finally I was able to read the one have lacked behind.
mama Akuna you done see your ogah now . so witch dey get senior.

centino I hail ooo

Hmmm

Kudos to you Mr centino, this is a great story

Men this story is amazing, kudos to the writer more inspiration, God bless your handiwork

Holywizard:
Lol. Dem Don see waist. I go like this kind compound. Sex should be free like water

. Even water is not free nah.

I finally made it to the last page. Obong Centino amenam abogho,itong uwem usongfien. So i will now be shouting for more updates with others. Smh...

Anijay1212:
I finally made it to the last page. Obong Centino amenam abogho,itong uwem usongfien. So i will now be shouting for more updates with others. Smh...

welcome to da club
of hungry readers

Hmm!!
After several weeks of absence I'm back again and you boss centino, you just can't stop making my day.


Boss I hail thee

Centino, abeg make todays update loooong. Thank you.

This story is breathtaking n interesting..centino u re good

INDUSTRIALFAN:

Sshhhh, stop laughing. You are making noise.

IT'S SUNDAY TODAY.......Centino we are waiting. Let ne go and bake some cake so long

dimelo:

welcome to da club
of hungry readers

Lol... Let the fun centino sorry i mean continue...

cenito we are waiting for today update

Today's update should be longer than River Nile.

Another day at 225 Katakata street. Centino, I trust you won't disappoint...as e dy hot!!!

Centi baba, oya show us the love Nah.

Pls, give us update :'

Centino where art thou? Stone us with update na.

Centi Centi.. Centi Bobo.. We are waiting..

My padi for Katakata Jungle, where art thou?

Centino Thou Hath Waited Long Will Thy Peoples Expectation Be Cut Short

as today is sunday i wil be like

I dey happy as say today na my birthday, waiting patiently for ur update... Oga mi!

Today update go burrs ground for Katakata street, every body go jolli

@Centino... I see you viewing...

Centino come and continue this gist o. The wait is killing.

OK...today is Sunday. Baba Centino abeg come ride this motor go the permanent site.

LOVE


Ndifreke sat still and watched the door when Maya left. She had been a model for only one week and she was already unrecognizable. She even smelled of a different perfume. What a career she had ahead of her. They took the light and he found it a relief, as it was a good reason to go back outside. Fresh air to clear his head was just what he needed.

As he perched on the soak away he heard the buzz of Mr Cosmas’ shortwave radio and went in that direction.

“It’s a mystery sir, that in these days of the internet, radio apps, and whatnot you still listen to this Hausa radio as Papa Efe calls it.”

Mr Cosmas chuckled and said, “If these stations are still on the airwaves, it means someone has to listen to them.” They both laughed and then Mr Cosma said: “I see you are not going to bed any soon.”

“No I’m not sir. Sleep is very far from me.”

“Then I’ll get you a seat.” He went inside and returned with a stool for Ndifreke.

“So tell me. How has the keke business been?”

“So so sir. I don’t see myself prospering like this. It only makes enough for me to get by. And the new tricycle is already giving me problems. If I didn’t know better I’d say I was cursed.”

“Don’t say that. Words are powerful.”

“I know. But I am frustrated.”

Mr Cosmas nodded but did not say anything.

“Anyway, something else bothers me.”

“Tell me.”

“It’s my girlfriend Maya again sir.”

“What about her?”

“The other day you were talking about the implication of women being looked at lustfully.”

“I remember that.”

“My question is… what happens to women in jobs and professions where they are out there to be looked at? Models, flight attendants those types of women?”

“How does this concern Maya if I may ask?”

“She is now a model sir. She came back today and was telling me stories. All I saw was my Maya up there for all sorts of men to ogle. It’s disconcerting.”

“Hmmm.”

“They must have gang-raped her in their minds. She came back walking like an empty shell. Tell me, sir. Does it mean that there is no help for these girls?”

