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OurStory TB

6/7/2025, 6:32:46 PM

Survival 32 Inspector Isa: Sir, we have a go-ahead from the presidency to arrest Chief Ikechukwu Okoye. DPO: Good. Take the men you need and go to his house. AIG will soon learn the hard way not everything can be covered. Inspector Isa: Yes, sir. DPO: I was just wondering what must have changed their mind. Inspector Isa: They caught an immigrant on U.S. soil. He said he would help on an ongoing investigation in Nigeria so he could stay there and do his time. He spilled the tea. DPO: Wonderful. A former staff? Inspector Isa: The chief security officer of the said chief. He has all the information needed. DPO: Now they are done for. At the Engineer's House Me: Sir, I want to thank you for everything you have done in my life. Engr. Van: That's alright. We need someone to help us fight at times. Me: You have been more than an uncle, friend, and brother. Engr. Van: I see a lot of me in you. Me: You are a good mentor. Engr. Van: Thanks so much, too. Me: So, my Dad's lawyer seems to be comfortable with all those guys around. Engr. Van: He seems to know what's up. Me: I am just… I don't know what to say. Engr. Van: It's fine. I walked up to him; he was the only one in the room. I kissed him, thinking he would push me away. I was just lost. I didn't know what was happening to me. He didn't decline; he kissed me back and grabbed me. We held each other tightly as we engulfed in each other's embrace. We were lost in another world. Holding each other while we kissed away. After a while, we stopped and laughed at each other. Me: Oke is not back yet. I should call him and make sure he isn't being held up. Engr. Van: Okay, do so. I called him twice; he didn't pick. I became worried. Then he called. Oke: I am sorry I didn't call you back. Mum is kind of in a coma. Me: Eh! What's wrong? What's all this? First her daughter is dead, now she is in a coma? Omo, I pray you are safe from all of these, ooo. Oke: I am. I will be. First, we need to get her to safety. Me: What actually happened? Oke: I am on my way back now. I'll tell you everything when I get back. Me: Okay. Knock, knock. Someone was at our door. Me: Who is that? Charles: Hey, bro. Me: Hey. Somehow, immediately I saw Charles, I became scared, like I had done something like cheating. But we were not dating. Me: Come in. Charles: You look scared and worried. Me: Omo, Oke's mum is in a coma. Charles: His mum? I thought you called him brother. Me: Long story. Same dad, different mum. Charles: Oh, ooooo. Me: Yes. Charles: What's the situation report? I hope no one is disturbing you. Me: No one has come over since we left the station. Charles: That's fair. I also have good news. Me: What is it? Charles: There is a police commissioner serving in Kaduna but built his house in Port Harcourt. I called him for assistance. He said it was a national case. He would keep me posted. Why you have not been re-arrested is because you have high-class lawyers who they don't want to mess with. And there is not enough evidence. Me: Wow, but I still need to be careful. Charles: Yes, you do. Me: Thank you for coming. Charles: I heard you were almost banged in the prison cell. I am sorry you had to go through that. Me: It's not your fault; it's wickedness that caused it. Charles: You will be fine. How about school? Me: I started yesterday. Engr. Van and Engr. Isaac has been covering for me. Charles: God has a way of blessing you. You know that, right? Me: Yes, I do. Thanks. What do I offer you? Charles: Offer me yourself. 😂😂😂😂😂😂 Me: Ahhh, 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 get out, joor. At the Penthouse Chima: Your body is so warm and tight, like it's your first time. Luka: Actually, it's my second time. You are the second ever, and you know the first. Chima: This is so funny, but it's sad. Luka: I really would like to be free. Chima: He likes me. There must be a reason why he has always had so many before me. Why keep me as his? Luka: Is it not obvious? Chima: I look like my brother, right? Luka: 😂😂😂😂😂😂 No. Then he opened his mouth wide as a thought entered his mind. Chima: OMG! 😱 No way. Luka: Yes, way. Chima: You are the one. The source of his taste and likes. Luka: He was saving me while looking for another like me. Chima: He is so sick. Luka: Yes, what dads can be like. Not everyone has them so great and special. Chima: Why would someone… Ugh… I mean, why would someone even have such feelings…? 😩 Luka: I wanted to ask you that. Chima: Ask me what? Luka: You revolted against this, like you hated everyone on earth. I mean, you were so against this, like you would have killed us all if you had the chance, but here you are, just having fun. Chima: I had you. Is that fun? Luka: If it's not, what is it then? Chima: Honestly, I don't know. I just do it because I feel guys will like it. Most guys hate this, not because they don't like it, but it's part of man's ego. They feel like they will be humiliated or something. Most guys like this, but they'd rather not do it, not because they are religious, but because they are scared of their reputation of being a man being ruined. Luka: So you mean all guys like it? That's why you go out to search for guys who like it? Chima: Most times, they enjoy it and claim they just did it for the money. But some guys would rather die than let someone do that to them. Luka: I used to think you were one of those guys. Chima: Maybe I was. Maybe the money changed me. Luka stood up from the bed, walked up to him, and sat on him. Both were already without clothes. Luka: Are you sure it's the money? Chima: Honestly, I have never had the feeling or want of it, or even imagined it at all. Luka: Hmm, that's weird. And you just jumped in all together, just like that? Chima: Maybe it was hidden somewhere inside of me and just needed someone to activate it. Luka: And it was. Chima: What about you? Luka: It's the same thing for me. I didn't know or want this until he started it, and here I am. Chima: With me. At Uncle Ike's House. Knock, knock. Uncle Ike: Hey, officers, welcome. Inspector Isa: How are you doing, Chief? Uncle Ike: Come in. I am fine. It's been a while since you came for me last. And how is the criminal doing in jail? Inspector Isa: Fine. Uncle Ike: Boys these days, they do whatever they like, no matter what you tell them. Inspector Isa: So, what was it you did for the business? Uncle Ike: Whatever he asked me to do, ooo. Inspector Isa: How come his accounts are all low? None of them has ever had up to three hundred thousand naira before. Uncle Ike: It's because he asked me to use my account for everything. Inspector Isa: So, he was the boss and controlling you? Uncle Ike: Yes, ooo. He even lured my son into that which he does. Inspector Isa: Hmm, such a bad boy. Uncle Ike: Yes, ooo, he is. Inspector Isa: So, what did he ask you to do to that missing boy? Uncle Ike starts coughing. Uncle Ike: Hmm, that thing… well, he ordered me to carry him to… (he remembers he is lying to an officer)… Well, I don't even have information on that because I was not there that day. Inspector Isa: Which day was that? Uncle Ike: Em, em, I don't know that day. I was not there then, just orders. Inspector Isa: Tell me about the orders? Uncle Ike: Ahh, Inspector, what will you drink? I have a small gift for you. He gave him 2 million naira cash. Inspector Isa: So, you have all this money, and even your boy has no more than 40k in his account? Uncle Ike: He sends me to do the deeds. Inspector Isa: So this gift from you to me is his money and not your money? Uncle Ike: Officer, take this money and stop asking questions. Inspector Isa: Thank you, sir. Added to other charges brought against you, you are under arrest. Anything you say or do will be used against you in court. Uncle Ike: Hmm, young man, don't let your journey in the police come to an end just like that. Call your boss and ask him if you should bring me in. Inspector Isa: He should know. He sent me. Uncle Ike: Hmm, let me call my lawyer. Inspector Isa: You will at the station. They took him away. At the Hospital Oke: Mum, eat, please. You need it for your health. Aunty Amaka: Your father just called. Said he got arrested. I should come and bail him. His lawyer is not picking up. Oke: Mum, eat this food, or I will leave you here. Aunty Amaka: You have to go and bail him. Oke: As what, kwan? So that he will come and be making life miserable for all of us? Aunty Amaka: Please, do it for me. Oke: Mum, eat first, okay? If you eat, I will go. Knock, knock. Me: Good day. Aunty Amaka: My beloved. Oke: I thought we agreed that you should come out. Me: I can't be inside forever. Oke: This place is not safe. Me: I can stop seeing her and not you stop being paranoid. Aunty Amaka: You look just like him. You have all his features. I missed that when I gave birth to Oke. Me: It doesn't matter. Just eat and be alive for us, please. I don't have another again, and now you are the only one that can take care of us. As my mother and his mother, please. She started crying. Aunty Amaka: I am sorry, very sorry, for all the pain you had to pass through. It's all my fault. Oke: Stop it and eat. Aunty Amaka: If I had just reported his activities to the police since, it would have been better. I should die and go. I can't even look at you both now. I wronged you both. You two deserve a better father, and both him and you both deserve better mothers. I allowed him ruin the life of my children. My only daughter is dead now because of him. Am I the only quiet and wicked woman in the world? Eh? I think I deserve to end this too. Oke: Mum, stop this, please. Me: What's wrong? Oke: Chima is now into male hookups willingly. Me: Aunty, please 🙏 stop this. It will be fine. At the Station Inspector Isa: Seems like your friends are not coming for you. Your wife didn't reply, and your lawyer, and now your high and mighty friends have abandoned you. Uncle Ike: Well, let's see about that. Sergeant: You still get mouth, mumu. You no sabi say your case dey America no politician go associate themselves with you now. Uncle Ike: I have one more call to make. Inspector Isa: Do it. Uncle Ike: Hello. Vice President: Why are you calling me? I thought you got arrested. Uncle Ike: So, all you decided to turn a blind eye, right? Vice President: We are trying to figure out a way to make your sentence light. Uncle Ike: Sentence me? In less than one hour, if I don't leave here, photos of all prominent men with those guys will start spreading online. Vice President: Eh? Don't do anything that will end your life. Uncle Ike: If I am here, my life is already ended. Vice President: Just remain calm. Uncle Ike: You have one hour. Bye. And he cuts the call. At the Engineer's House Engr. Isaac: It's been a while we spoke. Engr. Van: Thanks for coming, and thanks for helping Afam out. Engr. Isaac: You are not the only good person here, do you know that? Engr. Van: Thanks so much. Engr. Isaac: Can I at least know why you have been avoiding me? Engr. Van: I can't avoid you. We work at the same place, and we have the same classes, so we can't miss each other. Engr. Isaac: At least you are happy. Engr. Van: I can't even advise you to leave your home in order to be happy. There is nothing like happiness except if we create it ourselves. Engr. Isaac: I just wanted to explore those parts of me once again. Engr. Van: You can't do that after you have said "I do." You need to think about killing all those other parts. You must kill it and be happy with your family. You need to understand that you can't have everything. You can't. Sometimes you need to make sacrifices. Engr. Isaac: What about those who have everything? They have wives and they have kids and still have their boys. Engr. Van: Please, those people have more than enough money. They have so much money they can do all they want. You don't have that much. When you have half of that, at least you get to enjoy all you want. Engr. Isaac: So, it's all about money, right? Engr. Van: It's all about money. It has always been all about that. Engr. Isaac: I don't think so. Engr. Van: When you don't have money, and you don't have to enjoy certain things. Engr. Isaac: Get out, you are not being helpful. Engr. Van: You are looking for something that I will say that will help you do what you already have in mind to do something outside your marriage, but I won't say anything. You are completely on your own. Engr. Isaac: You once said you wanted to get married and have kids. How is that going to work out? Engr. Van: I am scouting for a lady in my situation. Engr. Isaac: What do you mean? Engr. Van: A lady who is into ladies and also into guys, and wants to have kids but also wants to do stuff, too. Engr. Isaac: So, that's how you plan to live your life? Engr. Van: It's a way out. I have other ways. Engr. Isaac: Eh, tell me. Engr. Van: Just get a baby mama. 