oga you d try oooo, na so suspense you d keep person for most of your story. I don wait for enemy within tire now na this one. weldon

abeg try update

Guy come update na

THE CHRONICLES OF TAOFIK SHAKITIBOBO - WAKA WAKA

Actually, this is the story of how Taofik found out about the affair between Iya Gbogbo his landlady and Baba Kike. Enjoy.
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WAKA WAKA

In case you have not noticed, I am the outgoing type, call me for any occasion and I will be there, be it child naming, marriage ceremony, house warming, even sef house packing ceremony, going to school ceremony or even I buy new television ceremony. All weather, just call me and I’ll find a way to be there irrespective of the day it falls on in the week.


It was approaching Christmas; you could already feel the frenzy, population around my street had increased a lot, you could see new faces everywhere, businesses are booming, even Baba Deborah – The Casket Man can attest to that and overall, everywhere seem lively, you could easily tell that Christmas is fast approaching.


Kunle and I had planned that on the eve of Christmas, we would go out to ‘skemp’ for some fleshly baked girls around the block, we had mapped out the plan that if we don’t get some at school 2 our local shepe joint, we will definitely get some at the Cele church two streets away. I made up my mind that I wasn’t going to Lucky that day and the next (which will be Christmas). I figured that Belinda my regular customer might travel to her home town in Delta and just in case she didn’t, I won’t be visiting either. I need to taste a new skele.


By Friday which was 22nd, we were allowed to close early from work so that some colleagues who would like to travel can make their journey while the rest of us will prepare to attend the end of the year party which was organized by our MD at one event center not very far off from our office. By 2pm I was already at home trying to put up a combination of clothes that will best suit the occasion, Eventually I settled for a pencil cut slightly ragged jean, a white body fitted short sleeve shirt with blue stripes and a black jacket to match my black converse sneakers. Omo boy was looking D.O.P.E.


I persuaded Kunle to attend with me since we were at liberty to invite a friend, spouse or date, but my friend declined. His excuse was that he had something very important to attend to at home. Kunle actually works from home. Since he couldn’t secure a job years after we both graduated from Ibadan Polytechnic, he decided to go into forex trading which over time made a sustainable income for him. Truth be told though, sometimes, he does a little internet G to add some sauce to his ministry.


On getting to the location of our end of the year party, I discovered that aside the DJ who was busy jamming like no tomorrow and Bola our office assistant, nobody else came. I looked at my wrist watch to check the time; it was already 4:30pm. I moved closer to Bola to inquire why the hall is still empty, she told me that a lot of staff had threatened to boycott the party earlier after our MD failed to pay our salary saying that he will pay us at the end of the month, to make matters worse, he even forced some staff to go over to his house to cook the food we were to eat at the party instead of giving it out to caterers. She even advised me not to bother eating the food because a lot of things she cannot mention has happened during the process of cooking it. ‘te ba nife ara yin, emo j’ojeun hun oo, orishirishi nkan t’inle ma daruko ti shele si b’en shey nwo hun’. That was how she told me.


I was a little sad though; I had planned my evening around the party. Though I cannot blame those colleagues who didn’t show up, our MD has been a wicked man since I met him. We make enormous profit for him every month (I will know, I’m the Accountant actually), yet he still delays paying salaries. If a staff falls sick, he will deduct the number of days that staff stayed home to be treated from the salary, claiming that the staff has exhausted the casual leave allotted. He drew the final straw when he said he wouldn’t be paying the staff salaries until the end of the month. His actual reason was that some of the staffs will over spend money during the festivity and come back to start stealing his money. Really who does that?!

[/color][color=#990000] nice write up

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Yeah. I just love the way u chose your words. Very interesting and kip us in suspense. Am a fan right from enemy within and now this. Just kip the story coming. More ink to ur pen.

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Nice

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THE CHRONICLES OF TAOFIK SHAKITIBOBO - WAKA WAKA



I wasn’t aware of this massive boycott but I wasn’t going to be seen as a snitch either, so instead of waiting it out at the party venue and probably have a lot of drinks to myself, I decided to switch to my plan B which I never knew I had in me before now – I opted to go and hook up with some street friends at School 2. My choice of School 2 over Iya Bode’s place was majorly down to the kind of fun I was hoping to have that day. I wanted an undiluted and uncut kind of fun; the type that only exists at School 2 after a lot of shepe has been introduced into the body system.


