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    He was glad that he was finally going to say
    goodbye to Amaka
    and also collect her contact so that he could
    keep in touch with
    her as he was going to park out of town the
    next day. He began shouting her name on top of his voice but
    before he could reach
    her, Amaka had already climbed a bike. He
    shouted her name for
    the umpteen time, this time Amaka looked
    back and she noticed that it was Emeka, she just waved at him
    while the bike zoomed
    He was disappointed, the last hope he had of
    seeing the love of
    his life had gone down the drain. He became mad at himself for
    not letting Amaka knew how he feels about
    her, he was mad at
    himself for not running fast enough, he was
    also mad at Amaka
    who did not stopped when she saw him running towards her.
    He swerve and made to return back to the
    field, then he saw his
    bestfriend Chinedu running towards him with
    Usain Bolt speed
    and shouting “dem win us oooo!” endlessly. Emeka was still standing fearlessly until he
    saw the rest of his
    so-called teammates chasing after them with
    different weapons
    on their hands, he needed no rocket science to
    know what next to do, he swiftly removed his pan slipper from his
    feet and they both
    flee for their lives.
    Though still a teenager, Emeka had
    metamorphose into a man.
    His masculine qualities had tripled. He could be
    mistaken for
    Tyler James Williams, he now had six pack and
    well shaped beard.
    Since his Arrival to the centre of Excellence, he
    had began a
    unisex boarding school in Ikorodu. He was in Art
    class as he
    wanted to become a lawyer. Emeka could be described as an
    epitome of intellect, a wit in the making. He
    was amongst the
    most intelligent in school, the teachers loved
    him but the girls
    loved him more. They had tried numerous methods to get his
    attention but to no avail.
    Their efforts were
    fruitless as he always
    shun the girls away.
    He was hell-bent on keeping his promise to
    Amaka. The school authority tried to make him the head-boy but
    they could not
    succeed. The science students who monopolized
    the school
    voted against him because they despise him,
    they also felt it was an abomination for an Art student to become
    the head-boy
    during their era. It has been a normal
    phenomenon for a science
    student to retain that position.
    Emeka was also nominated to contest his class prefectship
    election but he declined. In his defence he knew
    he was a
    talkactive and it will not be fair to punish
    people for what he was
    guilty of, also, he felt leadership position is an opportunity to lead
    and not to intimidate other so he had better
    be on a neutral
    In the end of the day, Jennifer became the
    class prefect. She is an half-caste. Her father Mr. Owolabi is a
    renowned politician who
    is based in lagos and once married to an italian
    came to Nigeria after her parents divorced
    and began living with her father. She is tall, skinny, light skinned with
    pink lips. She
    was a rich girl, her father had spoilt her, he
    literally gave her
    anything she asked for.
    Although she was living
    an extravagant lifestyle but she was also brilliant. She had
    planned to study
    Theatre art because of her love for acting but
    her father kicked
    against the idea insisting she must be a
    lawyer. She knew that to become a lawyer she needed to have a pass in
    literature but that
    was her deficiency. She hated literature because
    however how
    hard she tried she never seemed to understand
    the subject. Unlike Jennifer, Emeka was a guru in that
    aspect, he understood
    the embodiment of literature, glossary of
    literary appreciation,
    figures of speech, and had practically read
    almost all the poems and Novels recommended for their forth
    coming WAEC.
    N:B: WAEC means West Africa Examination
    Jennifer knew there was no way she could
    pass on her own so she turned to Emeka since they were in the
    same line of
    There was bewilderment in the atmosphere,
    WAEC was just around the corner, student who had not
    started reading became
    obsessed with the library, the girls were not
    let out as they
    participated in night reading. These preliminary
    measure was to ensure that they all passed the exam.
    Prior to
    this moment,
    Jennifer had pleaded with Emeka to tutor her
    in literature and
    without hesitation he agree. It became a daily
    routine as they both went together for night reading until one
    faithful night. On a
    normal day Emeka would go alone to the
    library to read but since
    it was the both of them they decided to use an
    empty classroom. It was about 10:00pm, there was no light, so
    they went along
    with chargeable lanterns which they use in the
    hostel. Emeka had
    gone about 15 minutes into the lecture, he was
    teaching her about the Rudiments of Analysing a poem and
    knowing their
    figures of speech, suddenly Jennifer began
    acting strange.
    Emeka was repeatedly asking if she
    understood but silence answered. He slowly turned to look at Jennifer
    who was sitting
    directly opposite him and she wore a “give it
    to me” look. She
    was licking her pink lips and pouting at thesame time. Suddenly she opened her skirt wide and began to poke
    her kitty-cat. It
    seemed like her heavenly feeling had c----x to
    the apex.
    Emeka sat transfixed, he was agape as words
    barely came out from his mouth.
    “Jen.. Jen.. Jennifer, what are you doing?” he
    finally spoke.
    “what does it look like?” she answered his
    question with a
    question. Jennifer had an accent that could be traced to
    black communities
    in America. Her command of English was
    Eloquent and Fluent.
    She cat-walked from her seat to where Emeka
    Emeka was just looking like a Zombie as he could not utter
    a word. She sat
    fully on his lap and kissed him. It was a sweet
    sensation, Emeka
    had never kissed a girl before in his entire life.
    The last person that kissed him was his mother and that’s
    when he was still a
    Jennifer was whining her waist on his lap as
    his d’ick erected
    almost tearing through his trousers. “don’t you like what you see?” jennifer asked
    opening her bra,
    she got no reply.
    Emeka was lost in his thought, just then he
    reminisced his vow
    about Amaka. Amaka, you’re the love of my life, Although i
    might be leaving
    you but my heart will forever remain for you, i
    see you as a good
    girl and i want to spend the rest of my life
    with you, i promise to remain celibate, and for not being able to
    propose my love for
    you, i will remain a VIRGIN all because of you,
    This i promise.
    He suddenly got back to his senses and pushed
    Jennifer aside. She fell to the ground and yipped. She never
    expected Emeka to
    react that way. Emeka quickly carried his
    textbooks and lantern
    and ran out of the class leaving jennifer alone
    in the dark.

