for seconds and it was as if it was questioning me,asking for help.
Meanwhile the gun shots had already caused chaos because all the students were running helter skelter,students were trying to rush out of the SUB and since the other 3 exits were manned by the attackers the fourth unguarded exit was easily the way out.
Three students rushed out of the exit almost at the same time and one of them knocked Makanaky down to the ground,he dropped the broken bottle as he hit the ground.The three guys did not stop.Serious shouting was still going on in the SUB.
All these happened in moments while i was still standing there undecided,i moved sharply towards Makanaky as if i have just been given a shot of adrenaline,i did not know what i was doing but apparently i just wanted to help him on his feet because i could see he was weak.I was like 4 steps to him when suddenly one of the attackers burst on to the scene with an automatic pistol in his hand.He wore a hooded top and of average height,he was dark and had slit eyes and death was written all over his face.
I stopped instantly and we were locked in a 3 dimensional stare..........the attacker looked at me then looked at Makanaky.........i looked at Makanaky then looked at the attacker..........Makanaky looked at the me then looked at the attacker.............
The attacker lifted his hand and pointed the gun at Makanaky and squeezed the trigger.........
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Friday 19 September 2014
Chance or Destiny....Part 4 Continues.....
.......These three guys came in through the main gate,swift and calculated movements,they passed Kran kran and i noticed that he turned back to look at them ,probably disappointed that they actually passed him without shaking him which he was used to.
They moved quickly towards the SUB with their hands in their pockets,i could pick out their faces and they did not look familiar, i didn't really know all the students on campus but at least i would have come across them if they were from my school.
Importees!!! no doubt....that was the word used for students that come from other schools to carry out a 'HIT'.From rumours on campus ,i knew the Eiye confraternity and the Mafias have been at loggerheads for a while but at that point i couldn't wrap my head around their mission.
Then it hit me!!!!.........Makanaky!!!!!!!
Makanaky had to be the target,he was like Eiye confraternity numero uno,as soon as i realised this.I saw these 3 guys split up,each o f them went to 3 different exits and from my mental calculation,they made a hash of it because the SUB had 4 exits.Their intel was wrong.I also heard from the grapevine that there was suppose to be a kind of peace talk,then that explained why Makanaky showed up in school that fateful day.
I took all this in within moments, maybe the Hadley chase i was reading had actually made my mind alert to stuffs like this,i never could really tell.
'U sabi those boys?'.........i turned to ask Simpori,i could see he had his eyes on them too.
'I no sabi dem o,maybe dem find babe come.....he replied
'na for SUB dem go come find babe go? abi u don smoke igbo?'....i retorted angrily.
'Jojo abeg free me,no finish the cigar now'.....
Angrily i gave him the remaining cigarette ,no use arguing with him,he was probably too high to comprehend.
I was tensed ,i knew something was going down but i did not want to panic,i controlled my breath and took short fast intakes.
All of a sudden ,i heard shouts coming from the SUB ,arguments kind of shouts,i stood up immediately.
'abi dem don dey fight for SUB?.....Simpori asked nobody in particular.
I gave him a caustic look.
'guy,e be like say igbo dey worry you,na go i dey so'....i had had enough of Simpori..
KPAU!!!!.........i heard the first shot
All the while that i thought Simpori was high,little did i know that his highness was recoiled potential energy.We both heard the gunshot at the same time but his reaction time was 10 times faster than my own,while my brain was still figuring out the best way to take,Simpori brain went into overdrive.
From physics,light should be faster than sound i guess,well that day Simpori was faster than both light and sound.
He zoomed past me before i could react,as i gathered my strength to boost my speed, i looked towards the last unguarded exit ,.......and ..then at that very moment ..........i saw Makanaky..............
Words come alive: Chance or Destiny....Part 4 continues....
Words come alive: Chance or Destiny....Part 4 continues....: 'u don chop them die abi,jojo'....Makanaky teased me 'gboju! cut hand no be god now,mekao ba chacha'....i replied him.........
Thursday 18 September 2014
Chance or Destiny....Part 4 continues....
'u don chop them die abi,jojo'....Makanaky teased me
'gboju! cut hand no be god now,mekao ba chacha'....i replied him......blind men don't gamble
Makanaky was a cool dude and very friendly so it was always difficult to relate him to cultism on the campus,especially the babes,well one thing they did'n know was that Makanaky was one of the most dangerous individuals on campus.
He laughed and entered the SUB with four of his boys.
As soon as i sat down at the abe igi,i removed my James Hadley Chase novel titled 'this way for a shroud'.I like reading under the tree because of the fresh breeze,i took out my last white london,lit it then took a long drag and began reading.
