Elfaris:


Wow thanks for the mention Souloho. Can't wait to dive into the story.

Heard my name from afar.... Couldn't resist ur call.

Here am I at ur service

Reuben700:
Nice story you got please try to mention me next time
The part I love is kanaku

JustCruise:
Nice update. please mention me whenever you update. Thanks

would be dropping a short update in the next few minutes...Kanaku's pov

thanks for following guys

udoekere:
This life ehn enno just balance...when an old man is spoiling a little girl with money the feel on top of the world.they won't even have time for guys of their age but when they get older they will now turned to the once broke guys she once rejected for marriage.
Moral lesson: always keep in touch with the broke guys �����
Nice one op

broke guys need love too not a broken heart
thanks for reading and commenting sir

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KANAKU


Soliloquy

I called my dad earlier just to say thank you. At first he was surprised then happy, even though before the call ends he would have already forgotten all I said.
"who's this?" he sounded weaker than the last time I heard his voice.

"Dad it's me, Kanayo"

"Oh...omo mi, ba wo ni?"

"Fine sir, how is your health?"

"Ah it's one day at a time my son. When it is time, it is time."

"God will preserve you daddy, I just called to say thank you"

"for what?" It felt good to hear him ask a question not caused by the dementia

"for being my father. And for being my siblings father. Daddy, 7 children. God bless you sir, it's not easy"

His next statement brightened not just my whole day but made my whole week less gloomy. "Ah Kay you're just starting now, shey you know you're still going to give your girl her own siblings"

He laughed and I laughed and playing with her stroller in the corner, my daughter joined the laughter too. My heart swelled with love and for a moment I was content. It was a picture perfect moment.

But the laughter led him to a coughing fit and I spent the next minute trying to calm him down till the coughing stopped.

"Are you okay sir?"

"Hello?"

"Hello daddy"

"ta ni ye? who's this?"

I sighed, "it's me Kanayo"

"Oh....kay, omo mi, ba wo ni?"

After the call I slumped back into the couch feeling drained. I tried not to worry cause I knew my mother was by his side, probably offering him water that very moment and patting his back.

It frustrated me a lot that I wasn't able to take better care of him, of them both. God forbid I had been an only child, what would be their state right now? I shook my head bitterly. Thank God for my siblings, even though none of them was rich per se, most had blue collar jobs; 2 tailors, a teacher, a shop owner, a footballer and a welder. I was the last child and the proverbial black sheep of the family. It was pretty obvious my parents didn't exactly plan for me. My immediate sibling was 10 years older than me.
By the time I was 10 years and in primary 4, none of my siblings were at home. My parents looked more like my grandparents. There was literally no one to play with, learn with or even discipline me. So I began to spend time on the streets. From my preteen years I was a rascal, known as far as the next three junctions first for my defying stunts with a bicycle and then for my general notoriety. I was an absolute terror during my teenage years and a growth spurt ensured I easily maintained my status as the neighbourhood bully. I realized early on that I could instill fear in my mates and soon I developed a street following. I was always up to some mischief, if you were around me, sooner or later you were bound to break the law. It's just how I was programmed. A particular heist sent me to the police station for the first time at age 16. The heist was so daring, news of it spread through the entire Ikorodu to the extenct the pressure became too much and the police had no option but to work tirelessly to fish out the perpetrators.
It took me 3 weeks to plan the said heist and it was very risky, because it meant I had to stay out every night, sometimes till dawn as I observed the local vigilante that patroled the neighbourhood, taking note of how the 3 man team secured the 3 streets while avoiding detection. I always prefered to move with two men, anything more than 3 was a crowd but the problem was I had at least 5 friends/followers all eager to accompany me. The following week, I laid the plan to my two chosen pals and we chose the next saturday. Both of them were light on their feet and quick with their hands.

I'd noticed the guards were very sluggish and slept a lot on Saturdays, thanks to the numerous Owambe's they must have attended earlier.
At the end it was a clean swoop that left everybody shocked. A total of 18 cars in the area, stretching the whole 4 connecting streets all had their gear box, radios and batteries stolen in the dead of the night. There was an outcry from almost every compound in the hood, and one of the vandalized cars happened to belong to a ruthless colonel.
The tracking was swift, we didn't even get the chance to sell all the parts to the buyers we had on standby. We were arrested two days later and I ended up spending 2 months locked up in a cramped police cell which housed a minimum of 10 souls at all times.
That was the first but not my last visit behind bars. I became a constant face at the local police stations and even developed some sort of rapport with the constables.
They'll exclaim, "Customer! Wettin you do this time?"
I would smile sheepishly and narrate the heist I had pulled off, knowing my father would always come bail me out after letting me cool in the cell for some days, sometimes if he got too exasperated he left me for some weeks.