    to be continued

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    Unfulfil Promise…
    Promise kor Premise ni……Better start enjoying the coffee for free and forget the milo you can’t get…

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    Tenniebenson (Area Mama)
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    Uhmmmm… Jeni baby ooo Jeni baby ooo Jenifa!

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    They say the road to success is always under
    Emeka’s journey in life had not been smooth
    either, it has been a
    rough ride. Everyday people wake up striving
    to succeed and the least thing in Emeka’s mind was not making it
    in life.
    His father was a successful police officer but
    Emeka was never a
    chip off the old block.
    He had always wanted
    to go to a university and have a degree in law. S.S.C.E had
    come and gone,
    Emeka took the responsiblity of writing both
    WAEC and NECO,
    like people say, don’t put all your eggs in one
    Emeka had managed to avoid Jennifer throughout the session,
    though their fellow classmates suspected that
    something was
    wrong between the both of them but neither
    of them said
    anything about what transpired. It has been long since the last time Emeka
    spoke to Chinedu, he
    could easily put a call through to him but then
    phones were
    banned in the boarding school.
    The last time he
    heard from him, Chinedu informed Emeka that he is a student
    of UNN studying
    Food and home science after he failed UTME for
    the first year.
    Emeka was not suprised to hear the course
    Chinedu was
    studying in the University, he knew Chinedu was
    a food addict and only needed a platform to explore his
    actually wanted to study Agricultural science
    but when he could
    not meet the school cut-off-mark he was
    switched to Food and home science.
    “Alas!, i’m finally going home.” Emeka said to
    The next day Mr. Chukwuemeka came to picked
    him up from
    school with an SUV. His father had been promoted in his place of
    work, he is now a CP.
    His father earns more salaries now and had
    already started
    erecting a 3-bedroom apartment in far away Enugu.
    He had
    thought of moving back to his town with his
    family. He usually
    sends money to his younger brother on
    occasional basics who
    acts as the contractor of the house. He felt building a house in
    his home-town first was more ideal than
    erecting it in another
    man’s land. The house had almost been
    completed, it only
    remained some finshing touches. Atleast, Emeka still had hope of
    seeing Amaka, the love of his life.
    Mr. Chukwuemeka drove into the school
    compound and was
    directed to the boys hostel by the school
    secretary. On getting there, Emeka stood outside the entrance of
    the hostel with his
    luggage and school materials, he was gleeful to
    see his father.
    His father bundled his bags and luggage into
    the boot of the SUV and they zoomed off. Emeka sat relaxed on
    the frontseat with his
    father. He tighten his seatbeat, heaved a sigh
    of relief and
    mumbled inaudible to himself.
    “Goodbye to Secondary School.” But only if he had remained in school because
    bigger trouble
    awaits him at home.

