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    CHAPTER ONE
    ~Tuwo Vlater…
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    “Guy abeg no finish this garri because the way you
    dey rush am, you fit compete with Usain Bolt o”
    Mark said angrily as he picked up the plate of garri
    which they were drinking and gulped it all at once.
    “Chai Mark you be b——s I swear, am sure na
    your mama grand mama wey been go thief meat
    from hunter trap nai make them curse una
    generation with poverty, see as you dey rush garri
    like goat” John teased him back.
    “Shebi them say a friend of a thief, na thief him
    be? which means say the curse dey also flow for
    your bloodline too, Anuofia” Mark fired back.
    “But wait o, how about the 5k wey we don get for
    kpon kpon work? Make we use am start business
    abi how you see am?”
    “Na kwili kwili business abi chewing gum business
    we go do, money sef wey we use dey feed on nai
    you dey brag about. Them truly swear for you”
    Mark replied as he got up to lick the remaining
    garri particles of the plate. He believed that his
    tongue was greater than any sponge in this world.
    “Broooossss, I don see vision” John suddenly said
    and jumped up to dance shoki startling Mark in the
    process who stared at him like a mad man.
    “I think say na weed dey manifest untop people,
    abi garri sef don dey make person high? Wait o,
    shebi if person wan craze na garri them dey soak
    to make am well? Now wey garri don dey make
    person craze that means na sand sand nai person
    go chop to well abi? Bros abeg siddon na, no allow
    people to begin think say na Ebola symptoms don
    begin o” He warned his friend.
    “Hehehe yeye boy, na new business idea wey just
    fling enter my head now sef, if you know how the
    idea good you for just follow me dey dance now”
    John replied and changed to skelewu dance steps.
    “The only business wey I know wey you ever bring
    na that sugar cane business wey you convince me
    to do, you nearly make people burn us because
    them think say we be bokoharamist, abi which
    better idea fit enter this your head after you don
    carry 51 over 50 for class since wey you start
    school, infact your foolishness been too much
    sowtey the pikin wey dey your headmistress belly
    collect the last position from you” Mark teased
    him.
    “Mehn na kidnapping business just enter my mind
    now now, na our jackpot to success be that” John
    answered calmly.
    “Ehhhh bros now I know say garri dey refresh
    person brain like how ashawo dey change
    customers, na where you keep this part of brain
    since, me sef no think about this idea sef. Oboy
    when we go start na, because I sure say na papa
    Ngozi chicken and goat you wan begin kidnap”
    Mark replied.
    “You too dey joke jare, I meant real kidnapping
    business, we go kidnap big man children and ask
    for ransom” John replied seriously.
    “Now I know say devil don dey use your brain play
    ludo, na who you wan kidnap for this village to get
    money? Abi you want make them swear for you?”
    Mark said angrily.
    “Bros calm down, who say we go kidnap here, if
    say Wizkid been dey sing for inside him room or for
    birthday party you think say him for don become
    big musician today, mehn you gats to upgrade o,
    go in search of greener pastures….”
    “Ehhhh wonders shall never end, John na which
    time your english teacher comot from grave wey
    your accent change, chai oya where we go start
    our kidnapping business now?” Mark asked.
    “Now you are speaking my language, na Abuja we
    go base, when we kidnap one big man pikin and
    collect ransom then we go run go Lasgidi wether
    Banky W go fit sign us for him label” John
    explained.
    “Label ko Babel Ni? Na for otapiapia bottle nai
    them go feature us, eg, we go wear big eyeglass
    then hold bottles of mosquito medicine dey rap for
    hold up abi, na there nai we go dey do our
    concerts” Mark mocked him.
    “Chai na which kin goat wey I get as roommate,
    sha no be room mate, I go say hut mate. But guy
    serious na because if I make am and you come dey
    check me for house I go say make them tell you
    say I dey do collabo with Tyga o” John fired back.
    “Oyana nothing spoil but incase you fail, you go
    take the blame o”
    “Eh no problem I gree but if I succed then na
    70-30% we go share o, you gree?”
