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FROM GHETTO WITH LOVE PART 1

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FROM GHETTO WITH LOVE PART 1


PROLOGUE

Pursue am ’,
‘No let am run ’
‘Hold that boy’
‘If u let am run ’
‘Thief ’ ‘ ole’ ‘ catch am’ the mob chanted
as
dey pursued a young man in his mid 20 s .
.
With all manner of weapons… His blood
stains left a trail as d pursued gave dem a
run for dier money … The culprit
scampered
all and about trying to locate d perfect
hideout… Full housewifes locked dier
doors . .
Shop attendants padlocked their buglar
proofs. . He knew he couldn’ t run for
much
longer… He had a huge stab wound on his
stomach… The end was near.
Ekechukwu ran as fast as his legs could
carry him … his vision partially blurred
courtesy of d showers of bottles broken
on
his head . . If only he knew . . But ryt now
wasn ’t d time to think … It was d time to
run … His adrenaline levels we ’ re soaring

He knew d mob … Everybody knew
buhari’s
principles and dis was 2016 . the year
recorded
with d highest amount of jungle justice
casualties in Nigeria. . if he was caught …
Then it wud only take a few minuites
before
he was before he wud find himself reciting
psalm 91 wit d angels in heaven … Dat is
if
he ever got to heaven . . He ran wildly. .
Christiano ronaldos speed was a
childsplay
to his current pace … Takin d link between
to
major roads he got to a seemingly quiet
street . . Without looking he dashed in and
ran
into a young boi in a bright school
uniform . .
Tired, dehydrated and bleeding out . . He
whispered ‘ save me ’ and fell down. .
Motionless .
.
PART 1
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It was a peaceful morning … Great weather
,
cozy atmosphere, superb and suprisingly
noiseless… Even nepa co-operated with
nature to bless us with full current light …
I
woke up dat faithful morning . . Positive
and
vibrant as ever . . Ready for d days
activities .
This was the 4 th of april 2016. . The day I
would write my 1st paper of d dreaded
SSCE
exam. . Choi… I was anxious . . I checked
d
time, it was 6. 45. . I quickly rememberd
dat
ours was 15 mins late … Jumpin up from
d
couch dat served as my bed I immediately
ran to fetch water to book a space
amongst
d long queue of people waiting to bath. .
In d
2 half hazard bathrooms dat served the
entire compound… I immediately took my
bath, wore my already ironed uniform and
rushed my breakfast . .
My mother even saw my enthusiasm… and
wondered if I was really dat positive…
‘Finish ur food slowly’ ‘ no dey chop like
person wey just come bak from prison ’
she
chided. . I ignored her and finished d food,
took my file containing my documents and
my writing materials and dashed out of d
house before my mother could say jack
wilshere. . I knew she wasn ’ t happy but
hey! I
was 16. . hotblooded and sturborn. . I
greeted
mama Nkechi my nextdoor neighbour and
d
woman with d biggest a-s God created
ever … she replied flimsily. . I didn ’t care…
I
was just cross checking my documents …
Wen I bumped into a young man wearing a
juventus fc jersey with more blood dan I
av
eva seen… Soiling my uniform . . And
falling
me down in d process . . His last words we
’ re
‘save me ’ then he shut his eyes . . A mob
was
getting close… I calculated d repercussions
and looked at my time it was 8: 27 am and
my paper was for 9.
Confused and afraid , I rose to flee leaving
the wounded man to his fate … D more I
tried
to get him out of my mind . . D more his
face
and plea plagued my thoughts … I left him
der … Lifeless as quick as my legs could
carry me … As soon as i got to d junction
of
my street , I saw a mob of angry looking
men
all around d ages of abt 20 to 40 years of
age. . Wielding weapons like knives ,
broken
bottles, and cutlasses . . I knew for sure I
had
to act . . I ran back to we ’ re he was a
moment ago …
We’ re I left him almost lifeless. . To my
utter
dismay, I couldn’ t find him there
anymore. .
To make matters more confusing, the trail
of
blood had dissappeared!
” Blood of Jesus ”… ” Which kind mumu
tin be
dis na ” I hissed annoyed at his
disappearance, shrugged and walked away

When I got to school I was already 10
mins
late for d paper. . Due to my past good
behaviour and the blood on my uniform
( which I used to claim an accident ) , I
was
allowed to write the paper… D paper was
agric science . . One of my favourites den

but I couldn ’ t concentrate … 2 many
thoughts
clouded my brain … ” Where did he go ?” ”
How
did he leave dat place in such a little
amount
of time?” He fainted na…
“ Did he see my face” surely such a
notorious
criminal would remember me . . For leaving
him in such a dilenma … God ! What av I
gotten into ?
“ 15 mins to go” the fat pot bellied
invigilator
shouted… I quickly rounded up my papers
,
submitted and left …
As I was going home , seemingly
downcasted , I met my french teacher
ascending d stairs in an opposite direction

