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Adanna: The Mysterious Aba Girl || Brouhaha In The House Of God || Brouhaha In The House Of God2: the guardian angel || Fucking With The Devil || My Woman My Everything || The Carpenter, The Witch And The Mysterious Mirrow || The Mysterious Twenty Thousand Naira || There And Back On Time: Germany Dilemma || Adanna 2 : Seeds of Adanna || Deji The Pool Boy || The Private Lesson Teacher || The Tales Of Ozila Laveda And The Bank || The Preachers Son || Adesuwa || There And Back On Time Season 2: Europe Wahala || Brouhaha 3: Road to hell ||Sex And The City || Fausat The Fish Seller || Who Love Me Most || Witches And Wizards || The Magnificent Brothers season one || Confession Of Funnab Yahoo Boy || Honest Illusion || Sex Robbery And Delivery Service || Once Upon A Nite Stand || My I.T Sexcapade || Murica My River Wife || How I Cherish My Sister || A Clarion Call To Confusion || Adanna3: The Sacrifice || Secrets And Scandals || The Magnificent Brothers 2 || Sins Of My Past || Diary Of An Assistant Girlfriend || Allen Avenue: Story Of A Call Worker || Cassandra || Church Rats || The University Prestos || The Curious Case Of Boda Meko || Dark Tears Of Babylon || An Ace For Oscar || The Coffin Of Errors || A Merry Chrismax || The Nemesis Of Daddy || Me And My Supernatural Girlfriend || The Road To Stardom || Three Days To Remember || || heart of a lucifer || Murica 2: How Do I Return || Three Days to remember 2 || Brother Paul || My Imsu Desire || Diana the mermaid || Belinda: tender beauty || The Darkest Hour || The Darkest Hour 2 || The Last Smile || Omolara's Faith || Blinkered || Behind Her Smile || Bukky Alakara ||Intermission: The Love ||The University Prestos || M.A.R.Y || The President Son And I || Abominable Act || In The Dark || Act Of Faith || Act Of Faith 2 ||Mr Rajas Daughter 2 || Shattered Dreams || Adanna 4: Unavoidable Nemesis || Brouhaha 4: Die Another Day || Brouhaha 5: Judgement Day || Brouhaha 6: Political War/a

“Ever since i saw you, i had been planning to tell you this, i like you and i would want us to be bla bla bla…’ the letter went on but the only thing that interest me was the hundred naira note she attached to the letter, which i gladly placed in my pocket for further notice.

 

“This girl dey claim say her papa get money abi, make she no worry i go help her chop am” i thought while looking at her and smiled. She thought i had agreed and she smiled back at me.

 

Before the church was over i had formed ghost mode and disappeared to my house, i did not send anybody to give me money abi.

 

“Uduak come make we go field go play ball” koko urged me that evening.

 

“I hope the boys are not big abi”i asked him.

 

He confirmed that they were my mates before i followed him and we started jogging round the field and later we were shared and started playing.

 

I had some boys whistling and were saying see babe, i turned and hey were referring to no other person than my queen; Mercy.

 

I was furious and jealous at the same time, and the kind spirit that came on that Chinese dude in shaolin soccer came on me and i felt the world freeze when i collected the ball it seemed like only i and mercy were left.

 

I started dribbling every opponent that came against me, it caused a stir and my fellow players started hailing me, i saw Mercy stood and was watching me.

 

I increase my nitro speed and beat the last defender, it was left only i and the keeper, he quickly remove his slippers and wore on his palms like oliver kahn, waiting for my shot.

 

I put every ounce of anger i could muster and shot the ball, it flew through the keepers outstretched hand and a that moment a car was passing through the back of the post and my shot ball strucked the side window which broke.

 

Instead of running around and celebrating my goal, everyone was running for their dear a’ss. I reached home faster than usain bolt ran his world record 100m race and locked myself. I prayed that God would help me that the person wont find my house.

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“Good morning sir, we are happy to see you, God bless you sir” the whole class greeted uncle sunny, our form master who came to mark roll call and teach us that period.

 

My version of greeting was different, only judith heard me and she nudged me and smiled., mine was a little silent to avoid getting into problem.

 

I said in my greeting; ‘who born you sir, we are angry to see you,God punish you sir’.

 

‘As you can see i did not bring my cane so i want all of you to respect yourselves’ uncle sunny warned us.

 

Uncle sunny was putting on a white collar shirt with black chinos trousers and black cowboy boots. And he balanced it with a gucci mane shades, maybe it was because of his big eyes that could give Segun Arinze a run for nollywood most biggest eyes competition.

 

‘Sir lets see your collar first’ he raised it up and true to his words there was nothing. We relaxed a little and made noise occasionally which he did not mind, until two students started shouting at one another concerning a missing book.

 

Uncle sunny warned them to keep quiet but they refused. He got angry and we were all waiting for what he was gonna do, then he put his shoes on someones desk and zipped it down and brought out his koboko.

 

‘Oya both of you come and lie down outside now’ uncle sunny had not kept his promise, he flogged the students and the rest of us kept our mouths shut.

 

‘Gling, gling, gling’ the school bell rung for closure and we all shouted and ran outside like mad cows, i was their leader.

 

What we saw made our legs freeze and we all scamper back into the class.

 

Uncle sunny was sitting outside our class, while marking some stuffs and his koboko was on the ground, when we came out his segun arinze’s eyes that looked at us was enough to make us run back.

 

‘who were the people that ran outside just now, come out now’ uncle sunny commanded with his koboko twisted around his hands.

 

We were all shell shocked and no one moved. My brain told me to come out be

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