😂 Engr. Isaac: You are not making life easy for me. Engr. Van: I like your wife, so I will not support you in any other way. Engr. Isaac: Why are you like this? Engr. Van: What do you need this for exactly? Tell me, for the sex or the fun, or you want to love someone for a long period of time? Engr. Isaac: I don't know. I have feelings. Engr. Van: Feelings alone don't do the trick. You need to know exactly what you want and what you are getting yourself into. Engr. Isaac: So that's why I am telling you, help me. Engr. Van: Isaac, what are you not happy about right now in your marriage? Engr. Isaac: Well, it's all good and fine. She is a great woman, and she takes care of us, me and my baby. She hasn't actually done all those things that people complain about their wife for. Mine is just okay. Engr. Van: So, why do you need to do it? Engr. Isaac: Just for doing it's sake. Just want to. Engr. Van: Remember when I said you were wasting time and will do it one day? Engr. Isaac: You pursued me fervently, always, all day and all the time, why? And now I have come to you, and you just threw me out like trash. You are wicked, and you know it. Engr. Van: I am sorry, I truly am. I am also on the path of self-discovery. Engr. Isaac: Who are you with right now? The boy, his brother, or the lawyer? Engr. Van: What!? Engr. Isaac: Don't even pretend. I have seen you with the lawyer. I have seen how you look at him. Engr. Van: I am sad, and you are correct. I am actually with the three of them. Somehow, I am stupid, or I feel stupid. Engr. Isaac: How does a man who likes men learn to love a woman? Engr. Van: He tries to do what's right. We are wired human beings, so we can rewire ourselves when we want to, and constant practice gets us where we want to be. And consistency. Engr. Isaac: Can I ask you where you want to be? Engr. Van: I… I don't know, honestly. Outside the Hospital Oke: You know she ate because of you. Me: She kept asking for forgiveness as if she has done the worst of everything. Oke: She actually did. Me: What did she do? Oke: She left a man who loves her and went with one that had money. Me: That's not the story I heard. Oke: Whatever you heard was a version. This is the truth she told me, and I am telling you. She did know where she would be going, and she went deliberately. Me: She was naive then. Let it go. Oke: Your dad has been the only one who ever taught me everything I know, and it turns out he was my real dad, as if he knew and said nothing. Me: Maybe he did know, but you didn't expect him to fight his brother. Oke: Why didn't he fight? Maybe if he did, he would have been alive, and we would have been born by the same mother. Me: I don't think it works like that. Oke: Whatever. I am sure that if he did fight, he would have been alive. Me: He is dead, and now we have to find a way to keep the only parent we have alive, because if anything happens to her, we are orphans. Hear me. Should anything happen to her. Oke: I have already left them since. I know how to survive without a parent. Me: Well, I don't. Oke: I have been your parent since, and yet you don't know? Me: You have been more than a parent to me. You have bathed me, loved and cared for me. There is nothing you haven't been to me. Even my lover. And I am grateful, but you need to understand. We need the old ones around us should someone or something we don't know come up. Oke: She is my mum. I know her. She is cool and charming, but she likes what she likes. Me: Don't wish her death. Oke: I won't. I don't. Me: Will you at least go and bail him out? Oke: Why? So that he will come out and torment us? Let his big friends do so, or the son that he promised the empire. Me: What?? Oke: That's why Chima said he was promised to be in charge of everything so that he would go willingly to that… Me: Did you think he did it? Oke: What? Me: Go willingly? Oke: I don't think so. Me: So, what's with him? Oke: I think the apple does fall far from the tree, unlike us with a bit of feeling. They did this and do it because of the cash and payout. He is still into it because of the cash. Me: But you said he wasn't getting, he was giving? Oke: How could he be giving out all that cash if he wasn't getting it from someone or somewhere? Me: What's with guys who make money from their body? They waste the money. They don't ever think of using it to do something meaningful. Oke: Welcome to the world. Me: Let's go in and check on her. At the Police Station Inspector Isa: I don't know who you called. It's up to an hour already. Uncle Ike: I have one more to call. Inspector Isa: Call as many as you want. Ring, ring. Uncle Ike: Hello. Philip: Hello. Uncle Ike: My boy, my precious boy. How are you doing? Philip: News on the street is that you are arrested. Are you calling to be bailed out? Uncle Ike: How can you talk to me like that? Philip: You threw us out of the hotel without prior info. Uncle Ike: You know you are one of my best boys. I have been sending you customers since then. Philip: Well, what can I do for you? Uncle Ike: I need a bail of over five million naira. Philip: I have never seen that kind of money before. All the money I get, I use to pay for my school fees. I don't even save money. Uncle Ike: Rally the other boys. I have enough money packed somewhere. I'll give you as soon as I get out. Philip: Who is going to believe that one? You remember we have a lot of customers we served and didn't get paid, and you got paid and didn't send to us. I am sorry, no one can help you, not even me. Uncle Ike: You ungrateful brat! After everything I did for you. Philip: What did you do for me? Uncle Ike: Your family was not taking good care of you, and you were going to be poor, so I got rid of them and helped you survive ever since. Philip: Wait, wait! Did you just admit to killing my family just so that I will enter streets and become one of your hookup boys? You mean devilish old bastard! Uncle Ike: At least you had food on your table and a roof over your head. Philip: Which I paid for with my hard-earned money. No free money from you. Besides, I found my real mom, and we are fine. She hates you for doing all those things to that innocent boy. Uncle Ike: Your real mum? Your parents died. Philip: I hope the police is hearing all this so that you burn in hell. Goodbye. He cuts the call. She rushes in after hearing Philip shout. Madam Esther: Who was that? Philip: My boss, the evil man we are all talking about. . Madam Esther: So, why are you angry? Philip: He just admitted to killing my parents so that I will end up on the streets. Madam Esther: What!? And he is the same man framing that poor boy. Philip: Yes, he is. Madam Esther: Hmm, evil men, like the one who raped me. Philip: If I see that one, eh, he will pay for all the suffering I have been through. Madam Esther: Hmm. Philip: See my boss. He brings out a photo of him on his phone to show her. Philip: In case you see him anywhere, just know that he is a criminal. Madam Esther: Ah, ah, wait, wait, wait! This is he, now. Philip: Who? Madam Esther: This is the idiot that raped me. By Whiteman Michael Morals Are you married with a wife and kid or kids, and you still have sex with other guys? This is not a judgment statement; it's a question. What do you want? How long will it last? You want to do it on the side, and you want that woman to care for you when you get old? You need to tell yourself certain things and certain truths, especially if she is the kindest person in the world. You need to not make her unhappy, especially if she has been making you happy. "It's just sex," you will say. But when you contract something, she will always get it from you. I don't know how to go about it. But just be good. Those who really want to be with guys and still want a woman: consider a lavenda marriage. There are good girls who also want family and also girls on the side. An agreement would be okay. But on all sides, one has to be careful. You can't love three guys at the same time 😂. Nah, that's not love. You just want to be with different people you are attracted to or just want to have sex with. Have you noticed there are people you work hard to be their friends and have sex with them, and when you finally do, all the feelings you had disappeared? Because it's not love. At first, real love doesn't even start with sex. Take note. Everything evil we do comes back to us one way or the other, especially when the intention was not clean. Take note. Reduce your sex partners for a longer life. Reduce your masturbation for a stronger dick. By Whiteman Michael I have not been active since because I lost someone, and I fell and I took double-time hustles with overtime, closing out at night 10 p.m. Different hustles. I don't want to come and be asking. Thanks to everyone who checked on me. I'll be fine.

OurStory TB

5/30/2025, 8:40:56 PM

Survival 31 – Two Mothers Chima: Hey, what’s up? Guy: I dey. How fa? Chima: I am cool. You wanna hang out? Guy: As in? Chima: Hop in, let’s go chill. Guy: Ah ah, omo were ni oo. Like me ke, man guy, enter your car go chill? I look like woman or gay? Chima: I will pay you. Guy: Your father! Oloshi! Olori buruku! He drove off fast before the guy threw three stones at his new car. Chima: Omo, it's like I will drive to the school environment oo. These touts are not smiling at all. But school people already know me, I will be identified easily. If not, I like some of my coursemates that will bend so fast. His phone rings. Chima: Yeah? My Gold: Come to the house, please. I need you. Chima: OK, I am coming. He drove to the place. At the Engineer’s House Oke: Hello? What?! How? When?! OMG! Why?! I will come and see you right now. Me: What’s wrong? Oke: My sister is gone. Me: Gone where? Oke: She died. Me: Eh? How? When? Where? Oke: From an abortion, she said. And she said she is leaving him. I have to go to her. Me: What? Well, are you sure it's not a trap? Engr Van: I also think so, ooo. Oke: It can't be. She can't lie with her daughter's life. Barrister Santos: If they try getting info out of you, try saying nothing. Oke: OK, I promise. I won’t hurt the only brother I have. And he left. Oke: Mum, what happened? Aunty Amaka: Your father has killed me. Oke: How? Aunty Amaka: All of you... I have none now. Oke: Where is Chima? Aunty Amaka (cries): Since I sent him to meet your father at the hotel, he has not returned home. Oke: What?! Aunty Amaka: My son, please forgive me for not fighting for you. I am very sorry. Oke: Mum, where is Chima?! Aunty Amaka: I don’t know. The last time I heard about him, they said he was driving a car in the city. I don’t know… She breaks down. Oke: What are you doing now? Aunty Amaka: I am packing. I am leaving here. I told you so. Oke: But where will you go to? Aunty Amaka: I still have a father and a family. Oke: Haba, Mama. Marriage is for better or worse. Aunty Amaka: Excuse me, I married the wrong Okoye. Oke: Oh, you just realized that, right? Aunty Amaka: What do you mean? Oke: You had me in your stomach. You should have gone back to him. But you liked the attention—the Lagos, and the abroad he took you to. And you stayed back. Now you’re running? Well, it fits you. Aunty Amaka (cries): Please don’t say so. I am sorry. Oke: You liked all he gave you. That’s why you stayed with him. Aunty Amaka: No, no, no, no. Oke: How did your daughter get pregnant and no one knew until she died? Aunty Amaka: I don’t know. Oke: She was always left out. No one paid attention to her. Aunty Amaka: I am so sorry. Oke: Best you tell her that when you bury her. At the Police Station Inspector Isa: Sir, we have good news. DPO: What’s the good news? Inspector Isa: That woman, Madam Esther—we have found her son. DPO: Wow! After 10 years? That’s interesting. Inspector Isa: It was through the suspected boy, sir. His master. DPO: Hmm... Any updates on that? Inspector Isa: We have enough evidence to arrest the perpetrator of the crime. All we need is your go-ahead order. DPO: Order now comes from above. Let’s wait for those above to tell us what to do or give orders. Inspector Isa: It seems they will never arrest that man. DPO: The moment they come for that boy or my son, do me the solid by arresting that man on my orders—and go with the press. Leak the information to the public. Let’s see what they’ll be up to. Inspector Isa: Yes, sir. At Mr. Gold's House Mr Gold: My sweet boy. Chima: You want to have me today? Mr Gold: 😂😂😂, why can’t I just see you when I want? Chima: I am not happy. Mr Gold: What’s wrong? You want more money? Chima: I wanted to bang. Mr Gold: I’ve heard of your activities. What’s that all about? You go to town, pick straight guys, bang them, then pay them and throw them on dustbins? Chima: It's my signature. Like you. You like them young, right? In a few years, give or take one or two, you’ll dispose of me and have a new person. Mr Gold: Hmm... You might be right. But why? Chima: There is no "why." Mine was taken by force. You paid because I was sweet. I pay these ones. There are many you didn’t pay. Mr Gold: OK. Why the bins? Chima: Puff... Nothing really. Just shame and— Mr Gold: So you were on your way to pick someone but I called? Chima: Yes. Mr Gold: Do you have a type? Chima: For now, I just want any guy that attracts me—from their face or body physique. Mr Gold: But you were never attracted to guys before. Why now? What changed? He looked at him. Chima: Why now? What changed? It’s you. You changing. You made me into what I am now. I was never into guys. But it’s as if this feeling has been inside my body, trapped for a long time. Whatever you did that night, it's all out—and it’s rushing through my veins. I cannot code it inside anymore. It’s pushing out of my body as if it has been locked there forever. But it was Pakistan. I’ve never felt it. I didn’t know it existed. Mr Gold: What do you want right now? Chima: I just want to have somebody. Do you have somebody for me? Mr Gold: You’re the only one I have right now. There’s a lot of heat in the country. Your father is in a lot of trouble. That’s why everybody is laying their head low. Even the president has warned us to stay away from him. The chances of saving him are getting slim every day. Chima: He can go to hell for all I care. Even if they arrest him now, it’s his fault. Mr Gold: If I was to give you a special gift, what would it be? Do not call money—because I know you always have money in mind. Chima: I pay well. The money I give those boys—it is too much. Some have never seen it in their life. That is why none of them is going to report—unless that person is stupid and greedy. You want to make me happy right now? Give me your son, Luca. I will have him. Mr Gold: He’s a man of his own. I cannot force him. Chima: But you can ask him. Mr Gold: Have you tried accessing him and he said no? Chima: I don’t know. I don’t think I’m his type. Mr Gold: He’s just like you in some ways. He has no type in particular. This was never meant to be his thing—until I brought him into it. Chima: You see? You are the devil here right now, corrupting every single one of us one by one. Mr Gold: 😂😂😂😂. Do you really think so? Chima: It’s unlike you to be chatting. Since I came, you’ve been chatting. Did you just suddenly grow bored? Because whenever I come here, I take off my clothes and it’s down to business. Clothes are off right now and you’re not even trying to do your thing. Mr Gold: How is family? How is everything in your house right now? Chima: Puff. Who cares? What happens there, happens there. I'm not there. Doesn’t really matter. Mr Gold: Your father called me earlier today to tell me he lost his daughter. His only daughter. Your sister. I think you have no knowledge about that. He kept quiet for some time and looked at his face seriously. Chima: Did he tell you how it happened? Mr Gold: According to him, she was trying to get an abortion and she died during the process. Chima: My father is evil. And every evil thing that he has done is falling back on him one by one. It’ll fall or not—we cannot escape it. Before it comes to my