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14 Mar 2015 22:46

EPISODE 1
It was on a sunny
Tuesday afternoon,
I sat
down at the
quadrangle thinking
on how to go
about with Dr
Longe’s assignment.
Dr Longe
is my literature
lecturer. He is
bronze in
complexion and
diminutive. He is
baldheaded
but he wears cap
nine times out of
ten
because he
dresses in ankara
(a yoruba native
attire). He lectures
the 300 level
students.
I have been
thinking so deeply
for minutes but
the idea was still
bleak.
“Eureka!” I
shouted on the
spur of the
moment.
Everyone around
sitted at the
quadrangle
looked at me
astonished.
“The guy is drunk.”
Some shu-shued to
themselves “He is
so high on igbo
(weed)”
Some chuckled;
concealing their
mouth with
their hand. I was so
engulfed in joy that
I
finally got the idea
to my assignment,
so I
wasn’t really
perturbed about
their jests.
I rushed to a
proximate lecture
room to write
down the idea I got.
I smirked and
immediately started
writing.
After spending days
and nights working
on Dr
Longe’s
assignment, I finally
finished. It was
late already for me
to proceed back to
my hall
of residence so I
decided to sleep in
the
lecture room where
I just completed my
assignment. I layed
down on a long
bench,
and kept my books
on the table in front
of me.
I last remembered it
was 2:14a.m. before
I
dozed off. I didn’t
really enjoy my
sleep
because, the army
of mosquitoes that
attacked me were
more or less like
the boko-
haram sect in
action. They made
lot of
annoying sounds
that made me slap
myself
every single minute.
I was so
beleaguered by
these vermin so I
decided to sit up
and
crosscheck my
assignment which I
wrote in a
foolscap sheet.
While scanning, I
fell asleep
again; nature
cannot be cheated,
so I placed
my ever nodding
head to rest on the
table. It
was a nice sleep.
The mosquitoes
have
retreated. I was so
comfortable,
exchanging
my hands
simultaneously from
under my
resting head. I
began to snore. I
snored very
loud, just as loud
as a locomotive
train. I
disturbed other
reading students in
the room.
They were all
grumbling and
mumbling at my
unpleasant sound.
No one could dare
wake
me up or dare touch
me because I look
fierce
and huge. The
students started
leaving the
room because the
enviroment was
becoming
bright. They all left
me still sleeping;
punishment for
disturbing them. I
was later
tapped by a
security personnel.
I didn’t really
feel being tapped
so I change my
sleeping
position. He has no
time for nonsense
so he
decided to give me
a slap that got my
sleepyhead back on
track. I woke up
confused.
I was bolted from
the blue when I
didn’t see
other students in
the room. I swiftly
wanted to
arrange my books
when I noticed my
assignment is gone.
I had drooled all
over my
assignment paper
and my unremitting
hand
movement over it
made it look like a
papier-
mache material.
“Won’t you go to
your hall?” the
security man
asked with a
commanding tone.
