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Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 1:09pm On Jan 14, 2018 |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 1:10pm On Jan 14, 2018 |
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Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by SunFlow(m): 1:20pm On Jan 14, 2018 |
Centino centino.. Thanks for this wonderful long update |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 1:48pm On Jan 14, 2018 |
SunFlow: You're welcome. |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Emperortj93(m): 3:34pm On Jan 14, 2018 |
Centino:thank you bunku bunku for this and everything |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Pinkfeet: 11:05pm On Jan 14, 2018 |
centino thanks for the update. this mama akuna issue don tire me ooooooo . she they put urinate inside ogogoro . |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by okeyben10: 1:18am On Jan 15, 2018 |
Achike beta rest b4 mama Akunna deal with am lol.
9ce update |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by nkay2020: 12:54pm On Jan 15, 2018 |
Okay centino, twice a week ![]() ![]() |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by dupsai(f): 4:25pm On Jan 15, 2018 |
Thanks, for the update Buddy! |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 6:50pm On Jan 15, 2018 |
You're welcome @pinkfeet, okeyben10, nkay2020 and dupsai. Always good to know someone is appreciative ![]() |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Pinkfeet: 10:42pm On Jan 15, 2018 |
Centino: lolz 1 Like |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by alabig(m): 10:41am On Jan 16, 2018 |
Some mama akunna's customers would be defiled by what they drinks in her ogogoro shop, |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by UCcrownboy: 9:30pm On Jan 16, 2018 |
Mama Akunna is taking over katakata street. Vote Centino2019 |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by RockyEyo(m): 4:28pm On Jan 18, 2018 |
Abeg who ep me see Centino ![]() |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by sussybae(f): 11:40am On Jan 19, 2018 |
RockyEyo:centino we are waiting 1 Like |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 2:05pm On Jan 19, 2018 |
In The Undertaker's voice "A writer is someone for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people” - Thomas Mann ![]() Abeg I dey come ![]() 1 Like |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by WHOcarex: 5:01pm On Jan 19, 2018 |
You need to spice it up a little. The thing wan dey dull feelings |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 5:17pm On Jan 19, 2018 |
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Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by MariamAlheri: 9:15pm On Jan 19, 2018 |
Centino: abeg come fast o |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by INDUSTRIALFAN(m): 10:43pm On Jan 20, 2018 |
Centino:if I recall well, two weeks ago you promised twice a week but since then it's still only Sundays (which still comes late). No promise wetin you no fit do. BTW.... I look forward to the weekly updates like it's empire. |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by Centino: 1:15pm On Jan 21, 2018 |
THE OTHERS (CONTD) Maya’s eyes flickered open. She was feeling it again. A hand was traveling up her thighs and this time, rather than beat it away she decided to stay still and see the end of it. She was too tired to prepare properly for sleep when she retired. Normally she would change into two-piece pyjamas and put a table between herself and her siblings. This she did without fail ever since she began to notice her brother’s unwholesome sleep behavior. Last night she returned home unusually tired so she just spread her foam in the only space she found and slept in her gown. Staying still, she orientated herself with the conditions that night and saw that her brother had positioned himself close to her. She could hear the gentle snore of her sister Clementina farther away on the other side of him. She steeled herself as his hands groped her thighs and began to travel even higher. Then it all came back to her. An innocent ten year old playing with her father. She was sick and could not go to school so she stayed back at home. He went on all fours and said they should pretend he was a horse. He carried her like that round their centre table. It made her laugh and she forgot the headache and fever she had started the day with. Then after a while, he said it was her turn to carry him. “Daddy you are too big for me to carry.” “Of course you can carry me.” “No I can’t.” “Okay I have an idea. Lie down and close your eyes.” Maya chuckled with fascination. What was dad up to this time? She did as she was told and then he came and lay close to her and said “this game we are about to play is a secret game. No one must know we played it. Understand?” “Yes daddy. But can I open my eyes now?” “Not yet.” Then Maya felt him lift up her dress and took off her pant. Then she felt his hand as he spread her legs and applied something sticky on her. She remembered the pain that followed to this day. She remembered his hand over her mouth to stifle her scream and her pleas. It went on until she passed out. She woke up in a hospital bed surrounded by family members and neighbors. “Daddy stop! Daddy stop!” She was able to say now. But her mum rushed to her side and held her in her arms and wept. Anger welled up in her now as her brother’s action reopened old wounds. As his hand touched her vagina she stood up, groped her way to the corner of the room where their food locker was and found a ladle and came back and began to hit Tobi. He yelped like a puppy but she hit him even harder. Her mum and sister woke up to the commotion. Mama Tobi switched on the light and saw Maya standing over her brother and battering him. “What is happening Maya?” Maya stopped and looked her mother in the eyes. Her mother understood. She went on her knees and pleaded. “My daughter. Please don’t be angry. Please don’t tell anybody. I will not be able to bear the shame. I have not recovered from the one your father brought on us. Please.” “But why mama? Why always me?” What have I done to deserve this?” Mama Tobi turned to her youngest child and said “Clementina. You too will not say anything about what has happened tonight. You hear?” “Yes mama,” Clementina said. Then she jumped on Tobi and bit his ear and spat out