“ Good afternoon ma ” I managed , trying
hard
to conceal my mood . .
“ Good afternoon precious ” she replied …
“ What’ s d matter ?”
“ Nothing ma ”
“ U don ’ t look too well …”
“ And u have blood stains all over your
uniform ”
“ Ma I……”
“ Come with me and tell me exactly what
happened” she said with a tone of
assertion… I merely followed her in
humility …
When we got to her office , she sat down
and
asked me to sit beside her on a cushion. .
As
I sat down, intuitively I took a good look at
her …
Mrs evelyn was everyboy ’s dream . . She
was
fair. . Very fair . . She had an average
face,
and massive watermelons on her chest . .
Complemented with a flat stomach and a
flat
a-s to match… All d boys in my class
always
loved French . . Even tho it was not a
compulsory course we loved to see her
french boobs . .
“ Talk to me precious ”
“ What happened to you”
The innocence in her voice, coupled with d
closeness and serenity of d environment
made me forget my ordeal of d day… . My
heart beat fast and I didn’ t no wat to say

“ Talk to me !”
“ Ma I fell from a bike ” I lied through my
teeth . . I was sure she cud read me …
“ Is dat y u had all dese stains on your
leg ?”
“ Pele my dear… Dats awful . All dese
okada
people sef ”
As she spoke , her watermelons bounced
with her . .
If only I could touch d hem of her boobs I
thought … My Attention was evident … And
large reflecting my thoughts …
As if she knew my mind she stood up and
said . .
“ Take of ur trousers and lemme see your
wounds ”
My mouth dropped wide open . .
“ Take it off !”
“ Ma I… . ”
“ Oh for christ sakes take it off . . What do
u
av der dat I avent seen before ?”
She practically took of my belt and my zip
flew down before I could cover or reduce
my
Attention, and standing before her was a
my
rod . . Erect and curved like 100 naira
roasted
plantain( bolli ) . . The silk boxers I was
wearing didn’ t help matters …
I looked at her . .
She looked at me …
Then my d–k …
Then me … .
I cud practically hear her heartbeat rising…
I don ’ t know wat came over me ( konji na
b—–d) . .
I practically dived her . . Gulping her entire
mouth in 1 single kiss . . I kissed
careleslly ,
like the learner I was … She kissed me
back !
As I kissed her , I felt her hand round my
d–k … Touching it lightly at first , den
stroking
it. . I felt emboldened . . I reached out of
the
twin towers of jericho . . held dem in my
hands
like eggs of life . . I pressed and pushed . .
She
responded with an “ uugh ” . . I knew I
was doin
something nice . . She slowly pushed me
on
the cushion and in 1 swoop motion I felt
her
lips engulf my d–k …
I couldn ’ t phatom d feeling . . It was
sweet
mixed with bliss …
Slurpy sounds mixed wit my moans rent d
air … I begged her , pleaded wit her to stop

( Even tho I didn ’ t want her to ) . . She
kept on
sucking . . “ Aargh ” yeeeeeeeh ” “
jeeeesus”
Tears were wellin up on d side of my eyes
.
She suddenly stopped… I opened my eyes
thinking she was annoyed with me for
moaning too loud . . I opened my eyes to
see
her spread her legs without a panty on…
She
was fair to d bone … Even In ha K—y -Cat
. . 2
words I heard “ Bleep me ”…
I didn ’ t think twice …
I fumbled all around her K—y -Cat tryin
to
find d hole until I mistakenly found it and
plunged fully…
We both gasped as her K—y -Cat muscles
enveloped my rooster. . it felt like we ’ re I
was
supposed to be… Instinctively I moved out
and went in. . Slowly at first , then picking
up
pace. . I looked at her . . Her melons
allover d
place and abundant… I was bleeping her
and
for real . . I was now a big boy… I looked
at
her face. She was looking at me sternly …
pleasure all over her … speaking words I
couldn’ t understand … in and out I went .
. In
unision and love . . Then I suddenly felt a
sweet urge to urinate . . I wanted to hold it
but could not . . After about 6 thrusts , I
let
out a loud moan and dumped my sperm in
her … She immediately jumped up. .
Shouting . .
“ Jesus dis small boi ””
“ U no use condom Bleep me u still wan
pour
inside me ”
“ U dey madt”
As I tried to respond, the vice principal , d
dreaded DR mrs busola emerged . . It was
just den we remembered that we didn’ t
lock
the door

TO BE CONTINUED

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