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    “Easy come, easy go,
    That’s just how you live, oh
    Take, take, take it all
    But you never give Should’ve know you was trouble
    From the first kiss
    Had your eyes wide open
    Why were they open?”
    Those were the lyrics of Bruno Mars’ grenade
    blaring hysterically from Emeka’s phone. It was a beautiful
    saturday morning at
    about 5:30am.
    Emeka was still deep in
    dreamland as he
    reluctantly picked the call without checking the
    name of the caller.
    “Hello!” he said with a coarse tone.
    “Mad man, you still dey sleep by this time?” the
    caller said from
    the other end.
    “Abeg, who i dey speak with?” Emeka enquired. “Na me Chinedu naw, you nor save my number
    for phone?”
    Chinedu asked interested.
    “Oh! Sorry jor, i no look the name of the caller
    before i pick am,
    how coal city dey?” Emeka asked trying to change the topic.
    “We dey fine jare, but guy WAEC result don
    show o!” he added.
    “Really!” Emeka exclaimed.
    Chinedu was an internet freak, he could browse
    24/7 so long the necessary is available. Sometimes, he would
    skip classes just to
    chat with his online friends since he had no
    friend. He was living
    alone in school, he rented a self-contain
    apartment where he lives off-campus. As usual he was surfing the
    internet with his
    laptop computer that early morning when he
    saw the news on
    that WAEC result was out, at first, he wanted
    to ignore it thinking it was a jobless blogger looking for people to
    scam that posted it
    He was convinced immediately he
    entered the site as
    people started posting their result, it seemed
    alot of students passed the exam.
    “Yeah! I just saw the news online now” Chinedu
    switched to
    “Okay, Thanks. I will log into WAEC website to
    check mine when this call has ended.” he lamented.
    “You better do so quickly before the site burn
    down due to high
    traffic, only few students know that the
    result is out. I wish you
    success” Chinedu prayed.
    Emeka was not totally scared to Check his
    result because he was
    pretty sure about what he wrote in the exam,
    but since he was
    not the teachers who marked it and also he
    was not a prophet who can foresee the outcome of a future
    event he was a little bit
    “So have you been able to locate Amaka?”
    Emeka asked.
    “No! Not at all. I heard they also parked out of the area they were
    staying, that was not long after you guys
    moved to Lagos. I’m
    currently at school though, varsities will soon
    be on break, when
    i get home i’ll see what i can do” Chinedu narrated.
    “Ok, thanks.” Emeka said and ended the call,
    but not after
    wearing a sad look.
    Emeka had not seen nor heard from Amaka
    for 2years since he lost contact with her.
    He was expecting that
    Chinedu would have
    good news concerning Amaka this time
    around, that was the
    tenth time he was asking Chinedu the same
    question since he came back from school.
    He quickly opened his phone browser and
    logged into the official
    WAEC website, he typed his centre number
    into a blank space
    where it was required, he moved to the next where he was
    supposed to input the pin on his WAEC scratch
    “Oh, s’hit!” he said out of frustration when he
    realised that he had
    not yet bought the scratch card. He dashed out of his room with rocket speed,
    Emeka got to the
    corridor and met Chiwe. Little Chiwe who is
    now 4 year-old had
    suddenly growned into a big girl.
    “where is mummy?” he asked. “she is still sleeping in her room” Chiwe replied
    Emeka’s father had travelled to Abuja for an
    official police
    meeting, he would be back the next day.
    Emeka told his mother about the WAEC result, she was happy
    even though she didn’t know whether the
    result will favour her
    son. She then asked Emeka to go to her purse
    and collect the
    money to purchase the scratch card.
    11:15am. Emeka came running home with
    excitement written
    all-over his face. He had gone to print out his
    result from
    Kaydee’s Cyber Cafe, the cafe is run by a graduate Kayode. He
    decided to start up the business centre when
    Jobs were not forth
    coming after he graduated from UNILAG four
    years ago.
    N:B: UNILAG means “University of Lagos” He finally got him to meet his mother and
    Aunty Bimbo gisting,
    they were conversing in Yoruba dialet. Emeka’s
    mother could
    speak yoruba but not perfectly, she is half
    Yoruba and half Igbo. Her father hails from Awgu L.G.A in Enugu,
    while her mother is
    from Ogbomosho south L.G.A in Oyo state.
    When she was born
    her parents decided to name her Yetunde, a
    Yoruba name after her mothers’s tribe.
    Emeka got to where his mother and Aunty
    Bimbo were standing
    and greeted, his mother could read the look on
    his face as he
    handed over the result slip to her. She took the slip from Emeka
    and scan through it while Aunty Bimbo
    “You passed all your papers!” she said stressing
    the passed.
    Emeka nodded in approval. “C’mon, that’s my darling!, now come give me
    a hug” Aunty
    Bimbo said smiling.

    (ma no repeat wetin ma grandpa tell me last week oh)

    to be continued

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    Why would this guy be wasting his time on someone he couldn’t see anymore……Maybe his next step to take would be better.

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    Ride on Bro

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    Oya fire on

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