I frowned at him
with one corner of
my left
eye, because my
30marks is just
lying useless
in front of me; Dr
Longe’s assignment
is his
test. The security
man respected his
old self
and walked away
because I could
daze him in
a jiffy. I really don’t
know what to do at
that
very moment. I
don’t have much
time to write
another assignment
and I can’t afford
to
forfeit 30marks, I
thought to myself.
The best
option was to filch
someone’s
assignment. It
was already 7:19
a.m. I hurriedly set
out for
my hall.
Dr Longe’s lecture
is for 8:00a.m. I
have less
than an hour to be
prepared and get
my
filching mission
executed. I got to
my hall
with the plan of just
brushing my teeth
and
combing my hair;
bathing was never
an option
if I really wanted to
accomplish all I had
in
mind. While I was
brushing, I tried all
I could
to silence the soft
dissenting voice
that kept
playing over and
over again in my
brain.
Although am an
exco in my church
fellowship,
but never will I let
that interfare in my
academics. I will beg
for forgiveness
afterall, I
smiled as I thought
to myself. I set off
for my
mission. On my way
I diverged to meet
Bayo,
my buddy, at the
cafeteria whom I
explained
my intentions to. He
succumb so easily
because I bought
him a bottle of
maltina to
step down the
beans and bread he
was
gobbling. Our plan
was well arranged
before
we arrived at the
lecture room.
It was 7:47a.m.
when we entered.
Everywhere
was raucous; guys
arguing loudly
about the
soccer match that
was played
yesterday, some
girls were jealously
gisting about the
current
Miss Nigeria; why it
should or shouldn’t
be
her that won. Me
and Bayo were
sitted at the
back of the lecture
room looking all
around
like primary school
pupils attempting to
cross
an express road.
After meticulously
searching
for our prey, we
finally found one,
Sade. Sade
is a busybody, she
was busy jumping
from one
gisting group to the
other. While she
was away
from her sit, Bayo
made the move
according
to plan. He went
straight to meet
Sade to
distract her away
from her sitting
position
while I ransack her
bag for her
assignment.
Bayo is a cute guy;
girls in my class
trips for
him, so that gave
him an edge to
arrest
Sade’s interest. Oh
my! Sade’s bag
gave me
arduous time to
open. I was so
struggling
with the zip of her
bag that I
obliviously
began to sweat.
The sweat that kept
dripping
because of fear of
been caught in the
act. Zip!
It finally opened.
Thank God, I almost
said.
Sade was no longer
interested in all
Bayo
have to say again
because Dr Longe
would
soon come in. I
raised my head to
see Bayo
trying his last
chance by pulling
her back as
she turned to come
to her sit. My hand
was
shaking while I
buried my head
back to
continue searching.
Bayo kept trying to
ignite
the fire of a
romantic gist they
were having
while Sade fumed at
every bit of it.
“Good Morning Sir!”
some students
greeted.
I raised my head up
quickly only to see
Sade
looking at me
shocked.

