Jesus obanyi shouted suppressively, as the hoodlum gestured Keep quite while Kc and I were shocked down our spines when he first came in with his aura of ganja, and Jesus was the reply obanyi, who was all-fear but all-mouth like a tribe in fathers land,could reply to the intruders question. Now that wasnt what the young hitman wanted- though he need more jesus, so Obanyi, so us. I once heard about a moslem man, who joined others shouting: Jesus, Jesus as their flight was in the verge of crashing, obanyi reminded me of this, that Jesus could tell both go ye behind me, for i know ye not. LOL. And today, if the moselm man would heed the dumbest banality by stella odua that accident is Gods act - a trash neither found in mad Green Book of late gaddafi nor in the all-bone nansense words of late Amin dada- as jesus cannot fight against the ACT of the Father.he would keep calm and enjoy the play. Is unusually interesting but anti-development, how we africans, spiritualizes every human fault or pitfalls. In Congo DR, a child risked being killed in the name of being a witch, accused of being responsible for the parents old-electronics, which probably have outlived its manufracturers. Lol. As i observed the intruder, tall or even taller than reality, as they say: a dwarf could become a giant under hard drup. He possibly saw us as ants with his redshot eyes that looked like that of a rat caught on its tail and dashed against the wall. I wish I could dash this guys head on the wall in the of KINKOM. I wish i could use my childhood favorite changi jan or Jet Lis moves on him and land the gun in my hands, the monkey style. Viewers discrdtion advised.LOL I never thought of all this, but like a student, who crams rather than learn could loss all he crammed all his life in a split sec in hot seat, so i was. I remembered nothing- not even to confess my little sins- little? Is there any like that? Hmmn! So was kc, Obanyi was gesturing pleads like he was the only that wished to live amongst us. The hitman was mean and unmoving like a statue, with a finger firmly fixed on the trigger and eyes redden with ganja and the blood the slained, fixed on us like eagle and its prey. He was not afraid as his ganja-cracked voice echoed again: Wetin una get? Nothing bros we pampered him like my mum would tune me to change my mind on something. Lol. Wetin una be? he asked, there was war- that why he came. He entered the place like 2face, like Shades smooth operator but he was hanging out with the wrong set of coys.
Posted on: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 10:28:42 +0000
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