So before the MD will sight me and lure me into doing something my colleagues might hate me for, I bolted out of the event center without even informing Bola. I stopped a bike, negotiated the fee for my destination and disappear from the venue.


On getting to the School 2, I met a lot of buzz, merriment and of course free booze. A lot of guys decided to come to School 2 probably for the same reasons as mine on a day like this. The place was filled to its brim. Mama Don Jazzy (the owner of School 2) will definitely like to have this kind of crowd on a daily basis.


It was as if someone was on the lookout for me. As soon as I stepped down from the bike, someone chanted my name ‘Taofik!’ I looked around towards the direction of the voice but the rowdiness ensured I couldn’t see exactly who it was that called me. The voice sounded familiar though. I settled the bike man and took my first step towards the place when I heard my name again ‘Shakitibobo!’ this time I knew for sure it was Wale.


Just as I said earlier, School 2 was already buzzing with a lot of activities, as I make my way towards Wale, I could see a group of guys gambling, some with dice and some with cards. At this point I think it is important to mention that the fastest way to lose money and joy at the same time is to gamble with the dice, your money disappears faster than the speed of light and along with it goes your joy especially when you are betting with what might have been your last kobo. The worst part of it is no consolation whatsoever from any quarters. As soon as they suck you dry, they move unto the next one without even stealing a look towards your direction. So on a day like this, in a festive season like this, the fear of gambling is beginning of a sustainable joy.


Some guys were rolling and puffing like children of the most high, some were dancing with their partners, while some were handling with them. In a nut shell, you could watch any kind of movie at School 2, be it action, thriller, comedy and even some adult content. There can’t be a better place to be than School 2.


I finally got to where Wale was sitting. I went round the circle he and the other guys had formed with their bench and had a handshake with the guys while I took their boisterous greetings and all forms of accolades. You could easily tell that I was a popular figure around the block. Wale managed to create a space for me to sit on the long bench he was sitting; I had not even landed on the bench when he handed me a chilled bottle of Goldberg from one of the crates placed in front of him.
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THE CHRONICLES OF TAOFIK SHAKITIBOBO - WAKA WAKA



I wasn’t aware of this massive boycott but I wasn’t going to be seen as a snitch either, so instead of waiting it out at the party venue and probably have a lot of drinks to myself, I decided to switch to my plan B which I never knew I had in me before now – I opted to go and hook up with some street friends at School 2. My choice of School 2 over Iya Bode’s place was majorly down to the kind of fun I was hoping to have that day. I wanted an undiluted and uncut kind of fun; the type that only exists at School 2 after a lot of shepe has been introduced into the body system.


So before the MD will sight me and lure me into doing something my colleagues might hate me for, I bolted out of the event center without even informing Bola. I stopped a bike, negotiated the fee for my destination and disappear from the venue.


On getting to the School 2, I met a lot of buzz, merriment and of course free booze. A lot of guys decided to come to School 2 probably for the same reasons as mine on a day like this. The place was filled to its brim. Mama Don Jazzy (the owner of School 2) will definitely like to have this kind of crowd on a daily basis.


It was as if someone was on the lookout for me. As soon as I stepped down from the bike, someone chanted my name ‘Taofik!’ I looked around towards the direction of the voice but the rowdiness ensured I couldn’t see exactly who it was that called me. The voice sounded familiar though. I settled the bike man and took my first step towards the place when I heard my name again ‘Shakitibobo!’ this time I knew for sure it was Wale.


Just as I said earlier, School 2 was already buzzing with a lot of activities, as I make my way towards Wale, I could see a group of guys gambling, some with dice and some with cards. At this point I think it is important to mention that the fastest way to lose money and joy at the same time is to gamble with the dice, your money disappears faster than the speed of light and along with it goes your joy especially when you are betting with what might have been your last kobo. The worst part of it is no consolation whatsoever from any quarters. As soon as they suck you dry, they move unto the next one without even stealing a look towards your direction. So on a day like this, in a festive season like this, the fear of gambling is beginning of a sustainable joy.