“There is my friend. A person who stands right; who does not have dark tendencies is always able to repel negative vibes. Such vibes look for homogeneity in a person as grounds to cling. When there is none, the negative vibes bounce off and the person is unaffected. That is why it is important to pray and ask the Lord’s protection every day as you go about your life.”

“Just that?”

“The Lord will never leave his children without protection. Ask and it shall be given. And also stand right.”

“I will make sure she does not only ask but covers herself with the blood of Jesus every day before going to that place.”

“Blood of Jesus. Topic for another day.”

“Topic for another day. The same thing you said when they spoke about Jesus sleeping with Mary Magdalene. Come on Mr Cosmas, Don’t tell me that that was even remotely possible.”

“And why not?”

“Why not? I’m mortified sir. The son of God having sex? Is it not blasphemy to even think about it?"

“The son of God came in the flesh. Like you and me, he felt hunger, pain, and every natural impulse. Think about it. Do you think that if he felt the urge to eat, to urinate, to cry, to laugh, that he did not feel the urge to relieve himself in this most natural way as well? The son of God knew the Laws. He would have known also that suppression goes against the laws of nature. Some people think that abstinence can cause them to rise higher spiritually. It may well happen that they achieve just the opposite because there will be a constant struggle which will weigh one down and deplete spiritual energy. It is not likely that Christ would have put himself through that. I cannot say for the Mary Magdalene story even though it is documented in some ancient books as such. But it is not beyond reason. And he would not have been any less divine for doing so.

“I’m sorry sir but this is a bit too much for me.”

“Man has made an unnecessary cult of the Christ persona and completely missed the point. That is the problem with religion. I’m sure if they had their way people would tell us that Christ was an entity that appeared from heaven every day and got fed spiritual food by angels and such fantastic tales. Some cannot even live with documented facts that he was poor and illiterate. You must have heard prosperity pastors sell us the balderdash that he was rich by twisting his life experiences so as to justify their own flamboyance. But I have news for you. While he was here, he was no different from you and me. Only he was on a high mission, which he was conscious of and he knew his origin, such that if he were to indulge his flesh he would do it within the laws and not in a manner that would bring harm to himself or anyone else. Believing otherwise in the hope that that makes us good believers is nonsense. The obsession with his person will only drive many to doom.

"He tried to deflect attention from himself by warning that not all who called him lord lord would be saved. Rather he said if we loved him, we should keep his commandments. That is all he demands. Not killing yourself about whether he ate, drank or knew a woman. Keep my commandments! Commandments of which the greatest is Love."


Up on the roof, as soon as she recognized the head of the canaries she said:

“You!”

“Yes,” He said.

“This is my territory.” She said.

“You have been a disgrace to this territory. That is why we came,” He said.

“How dare you?” She said.

Then the chief white canary opened its mouth and a blaze of fire emerged and engulfed the two red kites that had just arrived. In ten seconds the hairs on the kites were completely charred and they stood like chickens ready for the stew pot.

“What have you done?” She said.

“I’ve just told you politely to shut up.”

“You burnt our hairs. That is not supposed to be possible. We are not real birds.”

“Now that I have proved to you that you know nothing, I want you to pay attention and speak only when I ask you to.”

The mother kite’s head dropped and it said “Okay.”

“What do you think you are doing tying down Ndifreke?”

“It isn’t me tying him down. I only joined his people to do as they wish.”

“Release him. Tonight.”

“Why?”

“You are playing with fire.”

“How?”

“He is in love with Maya. Do you know how potent true love is?”

“I know, but he is too broke to realize.”

“They don’t need to realize anything. They only need to join hands together and call their God and fire will consume you. They have flowing through them the greatest power in the universe. You cannot say the same of many sexual relationships but these two are different. You leave them alone if you want to remain.”

“As I already said, His people hold the key.”

“I will summon them here tonight. I want him free at once.”

“What manner of witches are you?”

“We are smarter than you that’s all. We know our world and choose our battles wisely. You, on the other hand, are a laughing stock. Everyone knows you are a witch, and you have to pretend to be what you are not so that they don’t lynch you. We will live all our lives here and no one will know who we really are.”