14 Mar 2015 22:50

EPISODE 2
My heart was
beating very fast
and loud, so
loud that I could
hear it. I remained
at a
standstill, like the
three traditional
statue
positioned at Lagos
gateway, still
holding her
bag with my left
hand while my right
hand
acted like a car
wiper, cleaning the
sweat that
covered my face.
My brain was
thinking of
what to say as she
approached where I
was,
her sit, with a
deadly frown on her
face.
“You all better
settle down now!”
Dr Longe
commanded, “You
should have been
ready for
my class.”
Nobody messes
around with Dr
Longe, not
after what he did to
Ibrahim, a 400 level
student, last
session. It
happened that Dr
Longe entered their
class and ordered
everyone to be
silent, but Ibrahim
was busy
conversing with his
hausa friend,
Ahmad. Dr
Longe again
ordered for
decorum. The class
became quiet, so
quiet to hear a pin
drop.
“Kai mutumin nan
mai sanko kai
kokari ka
samu mataji.”
Ibrahim muttered,
which means
‘Bald-headed man,
kindly get a comb.’
Ahmad chuckled; he
quickly concealed
the
sound and his teeth
from becoming
evident
with his left palm. Dr
Longe feasted his
eyes
on Ibrahim. Ibrahim
similarly gazed
longingly
at Dr Longe.
“Lai lai ba shaka,
zan samu mataji.”
Dr Longe
enunciated still
fixing his eyes on
Ibrahim,
which means ‘Sure,
I will definitely get a
comb.’
The whole class
was flabbergasted.
They never
believed Dr Longe
understood hausa,
debatably speaking
it because of his
chronic
yoruba accent. The
class suddenly
became
rowdy.
“Who was he
talking to?” Some
asked nosily,
“What is the
meaning of what he
said?”
Dr Longe who was
dressed in a native
attire
with his cap on, with
a frown on his face
removed his cap
slowly, just to make
his bald
head noticeable
enough for all to
see. His
eyes was still fixed
on Ibrahim, who
was sitted
shocked at Dr
Longe’s response
to what he
said.
“Kai! How this man
come hear wetin I
talk?”
he said to himself,
“I no shout na.
This man
don dey use juju.”
“Get out!” Dr Longe
interrupted his
thought,
pointing to the door.
The whole class
became more rowdy.
Ibrahim
never hesitated, he
pick up his bag and
bounced out of the
class.
Ibrahim is a living
proof that Dr Longe
is a
strict man.
Afterwards, we
learnt a vital lesson
we hardly will
forget; never to
underestimate
someone’s ability
and never to mess
with Dr
Longe. Ibrahim had
to take Dr Longe’s
course
again because he
failed it. Ibrahim
explained
all this to me.
I immediately
jumped out of
Sade’s sit before
she got to me. My
heart was still
racing while
I hurriedly find my
way to my sit. Bayo
joined
me immediately with
a frown on his face.
“Why were you
slow?” He
murmured.
I never gave him a
response because I
had in
me the fear of Dr
Longe. I can forfeit
30marks
but not 70marks,
was the caution that
kept
my lips sealed.
“Why on earth
were you slow?”
Bayo added
with a pinch on my
thigh.
I squeezed my face
in pain, my eyes
fixed on
Dr Longe and
responded quietly
“You must be
crazy o!”
“Hey! You! Looking
at me, stand up!” Dr
Longe
said with a surly
look on his face.
My mind, like a
bluetooth transfer
of a 1kb
file, very quickly
recalled Ibrahim’s
story. It
was almost
happening just like
his.
“Am in for it today”
I said to myself,
“Omo
Bayo yi ti ko mi si
wahala,” which
means
‘Bayo, has landed
me in trouble.’
I immediately
developed goose
pimples. My
heart was beating
so fast that I began
to pray
muted while I was
standing waiting to
be
sentenced.
“Why are you
sitted behind
today?” He asked
curiously.
My heart
immediately halted
its 100metres
race. I let my
breath out and
instantly became
relaxed like a
deflated baloon. I
never knew he
has always noticed
me sitted in the
front row.
“I—I—I fe—felt like
sir.” I stuttered,
knowing
fully well what
transfered me to
the back sit;
filching 301.
“Come back to your
sit!” He commanded,
pointing to where
he frequently sees
me.
I swiftly and gladly
picked my bag away
from
the demon-
disguised friend,
Bayo, who almost
landed me in
trouble. As soon as
I was settled
down, Dr Longe
started his lecture.
I wasn’t
really interested
because my mind
was
divided, many
things flashing in
and out it. I
was thinking about
how I foolishly
drooled
over my
assignment, how I
was caught red
handed about to
steal Sade’s
assignment,
how I won’t even
have anything to
submit
when asked to, how
I would lose
30marks to
carelessness, how
I will read hard to
pass the
course with
70marks left. I
really felt
disappointed with
myself.
My attention was
called back when Dr
Longe’s
phone rang, so
unusual. He brought
his phone
out and checked it.
He tilted his head
85
degrees to the left
and thought for
some
seconds.
“Sade! Come here!”
He said
demonstrating
with his index
finger.
Strange again. He
never gets close to
any
student. Everyone
was amazed at his
sudden
change. Sade got to
him in a jiffy. I had
the
opportunity to look
behind to Bayo and
give
him some abusive
signs with my hand
for his
actions that almost
landed me in
trouble.
When I returned my
head to its position,
I saw
Sade pointing at me.
TO BE CONTINUED…