'Jojo,you and Hadley Chase sha'......
I lifted up my head and standing before me was the Longest serving 'inmate' of the University,according to gist and gossips,Kran kran was suppose to be a medical student but one way or the other he had refused to graduate,he was on his 9th year as a student.
'Kran kran,iwo lomo o,na the novel i dey use de relax o'...i replied him
'You help me see Kestar'.......he asked me
'i see am for morning for gate side,where dem dey play snooker'...
'omo,i need to buy weed o'.......Kran kran replied
Kestar was the Drug Baron of the whole campus,if you wanted to get high on any drug,Kestar was your man.Kestar claimed to be a student but we all knew better,he dresses up and carried a rucksack bag as if he has lectures to attend while half of his bag is full of different kinds of drugs starting from indian hemp,gum,codeine..e.t,c.If you have the money and you want to get as high as a kite then you had to speak to him.
I watched Kran Kran start to move towards the gate,greeting everybody like a politician ,Kran kran was so popular that it basically takes him forever to get to wherever he is going because he usually ends up shaking everybody he meets on his way.
I dragged on my white london slowly and went back to reading my novel....
'jojo,make i fifty that white london now'........my friend Simpori
'omo,you no fit meet am o, na my last card be dis'.......i tried to dissuade him
'I hear say u chop them for board now,make we buy cigar'
'for where,na bash i dey o,dem scatter board now'
'anyway,i set for the claro o'..........said Simpori ,refusing to give up
I was still turned towards the gate ,i could still see the reclining figure of Kran Kran,...the moment simpori diverted my attention was the moment i saw them...........
'gboju! cut hand no be god now,mekao ba chacha'....i replied him......blind men don't gamble
Makanaky was a cool dude and very friendly so it was always difficult to relate him to cultism on the campus,especially the babes,well one thing they did'n know was that Makanaky was one of the most dangerous individuals on campus.
He laughed and entered the SUB with four of his boys.
As soon as i sat down at the abe igi,i removed my James Hadley Chase novel titled 'this way for a shroud'.I like reading under the tree because of the fresh breeze,i took out my last white london,lit it then took a long drag and began reading.
'Jojo,you and Hadley Chase sha'......
I lifted up my head and standing before me was the Longest serving 'inmate' of the University,according to gist and gossips,Kran kran was suppose to be a medical student but one way or the other he had refused to graduate,he was on his 9th year as a student.
'Kran kran,iwo lomo o,na the novel i dey use de relax o'...i replied him
'You help me see Kestar'.......he asked me
'i see am for morning for gate side,where dem dey play snooker'...
'omo,i need to buy weed o'.......Kran kran replied
Kestar was the Drug Baron of the whole campus,if you wanted to get high on any drug,Kestar was your man.Kestar claimed to be a student but we all knew better,he dresses up and carried a rucksack bag as if he has lectures to attend while half of his bag is full of different kinds of drugs starting from indian hemp,gum,codeine..e.t,c.If you have the money and you want to get as high as a kite then you had to speak to him.
I watched Kran Kran start to move towards the gate,greeting everybody like a politician ,Kran kran was so popular that it basically takes him forever to get to wherever he is going because he usually ends up shaking everybody he meets on his way.
I dragged on my white london slowly and went back to reading my novel....
'jojo,make i fifty that white london now'........my friend Simpori
'omo,you no fit meet am o, na my last card be dis'.......i tried to dissuade him
'I hear say u chop them for board now,make we buy cigar'
'for where,na bash i dey o,dem scatter board now'
'anyway,i set for the claro o'..........said Simpori ,refusing to give up
I was still turned towards the gate ,i could still see the reclining figure of Kran Kran,...the moment simpori diverted my attention was the moment i saw them...........
Friday 5 September 2014
Chance or Destiny....Part 4 Continues......
Did i say chacha (poker) was 20 percent skill? ok..let me rephrase that.....chacha is actually 17 percent skill and 3 percent ojoro(cheating),thats right.
I looked at the faces of the guys in the game,Walata,Sido and Ak,all seasoned professionals....
Who said there was no honour among thieves?well Jeffrey Archer the writer might be right but there was certainly honour among gamblers.Once you are able to carry one of them along,your ojoro is secured.
I had to wait for my turn to make the move and at the same time i must be sure not to get caught by the onile (moderator) if not i would have to pay the due fine or lose my turn.
'Onile ,help us get white london now'......i said to him..in a way trying to discharge him.
'Bring money.....na una 2nd hand una dey go so ...'.....he collected the money from me and stood up.
