Yeh!i wan die. Centino,the suspence is killing o.help a poor girl. Well sha,today issa sunday.oya sharperly. Happy sunday.

i no go go church
i no go chop anything
i no go bath









till centino nack me tori

decrownprince:
When I first came across this story in the month of November 2018. After ready the first chapter and saw how captivied it was I was more than impress. And I was more than happy when I saw the month and year the story started (i.e July 2017) that I will just read the story to the end without having to wait for update. But now it break my heart having to wait for updates every week. Great story. Keep it up.

It is too interesting and captivating and so difficult to take it slowly. Even me na so I rush am, come now dey look window every Wednesday and Sunday for centino to throw something out make man take hold body.

Hello, if you visit only on Sundays you may wanna go back two pages to see where we stopped on Wednesday. Happy Sunday All.



THE THIEF


Jonjo heard the rap on the door. He peered from the viewing port and saw the sight he wanted to see. He had insisted that someone accompanied her up to his penthouse suite. She was a Princess, and should never walk alone. He threw the door open and spread his arms. The porter bowed and left the scene. Jonjo was now face to face with the beautiful Maya. Only her beauty was blighted by swollen eyes and a red face. She had been crying. She was not supposed to be crying.

He stepped aside and let her in.

She was determined not to be affected by the opulence she could already feel as she stepped in. The sheer size of the living room, the golden draperies, the glittering chandelier, the pleasing and powerful upper bass tune emanating from the strategically hung speakers. She took it all in without any change of expression.

She looked pristine in her white off-shoulder top and loose shorts. She was dressed to find life easy in the changing room where she thought she would be swapping clothes for the cameras that afternoon. An appearance that also assured him of how easily and quickly he could have her undressed for what he desired that afternoon. But there was a problem.

“You were crying?”

“Where is the bedroom?”

“Over there. But we stay here for a while. We have all day.”

“I don’t have all day.”

Then she held his gaze and the tears poured out in torrents, accompanied by heavy sobs.

He moved closer and held her. He felt her stiffen as her gaze fell and a bead of tear landed on his bare foot. He caressed her arm and she turned into ice - a weeping ice monument the shape of an angel. Then the memories began to flood back to him. The tears. The hurt. Jonjo stepped away from her.

“Stop it! stop it! I don’t want you fvcking crying!”

“Sorry sir. I didn’t know this was something to celebrate.”

Jonjo stepped away from her and found a bottle of vodka and a glass on the TV shelve and poured himself a large drink. He emptied the glass down his throat in two gulps.

“Stop crying damnit!”

“Sir, I do not cry of my own accord. I’m sorry if it offends you. But you don’t need to impress me. I am not resisting. I’m yours now. Do whatever you want with me, only free Ndifreke and let him keep his job. This was the miracle he had waited for all his life.”

Jonjo looked at Maya. He was panting and perspiring at the same time despite being under 16⁰ airconditioning. He did not look well, but what did Maya know. She was going to be with only the second man in her life, well, third if you add her father. She could not claim to know everything about how mean behaved when they wanted to have sex. Ndi she knew was an exception because he loved her. But the beast before her was about to take advantage of her, so maybe it was fitting that he breathed and perspired like what he was.

“You will stop crying now!” he panted.

“Yes sir.”

Jonjo plumped on the white asymmetric chaise that faced her, still holding on to a half glass of vodka. He took another gulp.

“Why did you come to me if you love him so much?”

“I don’t love him. And I have a hundred other options and picked this one.”

“I’m not playing!” He thundered and stood and sat right back.

“The only thing I can do for Ndifreke is to sleep with you and get freedom for him. You know that, so please get on with it," She was still crying. But her voice was clear.

“Answer my question!”

“Don’t shout at me sir. You asked me to come here and I am here. Do what you want and let me go.”

Jonjo was restless and clearly stricken. Then he let out an angry bellow and then faced Maya again, still panting. Then he took deliberate deep breathes and tried to relax. With his focus now fully on Maya, he said, “You are the most beautiful girl I know. I always told myself that if I found a girl like you that I would adore her and make sex with her worship. But here you are, cold as ice, and crying brings back the worst memories for me. Are you thinking about your boyfriend?"