    “Yes o, I gree, and if police catch us and jugde
    sentece us to like 10years imprisonment, just know
    say I go spend 3 years while you spend 7 years o”
    Mark replied.
    They agreed on the kidnapping deal and bet to seal
    the deal before they went out to pack their few
    belongings, John took only two pair of shirts and
    trousers, wore tripple boxers and then waited for
    Mark who was packing even the cobwebs in their
    small hut as finally remembrance of their
    hardships.
    They waved the area boys goodbye and took night
    bus to Abuja…
    ~Abuja (Garki metropolis)~
    “Guy you dey piss for mouth?” John shouted into
    Marks ears, Mark jumped up startled.
    “Oboy na sweat be this abi rain be fall inside bus?”
    Mark asked innoncently.
    “Abeg look that car window, you go see as rain
    create extra moustache full you face come join with
    your cloth” John answered as Mark ran to look at
    a car’s side mirror, he screamed and used his shirt
    to wipe the white stains on his face.
    “Guy you wicked o, why you no wake me as saliva
    dey drop na?”
    “Wake you? I for even carry bucket dey fetch am
    sef then we for tie am for leather go sell as internal
    drip for hospitals” he mocked his friend who
    playfully punched him.
    “Oya what’s next on your agenda, we don reach
    Abj so wetin dey next abi na random kidnapping
    sure pass?”
    “No, you know say this na high grade kidnapping
    business so we go need car wey we go use carry
    the pikin” John explained.
    “Oya na your two ears we go use do tires abi, while
    your waist go be my seat shey?”
    “Ohh guy why you no get sense na? I dey talk of to
    go thief motor wey we go use for this mission”
    “Chai bros ur brain hot pass sun joor, oya I thank
    God I bring my toy gun sef”
    The pointed at a man with a prado jeep who came
    out and started confessing all his sins from all the
    girls he had slept with to all the government money
    he had embezzled.
    “Oga so na your type dey thief our money abi?” A
    rugged looking youth shouted at the man when he
    opened his eyes.
    “No baba, na the prayer point wey Father Mbaka
    say make we pray for middle of road this afternoon,
    abeg no vex joor” the man replied and tear race
    while a long trail of angry fellows chased him.
    John and Mark had been driving round big houses
    for an hour before the saw a chubby handsome boy
    sitting on a fence with a catapult and stones.
    “Oboy match brake” Mark screamed as he saw the
    boy.
    The fence the chubby boy sat on contained a multi
    modern bungalow and lots of cars, the great gate
    showed that the owner was really wealthy, quickly
    they dashed out and walked slowly towards the
    guy.
    “Hey fine boy how are you?” Mark spoke queens
    english, the next thing that happened turned him to
    an agbero immediately, the chubby boy fired a
    small stone to his big mouth which increased in
    size and width.
    “Oboy your father, abeg catch am before na my
    nose him go stone next” Mark shouted as the
    dragged the boy’s leg and flinged him to their side,
    the funny thing was that the boy showed no signs
    of struggling neither did he shout.
    They sped like two mad men through the city as
    they looked for an isolated spot outside the city,
    finally they saw an uncompleted building and
    packed there, they checked the car’s pigeon hole
    and found N10,000 there, quickly they grabbed the
    money and ran to open the booth, what they saw
    shocked them to their bone marrows.
    The dude the kidnapped was not crying or choking
    for breath, he was fast aslepp, using Marks’s bag
    as his pillow, his legs well crossed and his catapult
    was on his chest like a cacthiest. Mark followed a
    sharp slap to the kid’s leg which made him spring
    up, the guarded the booth incase the guy wanted to
    run but the boy just lifted up his head and stared
    around, he noticed that they were far from home,
    immediately he screamed “YES” and placed his
    hands like he was stringing a guitar to sing.
    “I feel Good Parararararara…” Phahhh, a hot slap
    landed on his face given to him by Mark.
    “Wetin you dey feel good about, na the way you
    increase the pomo for my mouth abi the fact say
    we don kidnap me”
    “Arhhh Uncle so una kidnap me? Arhhh I feel Good
    pararara..”