turn, let me be able to enjoy myself a while. Mr Gold: That was why I called you—to extend my condolences. I’ll send you some money. You could go and help with the burial and take care of things at home. When you are sober enough, come back and we could continue from where we stopped. And if it pleases you, I can ask my son to follow you. Chima: Thank you. I am grateful for your concern. I’ll call you and ask you to send your son to the penthouse by evening. Right now, I think I need to drive home. Mr Gold: I respect your decision. Since you got your penthouse, go easy on him. Like both of you are more alike than you know. At Engineer's House Me: She will be coming. Are you prepared to receive her? Philip: I don't know. I am afraid. Who destroyed Inspector to those... I think she has suffered too. We have all suffered. I really don't know what to expect. Azaman: It’s really fine, my boss. Let us just put our hands in our pockets and hope. Vic: How can putting your hand in your pocket make you hopeful? Milo: Na figure of speech. Vic: Who told you so? How did you know? Milo: I go school ooooo. Na JSS3 I finish, make you know. Vic: JSS3 boy? Philip: E don do oooo. Knock knock knock Me: Yes? Madam Esther: How are you? I am the one that you all have been waiting for. Me: Please, come in. Philip: Madam Esther, you?! Azaman: Asin, Madam Esther?! Madam Esther: Philip, na you be the Philip? Me: You all know each other? Philip: It’s her place we eat the most. Madam Esther: They’re my customers—my son and I. I did not know. They all laughed and hugged each other. This content is the intellectual property of OurStory TB and the author, Whiteman Micheal. Unauthorized use, reproduction, or distribution without proper credit to the author or the page is strictly prohibited. Permission must be obtained before any use. Phillip: This life. Me: I'm happy for you. Philip: We will all be happy for you. In another room… Barrister Santos: Good things are happening—at least, a mother and her son that turned out to be one of our customers. Engineer Van: I hope it happens soon on our own site. The silence is becoming airy; everybody is keeping quiet, so somebody needs to make a move. Barrister Santos: If those that are in Abuja have not made a move, it's because they must have found some miscalculated steps, and they don’t want to miss their step. If they use force and all power, no one is going to be able to stop them. But they are looking at the future—and of course, the next election is at hand, so nobody wants their name tainted. There is only one enemy to be fought. Engineer Van: The uncle. Barrister Santos: It won't take time to turn against him, because they must have advised him to leave the country or go somewhere else, and he would have refused—believing he has powers—even when the powers are advising him. So they would not want to put themselves in trouble. I’m just speculating though. Engineer Van: Have you been alone all this time? Barrister Santos: I don't understand what you mean. Engineer Van: You understand perfectly well what I mean. Barrister Santos: Emmanuel, at my age and with my reputation, you don't expect me to go about looking for some young man—or any man—to be with. We just have to suck it up and wait for something to happen—or make nothing happen. Engineer Van: I understand. Having orders, power, and auto-reputation, you wouldn't want to spoil it, so you just keep quiet and sit—hoping you find your love without going to find anyone. Barrister Santos: We are more or less the same. Engineer Van: I was actually hoping that he grows up and gets a job, and I will make him mine. Barrister Santos: Are you being serious right now? You're going to wait that long for the young lad to become a man? Engineer Van: He is already a man. And he knows a whole lot of things. I believe in those exactly—that plan—and he worked towards it. Barrister Santos: So what's changed? What happened? Engineer Van: Life changed. Life happened. I think his brother has started falling for me. And he is already matured. I'm confused right now. I cannot say no to him, because I haven’t had that feeling in a very long time. Barrister Santos: I understand what you mean. At least you even got the feeling. You called somebody recently. I haven't touched anybody since I lost my friend. It's been all about work. Engineer Van: And his uncle made life easy for people like us by creating an environment where you go and find exactly what you need. All those boys in there work for him. You could go and pick one for yourself if you want. Just pay them what is due, and they will go. Barrister Santos: You and I know that for people like us, it doesn't work like that. It's quite harder and different for us—we do our things internally, codedly. And there’s a certain type of woman being—not just anyone you meet at the club. Engineer Van: You are correct. I remember going to that club to have my first time. But I couldn’t leave my car. And that was when the elder brother ran to my car. That was how I got myself into all this in the first place—by sitting in my car and thinking of entering or not going in. Barrister Santos: That is why he's with you right now. You protected him from something a long time ago. So he's kind of breaking out of his shell. Engineer Van: You know, I have to define what I have with him—to know if he's just taking advantage of being with me, or if we are a real thing. If we are not, then he has to come and ask for your hand. Barrister Santos: So my father was right—we really could be a match. Engineer Van: How on earth does a father say those things in front of his son? And how did your father know? Why is he so comfortable with it? Barrister Santos: Father grew up abroad. He saw those things. So he's aware of all this. He's not in the Stone Age like some deadbeat dad or too religious. He just accepted it. He’s a judge—a retired church man. You’d think he spent all his lifetime just playing by the books. Of course, the man had had fun once in a while in his life. And he is always happy. I want to be happy like him. Engineer Van: I hope all this ends happily. Barrister Santos: It will. Let's go hear the many things their mother and son have to say to each other—as madam and customer. Engineer Van: That's a big one. She has spent so much traveling, searching—trying to know who this boy is, only to discover that it’s somebody that comes to our house—her place of work—every day to eat. Barrister Santos: Such is life. At Uncle’s house… Chima: What is going on here, Mom? Why are you all packed? Where are you going to? I thought we had a funeral to plan. Oke: Where have you been all this time? What happened to you? What did he do to you? She told me you went to see him and then you disappeared. Like me, she told me that that white fool did not get to you. Chima: I came here to know the plan about my sisters. Whatever has happened to me has happened to me—and there is nothing any of you can do about it. Aunty Amaka: Ahhhhh! (Cries, falls down, and rolls) Chima: What are you doing right now? Why are you crying and wailing? What sort of movie are you acting? There is nothing that you could have done. Oke: I am very sorry about— Chima: What are you sorry about? I came to meet you, but you would rather protect your other brother than me. I've always been on my own. I knew that nobody really cared for me. The moment you saw that boy, you started caring for him. You are probably sleeping with him and he's giving you the good stuff. Men do a lot of shit for the good stuff. So, what’s the plan about the burial? Oke: You misunderstood what was happening between us. It is not as you have said. Chima: Right now, I don't care what’s happening between us or what’s happening between you and him. I came here to know how my sister is going to be buried. Oke: I am not your father's son. Our mother here slept with our uncle before she left with Father. He is my blood brother. Chima: Yes, Father told me everything about it. That was how he got to me—promising to hand over the family wealth to me if I did what he said. And here I am. I'm just going to hang around, do whatever I want to do, and wait for him so I can come and take over what belongs to me. Oke: It has all been taken out of his hands. It did not belong to him in the first place. It belongs to Afam. Chima: Good. But he's not going to die poor. You know all those rich fools will still give him something. I'm trying to live on my own and get something for myself. Is there any ceremony to be held for her? We need to leave this place right now. I don't want to meet him, and I don't want to see any of your faces again in my life. Aunty Amaka: Please forgive me. Please… Chima: Stop saying that. You did not do anything to me. Aunty Amaka: I think he wants to bury her in Lagos. He does not want to take her to the village. Oke: Why? Is that how things are done? Aunty Amaka: Hmmmm… Chima: Father has surrounded himself with enemies—enemies to the East, enemies to the West, enemies to the North, enemies to the South. Oke: We can go there ourselves and bury her. Aunty Amaka: I don't have the money or the logistics for that. Chima: So that means we are still going to depend on him? I mean you are going to still depend on him? Let's bury her here. I don’t have time traveling to that place. I'll take care of everything. Tell me how much you need—I’ll have it sent to you. Or don’t worry, I’ll just send you four million into your account. Take care of everything and tell us the day we are coming to bury her. Oke: How did you get that type of money into your account? What have you involved yourself in? Chima: Nothing. I just did the same thing that you did—but not for free. Oke: What are you talking about? Chima: I think I have to go now. See you all later. This content is the intellectual property of OurStory TB and the author, Whiteman Micheal. Unauthorized use, reproduction, or distribution without proper credit to the author or the page is strictly prohibited. Permission must be obtained before any use. as it turned to leave their father came in Uncle ike: one big Happy Family finally when somebody dies that all the family members gathers together have you guys fixed the date for her burial. Aunty amaka: we will fix it and we will not invite you we are not invited to the burial. Uncle ike: go ahead I'll be much happier. Chima: demon in human clothing. Uncle ike: I am a demon right made you to see the type of money you have never seen in your life tell me how much is in your account like now 100 million so 200 million you have so much money account you don't know what to do with it you are going about wasting it on young men instead of you to look for something to invest in your life find a company to buy or even by yourself a property so something that is permanent that will last you long time you think the morning we continue coming like that let me tell you something you are going to get food and when you get old thou hold you think is tight and easy will become wild and porous and no matter who enters their it doesn't matter anymore make use of what you are getting right now for yourself. Oke: what ? chima? if that what you are doing please tell me that is not what you are doing. Aunty amaka: ahhhhh ahhhh ahhh ahhh ahhh ahh She fell down and collapsed Oke: mum wake up mum wake up . Chima: mum wake up mum wake up. Uncle ike: if you like faint you are all hypocrites. And he walked away while they rushed her to a hospital At engr van house Madam Esther: my son I knew you are not the real criminal don't mind those police officers they want to shoot the main course but your God will not allow such a thing to happen. Me: thanks so much. Madame ester: I'll make sure that I use my resources to help you. Me: i am grateful. Philip: thanks ma sorry mum i still can believe its you oooo. Madam esther: i thank God for this day i cant stop thanking him. She starts crying and they hugged her. Azaman: this is not a good time but it is a time. Vic: time for? Azaman: abeg madam esther who be philip papa. Philip; azaman. Barrister santos: thats not outof place. Engr van: timing. Barrister santos: what better time than now. I drew him out of the house Me: whats the meaning of that why do you want to ruin these happy moments. Azaman: the earlier the better ooo see philip na my gee i dey happy for him but me an dhim don run many matter like many men so its better to know wether his pilee follow or not and he still get clients ths night like this. Me: you are right i hope its someone better Azaman: me too At the penthouse Moses: sir you came back empty-handed Chima: some touts almost broke my car screen Moses; why Chima: i dont know money cant buy everyone maybe Moses: you look stressed Chima: lost my sister and my mum is in the hospital. Moses: sorry sorry sir there is a white young man down stairs waiting for you Chima: send him up uplease and please bring us food ask him what he will eat. Moses: ok sir. Knock knock Luka: hi Chima: please sit i didnt think you will come Luka: he is a god he says go i go Chima: I remember you preparing me that night Luka: why am i here Chima: i want to have you but i want you to make love and not just banging Luka: i have always had it rough and i havent had anyother person except him Chima: why do you have to do all he says why not steal his money and set up your life Luka: its not that easy i dont even know where the money is coming from Chima: well we will find out and we will free ourselves from them our fathers Luka: yes we will And they kissed and cuddled and entered each other By Whiteman Micheal Morals All those excess money you have right now what are you doing with it are you buying phone laptop shoe things thT re e sincexpen are expsive but will add no real value like more money to your ACC Think right now before you spend that money buy phone if you need to But things that you need and not what you want Did you notice two mothers crying one hapyy tears one sad tears one receiving a child one ossining a child Becarful the things you with your today they will define your tomorrow. Know yourself, your sex life must not be like others. If other people are having sex with more than one person you must not do the same if your body says no don't force yourself. You must have not other people's fairy tales. Try to understand yourself and know exactly how you feel. And work with yourself. By Whiteman Micheal. Please like share and follow to get the next.