When I turned 19 my elder brother decided I was going to be a Tailor and sent for me. My mother practically rushed me out the door. 'Odabo....bye bye, I didn't kill my father, don't come and kill me."

Moving to Mushin was a change of scenerio, and a breath of fresh air. I saw it as a new challenge. I had conquered Ikorodu, Mushin to Oshodi was next. I had no intention of touching a sewing machine, me sew clothes? I was rugged and strong, I had never lost a fist fight in my life and I had been in a lot, I was street smart and with the right amount of muscle 6 ft was a towering physique, not to mention I had a solid reputation, thanks to the many street operations I master minded in the past. Intimidating people was as easy as breathing and in a short time I was fully mixed up in the streets and yet again I found myself in the same cycle, comitting daring crimes like snatch and grabs at buststops or grabbing phones from cars in traffic. I could smell a gold earring in a car from a mile away and if the windows were down then it was pull and run. But this time things were different, I was older, in my early 20's and ready to take things to the next level. And when one of my new pals said he knew a guy who had some guns, I wanted in.

Picking a target was the next hurdle, the idiots kept suggesting we rob a bank which I thought was foolish, you don't rob a bank with 3 pistols, you'll die like fowl. Finally we hit a fueling station I picked out and everything went according to plan. We cleaned out all the cash on the attendants, with the manager, then cleaned out the supermart in the station too. For a while we had some cool hard cash. We partied like dogs, spent the money on things I can't even remember and like crack addicts we were back to hit another fueling station, this time in a different location, along the highway. We had three more successful hits after that before we were caught. I was thrown in the big cage; Kirikiri maximum prison. After 4 years in hell, I was a lot calmer when I got out of jail. I washed my hands off armed robbery completely. (Emphasis on armed) and promised my parents my life of crime was behind me.

Although it helped a lot that I had a reputation on the streets, I stuck to my word and dropped my Kay nickname and soon after people started calling me Kanaku, having picked up the habit of smoking weed with paper when I was in prison. Prison was rehab for criminals. If you landed in kirikiri maximum and you were lucky to step out. You would never ever want to lose your freedom to those walls again.

I spent over a year with my Tailor brother while I found my feet and got my own house. It was during my stay with him that I met a pretty hairdresser in the shop adjacent his. Her name was Barakat and from the moment I saw her I liked her a lot and wanted to ask her out. When I finally did, she gave me a hard time for a couple of weeks before she finally agreed. If I had known she'll become a constant source of headache maybe I would have kept my distance.

I broke off my thoughts for a second and looked at my daughter before shaking my head. No, I take that back, Ruki was the best thing to happen to me. Still, Barakat wanted my surname but unfortunately I couldn't let that happen, at least not yet. She would never see things my way but with serious crime out of the picture, my reputation was my next source of income. Which is why people must never know that somehow the fearless and adventurous Kanaku had been domesticated. She would never understand, instead she had called me crazy and paranoid. Saying I cared more about my reputation than my own daughter.

Thankfully she doesn't bring up the marriage topic any longer but living with her has been like living with a volatile vulcano.

Ruky was growing so fast, already almost 2 years. Which meant diapers and babyfood were now out of the equation but not so fast, creche fees and solid food had taken up the vacant spot seamlessly. Just yesterday I gave Barakat money for the week's expenses and since then I began to think of my dad and appreciate him more. How did he take care of 7 children and even though only one of my siblings went on to the university, at least we could all boast of the basic secondary school certificate. Plus I never went to bed hungry. There might not always be meat or fish but there had always been stew and soup. I won't even try to calculate all the money he wasted on my bail, or the numerous times he had to settle the police under the table and settle my disgruntled victims not to press charges against me.

Thinking of my dad again made me remember his condition and I found myself becoming depressed again. What I really wanted was to sponsor their trip to Mecca. Its been my parents dream for as long as I could remember and time was fast slipping by. The dementia was getting worse and I was not even close to raising a single flight ticket.

I usually imagined making so much money and sponsoring my parents to Mecca. I won't have to worry about digging holes or taxing people off their hard earned cash. I wouldn't even be on the streets anymore. I might even marry Barakat, shut her once and for all...kikiki. During the holidays I'll take She and Ruki to Europe. As a sharp street guy I wouldn't pay for a return ticket. It was a waste of money to me. It was common sense, instead we'll overstay our visa for some weeks then stroll into the airport immigration and get deported. I smiled at my wisdom. You can take the boy out of the streets but you can't take the streets out of the boy.

