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Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by extremelygolden: 3:56pm On Jan 02, 2020 |
You guys should please calm down. Aside writing, these guys have other tasking activities they are doing. Understanding matters a lot. And don't forget we're not even paying for their stories, yet they keep on entertaining us. The best thing to do would be to reach out to them and know if they're even alright. I saw people lashing out at other writers as well. It's damn so unfair. Happy New Year, Fam. 3 Likes |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by adebayo201: 8:57pm On Jan 02, 2020 |
When you heard that Centino is back again...
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Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 2:59pm On Feb 28, 2020 |
THE RETURN The three months passed quickly. One morning, at the start of the fourth month, Alhaji Sirika pulled up in his red jeep and stood arms akimbo and admired his just completed project. It glistened with new paint, and the air around carried the giddying smell of fresh wood and cement. Number 225 Katakata street was now easy on the eyes. The Alhaji was pleased with himself. What he had done was to convert the single rooms into twin rooms and constructed an additional kitchen and toilet on both floors. He closed up alternate doors on the corridor and constructed new ones inside linking the rooms. So instead of single rooms, they now had the rooms in pairs and would only be rented out at such. There would be fewer families in the compound now. And the additional kitchen and toilets would improve comfort and hygiene. But it was still a face-me-i-face-you. He turned and nudged Papa Efe who stood quietly by his side nodding as the Alhaji lauded the work done in the compound. “Papa Efe. You are only nodding. What do you say?” “Alhaji the work e good. But is not self contain.” “I know. That plan would have almost meant pulling down the entire building. Do you now the plumbing involved to give the rooms separate toilets and kitchens? Or don’t you know what self contain means? “I know Ahaji. Just that you promise us.” “Oga this is the best I can do. Don’t forget that the building was sinking so I had to repair the cracked foundation as well. Didn’t you notice those pilasters? You know what those alone cost? This is better than what we had before and I will still make my money. Anyone that wants a fancy house can go and build their own or wait for their government.” “Okay sir. So make I put signboard “To Let?” “Let those who want to come back return. I guess nature already took care of the bad people. I want them to come and see that Alhaji Sirika is a man of his words. If there are rooms remaining you can then invite new tenants. I have built them a mansion!" “Okay I go tell them sir. The mansion fine.” Papa Efe said. * Mr. Zubi did not like Enugu. He said to his wife almost every night. He whispered it because he did not want his children to know that he felt the same way they felt. New Haven where they lived was annoyingly serene. Abakpa, Obiagu, and Emene that mimicked Lagos still felt rural to him. There was no place like Oshodi or Mile 2. He missed the ragged red-eyed conductors who almost vomited their lungs when they contorted their faces like professional funeral weepers and bellowed out “oshodi enter with your change oooo!” Now he read that Lagos was very hot. He wanted to experience the heat. He tossed and turned in bed and then heard his phone beeb. It was a ring tone he selected for the Katakatastreet WhatsApp group. It was Papa Efe posting. “The house is ready. Alhaji said everybody can come back.” Mr. Zubi sprang out of the bed with the phone in his hand. His wrapper fell from his waist and he was naked but he did not mind. “Mama Willy-willy!” “What is it again this man?” “Pack your things. We are going back home.” * Achike did not move that far away. He was still on Katakata Street and knew about the progress of work at number 225. His new place was quieter, with no more drama than you would expect from a face-me-I-face-you inhabited by normal people. So when he saw Papa Efe’s message the night before, he was not sure he was going to heed it until the following morning when he saw Chisco tapping his mother-in-law’s bottom and the woman looked at his brother and smiled. It was not the smile as much as the fact that she did not look surprised that worried Achike. He thought about it, his wife was approaching full term, she would need her mother for what was to come, a focused mother at that. Achike knew that if he allowed Ogbu Agu to nye ya nnukwu amu that the woman would forget her omugwo role and leave him alone to bath his baby every morning and night while she sang hallelujah under Chisco. So he summoned Chisco. “Ogbu!” “Yes brother.” “Did you hear that they have finished the house at number 225?” “I hear, but this place better.” “Why do you say so?” “People wey their head correct dey here.” “But the bad peope are dead at number 225 and the very poor dirty ones will not be able to afford the two rooms.” “Brother make we stay here.” “Erm Ogbu!” “Yes brother.” “I have an idea.” “Okay tell me.” “You see, as you have become a man now, it is necessary that you have your own place.” “Wetin you dey talk brother?” “I’m saying, I will take my family, which is my wife and her mother and go back to number 225 and you will maintain this room.” Just then, Eyonyam passed in front of them. Now that Evae was heavily pregnant, her mother had become the