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Please ” please ” please i beg you ” … This statement did not cease from
my mouth as i kept receiving slaps
and kicks from ladies and guys in the
compound, the pot of hot white beans
still balanced on my head.. It was not untill someone came and
told them to collect the pot from me
as it may fall as the beating get
serious and that was the only food
himself and 3 other neighbours dey
share… Hardly had he removed the pot, when
another rain of slaps descended on
me…. Two guys held my hand firmly
as if their existence depended on it
so there was no way i could run or
even attempt to.. Before i could say johnbull, i was already on the floor. All my cries of please. Hear me out
fell on deaf ears as the punches and
slaps continured… I could remember
how Mummy chiomobi behaved
vividly.. The quiet Mother of two is a primary
school teacher in one of the
government schools around… That
day, i saw her unleashed the
Undertaker and Lieukeng in her…. On sighting her, i was grateful to God
that someone i knew was finally
going to beg on my behalf .. I was
shocked when she took a mop stick
and started banging it on my head
seriously… The last thing i remembered was one
of the guys going inside and coming
back with a Pestle…. My name is boo osin and i was not
always a thief that steals pots with
food on fire… Everything has a
beginning ……+1nice piece sha.
0ehn-ehn? oya now. beginning or not, once a thief is a thief for ever.
0lol every theif always say its their first time whenever they are caught
0Tek tek
0Na so thieves dae tlk sha
0thank jah say na pot u dey steal no be cooking pot … Calls @hauwa … Bring mah seat mah read
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