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    NewTwitterNotification: “Danlad
    wassup?, You
    coming to the GIG at Michael’s house?”
    This was a DM(DirectMessage) I got from
    on the 24th of december 2012. Asamoah
    whom I
    call “A$AP Blackey” was my very first
    friend, he was tall, dark(y’all know) and
    he was
    from a rich background, 4th and the only
    son out of
    the family of 8 (5kids, 2wives,
    1Husband). At
    17(same age as I was), Asamoah already
    knew how
    to drive as he blackmailed the drivers
    into giving
    him car keys to go anywhere he wanted.
    Cut the details short, he was a spoilt brat
    lost in a
    Garden city belonging to victoria (VGC).
    Michael was Asamoah’s snr in school
    to be precise). Did I tell you how
    asamoah’s sisters were? I don’t know
    how they do
    the magic but Ghanian girls rock!!!!!!!.
    Well, back to reality .
    Me: “Dude, I am broke, my Uncle travelled
    and I got
    no Tfare, talkless of tickets to enter
    Asamoah: ”Lol! Ur 419 uncle don run
    from EFCC
    again? No worry, I go come pick you,
    and ticket is a
    Boy n a Girl”
    Asamoah: “Abeg I beg you, no carry
    babe wey u get
    feelings for come oh!, heard there will be
    pools and
    lotta empty rooms”
    Asamoah: “Sha check the details @ my
    last tweet”
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    At this point, as a young cultured boy
    from a
    humble home, I was wondering: “what
    type of event
    centre do pools and rooms?”. Mind you, I
    attended a
    government school(Secondary)
    somewhere in Ajah,
    Lagos. Recently moved in with my uncle
    to assist
    him in his business, and the only time I
    got to touch
    the Steering of his Honda EOD and
    Toyota Prado
    was when I was washing the cars. Trust
    me, I wash
    car sotey I almost went to PEAK Talent
    show to
    showcase my car washing talent . Ohh!
    Did I tell
    you that Kida Kudz was Michael’s buddy?
    However, the new question now is:
    “How Did I get
    to associate with these rich kids?” Lol!,
    Shoutout to
    RCCG City Of David parish and Jesus
    Parish. If you know those churches, you
    understand my point. And when I role
    with my
    uncle (who stays in a neighbouring
    estate on lekki
    expressway), you will think am one hell
    of an
    Ajebota(Born with Silver spoon).
    (Back to convo)
    Me: Aiite Bro, but abeg you go borrow
    me that your
    Christian Louboutin shoes oh! Which of
    d event
    centres tho?
    Asamoah: Ahaha! Charlie, I go bring
    Chucks for you
    jare. And its at Micheal’s house. Him papa
    travel, e mama na soji woman”
    Like seriously? How spoilt can these kids
    be? Na me
    go get mind host party for my Papa
    house? Abi na
    my mama go gree make I invite friends
    for party?
    Well, as a comfirm Edo boy, I arranged,
    and ironed my characters.
    Was about replying when MTN sent me a
    that I exhausted my MB(I wished they
    sent it
    earlier!!!!!!), then I used the last 10naira
    message Asamoah.
    “MB don finish oh Guy, abeg help me
    arrange any
    greensprings girls.. I no wan carry
    classmates wey
    dey on lowcut go dia fah. And when u
    come, shout
    well well make my uncle wife hear you
    say “Today is
    a special Xmas Eve hosted by the City Of
    Youth! Why you never bath?”. Charlie
    abeg no fall
    my hands!! OUTTAHERE!”
    Then I dropped my Nokia X2 asap, ran to
    do the
    chores (Please if you are a married
    married to a wealthy man, don’t ever
    treat his
    siblings/Family Badly. Abeg!!!) . Even with
    Uncle wife’s 3 sisters[Esther(22),Faith
    (16)] around, I still had to do the works,
    while they
    behave like they started from the bottom
    with my
    uncle. Hence, the reason I started calling
    the Lekki Houseboy. Definitely not a cool
    experience I tell you. Seeing your uncle
    controlled by some woman because her
    Dad is a
    major contract provider, and ME, that
    came to chop
    company money now being used as
    After the chores, I picked one or two
    clothes my
    uncle gave to me before he travelled.
    Straight to the backyard to wash the Paul
    shirt in it. “Oh Lord! God Bless that
    tailor!!” I said
    in my mind as I stood to laugh at the XL
    on the label
    right on the reflection of me in the
    windows. The