“It doesn’t matter. I have lost him already. I did not trust him when I should have. Isn’t love trust? I took sides with my mother. He was going to marry me ahead of schedule to save me from myself. But I did not trust him. I went against his counsel and on top of that, he is suffering in a cell right now for my action. Who will want a woman like me after all that?”

Jonjo shook his head and stood. He staggered a bit but regained his footing. He went close to Maya and held her as he did before. Again she froze. Jonjo walked back to his seat, settled in and crossed his legs.

“I envy Ndifreke. I have to admit it now. It is the sole reason I am doing this.”

“Do it quickly sir. I want him out before evening.”

“I thought you were like other girls who at the suggestion of money will be counting the ceiling from under me in seconds. They have no loyalty, they answer only to money.”

“Jonjo” Maya said in a voice that was not hers at all. “From this moment, I am like other girls. Take me now because you will never see me like this again.”

Jonjo knew what was now happening. The world was about to lose another good girl. When a good girl became bad, she was worse than the worst man.

“Sit down Maya.”

“I don’t have the time for that.”

“I saw my mother being raped when I was five. Her tears haunt me till this day. I never can stand a crying woman, especially if it has anything to do with sex.”

If what she heard affected Maya in any way, she did well not to show it.

“It destroyed my mother. Especially because I was watching. Her only son. She cried every day and suffered multiple stroke a year later and died. My mother was a beautiful woman. When my father died, she refused to remarry because of me. Every man in our neighborhood wanted her. When it was clear she would not budge, a nutcase attacked her. This happened in Brooklyn where I was born and raised.” Jonjo stopped for a reaction. Maya remained noncommittal.

“I loved a woman. A married woman.”

It was now Maya thawed. She took the seat opposite Jonjo, rested her elbows on her thighs, and locked her fingers in front of her.

“I still love her.”

Now Maya gasped.

“She is a celebrity. If I say her name you will know her. I gave her her first break in entertainment.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Today, right here, I saw in you two of the most poignant experiences of my life. My mother’s rape, and the same reaction I got from this woman the first time which I chose to ignore.”

“I see.”

“ I have not done much good in my life, but one evil I will not be responsible for again is changing another woman’s life for the worse. There are times when I am convinced that she has become what she has become because of me.”

“What has she become?”

“She is every top actor’s LovePeddler. The tabloids and blogs tell of congresses with politicians as well.”

“And you say you still love her?”

“I made her what she has become. I want to put her right again.”

“And the way to do it is to try the same thing with another girl? One who has a boyfriend?”

“I still have a weakness for very beautiful women. I pay well. I offer enough to free myself of guilt. It’s been ten years. I did not know that girls like you, like her before I changed her, still existed. I could give you up to ten million naira.” As he said that, he leaned across and tried to touch Maya and again she recoiled. Incredible.

“So that means you will not be sleeping with me. I can go now?”

“Not yet. Now listen. Never try what you did here again. You will not always be lucky.”

“If I thought I still stood a chance with Ndi, I wouldn’t contemplate it. But I have been so bad it is better for all that I leave his life. He deserves better.”

“Do you think he feels the same way?”

“I am not leaving it to him. He is too nice. He will close his eyes to my stupidity and give me another chance to make him miserable.”

“I have seduced scores of women in my time. Married, single, confused, older, young, I know a good girl when I touch one. I knew you would not be able to live with yourself after today if I had had sex with you. Even if you didn’t say it, I knew the path you’d tow because you would want to convince yourself at all cost that what you did was okay, especially when you go back to him and realize that you actually still loved him and did not need to do what you did. The worst women today were once good girls. And many of them were birthed by men who had no idea what they were doing. Bad sex can destroy a good woman. I know that. I can always find the type I want.”

“How about him? You said he would want another woman eventually. Should I wait for him to break my heart?”

“A man would say anything to get into your pant. If you ever forget anything, don’t forget that. Never believe anything a man says when he is ho*ny.”

“I won’t forget.”

“Contrary to what people think, there are still a few good men out there. I told you earlier that I envied him. When I interact with him, I feel something unusual. I feel small before him. He is one of those rare men. You don’t have to tell him that. I am still his boss.”

“Alright. So he won’t cheat?”

“If you don’t make him to.”

“What? Me?”

“Don’t nag Maya. Every murder, every battery, half the cause of all cheating, everything a man does wrong to a woman is because of this one weakness of women.”

“Thank you. I will remember that.”