15 Mar 2015 09:02

EPISODE 3
I began to twitch
immediately like
someone
afraid of been
tested positive in
an HIV test.
All that flashed my
mind was the
moment I
wanted to pinch
Sade’s assignment.
My
jerking was
becoming obvious
so I decided to
recover myself.
Sade kept
discussing with Dr
Longe while the
class gets more
rowdy. I
buried my head
pending the time the
class
comes to its normal
state.
“Why me?” I
questioned myself,
“What have I
done wrong?
Things are not the
same again,
why?”
“Quiet!” Dr Longe
suddenly ordered
the whole
class.
I swiftly raised my
head up just to see
Sade
back to her sit. Why
then did she point
at me,
I wondered again. I
shrugged and
purposely
cared less about all
that happened.
“You all should
submit your
assignment to the
class rep.” Dr
Longe said walking
out of the
class, “See you
next week.”
Sade hurried after
Dr Longe as he
exited the
class. My heart kept
skipping, thinking
she
was going to report
me to him. I quickly
joined
them out of
confidence or fear;
not sure which
was operating on
me at the time. They
both
were already
talking before I got
there.
“Ehm—Eh—Ehm Sir,
I didn’t take it.” I
interjected
ignorantly.
“Take what?” Dr
Longe asked with a
disgusting look on
his face. “How is
what we
are saying your
business?”
I kept quiet
immediately. I
looked like a
chump, transfering
my left hand behind
and
scratching my head
with my right,
patiently
listening to what
Sade was saying.
“Sir, my assignment
is not here with
me.”
Sade continued, “I
forgot it in my hall.”
I hysterically had
an inane look on my
face.
What! so all the
while, Sade’s
assignment
wasn’t in her bag, I
almost said. I
succeeded
in wasting my time
and fooling around.
I felt
like knocking myself
continuously on the
head.
I silently
disappeared from
there, so sure they
never knew when I
left.
I couldn’t bear all
that has been
happening to
me, so I decided to
take a break for
the day. I
ran into the class,
picked up my bag
and
escaped before
Sade comes to grill
me. Bayo
kept calling my
name as I was
hastily leaving
the class. I can’t
afford to answer
anyone
because I needed
to be alone. I had
thought
being alone was the
best therapy for my
present
predicament.
I have two more
lectures left for that
day but
it doesn’t really
matter to me
because my
mind was already
made up. As a
matter of
fact, not attending
those lectures
doesn’t have
any effect on me
because the
lecturers of
those courses are
perpetual
absentees.
I started my
solitude on the road
by listening
to cool gospel
music. I was totally
enthralled
in the lyrics of each
song that played
one after
the other. It kept
convicting my lost
soul. I felt
like shedding tears
because I really felt
lost. I
never imagined I
could think of
stealing as an
option for my
carelessness. My
eyes was so
saturated with
tears that
immediately I
blinked
my eyes, some
trickled down my
cheeks. I
buried my head
quickly and cleaned
the tears
with the back of my
palm from making it
obvious.
Afterwards, I
raised my head and
prayed silently in
my heart for
forgiveness and
total restoration.
I took my time,
strolling to my hall
of
residence.
Everywhere was
extremely quiet, no
doubt everyone
was out for lecture.
It was
good enough for
me, because I
would have a
solace sleep. I
stayed at the
topmost floor of
the fourth block of
my hall. I hate
climbing the
stairs, not even at
this time that I want
to get
to my room quickly.
I skipped one or
two steps
while climbing,
stretching my legs
wide to
reach the next
staircase, hoping
that would
get me twice as fast
to conquer the
whole
stairs. I finally got
to my corridor. I
suddenly
sneezed. My
nostrils became
clearer than
ever.
“Uhmmmm… This
smell is familiar. It
is
familiar.” I said
nodding my head
like a lizard
in approval of my
instinct. “This
smells like
Kofo’s perfume. Yes
na!. This is Tony
Montana. It is jor.
Uhmmmmmm… My
nose
can’t decieve me.”
I discarded the
whole thoughts that
kept
gushing into my
small brain, knowing
fully
well that Kofo must
have been in the
lecture
room. Kofo is my
girlfriend, she is
the real
definition of beauty.
She is tall and
bronze in
complexion with a
very long curly
hair. She
has a figure eight-
like shape; she is
curvy in
shape. She got a
blue pupil colour
and a
perfect smile that
kept her
irresistible.
“Ouuch! Hmmmm!
Ouchh!! Easy on
me.” A girl
moaning from one of
the rooms.
“Ko je je be.” I
said to myself with
a fake smile
on my face, which
means ‘It mustn’t
be so.’
While almost getting
to my room, I
quickly
grabbed my phone
to call her. I dialed,
but to
hear a ringtone
coming out of my
room.
“Ooooooooooooooooouch!!!”
the female voice
came out of my
room.
I stood in front of
my room like a
dummy. My
mind quickly
accessed the last
naija film I
watched, where a
man caught his wife
redhanded with his
friend in bed. I
closed my
eyes and shook my
head, easing off the
thought that kept
playing.
The Intimate sound
that kept coming out
of
my room got me
totally frenzy. I
dialed the
number again but I
wasn’t
disappointed, a
ringtone sounded
out loud from my
room
again.
TO BE CONTINUED..