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"Survival 34" "Forgive yourself." Me: "Oke, drive carefully. Stop speeding." Chima: "What do you mean? Is it because your mother is dead?" Me: "We need to get to the hospital alive, and not dead." Chima: "Oke, drive carefully. It's too fast, ooo. I don't want to die yet." He was driving so fast I almost threw up and my heart was pounding. We got to the hospital and ran straight to the room. The doctor was standing there and wanted to cover her face. Dr.: "I think it's an overdose." Oke: "So, which nurse is responsible?" Dr.: "That's the issue. The nurse responsible was not a staff member here. Some people said they saw him enter and leave." Oke: "What? Such rubbish! They said they saw him enter and leave? My dear doctor, get ready for lawsuits. I know how much I paid this morning for hospital bills, and you can't provide security." Dr.: "My son, take it easy. We have called the police." Chima: "Police won't save you. We will sue you." Me: "Come here." Oke fell on my shoulders and cried like a baby. Chima was crying; he practically sat on the floor and cried before the male nurse saw him and ran to comfort him. After a while, we saw them move her to the morgue, and we left. I drove gently because I was no expert, and it was night. Neither of them were in a state that would let them drive, and the nurse guy followed us. I drove to the old mansion, but they wouldn't get down from the car, so I drove to the Engr's house. They got down and all went to our small room in the boy's quarters. Engr. Van: "You guys couldn't stay in that house, right?" Me: "Yeah. We should have left it for him." Engr. Van: "No way, that's wrong. What's yours is yours." Me: "You know someone killed her, right?" Engr. Van: "We all know who killed her.” Me: "She was the next closest person to be my mum." I sat closer to him and rested on his body. Engr. Van: "You still have me." Me: "Yes, I do, but the doctor has more of you." Engr. Van: "Oya, stand up and go comfort your brothers." Me: "😂😂😂😂😂 Na only one will be my brother there ooo." Engr. Van: "The other one is your what now?" Me: "My enemy turned into a crush." Engr. Van: "Ahh, wahala! This one don't end up sleeping with everyone ooooo." Me: "Provided I don't get any diseases, that's what I will do." Engr. Van: "My brother is coming tomorrow. Don't make the house too sexual for him." Me: "Alright, got that. So, no teasing you or romancing you in front of him." Engr. Van: "🤣🤣🤣 Ahhh, this boy, someone just died today." Me: "Listen, I am used to people dying. Lost my dad and mum, so I know, right? And the worst part is that they were all killed by the same person." Oke just walked into the sitting room. Oke: "This is where you are cuddling with him, and my mum is barely cold, and all you can do is blame my father?" Me: "Your father???? Listen—" Oke: "I am not listening to anything. Take your car keys and your house keys. Keep everything; that's the only important thing to you. My mother just died." Me: "Oke, relax, let me explain." Oke: "Get out! Don't touch me!" Me: "Wait, what's wrong with you?" I ran to meet him. He pushed me away. Chima came up too. Chima: "Bad things started happening to our family the moment you arrived." Me: "Eh, me? Chima, you were apologizing to me in the car ooooo." Chima: "You are the devil that came to destroy us." Engr. Van: "Okay, that's enough. Get out, both of you." They both left. I started crying. Me: "I didn't do anything." Engr. Van: "It's okay. You suffered the most. They are just angry. They just lost their mom, so they will find who to blame. I am very sure when Oke gets better, he will look for you." "Do you remember you ran mad and naked on the road when you lost your mother??? So that's what they are going through mentally." Me: "I drove here. How will they go that far, and where will they go?" Engr. Van: "Just relax, everything will be fine." I rested back on his body. Engr. Van: "You don't need to be my houseboy anymore, you know, right?" Me: "You bargained with me till I graduated. What do you want? You want me to go live in that mansion all by myself?? So that I will get robbed or killed?" Engr. Van: "Okay, no issue." Me: "You just want to send me away so you can f*** the barrister." Engr. Van: "Ahhh 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 you and your bad mouth." Me: "I am saying the truth, na. Tell who bottom?" Engr. Van: "Who do you think?" Me: "🤔 I think you both bottomed." Engr. Van: "Ahhh, you this boy, why did you say that?" Me: "I mean, he has kids and looks manly, but he would like to try topping, and you are a bottom who never stopped. Also, because of your status, you want to try it all the same. Maybe you guys just enjoyed each other." Engr. Van: "On the contrary, you are right." Me: "So, how was it after all those years?" Engr. Van: "Painful, as usual." Me: "😂😂 Are you sure? Should I try? I am very small ooo, it won't hurt you." Engr. Van: "Afam!" Me: "😂😂😂😂 Sir!" Engr. Van: "Go and make me dinner." Me: "😂😂😂😂😂 Yes, sir! What would you like to eat?" On the Road Nurse Guy: "Both of you know your brother didn't have anything to do with your mother's death. He was with us upstairs there, in that penthouse. And also, he drove us from the hospital to this place." Oke: "Afam, I am sorry 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭. I didn't know what came over me." Nurse Guy: "I am sorry, bro. We are far from his house. In the morning, you can go there and apologize." Chima: "Where is the cab taking us to?" Nurse Guy: "I told him to take us to your penthouse. Please, my place is far. Can I sleep at your place?" Chima: "Did I ask you to follow us? Driver, stop the cab, drop off." Driver: "Na him call me, na. Who will pay me?" Chima: "I'll pay you." Nurse Guy: "Okay, bye." Nurse guy was scared; he was left in the middle of nowhere. But to his surprise, a cab pulled over and gave him a lift. Nurse Guy: "Can you go to Okoko?" Driver 2: "Ahhh, that place far. Even if you pay, I won't go, it's too far." Nurse Guy: "Okay, take me to Yaba side." "Ahhh, what have I done helping people who don't need help? Ahh, I pray this one helps me." Knock, knock. Me: "Yes oh, how far?" Nurse Guy: "They threw me out of the cab." Me: "Really?" Nurse Guy: "Well, just Chima." Me: "Okay, just back to the boy's quarters." I didn't want Engr. to know, so I left him behind. He was still in his hospital uniform. Me: "Take a bath, there is hot water, and use my pajamas. I will wear something light to sleep. Have you eaten?" Nurse Guy: "I just needed a place to place my head till morning." Me: "It's fine, I will get you food." He ate, and I cleared it out, then locked the main house and bade him good night. When I came back, I bathed and got into bed to sleep. Nurse Guy: "So, you won't ask me why I did it?" Me: "Ask why you did what?" Nurse Guy: "Sleep with your brother." Me: "Oh, that. I do it too." Nurse Guy: "Seriously? 😳 You??? Do it??" Me: "I am not innocent, na." Nurse Guy: "But with girls, right?" Me: "I have f***ed a guy before." Nurse Guy: "What was your reason?" Me: "Pleasure." Nurse Guy: "I am the only one with a job that pays in my house. I have three elder ones and two younger ones, and I feed the house and pay the rent." "The hospital held my salary for at least two months, and I was late on rent. The landlord almost threw us out." "I am not saying I am new to the gay community, but I have never really had sex. Topped or bottomed." "But I had to do it with your brother when I heard him promise 50k, and that's exactly what I needed." "When he sent more than I requested, I was scared. I didn't know what to do. I just paid the bills and sent my mother some to buy food for the house. I am honestly tired." Me: "I want to understand something. So, you take care of food and rent at home; those who senior you eat from the food?" Nurse Guy: "They don't have good jobs." "When will you stop that?" Nurse Guy: "How? They are my family." Me: "But now you are sleeping outside because of work or going home late. My dear, work hard and work well too for yourself." Nurse Guy: "When your brother said he would be mine, I dreamt about him." Me: "Chima just started life in the gay world recently, so be careful." Nurse Guy: "Will you have me?" Me: "Eww, no. What for?" Nurse Guy: "For staying here?" Me: "Nope, just sleeping, and you are free." Nurse Guy: "I am a stranger." Me: "No, I know, it's my risk." Nurse Guy: "Thanks." At the Penthouse Chima: "Come, let's use the elevator." Oke: "I want to go back to Afam." Chima: "Tomorrow, it's already late." Oke: "😭😭😭😭😭😭 She is gone, she is gone! I am an orphan!" Chima: "Like the big bro I am, I am supposed to be crying here, not you." Oke: "I shouldn't have said those things to Afam. He is my blood." Chima: "I am your blood too." Oke: "I know." Oke hugs him. Chima: "I feel weird, you hugging me." Oke: "There is nothing there. It's your newfound activities that are disturbing your mental state." Chima: "I can't believe this is me." Oke: "You shouldn't have sent that boy away." Chima: "I'll call him tomorrow and apologize. I needed this night with you." Oke: "Why?" Chima: "You are my brother. What other reasons can there be?" At the New Hotel Ring, ring. Uncle Ike: "Yes?" Dr.: "Your wife passed away today, this night." Uncle Ike: "Have you informed her sons?" Dr.: "They were here earlier today." Uncle Ike: "That's all I needed to hear." Dr.: "She is in the morgue, and..." He cuts the call. Uncle Ike: "Stupid people." Two Days Later At the Engr's House Knock, knock. Me: "Yes?" . I saw Oke. I was quiet. He grabbed me and hugged me. Oke: "Forgive me. I was not myself that night..." Me: "It's fine." I kissed his lips. Oke: "So, you are not angry at me?" Me: "Remember what happened to me when I lost my mum? Yours is even better. Come in." Engr. Van came out. Oke knelt down. Engr. Van: "It's okay, get up. I understand." Joe: "Good day, sir." Me: "That's Joseph, his brother, the one we cleaned the room for the other day." Oke: "Welcome. Thank you so much. I heard what you did." Me: "Felix informed me of what's happening, and I took care of it. Besides, Uncle Santos has given me access to all the accounts, and the hotel is cleared to reopen." Oke: "What do you plan on doing?" Me: "Open the hotel." Oke: "But what about the other side of it?" Me: "It will be divided into two: straight and LGBT section." Oke: "Are you serious? So, you want to continue like him?" Me: "Nooooo, it's just going to be a comfort zone where people are free to sit and talk with girls or boys. Just somewhere people can find happiness." Oke: "Afam, are you fully going to be gay now?" Me: "😂😂😂😂😂😂 Nooooo. You don't understand. It's not like... it's not going to be anything like what Uncle ran before. It's going to be better. His own was for only guys who like guys. Mine would be for everyone: straight, gays, lesbians." Oke: "Why can't you leave it to be a normal hotel?" Me: "Where will I send Philip and the others to? They can't go on the street? And besides, it's not like they will be selling their bodies now." Oke: "What will they be doing?" Me: "Philip is going to be assistant manager. I went on LinkedIn and found a manager; she resumes tomorrow." Oke: "Wow, you are really ready for this." Me: "Azaman, Vic, and the rest are now stewards and waiters." Oke: "You are just giving them opportunity to sell their body." Me: "Which would not be inside the establishment but outside." Oke: "You are not helping them." Me: "Tell me, what should I have done?" Oke: "Ask them to go learn a trade or something." Me: "😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 Imagine Philip, who has survived all his life from selling his hole, becoming a tailor." Oke: "It's not impossible." Me: "Chillax, I know, but I didn't set them up to use their bodies. I gave them those posts so that they can support families." Oke: "How?" Me: "Philip has been your friend longer than when I met him, and you didn't know his friends had children?" Oke: "😂😂😂😂😂 Like you are joking." Me: "No, I am not. 