cynosure of all eyes in the compound and the neighborhood. While they always knew her to be attractive, even in her late thirties, she had become even more wholesome since the death of her husband, Agbonyibo. It was as if her body had been re-chiseled to embody everything Evae possessed before the pregnancy and more. For one, her breasts were now fuller, to better complement the legendary round buttocks that ran in the family, and when she smiled, you would think that she was a career air hostess. Chisco noticed that his elder brother stopped talking and his jaw was hanging as his mother-in-law swayed past them. He coughed and Achike started. “Ehen…Ogbu. I was erm saying…” “Brother you talk am before say we no go go back to number 225. You say we go live here and you go take the money wey you for pay for number 225 settle me.” “Yes I said so but you see ehm…” Chisco again noticed that Eyonyam had returned from the frontage and Achike could not take his eyes off her.” “Ehen…We will go and leave you here so that you will not be distracted.” “Me, distracted, brother!” “Yes. Live here alone and start life like I started.” “Brother.” “Ehn?” “Brother.” “Ehn?” “Brother.” “Ehn?” “How many times I call you?” “What sort of nonsense is that?” “Remove monkey hand for soup pot.” “What?” “I say remove monkey hand for soup pot before monkey hand go turn to human being hand.” “Gerraway!” * Irikefe hated Delta. He could not stop checking his phone for the good news from his father. Papa Efe had told him he had high hopes that the house would be completed soon and he would send for him. Irikefe had been working as a vigilante protecting oil pipelines in Ugheli South. While they were in the bush risking their lives, the repentant militants who got the contracts rode in Rolls Royce and threw parties every weekend and collected chieftaincy titles all over town. He hated all the fawning around these men he saw from the boys there. He missed the egalitarian nature of Lagos boys, who did not care if you rode a jet or a Lamborghini. You were not more important than the Keke driver! And they did not hesitate to make you see that. But there, they worshipped you and kept saying “God when” in the hope that one day they too would become important militants. Castro was the first person he buzzed on WhatsApp once Papa Efe’s message came through: “Oboy you don hear?” Irikefe said. “My papa jump up for night when Papa Efe message enter. Guy, this Enugu no be am.” Castro said. “When una dey go back?” “On Sunday.” “Me I dey enter road tomorrow.” “Wait till Sunday na, make we reach the same time.” “I no fit wait abeg.” “Omo! I miss Area.” “No be small.” “Abeg you know whether mama Kike go come back?” “Wetin concern me with that one Castro?” “I wan go complete the work wey I start for him pikin body.” “Chai. This boy you never change o!” “I miss Katakata street aswear.” “So you mean say since you go Enugu nothing nothing?” “At all my guy. Girls here wan fall in love, dem want make you carry dem go eatery, sing love song for dem, but for Katakata street, once dem take light, just blow whistle and person daughter go just meet you under staircase for vitamin D.” “Chai Castro. In short I dey go moto park now. Before your papa and mama make up their mind carry you come Lagos I don share my own vitamin D finish.” “Aswear once I return this time, my papa no go control me again. Meanwhile, stay away from my geh." "Nobody get any geh for Katakata street. Ewu Gambia." * Josephine gazed down at the doctor on one knee and the ring in front of her. From the corner of her eyes, she could see bodies swarming around them and mobile phone lenses following her every movement. Then the inevitable “Say yes!” Say yes na!” “Aunty take the ring!”. The mall was closing in on her. “Poor fool”, she thought of the good doctor who had been her only lover in the past three months. The reaction of the crowd was what he was banking on. “Aunty you dey think am? See this fine man! Why you dey waste time?” When what was about to happen was becoming obvious, a girl in the crowd rushed forward and screamed “Give it to meeeeee! Oh Lord, why does this never happen to me! I am twenty-five and a graduate with AA genotype and I'm HIV negative and I will prove it!” As she walked away she could hear the bedlam behind her. Good people always believed that good was always right. That was why they suffered heartbreak. She had ignored papa Efe’s message from the previous night. Now it warranted a reply. Dr Amobi trended on social media for the next twenty-four hours after it emerged that he had given the ring to the strange girl who had offered him her bosom to cry on and they had kissed and walked out of the mall hand in hand. Perhaps a fairytale was what he deserved. “Good luck to you.” Nurse Jo said aloud. * Mr. Kingsley showed Sister Esther the text from Papa Efe. “I am in the WhatsApp group. I saw it already.” “I’m going back,” he said. “You, or we?” She said. “We already discussed it. This is now your place. Start afresh from here.” He said. “I’m pregnant.” “Jah Jehovah!” * Ndifreke dialed Maya’s number. It rang a few times and then she answered. “I’m going back to number 225. The house is ready.” “Can I come?” “I don’t think it’s a good idea.” “Your sugar mummy.” “Not that.” “You are ashamed of me.” “Not that.” “Then what?” “I don’t know.” “The baby is yours.” “You said so.” “Jonjo is an ass-hole Ndi.” “Surprise, surprise.” “You are mocking me.” “I’m not.” “Please take me back Ndi.” “I’ll think about it.” “Why did you call me then?” “I don’t know.” “Will