In a twinkle of an eye i quickly stole an ace card,hid it in my palm then looked up to see if anybody noticed.Sido gave me a knowing look.Bam!!!! there is the honour.
Sido knew that i know that he knew that i know that he knew!! now ,all i have to do is try to win with it and set him out in the next game.
'Do my book,Walata !!' ....i shouted at Walata......wanted to get it over with before Onile got back.
' cool down now Jojo,how you want am?'...Walata asked
'Flush board'...chacha ,rotate and compensate,remove the guguru from their mouths and put in my mouth...........i replied trying to psych myself up.
Walata flushed the cards and dealt the rest.....
I checked my cards,i had another ace which means i can declare adasi(jackpot) and collect all the bets,thats like N600 naira at once,then set Sido with another N200 naira,well it was better than nothing.
'Adasi chop board!!!!!'..i declared ......tendering my cards and clearing the money at the same time.I quickly dropped the card i switched with the rest of the cards stealthily.
'Omo na wa o,una just dey use adasi chop person for this board,me i go count the cards o'.....Ak started to protest.
'Count am now,your own card loss'.....Sido quickly jumped to my defence....correct guy.
Argument quickly broke out,it was Walata and Ak versus Sido and i.
'wetin dey happun now'........onile had returned ...
'Jojo dey steal card now'.......Ak reported.
'Who dey steal card,which kind level be dat?.....i began to protest
'Jojo ,u don come again o,na why i de say i no want wahala o,infact we dey burst this board to reconvene in one hour''s time,make allman go sort himself out.'........onile gave the final order.
Everybody dispersed ,i settled Sido,watched a bit of snooker checked my pocket for my pack of white london
'Chai,na only one remain o.make i go smoke am outside ,dem no go allow me enjoy am'...i thought to myself.
As i stepped out of the SUB to go and sit down at abe igi,i bumped into .........Makanaky!!........a top officer in the Eiye Confraternity....
I looked at the faces of the guys in the game,Walata,Sido and Ak,all seasoned professionals....
Who said there was no honour among thieves?well Jeffrey Archer the writer might be right but there was certainly honour among gamblers.Once you are able to carry one of them along,your ojoro is secured.
I had to wait for my turn to make the move and at the same time i must be sure not to get caught by the onile (moderator) if not i would have to pay the due fine or lose my turn.
'Onile ,help us get white london now'......i said to him..in a way trying to discharge him.
'Bring money.....na una 2nd hand una dey go so ...'.....he collected the money from me and stood up.
In a twinkle of an eye i quickly stole an ace card,hid it in my palm then looked up to see if anybody noticed.Sido gave me a knowing look.Bam!!!! there is the honour.
Sido knew that i know that he knew that i know that he knew!! now ,all i have to do is try to win with it and set him out in the next game.
'Do my book,Walata !!' ....i shouted at Walata......wanted to get it over with before Onile got back.
' cool down now Jojo,how you want am?'...Walata asked
'Flush board'...chacha ,rotate and compensate,remove the guguru from their mouths and put in my mouth...........i replied trying to psych myself up.
Walata flushed the cards and dealt the rest.....
I checked my cards,i had another ace which means i can declare adasi(jackpot) and collect all the bets,thats like N600 naira at once,then set Sido with another N200 naira,well it was better than nothing.
'Adasi chop board!!!!!'..i declared ......tendering my cards and clearing the money at the same time.I quickly dropped the card i switched with the rest of the cards stealthily.
'Omo na wa o,una just dey use adasi chop person for this board,me i go count the cards o'.....Ak started to protest.
'Count am now,your own card loss'.....Sido quickly jumped to my defence....correct guy.
Argument quickly broke out,it was Walata and Ak versus Sido and i.
'wetin dey happun now'........onile had returned ...
'Jojo dey steal card now'.......Ak reported.
'Who dey steal card,which kind level be dat?.....i began to protest
'Jojo ,u don come again o,na why i de say i no want wahala o,infact we dey burst this board to reconvene in one hour''s time,make allman go sort himself out.'........onile gave the final order.
Everybody dispersed ,i settled Sido,watched a bit of snooker checked my pocket for my pack of white london
'Chai,na only one remain o.make i go smoke am outside ,dem no go allow me enjoy am'...i thought to myself.
As i stepped out of the SUB to go and sit down at abe igi,i bumped into .........Makanaky!!........a top officer in the Eiye Confraternity....
Wednesday 3 September 2014
Chance or Destiny....Part 4 Continues......
Suddenly i felt a pang of hunger so i strolled to one of the kiosks in the SUB to get gala...