20 Mar 2015 18:26

We're is remaing episode nw

27 Mar 2015 16:39

EPISODE 4
I fumed as I waited patiently at the
door. The
Intimate sounds that kept coming out
of my
room established nasty pictures on my
subliminal mind. I couldn’t tolerate the
sound
any longer, I turned around and rested
my
arms on the railing of the corridor
listening to
music. Why should Kofo break my
heart?,
what was my offence?, why did she
have to
choose my roommate?, why on earth is
she
not in class?, when did she decide to be
wayward?. These questions kept
ringing on my
mind simultaneously. Girls shouldn’t be
allowed in the hall at this time, I guess
she
sneaked in, why should she? I thought
to
myself. I couldn’t wait to satisfy my
curiousity, so I lividly knocked at the
door.
“Onye na-aku aka, na onu uzo nna ya
otu
ahau?” Emeka questioned ignorantly,
which
means ‘Who is knocking on his father’s
door
like that?’
Emeka is my nasty roommate. He is a
casanova, he gallantly gives girls more
attention than his studies; I can forfeit
any
examination to be with a lady, he
jokingly said
to me one faithful day.
I was left in the dark to figure out the
meaning
of what he said. I wished I could
understand
and speak Igbo at that very moment. I
had no
choice, I knocked again.
“Who’s that na?” He asked disturbed.
“It’s me.” I replied furiously.
“You. Who?”
“Banji!” I answered aggravated.
I am Olabanji Adebanjo, Banji to be
concise.
Friends compare me to Hulk Hogan
because of
my physique. Short folks tilt their neck at
an
angle of elavation just to gaze at me. I
get
easily irritated when I don’t have my
way.
“Jeeeez! Am coming.” He shockingly
replied.
I could easily hear their jumbled
movement
trying to put things in order. I had to
wait for
some minutes just for him to open the
door.
Emeka finally came out with his slacked
BYC
singlet on, exhibiting his broad chest
like a
table tenis board. I wasn’t surprised
that he
was sweating because he must have
been
fatigued after the exercise.
“Am sorry Banji.” He apologized quickly
with a
wink.
With a vindictive look I replied almost
immediately, “Be sorry for yourself.”
My brain was as hot as a plugged
electric
iron. All I could think of was to go in
and
confront my so-called girlfriend. Emeka
was
still standing on my way, pleading
continuously.
“I know you are very upset. Very very
upset.”
He said with a cloud of pity on his face.
“Why won’t I?” I interrupted harshly.
“You are
not a good friend. You are far from
being
good.”
“I know. I didn’t respond your calls
when you
did.”
“Call? Which call?” I asked slightly
mystified.
“Yes. I missed two of your calls.”
I was so confused, because I can’t recall
when
I dialed his number. I quickly brought
out my
mobile to check my recent call log.
Suprisingly, his number appeared as my
most
recently dialed contact. I was still
shocked,
looking at the log again like an
unbelievable
magic. Emeka stood at akimbo, looking
at me
thinking deeply on a spot. I later
realised I
mistakenly dialed his number instead of
Kofo’s. I had saved Kofo’s number as
‘Emerald’ which came immediately after
‘Emeka’ on my contact list. My
impatience
was the sole cause of that mistake.
I was not satisfied, so I proceeded
inside the
room to satisfy my curiousity. Our room
is a
two-man room, big enough to
accomodate two
extra individuals. Emeka decided to
demarcate
the room with a big opaque curtain
because of
his promiscuous activities. I prayed I
was
wrong about Kofo’s presence in the
room. I
swung the curtain to the right to
expose the
stranger’s face for verification. She
never
noticed I was already in the room, even
directly behind her, because she was
already
sitted facing the wall, pretending to be
reading
a magazine. Foolish girl, who do you
think
you are deceiving, I almost said. I moved
closer and tapped her. She reluctantly
turned
around and looked at me. I was bolted
from
the blue when I saw who it was. My
heart
skipped a beat. I wiped my face with my
right
palm, concentrating more on my eyes
because
I still can’t believe she is the one am
seeing.
She felt mortified burying her head. I
stood at
akimbo and nodded in pity.
“Sister Grace! Exco! Church! Haba!” I
said,
pronouncing each word with my mouth
open
wide like a goalpost.
TO BE CONTINUED…

