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Adanna: The Mysterious Aba Girl || Brouhaha In The House Of God || Brouhaha In The House Of God 2: 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 In The House Of God 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 In The House Of God 4: Die Another Day || Brouhaha In The House Of God 5: Judgement Day || Brouhaha In The House Of God 6: Political War ONGOING STORIES
Tarasha || Endless Tears || 7 Days || The Hole In The Wall || Behind Her Veil || Married || Maimed Soul || Belinda 2 || I Fell In Love || M.A.R.Y 2 || There And Back On Time 3 : The Shadow Chase || Is It A Sin || Is It A Sin 2 || Is It A Sin 3 || Isabella : In Love With A Mermaid || Once A Lover || There And Back On Time 3: The Shadow Chase || The President Son And I : 2 || Fierce || Ownets Adventure || Brouhaha in the house of God 7: Retaliation || Apocalypse: The Second Coming || The Heart Of An Assassin || M.A.R.Y 2 || Murica 3: The Forbidden kingdom || Adventure Of Tanaboy || Act Of Faith Season 3 || Isabella Season 2 || All In The Name Of Love

26. Auswiess Bitte

The two Polizei officers wrote our names

down from the ID cards we had

produced.

They were trying to advice us; A

Camerounian and a Sudanese not to fight

again. They reminded us that we came

from the same Africa and that if we

fought again, we will be thrown into jail.

John bighead had pulled me out of the

phone booth and started pushing me. I

was no match for him, so I avoided doing

anything that could warrant a punch

from him.

Somehow, someone had seen him

pushing me and called the Police.

The green and white German police car

had abruptly stopped near the booth and

John had somehow managed to fake a

smile to show them that everything was

alright. They had shouted ”Ausweiss bitte

(PASSPORT PLEASE) (Ausweiss is

Passport or ID card in German).

We had produced the temporal ID cards

from the Camp.

They made some calls to the camp and

confirmed that our names existed in

their database.

After the advice, I left John and walked

alone to the Camp. When I got to the

gate, the little man at the gate swiped my

ID card for authentication as usual and

asked why I was fighting outside. He had

not seen us, so I wondered how he

knew. I told him that we were only

practicing African martial art; whatever

that means.

He allowed me inside.

I went to Joshua to ask him to warn

John. I threatened to report him to the

authorities if he ever came within

10metre radius of me again.

I also reported to his other two friends.

That evening, three new people had come

to Camp. Two Nigerians and a

Camerounian. The Camerounian guy was

posted to my room since I was a

Camerounian while the other two

Nigerians were given a new room. Their

names were Joe (we called him KINDER)

and Mike. They claimed to have come

from Sierra Leone.

Mike was a huge guy with a lot of

muscles all over his body, so I

approached him first to make friends

with him. I needed a bodyguard. John the

Bighead was definitely going to pay for

pushing me.

I took Mike and Joe to my room after

dinner and told them the rules in the

Camp.

We became friends. I also told them what

was happening between me and John;

Mike assured me that he will warn John.

That was the best news I have heard in

camp since John was stalking me. John

was a security risk for me all because

of a girl. He could unknowingly blow our

covers if I didn’t take precautions. I had

figured out that the only price he had

wanted was to relinquish all claims and

rights over the ownership of Agnes;

which of course was not going to

happen; NOT after I had tapped that extra

ordinary piece of flesh cunnt just once.

Two reasons made things clear to me.

One was that it was left for Agnes to

chose who to date in Camp; I can’t just

chicken out due to fear of John. It was

her right to chose her boyfriend. A RIGHT

I was interested to protect.

* Solomon the wise human right activist,

sent by Mother Africa to Europe to

protect its women from dangerous

oppressors such as John. Attaboy*

Secondly it will take military men with

armoured tanks, RPGs and AK-47s to

scare me away from that heap of fresh

flesh between Agnes’ legs. No” John can’t

scare me away. At a stage, I even

thought that I had seen and been to

Germany, if it meant going back home

because of Agness, fine.

*Silly thought, but human minds were

made to consider every possibilities*

About 11pm, we slept.