“Have you eaten?”

‘I can’t digest anything now sir. I just want to leave.”

“Okay.”

“Will you still help get him out?”

“He is my employee. And without being told I know he is innocent.”

“You are one of the few good men Jonjo.”

“No, I’m not. If you didn’t cry or were greedy or weren’t in love I’d have screwed your brains out.”



The council of elders summoned everyone in the compound. No one was going to miss this one.

Everyone waited with bated breath as Agbonyibo entered his shop to prepare. Someone whispered “Come o. Is it not animal that this man said he was selling in that shop? But for almost six months now I have not heard any fiim of an animal. Now he is entering there to go and do juju.”

“When he said he was putting crocodile, tortoise, monkey and antelope in one shop did you people think he was setting up an amusement park?”

“But can we really trust him?”

“Cosmas said he is an African priest so we should. Me I will not talk. I am only here because I did not even know that that type of money was in this compound.”

“If you had known nko?”

“Bia, this is longer than fifteen minutes o.”

“Maybe his snake has bit and killed him inside dia.”

“Maybe he has performed a Buhari and Atiku on us. Imagine those two old men standing us all up like that?”

“As I heard, Atiku flew in from the US and only had his bath and went to the venue of the debate. Just because Buhari was not there he refused to show up.”

“That was his chance to tell us what he could do. Man blew it.”

“He did not want to be found out in front of those young brash motivational speakers who were there to offer entertainment since they couldn’t bring Davido or Wizkid. At least with Buhari he was sure there was someone he could better in English. Or you don’t know Kingsley Moghalu is a professor, or that Fela Durotoye is a motivational speaker and Oby for thaat matter?”

“Atiku was the biggest loser on the day as far as I am concerned.”

“But he entered America. Do you know how big that is? It felt like Buhari in Chatham house London ahead of the last elections. His America trip is a big success for his supporters. APC always held that risked arrest for corruption if he entered America. He made a strong point ahead of the elections by making sure he went to the US. We now know better.”

“Still, he should have appeared at the debate. America that he was holding meetings with the same Saraki and Ben Bruce and some oyinbo photographers. Buhari has incumbency on his side. Atiku needs everything he can get.”

“Incumbency failed Jonathan and just failed Kabila in Congo. The tide is turning in African politics. Buhari should be worried.”

“But then, missing the debate does Atiku few favours.”

“True.”

“I missed the whole thing myself because I was watching the stupid Chelsea and Arsenal match. Imagine sacking a proven winner like Conte for a deluded impressionist like Sarri with a brand of football that exists only in his dreams. How can a coach not have a plan B? Whether it is Manchester United or Enyimba, he names the same team and makes the same substitutions – Barkley for Kovacic. Even if Jorginho stops and w*nks on the pitch he still plays ninety minutes. I trust Abramovic. He gets the boot at the end of the season.”

They heard the hinges of the shop door creak and everyone fell silent. Then Agbonyibo appeared. He held a single broomstick high above his head, and wore a smile that was bright as a diamond. You could hear a pin drop as he reached the centre of the gathering.

Agbonyibo placed the broomstick on the floor and took two steps back and then spoke.

“Good afternoon everybody. Wetin we wan do now simple. When I call you, just come stand here talk say ‘broom, if na me thief Mama Tobi money, do your work.’ When you talk like so, you jump the broom. Una hear?”

The people murmured and looked at each other for assurance. Then Papa Efe stepped out.

“Agbonyibo”

“Yes sir.”

“How we go take know say you no go play wayo for this thing? How we go take know say you no go make the pesin wey you no like to tumble as you talk?”

“Sir, the pesin wey this broom go catch go tell us where the money dey. If him no talk the broom no go release am. This broom no go catch pesin wey no be de thief.”

“Oya, swear.”

“I swear with the name of all the ancestors for Nigeria and Togo. If wetin I wan do na wayo make thunder fire me.”

Everyone seemed impressed and now able to relax. Agbonyibo went first. Then Papa Efe followed. Then Mr Zubi. Each said the same words: ‘broom, if na me thief Mama Tobi money, do your work.’ One by one the men spoke the words and jumped the broomstick and nothing happened.

While they were at it, Wasiu sauntered in with his travel bag slung across his back. He turned to flee when he saw what was happening but was quickly apprehended by the men.

