There was this my friend on Facebook. She was so fair. Mary Kushin. She was such a charmer and I loved chatting with her.

I usually like all her pictures and crazy updates. She was such an online fun. In short, to play the more I usually call her big mama. She was always jovial, usually laughing her ass out all the time.


One night, I simply sent her a chat, “Hi mama. Sup” and after some minutes she replied.

“Bae me. I’m sweet and you daughti”

I quickly replied, “I’m not fine o”

She oops like, “What? What’s the p?”

Jokingly I sent, “it’s my brother o. He is just here eating cake alone. He doesn’t want to give me”

She typed, “Hei wicked brother. Lmao.”

I typed, “I want to kill him o”

She laughed, “lol. Don’t worry I will help you and kill that goon. Where is he sef?”

I typed, “He is still alive here eating like goat. Check my uploads. You will see his big head. The one in the middle of the pix I uploaded yesterday. Wearing a face cap.”

Within few minutes she sent me, “lmao. I have seen him. He will die tonight. I must kill that idiot for not giving you cake”

I simply sent her ‘lol’ and left my brothers’ room to mine because it was late already. Sleep got me.

I woke up the next morning in Lagos but she was in Delta state, a cute Delta girl. As soon as I woke up I strolled into my brothers’ room to wake them up for school. We were all in year one in the university. I slapped Jimmy, Jimmy turned. I slapped Jack. I kept slapping them as usual and Jimmy got up and rushed to the bathroom for morning pee.

I returned to Jack slapping his hairy legs but he wasn’t responding. It was becoming...
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