🤨" Oke: "😂 Common, don't be silly. 😜 Imagine Azaman being a father!" Me: "Oke, he has two boys, four and three years old." Oke: "😢😯 WTF! How did it... I mean, how?" Me: "Uhm, he is a man and has a working penis." Oke: "Azaman has breasts and walks like a girl. One day, he visited Philip, I almost had him when I saw him naked. He is practically a woman. Have you seen inside his body?" Me: "He fathered two boys, and also the others." Oke: "Ahhh, this life no balance, and I am here in trauma all this time. I had sex with countless girls, no one got pregnant with all my manliness." Me: "😂😂😂😂😂😂 And he did it just once or twice, and babies rush." Oke: "But what woman would want to sleep with a girly guy?" Me: "You know there are girls who like girls, right? So, to the girls, he must be another girl she is doing it with, and boom, she got pregnant." Oke: "Are you sure that's how it works?" Me: "Oga, no dey ask me nonsense. He is a father, accept it. Simple." Oke: "How prepared are you?" Me: "Eh, to be a father??" Oke: "Oh, not that. The court cases, it's starting soon." Me: "Is it not court we will go? I am not afraid. I am not guilty." Oke: "Be careful, he must have made a lot of traps." Me: "My enemies will fall into the traps they laid for me." Oke: "Good. Chima will come and beg you soon." Me: "Are you now living with him?" Oke: "You gave me a lot of money. I now stay in the house I got for Mama. Come stay with me. Leave the Engr. and his brother. Stop eating his small money. You are now wealthy." Me: "Oke, I am a small boy. I still need help and guidance. I can't rush to be an adult and make useless mistakes. Even when you think you can do all things, we still need guidance. Let me follow the normal train: graduate, serve, and start living alone." Oke: "I'll wait for you. If you don't come over, I'll come back here and stay with you." Me: "The three of us will stay." Oke: "Eh, who is the third person?" Me: "The nurse guy, Felix. He stays here now. It's closer to the hospital than his house in Okoko." Oke: "Why can't you rent him a house?" Me: "That would have been a silly mistake if I didn't have Engr.'s guidance. And listen, I know you are an adult, all grown and all. But you must admit that you need a bit of parenting too." Oke: "I know, but I can't burden the young man now. He needs a wife soon, and we need to leave him." Me: "He needs a wife when he wants to born. For now, he is having good sex." Oke: "Eh, from who?" Me: "I can't say." Oke: "Don't tell me he is doing you." Me: "Ahhh, Oke, do you think I will do that? But I like him. It's not bad, but it's not me, joor." Oke: "I heard Mum was supposed to testify against him, and now she is gone." Me: "I knew that he has a hand." Oke: "We will be careful." Me: "You are living alone in a big house. Just you. No neighbors, no gatemen, just you. In this type of world where your father roams free. If such can happen to your mother in the hospital, what about an empty house?" Oke: "Okay, I have heard you." Me: "One more thing." Oke: "What?" Me: "When last did you have sex?" Oke: "What? How is that important?" Me: "It will help you relax." Oke: "Well, who have you been doing it with?" Me: "One and only Charles." Oke: "Emm, okay. But I don't want a boy. I don't want to go through that route anymore." Me: "Okay, give me time. Philip will arrange something for us. And again, come tomorrow. He said he needs to tell us something. Also, ask Chima to come over." Oke: "Okay, good night." We hugged, and he left. At the Hospital Chima: "I am sorry, please forgive me." Nurse Guy: "Please go away." Chima: "What's that, your name?" Nurse Guy: "I told you many times, and you forget." Chima: "I am sorry, please." Nurse Guy: "Tell me the truth, what do you want: my friendship or my body?" Chima: "I want both." Nurse Guy: "So that when you get angry again, you will drop me in the middle of the road to nowhere at night, abi?" Chima: "Sorry, okay, let me give you a lift." And he enters his car. Chima: "Where do I take you to?" Nurse Guy: "Straight, take left." Chima: "You now stay this close to the island?? I thought your place was very far." Nurse Guy: "It is. That night you left me, I found someone who helped me and asked me to stay if I have early morning shifts so I can go to work easily." Chima: "The person just wants to f*** you." Nurse Guy: "I thought the same thing too, but I have bathed in his room, came out naked, slept on the same bed with him for days now, and he has not once touched me." Chima: "Ahh, he is straight." Nurse Guy: "I have seen his boyfriend come, and they kiss and do stuff, and he has not touched me. Very unusual for gay guys." Chima: "He must be stupid not to notice a real gem like you." Nurse Guy: "The point is that he is not forcing me to do anything, and I am not forcing him because it's normal." Chima: "That's not normal." Nurse Guy: "What's normal to you is abnormal to others." Chima: "How do you mean?" Nurse Guy: "If a guy more handsome than myself should sleep in your room, won't you touch him??" Chima: "I will." Nurse Guy: "I need you to understand that being gay or into guys is beyond sex. Not everything is about f***." "Stop me here." Chima: "This looks like Engr. Van's house. Wait, the guy that is housing you is Afam???" Nurse Guy: "Yes, and he hasn't touched me." Chima: "Shit, wait, don't go, wait!" He came down and left him in the car. I saw him and came out of the house and entered the same car. Chima: "Guy, I didn't plan on coming here to apologize today." Me: "So, I should get out of the car?" Chima: "No." He was trying so hard not to look at me. Me: "I like your car. I will get this type for myself." Chima: "Lol, you are rich now." Me: "Why are you avoiding me?" Chima: "I don't know, it's weird." Me: "😂😂 You lie. Let me tell you what's weird. You saw me naked, and ever since, you wanted me, but you are trying to use your emotions of hate to make me not appealing to your eyes, which is clearly not working." Chima: "Jeez, man, Afam, you are bad! I am getting hard here." Me: "I know. All you need to do is ask. You don't know if I will agree." Chima: "Common, we are blood cousins, it won't work." Me: "How many children does your father have, and what makes you think you haven't slept with one of his kids?" "Mind you, some guys now are trans women who became guys. You might have impregnated one, you don't know." Chima: "Ahh, Afam, wait, let me apologize for..." Me: "Save it. Just come tomorrow. Philip has something to tell us, with his mother." Chima: "I wonder what sort of news that could be." Me: "Whatever it is, just come." Chima: "Okay." I wanted to leave, he held me. Chima: "I am sorry." I gave him a hug and a kiss. Chima: "Wait, I need your help. This thing is eating me. I can't seem to go a day without having sex with a guy. I think I am crazy, I am going nuts." Me: "It's all in your head. What you need is a long rest, and you need to forgive yourself." "You must have forgotten that you were manhandled, and to hide that situation, your brain created a defense mechanism where you see your offender as a saint and doing you a favor, and now you share his wealth when actually you are still his pet and sex slave." Chima: "😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 How do I free myself?" Me: "Stop having sex. All the sex you are having is trying to fill a void that cannot be filled with sex but with forgiveness." "And who do you need to forgive? Just one person: yourself." He hugged me and cried in my arms inside the car. At La Casa Blanca Hotel Customer: "Good evening, sir." Philip: "Good evening." Customer: "As business don open, can I get those specials wey we dey get before?" Philip: "No, sir. Just drink, have fun. If you see who you like, ask them out. If they agree, okay. If not, find until you see. But for special boys kept, nah, we don't do that here." Customer: "But how will you make money?" Philip: "Buy food and drinks." Customer: "Shebi you know say your oga don open new joint, na there we dey go." Philip: "Bye bye." Customer: "Ah ah, it's like you don't want to make money." Philip: "I am making money that will not bring headache and curses to me." Azaman: "Manager, we need more drinks." Philip: "So the drinks will not last the night??" Azaman: "No, sir." Customer: "See baby boy, come make I suck small breasts na." He puts his mouth on Azaman's chest. Azaman slapped him. Azaman: "Be like say you dey mumu. You no see say I be chief waiter now." Customer: "Ah ah, so you don't serve your body again?" Azaman: "No, sir, I have closed that book since." Customer: "What's happening in this hotel? This is not the place we used to come to before." He runs away. Philip: "😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂" Vic: "Who dey pursue that one?" Azaman: "No mind idiot. He come dey suck my breasts." Vic: "Ah ah, na mumu be that ooo. He know no say levels don change." Philip: "My chief cashier." Vic: "You called me?" Philip: "Azaman needs more drinks." Vic: "Oya, call your boys to come and balance their books before I release money." Philip: "Ahh, my cashier." Azaman: "Just buy more drinks. It's already weekend. By Monday, when we have low customers, we balance the books." Vic: "You sure???" Azaman: "Why you come dey do like all those people wey dey cover book for exam hall?" Vic: "Na Afam go shout for my head. I no need am. If not for him, I for remember say I get ND for accounting?? I must make him proud, make he promote me go the main office. And he asked to continue HND, he will pay." Azaman: "As I dey now, I fit even go write WAEC again self." Philip: "😂😂😂😂😂 Ah ah, try na." Azaman: "School don tired me abeg, make my boys them go." Philip touched his dick and stroked it. Philip: "So, this thing produced those boys?" Azaman: "See your head, manager! I go break am ooo! 😂😂 Me and you don stop ashawo." Philip: "We fit dey do each other na. 😂😂😂😂😂" Oke went to the house he was alone no gate men no one he couldn't sleep in the house he called Afam Ring ring Me: hello Oke: I can't sleep Me: should I come and pick you up Oke: is that the solution?? Me: yes ooo Oke: come and sleep here with me Me: no way that's okay is a big house in a big man area I like here were neighbors are everywhere. Oke: hmmm ok I am coming Me: I will be outside waiting for you In 34mins he arrived It was almost 11pm Oke: so you are here good evening sir Engr van: it's a good thing you came here let's go inside He hugged me. As soon as we entered inside I grabbed him and carried him We where happy to have each other. The next day Chima called me crying that oke was dead Chima: ah ah ah 😭😭😭😭😭 I Me: what are you saying Chima: the house he is staying in is burnt to ashes I am there now. Me: jeez thank God he slept here with me he is right here I woke him up talk to Chima Oke: hello Chima: ahhhh ahhhhh God is good I will give my life to Christ Oke: what's happening?? Chima: the house you stay in is burnt to ashes I am there now. By Whiteman Michael Morals: Please don't force yourself to stay alone Human beings were made to stay in pairs and groups and not alone. Those who stay alone for too long develop some attitudes that are not human-like. Listen to your inner self, don't doubt your guts. Please 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 know when the burden is too much for you. Even if they are your blood relatives, share work evenly for all to carry, especially when you have people who can work and feed themselves. Reduce your burden; stop carrying too much. Please 🙏🙏🙏 stop punishing yourself with too much sex. Because someone touched you, and you haven't forgiven yourself since then. You start sleeping with so many people just to get something that you never get: a satisfaction that never comes. Stop it. Don't be quick to live the lives of adults; there are still so many things to learn from the old ones. It's not easy to stop old habits, especially sexual habits, even masturbating. But deep down inside yourself, you know the causes of these things. Too much porn makes you masturbate because your eyes have consumed something that your mind will like to act out. Too much porn makes you want to have sex because you have built a sexual tension in your blood. A forced sex can make you hate everyone or a particular set of people, thereby shutting yourself from the world. Because of your past life, you have refused to forgive yourself and move to the future. Forgiveness goes two ways: forgive your offender and yourself. Try to make life way easy and better for yourself. By Whiteman Michael