Some guys were rolling and puffing like children of the most high, some were dancing with their partners, while some were handling with them. In a nut shell, you could watch any kind of movie at School 2, be it action, thriller, comedy and even some adult content. There can’t be a better place to be than School 2.


I finally got to where Wale was sitting. I went round the circle he and the other guys had formed with their bench and had a handshake with the guys while I took their boisterous greetings and all forms of accolades. You could easily tell that I was a popular figure around the block. Wale managed to create a space for me to sit on the long bench he was sitting; I had not even landed on the bench when he handed me a chilled bottle of Goldberg from one of the crates placed in front of him.
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the tension and suspense could be sliced with a knife
Ride on chief

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Oya let's go there I dey feel u joor

making sense bro

Uhn?

fucksterisback:

Madera001:
Uhn?

You said our comments will be highly appreciated

Lol...... funny guy

fucksterisback:
You said our comments will be highly appreciated

Madera001:
Lol...... funny guy

Bros a beg update us now

Shakitibobo coman upload o before i invite sopona into this thread.

Bros shopona ke? No vex Abeg oo tomorrow I go update.

fifty5:
Shakitibobo coman upload o before i invite sopona into this thread.

We see you oo

donsimoniiblog:
interesting story

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Madera, where art thou?

ChemicalReaction:
Madera, where art thou?

A huge number of nairaland writers just enjoy disappointing their readers...

Oga Ade I dey feel u die!

BROS YE OYA COMMA CONTINUE

THE CHRONICLES OF TAOFIK SHAKITIBOBO - WAKA WAKA






Guys were no longer normal; they have become citizens of another realm. So many conversations were reigning in the air. Some guys can lie sha! This one guy who is actually a bricklayer was telling the whole gathering about how one Oyinbo lady he worked for had already concluded arrangements to take him abroad to go and help her build her house but he couldn’t make the trip because he came late to the airport for visa interview. So the Oyinbo girl just collected her own visa and boarded the plane immediately. He said the Oyinbo girl even waived at him when the plane was taking off. Another guy was telling us about the other day he went to Dominos Pizza, he said he eat Pizza and Egusi soup because they didn’t have Ewedu and he didn’t want to stress the waitress. I wasn’t in the mood to burst anybody’s bubble; I was enjoying every bit of it.


All this was going on when a set of cars parked in front of the uncompleted building that houses School 2. They were about 5 cars and they came around like a convoy. They were playing loud music, each car with its own sound, some of the guys in the car are well known guys on the street, and some aren’t. Of course there were ladies among them. In total they were about 15 in number, six ladies and 9 guys.
There is one particular lady among them that caught my eyes. Her shape and body structure looks like one that I have seen before, but the curly hair falling from her head to her shoulder prevented me from catching her face.


I paid more attention to her, the more I looked the more she became familiar. The guys she accompanied were already causing a lot of frenzy at the arena, they declared free booze and so much hysteria followed. I wasn’t interested in the booze anymore, I was more interested in the lady, who by now is clinching tightly to one guy who I presume should be the Alpha male of the pack.


I stood up from my sitting position and moved closer to the lady, I tapped her gently on the shoulder from behind. She turned and gave me a glance, her eyes and mouth was simultaneously wide open on seeing me. ‘Taofik! What are you doing here?’ ‘Bimpe, I should be asking you same na and besides this is my Zanga’ we hugged briefly and I could notice we were already drawing the attention of the guy she was holding on to. Bimpe clapped her hands together briefly below her jaw as if saying a prayer before using both hands to point at the direction of the guy beside her who by now was already facing me with a questioning look on his face. She said ‘Taofik meet Demola, sweat heart meet Taofik. Taofik is actually my colleague from work and my small baby, very stubborn’ I was looking unconvinced. I wanted to know who my babe at work was with. She must have noticed the look on my face so she went further ‘Demola actually just got back from the US, I haven’t seen him in years and he wants me to hang around him like bodyguard, he doesn’t trust any of these guys so I’m just here to make sure he gets home safe. We shook hands briefly and exchange a few pleasantries.

borisyeltskin:

A huge number of nairaland writers just enjoy disappointing their readers...

bros ayaf update now on before you use English finish porzon

Series story to serious!
Taofeek ride on

Kneephy:
Series story to serious!
Taofeek ride on

Na so