    tailors opposite the estate are my best
    friends by
    the way, to the extent that once they see
    me at
    their door, the say “Uncle don dash you
    and sometimes, I tell them I don’t have
    money and
    they do it free for me. (As a comfam
    Getting to the backyard, I saw a blessing
    disguise!!! Lol! Well, let me tell you why I
    had to
    wash at the backyard. My Uncle’s wife
    caught me
    washing my clothes in my ROOM and
    made me
    starve for days, calling me a village boy.
    Which was
    true, as I spent my first 14years in the
    village. But
    she now ordered I start washing my
    clothes at the
    backyard, and this faithful day was my
    very first.
    Which marked the end of an Era
    Earpiece plugged to my ear with Davido’s
    Duro song Jamming, I headed to the
    Passing the store room, I felt like I was
    because I was singing along to the rave
    of the
    moment, so I paused my music to test
    my voice, but
    what I heard was a soft moan coming
    from the store
    room. This was strange! As the store
    room was
    ummm.. A store room. So I positioned
    myself, like
    the way I used to do when I wanna
    Indecency from neighbour’s window.
    (R.I.P Dayo
    As I drew closer to the window, the
    became clearer! D--n, it was just like it
    was in
    Indecency. As it was a store room, it had
    no cottons
    and the window wasn’t completely
    closed. But the
    sun was rising, I immediately
    something about shadows in physics, so
    I applied
    physical calmness. As I tiptoed to the
    window like a
    Ninja, I saw Abu. Abu was a family friend
    to my
    uncle who came to visit earlier in the
    morning. But I
    couldn’t see the girl he was on due to
    the small
    opening on the window.
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    I tried guessing, this was when I
    Abigail and Faith went out in the
    morning while I
    was washing their sister’s car. So, I
    concluded it
    was Esther, in these thoughts, I tiptoed
    back to
    where I abandoned my Mission “Wash
    Paul Smith”
    for party. Standing, bitting my nails and
    thinking of
    what JACK SPARROW would have done, I
    reminisced on things Esther had done to
    Treating me like an house boy, making
    me eat left
    overs and even insulting my Mum/Dad..
    Which I
    hated so much!!!!
    Oh My!, I was so lost in thoughts to
    remember that
    I was having a hard on from the live
    Indecency I
    just watched. I had to position my
    (Penees,Deeck,Anyhow ) very well when I
    got back
    to reality, so, I headed back to the house,
    the bucket, soap(bathing soap, she
    refused giving
    me omo), and the shirt.. Straight to the
    house with
    my evil thoughts.
    In my Perry Cole boxers, Lagbaja was
    now flaccid
    when I entered the house, behold.. I got
    the shock
    of the year!!! (Ok! It was december 24th,
    and it was
    the shock of the year at that time.)
    I opened the Door, looking straight to
    the direction
    of my room when someone called from
    the kitchen
    wing “Danladii!!”.. At this Moment, I was
    like a
    confused confuse(no word for it I
    guess ). The
    rate at which Lagbaja inflated couldn’t
    determined at that moment, . All I knew
    was that
    If Perry Cole saw me in those boxers, he
    would be
    depressed. . I managed to look back, and
    she was, standing closed to the dinning
    table, still
    in her nighties, her hair scattered. And I
    praying that God turns me into an Owl
    (Do you
    know owls can turn their heads in
    Well, now we know. )

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    Daniel EdemDaniel Edem
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    Bring it on


    Episode 2&3

    Episode 4

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    Chance De GreatBoyChance De GreatBoy
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    It seems like i have read dis story b4

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    Christian David WisdomChristian David Wisdom
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    Prosper YeboahProsper Yeboah
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    Bring it on!!!

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    Next episode coming soon

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