OurStory TB

6/11/2025, 5:09:54 PM

Survival 33 It's not a habit, it's survival. At the hospital Oke: Stop laughing. What's funny there? Me: 😂, 😂! How can you say it's not, when even you yourself are laughing? Oke: I said I can't imagine Chima taking it. Like, how would his face look? I mean, he's fine now I'm totally surprised he's into this, like full-time. Omo, it's all just so... I don't know... funny. Me: 😂😂😂, 🤣🤣🤣! I wonder how he would like such a thing. Oke: Maybe he's carrying out a revenge attack. Me: Revenge attack? On who? Oke: Common, you know what I mean. Me: If everyone starts attacking all the people that wronged them, how many of us will remain? Oke: I know, right? Nurse: Excuse me, who among you is Okoye? Oke: Both of us. Nurse: I guess your mother wants to see you. We both ran to her. At the Santos Mansion Barrister Santos: Uhm, welcome to my place. What would you like to have? Engr Van: Why are you acting funny? This isn't my first time in your house. Barrister Santos: Sorry, I'm nervous. Engr Van: Why? Barrister Santos: You're cute. Engr Van: We're both old men. Barrister Santos: I'm not old ooo, I'm barely 36. Engr Van: I'm almost 30. Barrister Santos: And you're identifying as an old man? Engr Van: 🤣🤣🤣🤣. Why did you invite me here? Barrister Santos: To talk. Engr Van: About Afam or about us? Feeling shy and embarrassed… Barrister Santos: Emm, I have whistlers. I'm older here. I don’t know why you keep making me look like a small girl. Engr Van: I thought you were top. Barrister Santos: Depends on the situation. Right now, you're making me wet. Engr Van: 😂😂😂😂😂, I didn’t even know men get wet. Barrister Santos: Keep quiet and make me stop feeling awkward. Engr Van walked up to him and held his waist, and the barrister blushed more, smiling as a young boy touched by the love of his life. He was swallowing a whole lot of saliva. At the Police Station Inspector Isa: Chief, you have a visitor. Uncle Ike: Yes? He came out. Uncle Ike: Who are you? And Philip, I thought you were not coming. Philip: I'm sick to my stomach. He spat on the floor. Madam Esther: So, you don't remember? Uncle Ike: No. Who are you? Madam Esther: I don't blame you. Usually, this is where people like you end up. Uncle Ike: Excuse me? Madam Esther: About twenty years ago, you and your friend requested food. I provided it in that uncompleted building, after which you fixed yourself in me. You demonic evil being. Uncle Ike: 😲😲😲 Was that you?? You were so young and... Why are you here?? And with him? Philip: You deliberately got me on the streets to serve you right out. You will get all you want. Uncle Ike: What's all this nonsense? Madam Esther was crying. Madam Esther: The nonsense is that the fruit of that evil deed you did some years back is this boy you turned into a money-making machine. Uncle Ike: What?? Philip: Just so you know, my real father is dead as you killed him and I will be testifying against you in court so that you know. Uncle Ike: Listen to me, boy. Your life can still change. You’ll have control of my wealth and empire. Philip: Mumu! Something that belongs to Afam. And it will be taken away from you. You don’t know that you have missed your road. Uncle Ike: Listen, you two bail me out of here and I will give you both 50 million each in cash. Philip: Does the police know that you don't own that place, let alone able to cough out such amounts? Because if you had them, why can’t your family come to help you? Where is your other son now the one that was commanding everyone at work before the shutdown? Uncle Ike: I will come out of here one day or the other, and when I do, don’t come bothering me about inheritance or anything. Philip: I don’t want your blood money. Uncle Ike: Don’t forget your blood is part of the blood money. Philip: And you are proud of that, right? I’m sure you would have had two sons. Now you have none. Uncle Ike: What do you mean? Philip: I know Oke is not your son. You gave him up so easily. Plus your real son who we are hearing of his scores in Lagos. He is doing fine, spreading his father’s money everywhere. Useless people like you begat useless people like him. Uncle Ike: 😂😂😂😂😂 That means you are useless too! Philip: Chief, you will reap what you sow. You must. Madam Esther: Let's go. He is not worth our time. Uncle Ike: What did you come here for? Is it not because of wealth and money? Philip: I feel ashamed right now for everything I have ever done. Uncle Ike: It's in your blood. They left him. Inspector Isa: How many days now — your "do you know who I am" has not come ooo. How far? Uncle Ike: Get out. Inspector Isa: Omo, your crime rate is increasing. I helped that woman find that boy. She told me how she was manhandled, and now it’s you. I have good news and bad news. Uncle Ike: Bad news. Inspector Isa: The government has dropped the charges against that boy. They are looking for the murderer. The hotel and factory you said were not yours have been left off without charges. Uncle Ike: I said the bad news! Inspector Isa: You can go for now, but we will come back for the rape charge and other charges brought against you in recent findings. Uncle Ike: Unchain me! Inspector Isa: Get a good lawyer. It’s like the old one ran away. At the hospital Oke: Mum, please… Aunty Amaka: I need you both to go home and get the money in my room. Take it to your house and keep it there. Your uncle will take it. Me: You're still here. No one is taking anything and he is still arrested. Aunty Amaka: Go now, please. And this is the PIN to all my bank accounts. Oke: Okay, mum. Chill. You're scaring me. Aunty Amaka: If you don't go now, I won't be able to eat again. Me: Let’s go. Let’s do what she says. And we ran out of the hospital. As we were walking to the bus stand, we got a call. Barrister Santos: Hey boy, I got good news and bad news. Me: Tell me the bad news. Barrister Santos: They have released your uncle. He is going home. Me: OMG 😳 So what's the good news in all of this? Barrister Santos: The wealth and properties are now all yours. Because he denied them before, he can’t claim ownership anymore. Me: How is that good news? He is supposed to go to jail. Barrister Santos: Yeah, yeah, I know. But now you can fight him squarely without fear. And guess what you're moving into your house. And that hotel is now yours. I’ll be needing you to come with me tomorrow to visit the places. Me: I have to ask Engr Van. Barrister Santos: He said yes already. Engr Van: Mumu, don’t give yourself away. Me: Ohh 😯 You guys are together? 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 Nasty uncles. I’ll see you both tomorrow. Engr Van: Give me the phone. Where are you now? Me: On my way to my uncle’s place to get something for my aunty in the hospital. Barrister Santos: That’s a bad idea. I’ll call the police to go to the house and block him from entering. It's now officially your property. Me: Ehen, okay. Do that. So later, I’ll want details of what’s going on between you and Engr Van. Barrister Santos: 😂😂😂😂 Come, this young man, stop behaving like that. Do you hear me? Me: I am now the boss. And I will be needing details later simple. Barrister Santos: 😂😂😂😂😂 Van, is this how he talks at your place? Engr Van: He kissed me yesterday. I’ve been controlling myself. If not, he’d be banging me all day non-stop. Barrister Santos: That's not surprising. I know where it came from. Engr Van: Please call the police to protect the boy. Barrister Santos: Yes, I have. I mean, he is quite something else. Engr Van: When you call the police, I’d like to take a ride to Mexico. Barrister Santos: 😂😂😂😂😂😂 You are also crazy and naughty. At the house Oke: I have seen the cash she kept. It’s over four million. We need to pay this into the bank, right? Me: No, not yet please. Oke: Okay. The security man is not even at the gate. He has been fired. Knock knock. Oke: Someone is at the gate. Uncle Ike: Open this door! Oke: I'm sorry, I can't. This is no longer your house. The owner is inside. Let me call him and ask for his permission. Me: Good evening, uncle. Uncle Ike: Open the door. Let me get my things. Me: That's not possible. Uncle Ike: I'm warning you open this door before I bring the army to come break it down! Horn. A Hilux pulls over. Officer: Hey you, what do you want? This house is not under the name of Afam Okoye. You stated at the station that it’s not your house. Why are you here? Uncle Ike: I came to get my clothes, at least. And I have some cash that’s mine. Me: I’m sorry. Nothing here belongs to you anymore. Officer: Oga, leave this area now before we shoot you. Uncle Ike: I am the president of house owners in this area. I have a right to be here! Officer: Which house in particular? He kept quiet. He had already said the houses were not his they were for Afam. So why are you here? He noticed a small crowd gathering… This content is the intellectual property of OurStory TB and the author, Whiteman Micheal. Unauthorized use, reproduction, or distribution without proper credit to the author or the page is strictly prohibited. Permission must be obtained before any use. Uncle Ike: Ok, I will go. Emm Oke, get some clothes, my shoes, and my briefcase. Let me go to a hotel. Oke: You are with your phone, you have money in your accounts go to a hotel and stay. Enter a mall and buy new clothes. These ones here are all not yours. Uncle Ike: You ungrateful idiot. After all I did for you? Oke: By selling my ass to that golden devil, right? And talking all this nonsense you have no shame. Officers, send him out of this estate. (He was pushed out of the estate gate.) Officer: Hey, move. Move. Go out now. You said you didn't own anything—how come you became president of house owners? Officer 2: 😂😂😂 E fit be spiritual houses. Officer: 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 (He walked to a POS shop and withdrew ₦100,000. Officer: Omo, you still get money ooo! Uncle Ike: Help me at least get my clothes from the house. I will give you ₦300,000 each. (Knock knock) Oke: Yes? Officer: You fit no let him enter, but give him his clothes. Let him not be naked. Oke: We are doing that now. Officer: Ok, good. So, make we wait. Oke: Yes. Me: Just pack it all inside those big Ghana Must Go bags and send it to him. Oke: There’s a box here filled with dollars. Me: That’s yours from what you endured from that white man. Oke: Wait, you have not counted the money yet. You don’t know how much it is and you're giving it to me? Me: It’s yours. Oke: Ahh, I am grateful. Me: Hurry up, let’s go to the hospital to see your mum. Remember, getting buses is hard. Oke: You keep forgetting that you are rich. All the cars in this compound are now yours. Me: Wow 😲 that's true. You’ll have to teach me how to drive. Oke: Ok boss. See, another bag of cash! Me: Keep that one for me. I’ll use it to say thanks to the others after the whole court case. Oke: Ok. So, will you be going to Engr Van’s place, or are we moving back in here? Me: Use some of that