you ever forgive me?” “I don’t know.” “You now what Ndi?” “What.” “Get lost.” “Thank you.” * Mr. Cosmas received the news with glee. Indeed he was going to go back. 225 Katakata street was home, and clearly he had not completed his mission there. He brought out his phone and texted Papa Efe. “I am coming back sir. And from I gather, most of the others are coming back as well. Please as they come, let them know that we must have a meeting ASAP. I suggest on Sunday. We need to catch up and set course for a new chapter in our lives. Crucially too, we have to talk about this coronavirus problem that has entered Lagos.” “No problem." Papa Efe replied. "See you on Sunday.” TO BE CONTINUED. visit katakatastreet.com for more 23 Likes 1 Share |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by darniejay(m): 3:24pm On Feb 28, 2020 |
We are back finally. More grace Centino 3 Likes |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by sheycrown(f): 3:50pm On Feb 28, 2020 |
Welcome back Centino, it's good to read from you again. |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by ToyBoyAaron(m): 3:55pm On Feb 28, 2020 |
Now this is the main deal. Welcome back sir. |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by cassbeat(m): 4:02pm On Feb 28, 2020 |
Yo!!! Welcome eyeneka @centino... |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by genius43(m): 4:12pm On Feb 28, 2020 |
Oshey.... We are back.... 1 Like
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Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by MisterMan123456: 4:29pm On Feb 28, 2020 |
My Goodness!!!! Centino is back!!!!! God bless centino, God bless federal republic of Nigeria ![]() 1 Like |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by VicThory(m): 4:29pm On Feb 28, 2020 |
Banga Centino you know say i miss your writing. 1 Like |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Ayanfe29(f): 4:38pm On Feb 28, 2020 |
Finally!!! The house has been renovated. Welcome back Centino. Wagbayi! |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by YINKS89(m): 4:46pm On Feb 28, 2020 |
Mehn the wait was worth it we need to also renovate the house together... Guy u damn good... Centino mention people wey don forget make we continue from there now that the house is full ones more and we re expecting new tenants |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by sampz: 5:04pm On Feb 28, 2020 |
the joy reading this story..
welcome back man |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by BlessedNiel: 5:18pm On Feb 28, 2020 |
Wow wow wow What a way to return! Welcome back Mr. Centino |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by EkopSparoAyara(m): 6:20pm On Feb 28, 2020 |
My fellow katakatans, we're back to our “Mansion” as Alhaji Sirika put it..
Number 225 katakata street is going to bubble again.. Welcome back everyone.. Welcome back Centino.. Ann2012 Queenite Kimberlywest Honourable365 and others.. 3 Likes |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Nobody: 6:20pm On Feb 28, 2020 |
welcome back centino, boss of life ![]() 1 Like |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 7:39pm On Feb 28, 2020 |
sheycrown: my sheycrown!!!!!!!!!! happy to be back miss those cupcakes ![]() 1 Like |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 7:40pm On Feb 28, 2020 |
YINKS89: guy no be lie. abeg help me mention dem. the thing dey put me for trouble for these mods hand. i want all my tenants back!!!!! |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 7:40pm On Feb 28, 2020 |
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Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 7:42pm On Feb 28, 2020 |
EkopSparoAyara: my man. thanks for doing the mentions. miss all my peeps. 1 Like |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 7:43pm On Feb 28, 2020 |
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Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by YINKS89(m): 7:50pm On Feb 28, 2020 |
Centino:.. na so I know the perfect place to get them. |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by YINKS89(m): 7:52pm On Feb 28, 2020 |
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Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by abuhson(m): 8:00pm On Feb 28, 2020 |
Centino more grease to ur elbow We are back We are back |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by cassbeat(m): 8:01pm On Feb 28, 2020 |
Centino:Yes o baba... Sunday be quick |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Ayobami7(m): 9:12pm On Feb 28, 2020 |
我们现在回来 |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by alabig(m): 9:18pm On Feb 28, 2020 |
The long awaited bride is back.... |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by nnamdiosu(m): 9:22pm On Feb 28, 2020 |
Ghen Ghen....funny how Centino and corona virus came the same day...hope none of those witches for katakata street dey behind it sha. But its ok, God get our back. Centino, abeg collect one cold malt from that woman way dey sell drinks downstairs. Tell her say I go pay when I collect salary next week ![]() 1 Like |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by ifud(m): 9:43pm On Feb 28, 2020 |
Holywizard:You and who... Bros park well. Do you know what he maybe passing through? Have you cared to find out why he isn't posting? If I were to drop an inference on you I would say without doubt or fear that you are a selfish person... but I wouldn't... Centino will bounce back... 3 Likes 1 Share |
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