a small piece. Her mouth was bloodied like a vampire’s. “When you go out and people ask you why your ear is incomplete, you can tell them what you did,” Mama Tobi said. Tobi bled profusely while he fought to stifle his cries. Maya found a bottle of methylated spirit and cotton wool and cleaned his wound. Tobi would need to go to Nurse Stella for tetanus injection in the morning. Then she began to feel faint and vertiginous. She collapsed in a chair and stayed that way until she recovered her balance. Mama Tobi regarded her daughter for a minute, shook her head, and climbed back into bed. “Father let thy will be done,” she said. * Sister Esther lay in bed and waited. She knew he would be coming. But how long was this going to continue for? She was now thirty-nine, twice jilted – they both said it was because of her terrible temper; ostracized by her family, married to Jesus but having regular consummations with Kingsley. She left Enugu to Lagos to start afresh. Her office assistant job did no more than pay her rent and put food on her table while she waited on the Lord. She knew her temper was still bad, but constant prayers had helped her. Her only sin was Kingsley. She could not resist that mountain of a body and hairy chest and arms. It all started when one day in the backyard, possessed with the spirit of Rahab and with no one watching, she stretched a hand and stroked his chest as he was coming out of the bathroom. That night he followed her into her room and made love to her. It was now two years she wanted to know where they were headed. No sooner had he crawled in beside in the bed did she say: “Kingsley we have to talk.” “Sometimes it feels better not to talk at all, about anything…” “Eh ehn!” she cut in, shaking her head firmly. “I have lost my patience with this your nonsense. You better talk to me normally or else!” “Restlessness and impatience are two diseases, and both of them shorten life – Mahatma Ghandi” “Jesus eeeh” “You shall not use the name of the Lord your God in vain – The second commandment.” Sister Esther had told herself that she would not succumb to anger again knowing her past. So as the bile rose in her stomach she swallowed it and hummed a song to keep calm. “Tell me, Kingsley. Why are you not talking? I want to know,” She said as calmly as she could manage. “When you talk, you are only repeating what you already know. But if you listen, you may learn something new – The Dalai Lama.” “Thunder fire you and Dalai Lama this night. Get out!” She shrieked. * Papa Efe peeped again from behind his window blind. The buzz was still on. The ogogoro business was clearly a hit. Older men from the different compounds gathered to drink and cheer in their drunkenness. The witch knew how to hold people with her spell. He covered the blind again and took a deep breath. It was because of this that he abandoned the idea of living in the village to return to Lagos. He was drinking too much, became jaundiced from liver inflammation, and was lucky to have been spotted just in time by a young doctor who had come home to visit his parents. It was the boy that encouraged him to visit the teaching hospital where he was diagnosed with cirrhosis. He had to sell a small piece of land for his treatment and as soon as he was given a clean bill of health, he packed his things and returned to Lagos. Now the very thing he ran away from was there staring him in the face, inviting him, teasing him. Another roar of laughter filtered through and Papa Efe made up his mind. He threw a singlet over his stick-thin frame, buttoned his trousers, and stepped out to where the noise was coming from. “Who gave you permission to sit here and sell this thing?” Papa Efe said when he reached where they were, his face a pitiable mix of longing and grimness. One of the drinkers pointed at Papa Efe’s yo-yo-ing Adam apple as he swallowed hard and there was another roar of laughter. Then he said “Mama, one shot for Papa Efe abeg. See him throat” Another person said, “Add one more” and they began to cheer again. Mama Akunna deftly brought out a steel cup, threw three different mixtures from three different plastic containers and offered it to Papa Efe. Tears stung Papa Efe’s eyes as he stood there trying to make up his mind. Then with one swift movement of the hand, he grabbed the cup from Mama Akunna and emptied the content down his throat with two swigs. See what he had been missing. It was the finest ogogoro he had ever tasted in Lagos. And wait…there was a stirring in his loins as well! He looked up and saw mama Akunna smiling at him. “Give me another one,” he said and found that his focus was now completely on Mama Akunna. Why did he never notice how pretty she was? TO BE CONTINUED. 32 Likes 1 Share |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by stainless239(f): 1:33pm On Jan 21, 2018 |
Gooobbbbeee!!! 2 Likes |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by SunFlow(m): 1:42pm On Jan 21, 2018 |
kasala don burst. thanks centino |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by collinxraver(m): 1:43pm On Jan 21, 2018 |
stainless239: Gooobbbbeee!!!are u the stainless in tarasha ? 1 Like |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by collinxraver(m): 1:44pm On Jan 21, 2018 |
Centino i was thinking u were na playing coupon with d updates |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by sussybae(f): 2:54pm On Jan 21, 2018 |
collinxraver:centino pls update today cus you promise us to update twice a week |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by JustOzito(f): 3:01pm On Jan 21, 2018 |
lol... centino and mama akunna don give papa efe love portion. abeg no forget to give me invitation card oooo |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by stainless239(f): 3:01pm On Jan 21, 2018 |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by collinxraver(m): 3:04pm On Jan 21, 2018 |
sussybae :wen i turn centino |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by collinxraver(m): 3:06pm On Jan 21, 2018 |
stainless239 :i knw ooh just wan find trouble |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by YINKS89(m): 3:10pm On Jan 21, 2018 |
From dis piece I've kom to a conclusion , Maya is preggy, Esther wants to marry ND mama akunna don jazz papa efe... Nice piece centino. |
Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by stainless239(f): 3:52pm On Jan 21, 2018 |
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