I sighed, ordinary bus ticket to Cotonou I couldn't even afford right that minute...where on Earth was I going to find millions to fulfill my fantasies?

My daughter continued to play with her building blocks with no stress in the world. I envied her for a second then continued my soliloquy as we both waited for Barakat to get back from the market.

souloho19:




Thanks for following guys

Thank you too Soul.

That's life, e nor balance at all.

bimberry1307:
That's life, e nor balance at all.

E no balance at all at all

Thanks for the update Souloho19

This part got me laughing... sense will.not kee Kanaku..
thanks for the update souloho19

souloho19:
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KANAKU




I usually imagined making so much money and sponsoring my parents to Mecca. I won't have to worry about digging holes or taxing people off their hard earned cash. I wouldn't even be on the streets anymore. I might even marry Barakat, shut her once and for all...kikiki. During the holidays I'll take She and Ruki to Europe. As a sharp street guy I wouldn't pay for a return ticket. It was a waste of money to me. It was common sense, instead we'll overstay our visa for some weeks then stroll into the airport immigration and get deported. I smiled at my wisdom. You can take the boy out of the streets but you can't take the streets out of the boy.

PrudySara:
This part got me laughing... sense will.not kee Kanaku..
thanks for the update souloho19

PrudySara:
This part got me laughing... sense will.not kee Kanaku..
thanks for the update souloho19

PrudySara:
This part got me laughing... sense will.not kee Kanaku..
thanks for the update souloho19

Can we talk in private?

Thanks for this beautiful update OP.. Aswear Kanaku no go kill me, Omo see street wiseness oo.. No need for return ticket .
Imma gonna try that shit next time that I travel abroad

mondaypemisire:
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Can we talk in private?

I think you should take my permission first considering the fact that PrudySara happens to be my girl ..
Are you understand bah


But I can actually hook you up with Ann2012

I don't even know what to say again
mondaypemisire kindly get permission from YoungBruzzy.. *lol*

YoungBruzzy:


I think you should take my permission first considering the fact that PrudySara happens to be my girl ..
Are you understand bah


But I can actually hook you up with Ann2012

PrudySara:

I don't even know what to say again
mondaypemisire kindly get permission from YoungBruzzy.. *lol*

Don't bother yourself my lady..
I will do the the needful soon

Wow

YoungBruzzy:


I think you should take my permission first considering the fact that PrudySara happens to be my girl ..
Are you understand bah


But I can actually hook you up with Ann2012

Let FantasticJ catch you..... trying to hook his babe up

Ann2012:


Let FantasticJ catch you..... trying to hook his babe up

Oh I goof I shouldn't have mention name. Nevertheless, FantasticJ never pay the dowry to me as the brother in-law, and that speaks volume, you understand sis

YoungBruzzy:


Oh I goof I shouldn't have mention name. Nevertheless, FantasticJ never pay the dowry to me as the brother in-law, and that speaks volume, you understand sis

Souloho19 no dey disappoint, carry go baba

Ann2012:

Let FantasticJ catch you..... trying to hook his babe up

PrudySara:
I don't even know what to say again mondaypemisire kindly get permission from YoungBruzzy.. *lol*

Hmmmm.....e le yi ma le ooo(this one is tough)

YoungBruzzy:


I think you should take my permission first considering the fact that PrudySara happens to be my girl ..
Are you understand bah


But I can actually hook you up with Ann2012

Okay
Omo i go love
Hmmmm

mondaypemisire:

Okay
Omo i go love
Hmmmm

Not to worry brudda, I go arrange one fine okpeke for you
Are you there?? You are doing well

YoungBruzzy:

Not to worry brudda, I go arrange one fine okpeke for you Are you there?? You are doing well

Do you know my local government? I am from ilaje local government,igbokoda,ondo state.

mondaypemisire:

Do you know my local government?
I am from ilaje local government,igbokoda,ondo state.

Wow wow man, keep it slow
I am not that familiar with that your side but I know Ondo city, Ore and Ofosu..

mondaypemisire:

Do you know my local government?
I am from ilaje local government,igbokoda,ondo state.

I would like to more about you though, that's if you don't mind..

YoungBruzzy:


Wow wow man, keep it slow
I am not that familiar with that your side but I know Ondo city, Ore and Ofosu..

Do you want to come my area?

YoungBruzzy:
I would like to more about you though, that's if you don't mind..

You are free

YoungBruzzy:
I would like to more about you though, that's if you don't mind..

You are free

YoungBruzzy:
I would like to more about you though, that's if you don't mind..

You are free

YoungBruzzy:
I would like to more about you though, that's if you don't mind..

You are free

HelenBee:


Thank you too Soul.

lovebirds don't forget to pay tithe after every every