    “Sharrap” Mark and John shouted at the same
    time.
    “Guy if you misbehave we go use you do money
    rituals so you better ask any question wey I ask
    you now” John warned.
    “Ok Uncle” the boy replied but still smiling and
    fidgeting with his catapult.
    “Wetin be your name and papa name?”
    “My name na Donsamtex but call me Samuel and
    my father name na Thomas”
    “Ok that’s good, your papa get money?”
    “Yes Uncle, this evening them dey evem bring ten
    million come give am”
    “Yagga this is good news, oya no worry, when your
    papa pay the money we go release you, no vex for
    the slap wey you don chop, make I buy indomie
    make we enjoy ourselves joor” John said while
    Mark was already dancing sekem into the
    uncompleted building.
    Samuel followed them meekly as John frove out to
    buy indomie, five alive and other minor stuffs. While
    they were eating John drafted a ransom letter and
    gave it to Mark to read out loud.
    “Dear sir Thomas
    This is to inform you thaat your son has been
    kidnapped, we are asking for the sum of one million
    naira or he dies. The money should be put in a
    polythene bag and placed in a dust bin outside
    your house then walk away, if the police is
    involved, your son dies. The money should be ready
    by 6pm
    Yours sincerely, The Kidnappers”
    “Oboy na so you get brain, walahi if say Waec
    Know, them for change the D7 wey you get for
    engish to C6” Mark belated.
    “You wey know, I be intelligent neing from birth na”
    “Oya do go drop the note and be careful o, we don
    hammer joor, eh where Samuel?”
    “Chai shebi him been siddon there, chai our money
    access don run, oboy follow am joor”
    They rushed outside to see Samuel shooting at
    birds, they both gave a sigh of relief.
    “Samuel wetin you dey do?”
    “Brother I wan kill birds for night food na, our food
    don finish” Samuel replied.
    Mark ran into the building to confirm it, then ran
    out with his hand on his head.
    “Oboy this guy don ceared everything o”
    “How come?” John replied.
    “Uncle see my belly na, I sabi chop wella, e no even
    do me sef” Samuel replied.
    “Oya samuel no worry, make I go buy something
    come back, oga Mark go keep you company, any
    kin thing wey you wan do him go do with you”
    “Uncle thank you, I promise not to run away, infact
    I like as una no tie me sef” Samuel replied.
    Mark gave John thumbs up as he went to deliver
    the ransom later…

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    CHAPTER TWO
    “Madam abeg wetin dey happen here?” John asked
    a woman who wore Aso-ebi and Aso-ke and was
    cat walking into the Thomas compound, loud music
    was playing in the compound as the
    sweet smell of
    food ranted the air.
    “Ahh you dey new here ni? Abi you never hear say
    Chief Thomas pikin don loss?” The woman said
    happily.
    “Ehya who carry am na, I hope no be ritual killers?”
    John asked.
    “The gate man say na two boys carry am run”
    “Arghh dem call police?” John asked in fear.
    “Police Ko!! Army Ni!! Na party we dey do now sef,
    on sunday dem go do thanksgiving service for
    church” she replied tying her wrapper well.
    “Ma I no understand o” John said more confused.
    “See that boy Samuel na demon, infact him and
    satan dey play ten ten every night, the boy no dey
    hear word, nobody fit pass this road if this boy dey
    outside, me I dey sell banana but if I pass here,
    Samuel go stone all my banana finish, all the area
    dey come dis party because this kidnappers don
    help us and chief Thomas carry devil comot from
    here o, abeg do come chop food joor” the woman
    said and ran inside.
    “Osheeeeyyy abeg this woman dey lie joor, which big
    man no go pay money for him son?”
    John walked to the gate and knocked, the gate man
    opened the door, a huge turkey lap was stucked
    inbetween his teeth, he was smiling with a carton of
    Hollandia with the other hand.
    “Oga come inside na, today na R.S.V.P- Rice and
    stew very plenty, oga only pikin don loss, we dey
    celebrate joor” the gate man said.
