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the preachers son (thirtytwo)

 

I sat jisting with my friends and i was oblivous to the fact that i had commited a henious crime.

 

I saw a shadow coming from my back but i did not bother to look who was it.

 

The next thing i felt was two hot spicy slap on both sides of my ear, which cause my ear to ring like a passing train. I was partially deaf but i heard her warning me never to try her again.

 

That day i learnt a bitter lesson and i have never tried touching a girl again.

 

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‘All of you carry your selves outside’ a senior shouted at those that were still in the class when the bell for Games was rung.

 

We all ran outside gleefully and everyone went to look for a partner to gist with or play various sports.

 

Judith wanted me to come with her but i knew what was on her mind, so i refused so as not to get into more problem.

 

I went to the football field and stood there watching at people playing, suddenly a boy got a sprain on his leg and a replacement was needed.

 

I stood there laughing in my mind at the foolish boy who was struggling for ball as if he was paid to play.

 

I saw a hand beckoning me to come, i was not sure if it was i, so i turned my back and saw nobody, but the person was stil looking at me and so i walked to go meet him.

 

When i got near to him i recognized him as samson, my sisters classmate. He told me to join in the match. I was reluctant at first but then i agreed and the match continued.

 

I tried my best to avoid going for the ball except it was passed to me but that soon proved fruitless.

 

Suddenly a ball was shot to my direction, a huge boy was running to my direction, i remember my previous escapedes, so i ran for my dear life.

 

But i tripped and fell because it seem the ball was behind me and i did not see it, i was covered in dust because the football field was a sharp sand land with no grass.

 

The next thing i knew was people kicking me and struggling to control me so that they can score their keepers, but the ball was too heavy and everyone stop to see.

 

There i was looking like i just entered from the sand storms of Dubai.

 

I quickly left them and went in down to a little stream and washed myself, and i joined the group watching handball, that was were i met Julian.

 

Julian was a boy with iron face, he look more like the wrestler kane. He had huge biceps and so when i saw him approach that day a strange fear came over me.

 

He had a plank in his hand and he gave me the plank to hold while he went to play handball.

 

I pitied the opposition keeper because anytime Julian was about shooting at the goal, the poor boy given the opportunity to man the goal always flee for his life.

 

At the end i waited for Julian to come collect his plank but he instructed me to follow, he took me to the same stream i washed myself and he cleaned his body.

 

When he was through he asked me which class i was, i told him that i was in jss2, he started laughing like he took ecstasy.

 

‘Sorry o’ he said while still laughing.

 

‘Sorry for wetin na, abi my trouser don tear’ i said while turning round to confirm.

 

‘I thought you were in jss1’ he said still laughing.

 

‘So which class are you’

 

‘Am also in jss2’

 

‘Chai, so you don punish me finish’

 

‘Sorry na, i did not know’ he said.

 

I escourted him to his class and i found out that he was in c-class while i was in b-class. We laughed at our mistake and he apologize again before i went back to my class.

 

Atleast i have found a macho friend i taught.

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The sunday school service was packed full that sunday and after we were introduced to the church, we the children went to the children section to continue our service.

 

We meet different faces but only one made sense to me; Mercy.

I saw her sitting at one end with three of her friends, one in particular was looking at me.

 

She was hot(But not as hot as mercy, to my eye sha), fair and was more matured that the rest of them.

 

She was the one called to lead in praises, and the way she was singing like an americana put me off, it seem her parents wer

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the preachers son (thirtyone)
Updated: September 6, 2016 — 8:53 am

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