'Jojo Natty,kilombo?'...said a voice over my shoulder...
i did not bother to turn ,everyone knows who uses that phrase 'kilombo' , formed by one of the best hustlers i know in school,there are hustlers and there ar hustlers. If u have 2 cigars ,this guy would hustle one from you,if you have 1,he would hustle half from you even if you have half ,he would still hustle the 'claro'.He was that good.
'Jamisi, Fregene'.......i turned to address Fregene....enlighten me.
'oomo,buy me one white london now and i go tell you Micheal Jackson real name'
'ele yi lo tun gbe wa ,Frege'...asking him if this is the latest hustle.....
'gbabe e,Mj na yoruba boy o'...Fregene insisted....
I did not want Fregene delaying me because from where i was talking to him ,i could see one of the players preparing to get up and i wanted to move fast so i can get a chance to play.
'oya ,oya .....buy 2 white london,i get change there'....i quickly told him so i could move along...
'Wasere Jojo natty,anyway Micheal Jackson real name for yoruba na Mukaila Jamiu.'..
'babanla weere ni e o ,Fregene'...i laughed and moved on.
Poker was 20 percent skill and 80 percent the ability to read the expression on the faces of the other players,you have to observe subtle signs and movements from them ,to give you a good reading of the game.If you have a bad hand you could still play for a tie.Its more of a mind game.
I got to the table ,Jabar just lost all his money and was about to exit the game.
'na me dey play now'...i quickly announced my arrival.
'For where ,no be now now u just dey come'.....the onile (moderator) challenged me.
'me ke,i don dey here since o,ask Fregene'.....i lied and at the same time looking around for Fregene to support my story but of course Fregene was busy hustling someone else.
'u get luck say Jabar don crash,sha enter ,i no want your wahala Jojo'....onile finally gave me the go ahead .
'omo fi yen le,which wahala'.......as i adjusted myself on the bench.It was a 4 man board and the stake was N200 per hand.
The next hand dealt the cards, everybody on the boards kept a poker face ,i checked the cards in my hands.
'Yeparipa!!!'...i shouted......
Why u dey shout now,u no know say na hot seat you dey'...Jabar was poking at me...
The only good thing is that the rest of the players won't know if i was selling dummy to them or that truly my cards were bad.That was the fun...
'Why i no go shout,i get 8 shaka,8 diamond,7 spade in front of 2 keys followed by a 9 diamond...........i thought to myself.............i don enter one chance.....
'Jojo Natty,kilombo?'...said a voice over my shoulder...
i did not bother to turn ,everyone knows who uses that phrase 'kilombo' , formed by one of the best hustlers i know in school,there are hustlers and there ar hustlers. If u have 2 cigars ,this guy would hustle one from you,if you have 1,he would hustle half from you even if you have half ,he would still hustle the 'claro'.He was that good.
'Jamisi, Fregene'.......i turned to address Fregene....enlighten me.
'oomo,buy me one white london now and i go tell you Micheal Jackson real name'
'ele yi lo tun gbe wa ,Frege'...asking him if this is the latest hustle.....
'gbabe e,Mj na yoruba boy o'...Fregene insisted....
I did not want Fregene delaying me because from where i was talking to him ,i could see one of the players preparing to get up and i wanted to move fast so i can get a chance to play.
'oya ,oya .....buy 2 white london,i get change there'....i quickly told him so i could move along...
'Wasere Jojo natty,anyway Micheal Jackson real name for yoruba na Mukaila Jamiu.'..
'babanla weere ni e o ,Fregene'...i laughed and moved on.
Poker was 20 percent skill and 80 percent the ability to read the expression on the faces of the other players,you have to observe subtle signs and movements from them ,to give you a good reading of the game.If you have a bad hand you could still play for a tie.Its more of a mind game.
I got to the table ,Jabar just lost all his money and was about to exit the game.
'na me dey play now'...i quickly announced my arrival.
'For where ,no be now now u just dey come'.....the onile (moderator) challenged me.
'me ke,i don dey here since o,ask Fregene'.....i lied and at the same time looking around for Fregene to support my story but of course Fregene was busy hustling someone else.
'u get luck say Jabar don crash,sha enter ,i no want your wahala Jojo'....onile finally gave me the go ahead .
'omo fi yen le,which wahala'.......as i adjusted myself on the bench.It was a 4 man board and the stake was N200 per hand.
The next hand dealt the cards, everybody on the boards kept a poker face ,i checked the cards in my hands.
'Yeparipa!!!'...i shouted......
Why u dey shout now,u no know say na hot seat you dey'...Jabar was poking at me...
The only good thing is that the rest of the players won't know if i was selling dummy to them or that truly my cards were bad.That was the fun...