    “Oya give this letter to your boss and bring me
    three take away and juice make I follow enjoy joor”
    John replied.
    The way he sped to their hideout was like a finales
    race in formula 1 racing, he almost passed the
    isolated building, when he was sure nobody fellowed
    him he parked the vehicle and went out.
    “Mark, Samuel where una dey? Food don show” he
    screamed as he went inside. Nobody was around,
    he sat down tired and began eating one of the food.
    Then he heard a faint nose, like a police man
    screaming.
    “Oya move it, nonsense horse, move, I say move”
    The undisputed voice of Samuel was saying, he sat
    up and watched what happened next.
    “Mark na who be this?” He screamed when
    collasped before him.
    Samuel held a large cane and was riding Mark like a
    donkey, he was also floging him and kicking him on
    his ribs, Mark head had swollen like a paw paw
    fruit, two of his teeth were missing, his face all
    sober, his jean was torn at the knees and he had
    blisters on his palm.
    “Oboy you get accident?” John asked him.
    “Abeg you bring water, I dey thirsty die” Mrk
    managed to say before fainting again.
    “Uncle this horse you gave me is very lazy o”
    Samuel complained.
    “Sharrap” John said
    “Oya go carry food chop there” he commmanded as
    Samuel ran along.
    He gave Mark a satchet water and his juice which
    the guy grabbed like his life depened on it, then he
    managed to stargger up before saying his story.
    “Oboy na demon we kidnapp o, this boy nearly kill
    me, as you leave us the guy come say make we play
    police and thief, na so I gree, him come say I go be
    thief den him go be police, the catapult go be him
    gun. Na so him fire me for head o. The thing pain
    me eh sowtey I no fit cry na so I come dey laugh-
    cry, you know as my cry dey be na? The idiot come
    misinterpret am, come target my teeth, na so him
    comot my teeth o, as I say I no dey play again na
    so him come beg me make we do horse and rider,
    mehn see my back, him don flog me like pig, half of
    my ribs don break finish sef, chai I don die” Mark
    cried out.
    “Uncle this food never do me o” Samuel screamed
    from inside.
    The both of them looked at each other and
    screamed the same thing with two syllabus.
    “Your food
    My food” Paul and Mark screamed and ran inside.
    Samuel had cleared the food and was searching the
    leather for more, including the one that John ate
    and remain had finished.
    “And you say no be demon we kidnap?” Mark cried
    out, tears seriously pouring out in hunger and pains.
    “Oboy na for small boy front you dey cry o” John
    catiouned him.
    “Even if na my wife front I must cry o” Mark cried
    the more.
    “Oya no worry, six done almost reach, just manage
    the guy make I go bring the money come, we go
    share am 50-50” John encouraged.
    “Oya abeg do fast joor before I die” Mark said and
    stood up.
    John sped like a ferrari rider this time, he packed
    behind a mango tree near the dust bin and waited,
    at exactly six pm, the gate man walked out with
    two heavy stuffs in black polyethene bags and
    walked to the dust bin, then he dropped them,
    placed a note ontop and ran away.
    John began dancing Etighi and Shoki at the same
    time, he waited for five more minutes then ran with
    full nitro speed and grabbed the bags and the note,
    as he caught his breath and smiled, patting the bag
    as he thought of all the good things for life he
    would afford. He opened the note and read out.
    “Dear Kidnappers,
    It is with utmost pleasure that am replying this
    letter, I want to thank you people for kidnapping
    that devil’s incarnate. I have been thinking of ways
    to kill that boy before he kills me, my neighbours
    and passers by. Samuel’s cloth are filled inside the
    two bags with you now, make sure you take care of
    him, and incase you get tired of him, just send him
    back inside this dustbin with twenty thousand naira
    because that would be his transport money to Kiri
    kiri where he belongs
    Yours faithfully, Chief Thomas”
    John laughed at the funny letter, then he opened the
    bag to confirm it, the bags were filled with Samuel’s
    Sweater, shirt, jeans, boxers, shorts and shoe with
    black and white shocks, his tootpaste and brush
    with cream were gratefully added.