money to rent a place for your mother or buy her a house. She can’t come back here. I will be staying with Engr Van he is my master and I am his houseboy till I graduate. This place will be locked. I will visit occasionally. Oke: It’s like you planned this all. (We took three bags of clothes and shoes to the gate.) Officer: Yo! Wa very good. Uncle Ike: Where are the bags with money? Oke: I have been gifted that one as compensation for the horrors I passed through. Uncle Ike: Ungrateful beings. Me: I noticed you didn’t say anything to me. You will not last long outside there, I promise you. Not after what my mother went through hell and torment of fire. Or my father, who died mysteriously. They will all visit you. (As I spoke, I cried and fell. Oke helped me up. He said nothing as he carried his bags and walked away.) Me: Yes, walk away, you beast. Time is coming you will pay for everything. At the Santos Mansion (Santos kissed Van’s face, chin, and body, up to his chest.) Barrister Santos: Why are you not responding? Engr Van: What do you want? Barrister Santos: I can’t believe you’re asking me this. Engr Van: I’ve hardly had a romance in years and I just met you. I just want to know what do you want? Barrister Santos: Wait you think I go around having anyone I want? I’ve been celibate since my last baby was born. I was uncomfortable or afraid until I met my boyfriend, whose son I now fight for. We weren’t really deep into each other because he was still very married and committed. Engr Van: Santos, what do you want? (He looked at him.) Barrister Santos: If you are single, I would like to mingle. Engr Van: I don’t want to have sex outside a relationship. If I must do it with you now, it means we are officially dating. I just want one person for me. Barrister Santos: Is that all? Then yeah, I’m in. You’re the one who is kissing brothers. Engr Van: 😂😂😂😂😂 Trust me, when you get comfortable in my place, he will kiss you too. Barrister Santos: I want to be banged real hard right now. Engr Van: The worst part is that the last time I had sex, I bottomed. Barrister Santos: 😂😂😂😂😂 You’re a grown-ass man now. You could be a man. Shebi you want to have kids, right? Use me to practice. Engr Van: 😂😂😂😂😂😂 Shit man. Ok, stand up and get your hands on your knees. Barrister Santos: That’s serious punishment. But I want it. At the House Me: He couldn’t even beg. Oke: He has another house somewhere, and he has more money stashed somewhere. Me: He must pay for all the evil he has done. Oke: He will just go there and recharge. Me: We will see. Oke: Why do you still want to stay with Engr Van? Me: He is my father and guardian now. Oke: Ok. Me: Let’s get back to the hospital to see your mum. Oke: Yes, let’s do so. The police will stay here. At a Hotel Manager: Welcome, sir. Uncle Ike: Take these bags to my apartment. Mr. John: Good morning. Uncle Ike: Good morning, customer. I hope they have served you well. Mr. John: Yes, sir. (The manager went and returned. Uncle was in the lounge observing what’s happening.) Mr. John: Excuse me, manager, do you know that man is a wanted criminal and you allowed him to stay in this hotel? This is a new hotel in this area. People like him can make this place become trouble. Manager: Hmmm. How did you know him? Mr. John: I used to visit his last establishment. Manager: He didn’t own that one. He owns this one. He built this one from scratch. (Mr. John closed his mouth and walked a distance.) At the Hospital Aunty Amaka: So the police sent him away? Oke: Yes, mama. Aunty Amaka: Chai. Oke: Afam got us a new place for you and me. Aunty Amaka: Afam, my son, I am grateful. But I have one thing to ask from both of you. Oke: Mum, stop it. I know your question. Aunty Amaka: Please, he is your brother. Me: What do you want? Aunty Amaka: I have lost one child and I don’t want to lose another. Male Nurse: Good day, ma. Please, it’s time for your drugs. Another nurse will attend to you this evening I will be off. Aunty Amaka: Ok, my son. (Oke and I looked at the young man. He was quite handsome and good for his profession.) Oke: Mum, what do you want us to do? Aunty Amaka: If both of you talk to him, he would agree to change his ways and join you guys. Oke: Ahh, mum, you speak like he is not your son. When he makes up his mind, he has made it up and no one changes it. Aunty Amaka: Please, try for me. I have two left I can’t survive this anymore. (She tries to kneel down and we stopped her.) Me: Please don’t do that, I beg you. Please, do you have his address? Aunty Amaka: He said it’s in the Island. Penthouse. Me: Ok, any one in particular? Aunty Amaka: He sent it to me. Oke: Why did he send his address to you? Aunty Amaka: He didn’t want me to stay with your father anymore. Oke: Hmm, finally something we both agree on. Me: Let’s go there. Oke: What? What do you mean you mean right now? Me: Yes, I mean right now. Oke: I’m just not ready to face him right now. Let’s leave it for later. Aunty Amaka: No, please, the both of you should go there right now. Please, go there right now. At least, if he sees both of you, something might change his mind. Oke: My God, Mom, why are you putting me through this? Aunty Amaka: My son, please do not be angry. I beg of you. Please, just do this for me. Oke: Okay. Let’s go. Aunty Amaka: Do you have transport to go there? Oke: Mom, we have cars now. We are driving ourselves to that place. (She gave each of us a long hug before we left.) At the New Hotel Manager: Sir, you have a call. Uncle Ike: Yes, hello? Vice President: I am expecting you to apologise. Uncle Ike: If you were in my shoes, you would have done the same thing. Vice President: Ok, I am sorry. Uncle Ike: Ok. Vice President: I heard you have a new place for only exclusive people? Uncle Ike: Yes, but you are not qualified to have access. Vice President: Ah ah, Oga, cool down. I have apologised now na. Uncle Ike: What do you want? Vice President: I did most of the work for your release ooo. I need me some specials 2 or 3 delivered, exclusive and expendables. Uncle Ike: I don’t offer expendables positions anymore. Vice President: Ah ah! Why? Is it because of this small issue? Ah ah, it’s a small issue. Uncle Ike: I don’t do that again. Vice President: Come, do it do it fast or you will go back in there. Uncle Ike: If you need expendables, give your police orders and they can get it for you. Why use ordinary people like me? Vice President: It’s ok, I will give you time. I can see that prison really messed you up. Uncle Ike: Goodbye. Manager: Sir, what’s new? Uncle Ike: Nothing. We will run as usual and more quietly this time. Manager: Yes, sir. Uncle Ike: Ehh, manager, please find what hospital my wife is in. Manager: Ok, sir. At the Penthouse Oke: We are looking for Chima a fair, rich guy. Receptionist: I will call the steward assigned to him… he will be here in a bit. Moses: Welcome. Follow me. This content is the intellectual property of OurStory TB and the author, Whiteman Micheal. Unauthorized use, reproduction, or distribution without proper credit to the author or the page is strictly prohibited. Permission must be obtained before any use. Oke: Ok? Moses: So, I hope you both are shaved clean, and you must have a bath before you enter his room. Me: Eh, excuse me please.. Moses: Please don't interrupt me. Get these instructions first. Oke: Haha, ok, I like this. Moses: There are new shaving sticks in the bathroom. Clean up and clean out. And no screaming if you don't like it, you leave now. Me: We are not here for his… Moses: Please, I hear that a lot. I am his personal steward, so I prepare the guys. Me: Hmm... when do we get to see him? Moses: Both of you look like brothers. Ha, this world two brothers serving the same customer at once. Oke: Just take us to him. Moses: Wait here. Knock knock. Moses (to door): Sir, should I send these ones in? Chima: There are more outside? Moses: Yes, sir. Just two. Chima: Bring them in. As we entered, we saw Chima. For me, it was the first time seeing him. He was stark naked. He was no different from me—his body and mine looked alike; only our faces were different. I saw sweat dripping from his chiseled, muscled back. The room smelled of pap, but we knew what was really smelling in it. He was mounted on another guy, whose hands were straight on the floor, touching his legs, as Chima pounded his behind. Chima turned and saw us. He was shocked and surprised, but didn’t stop pounding. Moving back and forth. Then, after a few moves, he asked the other to stand up, and he did. His body was as beautiful as he looked. His machine was shaped like a curve, moving to the side. And as Chima moved in and out, the boy shot his seeds out of his body—even without being touched. Chima gripped him tightly—this made us know he was going to climax soon. And he did. Though he was inside, he was wearing a rubber. As he did his deed, the receiver felt him done. He turned and they kissed. But we could see that the receiver cried. It was his first time—perhaps when he saw us, because we had been behind them all this time, he felt ashamed and covered his boner. Not until I recognized him as the male nurse from the hospital this morning. Me: Hi. He didn’t reply. He rushed with his clothes into the bathroom. Chima didn’t even take note of us. He didn’t cover up. He walked the room stark naked with his boner pointing upwards and still standing. He removed the used rubber with his spill contained in it. The room was hot despite the air conditioner being on high. As he sat on the bed, he lit a cigar and blew the air at me. Chima: So finally, you got rich and took it all from him. You are the best amongst us. Oke: Put some clothes on. Chima: I wasn’t even expecting you to say that. I mean, you’ve had this experience before. But Afam here is comfortable seeing me like this. He looked at our trousers to see if any of us had boners. The nurse guy came out, all dressed up, still shy to look at us. Chima picked his phone and made a transfer. Male Nurse: Excuse me, we bargained 50k, and you sent me 1M? Chima: You didn’t tell me you were a virgin. And you didn’t tell me you were hot and sweet. And this was your first time. See, I am still getting hard just looking at you. Take the cash—you deserve it. I will call you soon. Take care of Mum. Oke: I thought as much. I know I knew you from somewhere. Male Nurse: I’m sorry. I won’t be back. This is not my thing. I just needed money for something urgent. Chima: Your name is Daniel—I saw it from your account. I will call you this weekend and we will make love again. And I will pay you the same amount. I am your first—let's keep it so. He stood up, walked up to the guy, who was still very shy. Tears came out his eyes. Chima licked the tears and kissed him. Gave him a warm hug and assured him he would be fine. He waved at us and left. Oke: I didn’t know you could give hugs and make a guy calm like that. Chima: I didn’t know a lot of things about myself either. Why are you guys here? To torment me? See, I knew the fool was going down soon, so I saw an opportunity and I took it. Oke: What opportunity? Chima: Hahaha... the one you refused those years back. He calls you his red cherry, right? He poured some drink into a glass as he walked around his room. Oke: Put some clothes on. Chima: Why are you serious about that? Am I turning you on? He winked and smiled at Oke and started jerking himself up slowly. I smiled. Chima: Afam, you wanna join me? Me: Yes, sure. This shocked them both. I stood up, took off my clothes and boxers. When Chima saw me fully naked, he almost ran away. I went to him and held him. Me: You wanted to see me naked. At least we are both seeing ourselves naked for the first time—enemies. Chima: I am not your enemy. My father is. And I heard he is out, so you better be careful. Me: Of him or you? Chima: I am not your ene— Before