'Why i no go shout,i get 8 shaka,8 diamond,7 spade in front of 2 keys followed by a 9 diamond...........i thought to myself.............i don enter one chance.....
Monday 1 September 2014
Chance or Destiny....Part 4.....Starting
I was angry.........
I could not put a finger on the reason,maybe because of the many If's...
what if i had dated Salewa....
what if i had not helped Wahedi...
what if Wahedi had been vindictive.....
what if,what if ,what if.....
I felt like making some calls, ...ohhh shoot!! my phone had been stolen.I had a sudden craving for nicotine,i opened the glove box looking for my pack of B&H.I dipped my hand in,it was not there.
'awon weere yi tun ji cigar mi'....these mad men even took my pack of cigarettes.
Dexter had to go!..that is about the only 'person' i can vent my anger on,he had become very popular enough for Wahedi to recognise it,it could have had another outcome.Am calling the dealer first thing tomorrow morning,i should get a good price for him or i can sell it to one of my colleague at the office,he has been asking me for a while.
The queue was moving ever so slowly but i was no longer in a hurry,i locked Dexter crossed to the other side of the road to get some cigarettes from the Aboki,i was giving every person i met a second look,can't trust anybody again!.
I should stop smoking i said to myself ,at least i was no longer very active as per sports again.I smiled to myself as i remembered one occasion back in the university that i was saved by a stick of cigarette.
My university back then had two campuses,one was on the permanent site and the other was called mini campus,all the science students were on the permanent site campus and the rest of the disciplines were on mini campus.
And of course all the babes were located on the mini campus so it was not odd for you to always see guys from the permanent campus coming to chat up girls and generally hang out cos all the fun was there.
I was inducted into the abe igi hall of fame by Kpanpa, Kpanpa and i were high school friends and we met again in the university and he was already a campus veteran.anyways that story would come up some other time...........Lol
I was a poker player in school and you will mostly find me in the SUB (Student union building) gambling after classes.All gamblers are under a universal law to keep the peace but once in a while a sore loser could start up trouble but we usually die it .
This particular day,i had finished my lectures on time and i had some money i thought i could double so off i went to the bus park,T.J just paid me for the shirt i sold to him so i was quite buoyant.
'know when to hold,know when to fold ,know when to run away.....'.....i whistled away Kenny Rogers song
I got to the campus ,chatted with some few guys ,checked on a babe and proceeded to the SUB.....
Game was already on....................
I could not put a finger on the reason,maybe because of the many If's...
what if i had dated Salewa....
what if i had not helped Wahedi...
what if Wahedi had been vindictive.....
what if,what if ,what if.....
I felt like making some calls, ...ohhh shoot!! my phone had been stolen.I had a sudden craving for nicotine,i opened the glove box looking for my pack of B&H.I dipped my hand in,it was not there.
'awon weere yi tun ji cigar mi'....these mad men even took my pack of cigarettes.
Dexter had to go!..that is about the only 'person' i can vent my anger on,he had become very popular enough for Wahedi to recognise it,it could have had another outcome.Am calling the dealer first thing tomorrow morning,i should get a good price for him or i can sell it to one of my colleague at the office,he has been asking me for a while.
The queue was moving ever so slowly but i was no longer in a hurry,i locked Dexter crossed to the other side of the road to get some cigarettes from the Aboki,i was giving every person i met a second look,can't trust anybody again!.
I should stop smoking i said to myself ,at least i was no longer very active as per sports again.I smiled to myself as i remembered one occasion back in the university that i was saved by a stick of cigarette.
My university back then had two campuses,one was on the permanent site and the other was called mini campus,all the science students were on the permanent site campus and the rest of the disciplines were on mini campus.
And of course all the babes were located on the mini campus so it was not odd for you to always see guys from the permanent campus coming to chat up girls and generally hang out cos all the fun was there.
I was inducted into the abe igi hall of fame by Kpanpa, Kpanpa and i were high school friends and we met again in the university and he was already a campus veteran.anyways that story would come up some other time...........Lol
I was a poker player in school and you will mostly find me in the SUB (Student union building) gambling after classes.All gamblers are under a universal law to keep the peace but once in a while a sore loser could start up trouble but we usually die it .
This particular day,i had finished my lectures on time and i had some money i thought i could double so off i went to the bus park,T.J just paid me for the shirt i sold to him so i was quite buoyant.
'know when to hold,know when to fold ,know when to run away.....'.....i whistled away Kenny Rogers song
I got to the campus ,chatted with some few guys ,checked on a babe and proceeded to the SUB.....
Game was already on....................
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