    John Fainted….
    When he woke up two hours later, he grabbed the
    note and both bags with hot tears dripping down his
    face as he drove back to the isolated building, then
    he did not care if the cops were chasing after him
    anymore because there was nothing to lose.
    When he got into the buidling he heared Samuel
    shouting for somebody to rise up, like he was
    conducting deliverance for a patient, he rushed in to
    see his friend Mark spwarled on the ground almost
    dead, his head had grown another horn like he was
    acting as a devil in human clothings, he was
    shirtless and fresh red marks lined his body as
    Samuel turned white garment priset was flogging
    him and casting on demons.
    “Uncle we dey play mad man and prophet, na uncle
    Mark nai mad, me dey pray for am” Samuel said
    happily.
    Like Mark was waiting for a helper, he slowly raised
    his head and stared at John, his face was like he
    got knocked down from keke napep, additional three
    teeth were missing. Samuel quickly ran outside.
    “Oboy if we no go share the money 90-10 percent
    then I go do you everything wey this boy don me
    today” Mark starmered.
    “Oboy Mark the person wey design your face go win
    award for best designer of the year in Nigeria o, see
    as you resemble person wey wan act horror film.
    Oboy clean your face joor, wahala dey o” John said
    seriously.
    “You no see say na so the factory settings of my
    face be? Wetin, Him no pay complete money? Abeg
    we go manage am like that” Mark said as John
    passed the note to him.
    In two minutes both of them sat on the floor like
    two widowers, seriously weeping out their eyes.
    “Walahi if say I know I for continue my kpon kpon
    career, now see as I come wan die for nothing”
    Mark weeped.
    “Oboy if na so Wizkid do, him for don give up him
    music carreer o” John add back up.
    “Oboy how we go do now, make we use am do
    rituals abi?” John asked.
    “Rituals? Walahi babalawo go reject that cursed boy,
    make we carry am go back to him father, I wan
    confess, I get 20k wey I dey save for the past three
    years now, abeg carry am inside that my boxer wey
    I no dey gree wash, make we bundle this guy back
    to him papa joor” Mark said as John went to
    confirm and true to his words, 20k laid in the boxer.
    “Oya make we catch am joor, Samuel, come play”
    Mark screamed with the last ounce of energy in his
    frail battered body.
    “Uncle John, abeg make we play together, Uncle
    Mark dey boring” Samuel said as he got in, Mark’s
    shirt was tied on his head like a militant.
    “Ok, I gree but make you change your cloth first,
    your cloth dey booth” John said smiling.
    “Aghh uncle thank you o, so you go even carry my
    cloth come, chai this is good” Samuel replied and
    ran out.
    They quickly followed him, as he opened the booth
    and was about opening the bag to take his clothes
    out, Mark grabbed his hands while John grabbed his
    legs, they threw him into the bag and tied it with
    John’s belt.
    “Uncle please, I no wan go house..” Samuel was
    screaming and begging.
    “Your yansh, na till you kill person abi, useless pikin,
    maybe na for dustbin your papa pick you from sef”
    Mark replied smiling for the first time.
    They put the 20k in an envelope and drove like mad
    to Chief Bola’s house, they stopped, picked the
    struggling bag and throwed him out together with
    the money. That was the last time the duo ever
    tried kidnapping business again.
    Mark-Now a farmer and tailor
    John-Now a houseboy and gate man.
    Their music dream? Maybe till BankyW manage to
    hear them singing in their village choir.
    Samuel-Now residing in Kirikiri VIP section prisons
    because no inmate could stay with him, his father is
    paying a weekly salary of 120,000 to the prison
    authorities for him to remain there.
    THE END

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    Hormortiyor.Hormortiyor.
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    huh

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    senator danielsenator daniel
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    nice one @denciebabe

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    senator danielsenator daniel
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    lwkm

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    senator danielsenator daniel
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    mark and john I get business for uno

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    Lolz

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    laugh won kill me ooo

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