“So you are good witches?”

“There is no such thing. Good entities do not dwell on this plane. Like I said, we are wiser than you.”

“And you say you came because of me?”

“There is a void here that needs to be filled. You are already finished.”

“Akunna my son wants to kill me.”

“We know that.”

“Will you help me?”

“It may be too late already.”

“Surely there is something you can do.”

“It is hard to believe how useless you really are.”

“I know. Please help me.”

“Release Nidifreke tonight.”

“Yes, I will.”

“And don’t stand in our way. We have a different mission, and we don’t need any stupid old witch exciting people and distracting us.”

“Okay, I understand.”

“Good.”

“But can I ask one thing?”

“What may that be?”

“Irikefe. I need to deal with him.”

“He is mine now,” the smallest canary spoke.

“What do you mean?”

“You heard my daughter. She has Irikefe now and will do to him as she pleases. You have been trying all this while and cannot touch him. So stand down.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?"

“Okay, master.”



Maya knocked and let herself in. She had just seen Mkpoikanna leaving so she knew it was all clear. Ndifreke sat still with his chin in his hand and with a fixed gaze at the window.

“Good morning Ndi. Is everything alright?”

“Yes dear. Everything is fine. I had a dream.”

“A dream? You hardly dream.”

“Yes dear. That is why I am contemplative.”

“I hope it was good.”

“Yes, I should say. In the last dream I remember, three people tied me to a stake. I remember waking up and feeling very weak. Today was the opposite. The same three people untied me and then I ran. I just kept running until I found myself in a garden of roses. I just spread my arms and closed my eyes and savoured the sweet smell of the roses. Then I woke up beside Mkpoikanna.”

“Awww baby. That sounds like a good dream.” She said and hugged him.

“Well, I guess so. For one, I feel invigorated. Nothing like I felt after the last dream.”

“That’s wonderful. Then you should be off for business. It’s rush hour.”

“I’m not going today. I’m going with you.”

“You don’t mean that do you?”

“You think I’m joking?”

“For one, I am on my way out and secondly, why would you be going with me?” Just then, Maya’s phone rang. Ndifreke listened as her tone softened as she spoke to the man who was no doubt ‘the client’.

“Okay, I will be expecting the call. That is so kind of you sir. See you later. Bye.”

“What call will you be expecting?”

“The Uber driver will call. He is on his way already.”

“You are not taking any nonsense Uber.”

“What do you mean Ndi?”

“We will go by bus.”

“He said…”

“I don’t care what he said!” Ndifreke thundered. “Just wait here let me go and have my bath. I will be ready in ten minutes even if it I have to use the bathroom only Mr Kingsley uses.”

Twenty minutes later, they sat side by side on a stuffy bus going to the national stadium. Each facing a different direction.



They got to the location and Ndifreke tagged behind Maya. They had still not said anything to each other since the argument before the Uber driver was asked to leave. Maya’s cousin and agent was already standing outside waiting for Maya along with the photographer who was also the producer. They were all over her as soon as she was in sight. Ndifreke lagged behind and watched. Maya did her best to explain away her refusal to use the Uber and the photographer went on a rant about her physical condition. She did not look well rested and she was wearing tight jeans which she shouldn’t have because it woul leave lines on her legs as the clothes she was modeling today were a bit more revealing. He asked about her body hair and also went into another tantrum when she said she didn’t do anything about it.

“I told you you won’t be modeling jeans and jackets every day. Today you are doing a range of high waist shorts and sleeveless gowns and you are in no shape for it!”

The agent began to speak to the photographer cum producer to calm down as there was a way out, and as they argued, a man in his mid-thirties dressed in a patterned t-shirt and chinos shorts and slip-on loafers emerged. He was tall and slim and oozed sophistication. He walked up to Maya and pulled her in an embrace and kissed her on both cheeks. “Now that’s enough guys. She’ll do the same kind of thihgs as yesterday. So let’s get cracking.” It was then that Ndifreke stepped up. He walked up to them and took Maya’s hand and freed her from the man he later got to know was the famous ‘client.’