“Please, I did nothing wrong.”

“We know. We have been expecting you back.”

“I did not do anything. I just want to return to my home.”

“We will have you back if you can just come and jump this broomstick. Say the words you will hear the next person say and then jump the broomstick. Welcome back home.”

Wasiu approached the center of the gathering tentatively. He did not look sure of himself. Residents of Katakata street could smell blood. The all held their breaths when he got to the centre of the gathering.

“Broom, if na me thief Mama Tobi money, do your work.” There were a few closed eyes as he jumped and landed on the other side. Nothing. Everyone looked at Agbonyibo. “No be him thief the money.”

And so all the men jumped. And then the women. Yet no one somersaulted. Someone said “clearly, it is either Agbonyibo is a fraud or the thief is actually already at the police station. What a waste of time.”

Then Agbonyibo said “Mama Akunna. Come out.”

“Me? Old woman like me? Wetin I wan use that kind money do? Abeg make una leave me make I go rest. Na look I come look.”

“Agbonyibo. It seems we are all innocent” Mr Zubi said.

“Make Mama come jump. Make we know say everybody don jump.”

Mama Akunna was already headed for the backyard but Agbonyibo ran after her and held her by the wrist and brought her to the centre of the gathering. She smiled at everyone and then locked eyes with Agbonyibo. It was a look the inhabitants of Katakata street would talk about for many years to come. Everyone watched as Mama Akunna muttered something under her breath and took two steps and levitated. It was too quick for the normal eyes to decipher. But Agbonyibo, one step ahead of everyone quickly bent and blew air under Mama Akunna’s feet and there was sudden alarm in Mama Akunna’s eyes and before she could stop herself from crossing the broomstick it sucked her in and she began to tumble. Mama Akunna made front flip after front flip to the consternation of everyone until her wrapper flew from her waist and her pupils vanished into her head.

“Wey de money? Agbonyibo said with every flip the old woman made. “Talk now. Wey the money?”

“I no thief any money o!”

As she said that, she began to flip at a faster rate and spectators begged Agbonyibo to make her stop.

“I nor fit o. She no go stop until she talk true.”

“Wey de money? Agonyibo repeated?”

“E dey…e dey… e dey…” Then suddenly she crashed on the floor facing down and became as still as stone. Then silence. Nurse Josephine stepped forward when everyone had recovered their wits and picked up Mama Akunna’s wrist and found the right spot and listened. Nothing. Then she reached for her carotid artery and listened. She then turned and faced the crowd.

She did not need to say anything more.



TO BE CONTINUED.

Thank you

great job centino...... mama akuna we won't miss you.

And my sunday is complete. Suprising twist to the story though .

Mama Akunna is the thief n she died




Unbelievable!!!




Thanks Centino.

Mhen see suspense! Centino you be writer. Abeg make your findings on how to get your story acted and produced on Africa magic as a series.

This story too make sense for you not to use am blow and buy Benz.

Centino,i don weak. The update don quick finish laidat.arggh Shey wee shu expect midweek tori? God bless you for me.

Dhavido:
Mhen see suspense! Centino you be writer. Abeg make your findings on how to get your story acted and produced on Africa magic as a series.

This story too make sense for you not to use am blow and buy Benz.

u no lie I swear

Centino!!!!! I’m absolutely speechless!

Thank you man!

I could read you forever!
Like curl up with coffee and read you all day back to back!
In a perfect world you would do nothing but write! Now I understand why good writers have ladies that are sapiosexual at their beck and call!

Thanks for making my Sunday complete... still I yearn ... guess that’s the aim
God bless you on every side.
You are the best!

Chai, now that Mama Akunna is presumably dead without revealing the location of the money, what evidence do they have to clear Ndi of the charges against him...Agboyinbo better bring that woman back to life, she just can't die like that.

P.S: What if Akunna stole the money from his mother to buy the goat and ram.

so na mama do d job..... its high time she leaves nd let another person take over.

So Na mama akunna thief the money! Wonder shall never end... Maya! God save you. Jonjo, I'm proud of you.

No, no, no Mama Akuna did not just die, no ooo. Finally, finally she died.

Please free my Ndi oo, God miraculously saved you Maya, I love you now Jonjo

Chei! Mama Alumna, just like that.

He smiled...