27 Mar 2015 16:41

EPISODE 5
I quickly covered my mouth with my
palms to
prevent me from saying anything nasty
to her.
I respected the fact that am not in the
right
position to chastise her, because she is
the
bible study secetary in my church
fellowship.
Her head was still bowed in shame, I
knew she
was suffering from the shock of been
caught in
the act. She sniffled time after time,
sending a
signal that she was weeping. I am so
emotional; easily touched by the tears of
people especially the ladies. I moved
closer to
her, knelt down in front of her, grabbed
her
head gently, and raised it up. I
wondered if
raising her head or kneeling before her
was
the reason for another set of tears. Her
eyes
were already cherry red due to her
ceaseless
tears. I tried all I could to dent the down
pour
of her tears but to no avail.
“Sister Grace, Sister Grace, please stop
crying.”
I said, wiping her cheeks with my
handkerchief.
She sniffled and ultimately stopped
crying. I
was quite ecstatic at that very moment
for
several reasons; sister Grace who finally
halted her showers of tears and the
most
intriguing one, the fabrication of my
thought
about Kofo’s presence in my room.
Emeka
stood at a vantage point in the room
stumped
at the drama we both displayed. I
furiously
glanced at him while patting her back to
reduce the shock.
“Banji, what’s wrong?” Emeka asked,
“you
know Grace?”
“You dey mad!” I stood up and replied
angrily.
“Me? Sey wetin?”
I moved closer and shoved him against
the
wall, installing my raged eyes on him.
“Would you get your hands off me
before I get
mad at you!” He commanded with his
eyes
bulging out like that of a drangonfly.
Banji, repect your old age and let him go
else
you’ll cruise around the week with a
black eye,
I quickily thought to myself. I gradually
released my hands off him because I
was
quite scared of him. I shifted my
attention
away from him to Sister Grace who was
down
in the dumps.
“Sister Grace, kindly come to my bed
space.” I
said, helping her up from Emeka’s chair.
Emeka must have really dealt with her
because I wondered why she was
walking like
an aged woman with an invisible
walking
stick. Emeka muttered some abusive
words
while we walked by him, I could barely
hear
them. She sat on my bed while I sat on a
wooden box beside it. I once again
calmed her
down before persuading her to talk. I
trimmed
down the sound of my voice because of
Emeka’s snoopy ears.
“Talk to me, what’s between you and
Emeka?”
I asked, pointing at where Emeka was.
She burst into tears again. I suddenly
got
pissed, but it got me wondering what
really
transpired between these two folks. I
really
wanted to know the secret behind her
tears.
But Sister Grace, you enjoyed the whole
moment he was on you, I said to myself.
I
allowed my tender heart to reign by
pampering
her once again; I really don’t have that
time,
I’m only doing that to find out the truth.
I
wheedled her to vomit every truth
residing in
her belly. She was about talking when
my cell
phone rang. Why was Bayo calling? I
paused
and asked myself. I missed his call as I
was
about answering it. Bayo called again,
now
it’s totally bizarre; Bayo hardly ever calls
nor
send text messages. I picked up the call
and
hung up in less than five seconds; ten
seconds would be close to the truth.
I became uneasy thereafter the call. I
was
completely bewildered, it all seem my
day was
deteriorating instead of getting better. I
hastily
picked up my bag and ran out of the
room like
a thief about to be caught. I never gave
a bit
of attention to sister Grace who was
surprised
about my sudden change and exit out
of the
room. I made use of my elongated legs,
running very fast, faster than the speed
of
light to my department. While running,
my
sandal suddenly dissevered, reducing
my pace.
The devil is a liar, I assured myself; the
devil
is always blamed for all faults, even
delibrate
ones. I finally arrived at my department
but
belated. My course mates were already
coming out of the lecture room. Some
were
smiling, while some knitted their brows.
They
had a test. I was completely perplexed, I
felt
like going offline in the real sense of life.
I
approached Bayo, who was also
frowning out
of the class.
“O boy! How was the test?” I curiously
asked.
“That woman na !” Bayo replied, “I
swear
she’s mad.”
“Wetin happen? How the questions be
like?”
“She no teach us anything and yet she
sets
crazy questions.”
I was quite happy that not only Bayo
was
frowning but some few other students.
She
might give us another test if students
didn’t
perform well, I hoped. We took off
walking on
the veranda of the department to our
halls.
“Mrs Nwachukwu, na craze person.” I
yelled,
“How many times has she lectured us?”
“I wonder too.” Bayo affirmed.
“She is a bastard!” I yelled again.
Almost getting to the end of the
veranda, we
heard a creaky sound; it was an office
door.
“Banji!”
We paused, I turned around to find out
who
called me. Lo and behold, it was Mrs
Nwachukwu.
TO BE CONTINUED…

5 Apr 2015 11:36

Nice 1,next?

10 Apr 2015 20:11

Its reli interesting. next plz!

11 Apr 2015 00:50

pls if u knw u wont finish ur story dnt write@all

14 Apr 2015 05:27

I pick one more or two things from story and its really interesting. wen is d next episode coming out