“What is it Ndi?”

“You came to model. You are not an escort!”

“what are you saying Ndi?”

“Why is he holding you like that? Why did he kiss you like that?”

“Ndi, they are watching us and you are embarrassing me.”

“I have not even started embarrassing you. So this is what you do here?”

“Ndi. Oh Lord. You are hurting me. Please stop.”

The client then walked up to them.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes everything is alright,” Maya said and held Ndifreke’s gaze in a plea.”

“And you, gentlemen, which agency are you singned on?’

“Em, he is my boyfriend, sir.”

“Yes I figured but who represents him.”

“No one sir. He is not a model.”

The client studied Ndifreke and then stretched out his hand and said, “I’m Jonjo.”

Ndifreke reluctantly took his hand and said “Ndifreke.”

“Ndifreke. I have some clothes I want you to go in there and wear and come out for me. Please.”

Ndifreke, still seething turned to Maya for approval and she nodded and nudged him.

Jonjo gave instructions and young boys and girls started running in all directions in the warehouse turned studio. One grabbed Ndifreke by the elbow and took him away.

Forty-five minutes later, he reemerged and no one, not even Maya recognized him . They put on him a navy blue blazer over a horizontally striped tshirt on a chinos and sneakers. They even managed to give him a new haircut as well. He looked like something straight from a Men’s lifestyle magazine.

“Maya. Please go in and wear something from yesterday.”

Maya did as she was told and emerged forty minutes later in a replica of the clothes she wore home the previous evening that had set off Ndifreke’s jealousy. As they stood side by side Jonjo said “The world thought Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt were the most beautiful couple ever. Everyone here gathered hear me. Right before us, is a couple that has debunked that lie. Turning to Maya’s cousin/agent he said “Cancel whatever deal you have with Maya. I am signing these two on to be the face of my outfits for the next two years. Maya and Ndifreke, welcome to a new life.”



Over at Katakata street, the men were talking about Jubrin Al Sudani, the alleged double of President Buhari. Irikefe was there too.

“Gentlemen, this talk about Jubrin is now getting out of hand. There is now a chronology of events leading to his emergence. They are saying Buhari collapsed on the 17th of Jan 2017. The following day he was flown to the UK. He underwent brain surgery and came out brain dead and in a coma. He was left in oxygen for a week and then the oxygen was switched off on the 27th of January. On the 28th he was flown to Saudi Arabia and buried. And then they took four months to recruit and train a double. Can we still call this a joke?”

“Governors Rochas and Amosun who are unhappy with the ruling party are already threatening to spill. In their words, Nigerians will burn down Aso Rock when they do.”

“Holy Ghost!”

Just then Evae walked into the group and knelt down and handed a glass of water to her father. He asked her what she was up to and she said she was going to have her bath. As she walked away, she took all the eyes with her save for her father’s. It was then, as he looked at her that Irikefe knew it was love.

It was the time of afternoon when there were fewer people at the backyard. So he stole away and did what he had promised himself he was not going to do again. He looked through the keyhole of the bathroom when there was no one about and first froze in shock. Evae, completely n*ked was looking at him through the same keyhole. She quickly turned and bent forward and her round buttocks and pudenda were all in his face. He managed to keep his heart from stopping and went to his room to look for his father.

Papa Efe was just rising from his siesta when his son walked in panting.

“What is it?”

“Papa I don’t want to continue with this carpentry work.”

“Eh hen? So what do you want to do?”

“I want to go and learn how to take care of animals.”



TO BE CONTINUED.

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A prayer for Centino
May your life be filled with no worries
May your hustle be blessed
May all you lay hands on prosper
May you be blessed with abundance of data
May you know no lack
May you receive much more Joy than you give your fans
May your sleep be peaceful
May your desires be granted according to God’s purpose for your life.
May you receive fresh and abundance of inspiration daily
Thank you for all you do
Thank you for bringing smiles our way
Thank you for katakata street.
You are the real MVP !!!

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