The following day was a Sunday. The mall

was closed, so we couldn’t buy beer. I,

Agnes, Joan and the kid, Mike and Kinder

walked to the amusement park near the

Eisenhuttenstadt River. We sat in the

sand and drank a bottle of whiskey we

had bought at the petrol station. We also

threw breads to the ducks floating all

over the water. The pigeons also came

and played with us. It was a lovely sight

watching the birds perch on your arm

without fear. I recalled that it was that

kind of scenario that the Jehovah’s

witnesses told us heaven looked like. It

was a confusion galore as I witnessed

heaven while on earth. I wondered if John

was hiding somewhere in the bush

waiting for me to wonder in there to

pee. The presence of Mike was assuring

but his presence was also unsettling to

me. I had seen how Agnes looked all

over his huge biceps and even made a

few references to it. I was alarmed. I had

also made the decision of not inviting

Mike on our subsequent meetings.

Surprisingly, this talkative Mike had

remained so calm and gentle throught

the picnic. Danger alert!

If John had to break my head because of

Agnes and due to my jealousness, so be

it.

At about Noon, we went back to camp. It

was time for lunch, which promised to

always be the best of the three meals.

That afternoon, we were served chicken

with beans. It was a protein Sunday

according to the German chef whom I had

made my friend.

Agnes and Joan had brought plates from

their hostel, so they took theirs back to

hostel while me, Mike and Kinder

devoured ours in the dinning hall.

A football game was coming up

tomorrow between Africans and Arabs.

The winner will play Asia and the winner

will play a local selected team from

Eisenhuttenstadt, our host city.

There was practice that afternoon, so we

went to the field after lunch. John the

Bighead was our captain. Captain Ghadafi,

self acclaimed. I decided to concede that

position to him anyway just to balance

things up a little bit.

I was the goalkeeper which meant that all

the ladies was standing behind me. There

were other girls I had not seen or

noticed in Camp…. Pretty girls from

Cameroun, Liberia, all over East Africa

and even two from Edo state Nigeria.

They watched us as we practiced all

afternoon.

I made mental list of potential camp

mates out of them. I calculated about 7 of

them who completed my list of to-do-in-

Camp to 10.

The only goal against me was scored

while looking at the long slim legs of

Melinda, the South African Model; It

wasn’t a competition aftrall, just a

training.

In the evening, I was minding myself

under one tree when Melinda the model

walked majestically to my spot.

‘Hey Goalkeeper what’s up’ she said.

I answered her and get down to

business immediately.

”Do you know that you are the most

beautiful girl in this place” I asked.

‘ I know’ she said and laughed.

‘ Since I was the best, why are you

fvcking Agnes’ the question alerted me

instantly.

*In situations like this, I usualy kept quiet

for a few seconds to manufacture a

fitting answer*

I bent down and smiled for ten seconds

before saying

”How did you know that”

I wanted to find out what she knew

before deciding whether to deny or

agree.

”She told me” she said.

*Damn, the truth was from Agnes

herself, the stream had gotten dirty from

the source*

‘ You see” I began.

”it wasn’t my intention, only that I made a

bet with some guy. He boasted that I

couldn’t get Agnes” I said.

” a bet, you mean with Johnny” she said.

” yea, I agreed without second thought.

*Who else could it be*

She had taken the bait and it was a one

way story then on.

My story assured Melinda that it was

her that had caught my eyes from day

one.

I told her how it was difficult to approach

her for the fear of her refusing my

request etc.

She stayed with me under the tree for

over an hour until the dinner time. I had

wanted to visit Agnes to get my boxers

but she was in her menstrual period. If I

had gone to get it, nothing could have

happened, so I let it remain there for the

time being. It was probably safer there

since it could have been stolen from my

waist.

After dinner, Melinda showed up again in

front of the male hostel, she was looking

for me. A Camerounian guy had come to

call me. When I got down she asked me

to stroll outside with her. All the black

pairs of eyes were on us as we went

behind the dinning hall and sat in a

concrete bench fixed on the ground.

She started story about how she was a

top model in one School in Durban and

how she had come to Europe with a

South African contingent on a pageant

competition. She had bolted from their

hotel and sneaked into Germany in the

night. She figured she had a better

chance of success in Europe.

Her stories was good but I was only

interested in one thing; the pleasure

park between her legs.

Darkness met us at the scene and it was

a perfect venue for what I had in mind.

She was telling me about her boyfriend

in South Africa when my hand

accidentally brushed past her bosoms. It

was a deliberate action, so I didn’t

apologise. I waited for her to complain

but none came so I took it as an

approval.

My hand found the bosoms again and

this time, it wasn’t in a haste to leave

that soft apples.

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