Whosoever mastered the act of being unpredictable in most scenes of his or her would pull unthinkable and remarkable crowd.

Over to you Centino.
Great job!

Mama Akuna stealing the money is laughable!

Happy Sunday ladies and Gents.

Soar on centino!

mama akunna, thief kwa?? ds agbonyibo no loyal o whatever happened to espirit d corps

good he didn't use d opportunity to take out Irikefe

Nice update Centino, I seem to have issues with the spontaneous fusion of mama Akunna into this update, I feel that her entrance was not well orchestrated even though I know she had always wanted Ndifreke's downfall.

eyesofpearls:
Centino!!!!! I’m absolutely speechless!

Thank you man!

I could read you forever!
Like curl up with coffee and read you all day back to back!
In a perfect world you would do nothing but write! Now I understand why good writers have ladies that are sapiosexual at their beck and call!

Thanks for making my Sunday complete... still I yearn ... guess that’s the aim
God bless you on every side.
You are the best!

Sapiosexual

honourable356:
He smiled...

Whosoever mastered the act of being unpredictable in most scenes of his or her would pull unthinkable and remarkable crowd.

Over to you Centino.
Great job!

Mama Akuna stealing the money is laughable!

Happy Sunday ladies and Gents.

Soar on centino!

My honourable! Long time

Mama Akunna.... Dead? Not like that na
Thank God Maya's tears was able to soften Jonjo's heart

Thanks for the update Centino Baba

@centino...my problem with you is that no matter how long your update is it never long enough for me...and the suspense is killing me...pls do something

clumsydyna:
Nice update Centino, I seem to have issues with the spontaneous fusion of mama Akunna into this update, I feel that her entrance was not well orchestrated even though I know she had always wanted Ndifreke's downfall.

You don't want to miss the next update dear...your concern already addressed. You just have to stay tuned.

Harold4lyf:
@centino...my problem with you is that no matter how long your update is it never long enough for me...and the suspense is killing me...pls do something

At least you admit it's long

Don't worry...I go do.

Methinks that the man set the old woman up.
On second thought, I think she actually did - although why, I won't know - and then Akunna saw the money, and went with it to buy ram and goat. But how?

The time he told her had come, and she had to give way, so that he will swing into full action in the compound.

Beautiful (but short for me) writeup, baba, once again. Centino for president.

Harold4lyf:
@centino...my problem with you is that no matter how long your update is it never long enough for me...and the suspense is killing me...pls do something

That makes two of us...

Donpeteranking1:
Please I’ve been following this work since the very first day and first upload until I lost my password and change of phone I’ve been off nairaland for months , kudos to you oga Centino , and please I would like to know the days and expected times for updates

Same station, on Wednesdays and Sundays... Time... erhhh! ask Centino...

okeyben10:
mama akunna, thief kwa?? ds agbonyibo no loyal o whatever happened to espirit d corps

good he didn't use d opportunity to take out Irikefe

I was even thinking that was his intention, until Papa Efe stepped in; I knew that no matter what he did, Irikefe would be safe...

eyesofpearls:
Centino!!!!! I’m absolutely speechless!

Thank you man!

I could read you forever!
Like curl up with coffee and read you all day back to back!
In a perfect world you would do nothing but write! Now I understand why good writers have ladies that are sapiosexual or at his beck and call?

Thanks for making my Sunday complete... still I yearn ... guess that’s the aim
God bless you on every side.
You are the best!

So that means you are ...

Please I’ve been following this work since the very first day and first upload until I lost my password and change of phone I’ve been off nairaland for months , kudos to you oga Centino , and please I would like to know the days and expected times for updates

Who go come bring the money naw?

All I know is that Akunna has already done funeral and for the money the debia who orchestrated the broom movement already knew it where about.
Mama Akunna was bound to for this, she had been warned to give way and was living on borrowed time.

daymeelarday:
Chai, now that Mama Akunna is presumably dead without revealing the location of the money, what evidence do they have to clear Ndi of the charges against him...Agboyinbo better bring that woman back to life, she just can't die like that.

P.S: What if Akunna stole the money from his mother to buy the goat and ram.

Then everyone for the compound have buy market.

There's more to this that meet the eyes. Not sure Mama Akuna is the thief. In fact my number one suspect is now Agboyinbo. Let's wait as the drama unfolds sha. Nice job Centino. You're the very best.