he finished talking, I grabbed his junk and started jerking slowly. Chima: I didn’t know you are bad like me... It's alright. Stop, I will wear some clothes. Wear yours. I didn’t stop. I kissed his nips. He pushed me away and stood up. I wore my clothes. He rushed to wear his. He was so angry and started trying to clean my mouth off his chest. Chima: I am sorry I pushed you. Oke: I thought you were strong. You were showing us preek, and they show you preek, you dey fear? Chima: Afam, I hope I didn’t hurt you. Me: You did. Chima: I am sorry. Me: Apology not accepted. Since you like bending someone, I’ll bend you. Chima: Haha, that’s a joke. Oke: Chima, Mum said we should reconcile with you so that you will stop these acts and go back to being the great boy you were. Chima: Was I? Oke: What? Chima: A great boy? Oke: Come on, you have always been a good boy. Chima: And you abandoned me in that house. You left me for him. You loved him more than me. And you let him use me. Oke: I won’t lie, but part of that is your fault. Me: No, don’t go there. Oke: No, leave me alone. I will tell him the truth. You were selfish and wicked. Did Afam do anything to you? But you were wicked to him. Chima: Well, yes, I was. That’s because you spent time with him way more than you spent with me. If you had always been around me, I could have learned to love him too. Me: Both of you, it’s ok. We are all good. Let’s go see your mum and tell her we are all settled. Chima: And what’s next? Me: What do you mean? Chima: Do I have to go and open shop and sell clothes like you to feed? Or go live with a lecturer and be their houseboy? I can’t do all that. I am not cut for that life. Oke: You don’t have to. I will take care of you and Mama from now henceforth. Chima: Where will we live? Oke: I got that sorted out already. Chima: What about you, Afam? Will you start hating me for all the things I did to you? Me: There is no gain in hating someone. Chima: But it’s going to be hard for me. I can’t just stop this. At least I am getting a good deal of money from him each month. I can stop flirting around, but I won’t stop sleeping with him when he calls. Oke: Have you ever in your life thought about where his money is coming from? What business is he into? Why are his wants different? See, you can do it with that nurse guy as long as you want. But with that thing that calls himself Gold Bro—you are my blood. I no go lie for you. Do the right thing. Chima: There is no right thing. There is just survival. Oke: Chima, please understand. If you won’t do it for anyone else, do it for your mum. Please. Chima: Leave me alone. He walked up to me. Chima: Seeing you naked scared me because your body was just like mine. I didn’t know if I should allow myself get hard or reject you. My mind was running with plenty confusion—that’s why I pushed you away. God has blessed you abundantly and given you all the things that are yours. I was not nice to you at all. I am sorry. Me: It’s all good. We hugged, and I kissed his cheek. Chima: Guy, why are you behaving weird like me? This is not your thing. Me: If you say so. But to add—I will look after you. And I will spoil you with cash if you stop all these and just be Chima again. Chima: Haha, which one? The hateful one or the naked one you kissed? Me: The one that is going to be a combination of old and new. Chima: Let’s go to the hospital. Me: The nurse guy is a gentle guy. Chima: And sweet too. Omo, he is going to be mine—like for me alone. Me: Ok. I hope he is the only one for you. Chima: I can have as many mine as I want. Oke: Shit. No no no, Chima, stop. Don’t let Mum hear that from you. In fact, pretend! Chima: Ok ooo. At the Hotel Manager: Oga, it’s all done. Uncle Ike: Thanks. At least the number of those who will testify against me are reducing. On the Road to the Hospital Ring ring… Chima: Hello sugar. I didn’t think you’d be calling me so soon. What’s up? Wanna spend the night with me? Male Nurse: I’m sorry. We lost your mum. Chima: What!? By Whiteman Michael Morals: Don’t be in a hurry to reconcile with your enemies, but don’t keep the burden hidden in you for too long. If you must do it, don’t blame anyone or any situation—you went there yourself, so you did it all by yourself. If your enemies are free and roaming, don’t feel relaxed. Guard yourself up. Sometimes, what fears some people the most is the people they presumed innocent doing the bad things they do. 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Survival 29 Out of Jail I woke up. Everywhere was still dark. I thought it was already morning, but it seemed like it was still late in the night. Then I looked outside the cell, across the hall to the reception area of the police station, to see if I could get a look at the time. I did, and it was just past 12:00 a.m. It seemed like time did not want to run, and sleep had already left my eyes. I was left there, dying. I did not know what to do. I tried again to sleep, but sleep was running away. I felt tired. Trying to use my hands to cover all the parts of my body, but there was nothing left to be covered. Even what I was wearing was not even clothing—it was already torn. I tried my possible best not to cry, but I could not hold back the tears as they came out on their own. I felt bad. Everything was falling on me. I got angry. I did not know where to pass the anger to. Was it my parents? Was it my uncle? Whose fault was it that I am here right now? It was not too long ago I had my first time, Charles. I started asking myself if I had committed a great sin. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that. Maybe that is why I got arrested. A whole lot of things were running through my head as I lay down, changing from the same position, lying on the bare floor. I held myself together. That daybreak, it came so fast. I’ve never wanted the day to break so fast—even on a cold night. Most people want the night to last longer so they will sleep more. But I was in pain. They had really beat me up. I did not know what to do. I started thinking, What if I die as a prisoner after all this? I needed to get out of this place. I stood up and knelt down. Me: Father, I thank you for everything you have done for me. Please, I don’t know what particular sin I have committed to deserve this, but I beg you to remove it from me. I cannot go through this. This whole issue has been put on my head. Take it away. Please, please Lord, I don’t want to die in this cell. I have not yet fulfilled what I am supposed to do. My mother did not die for me to come and die in this place. My father did not die for me to come and die in this place. Please, use your power. I believe in you. By saying those prayers, sleep came. I felt a warm wind blow on top of me, even in the cold environment. At Engineer Van’s House They were both inside the room, locked in embrace. Oke: I really don’t know how we are going to go about this, but he must not sleep there one more night. Engineer Van: Oh Lord, he will not be sleeping there for another night. I’ll assure you of that. Oke: My father can be so wicked. See how he pushed everything to his head. Engineer Van: I can assure you that nothing done under the sun stays hidden forever. One day, the truth must always show itself. Oke: What can we do that can help the process? Engineer Van: You and I know that this is a country where there are so many procedures. Let’s leave everything in God’s hands, but we still have to draw our paths. Oke: His friends gathered and they have an idea on how to help. Engineer Van: What is this idea? Oke: Very soon, you will find out. I am not to spill for them—they will spill it themselves. Engineer Van: This night is very cool, different. If it’s not raining, I wonder how he will be feeling inside that cell. But we’ll go there first thing tomorrow morning. Oke: We will go together. I need to see him. Engineer Van: Do you know the reason why we did not go there the first time? Why I did not take you there? Because I know how you react. I don’t need the police arresting both of you. Let us find a way to get at least one of you out of that place. Oke: I promise I’ll behave. At Uncle Ike’s House Aunty Amaka: Where did you keep my son?! Tell me, where did you keep my son?! One ran away—I have not seen him. The second one is nowhere to be found. I will not take this from you! Uncle Ike: My friend, will you shut up and go and sit down?! Stop talking nonsense. Aunty Amaka: Don’t play with me! I will not take this from you! Where is he?! Knock knock. Uncle Ike: That must be someone. Go and check who’s at the door. Aunty Amaka: Good evening. Please, who are you looking for? Nurse: My name is Nurse Abigail. I work at Victoria’s Hospitals. I have a letter from one of our patients. She gives her the letter and leaves. Aunty Amaka: A letter addressed to me? Who writes letters in this modern time? She opens the envelope and starts reading. Dear Mother, How are you doing? I'm very sorry that I had to write a letter like this to you. I have given it to the kind nurse who is going to present it to you. This letter is only to be presented to you if the operation is not successful. I’m sorry. I got pregnant and I wanted to do an abortion. I was not sure about it. I should have spoken to somebody. But I have faith it is going to go through and they are not going to read the letter. But if you are reading this letter, it means I did not make it out of the operation. I’m very sorry. Please take care of everyone and ask them to forgive me. After reading the letter, she fell down on the floor and fainted. He rushed his wife to the nearest hospital, trying to resuscitate her. At the Police Station Inspector Issa: Good morning, madam. It’s nice to see you once again. We are very sorry that we have been busy. Madam Esther: I know you have been busy. The news is everywhere—you guys caught the young man. But you and I know that young man is innocent. Inspector Issa: Madam, nobody is innocent until proven innocent. As far as we are concerned, he is the suspect we have in custody. Madam Esther: The only reason why I always come here to meet you is because I know that you are a different police officer from other officers—you have sense. Because if you say you don’t have sense right now, it will be understandable. How can somebody who is the houseboy—who has never owned a car, who doesn’t even drive—be involved in trafficking young men? How much is he gaining from it? Carry the boys on his head? Or did he put them in his pockets? Because I don’t see any part of the logic in all of this! Inspector Issa: You are right, my darling. You are all right. But let the police do their job. We are still trying to help find your missing son, and we are going to do that right now—since we have time now and we have caught the criminal. Madam Esther: These are the pictures once again. Please do the needful. Inspector Issa: All right. Noted. I will call you if anything comes up. Madam Esther: I heard that there are also new cases. Inspector Issa: Hmm… Where did you get that information from? It’s like you have to come and join us to become a detective here. Yes, there are new cases. It's like the whole city wants to kill boys. Madam Esther: How many boys now? Inspector Issa: With these new cases, four boys. But this person is a new person. All his victims are mostly raped, but he doesn’t kill them. Just dumps them somewhere like piles of shit. Madam Esther: So this one, his own is to rape them, pay them, and throw them away? Inspector Issa: Yes, and the problem is, when we finally see the boys, none of them is able to locate the hotel. Or maybe they don’t want to locate it—because they got paid. And he’s not paying them via transfer. He is paying them cash, so there is no way we can trace him. Madam Esther: Since he’s not killing the boys, then that’s not a problem—and the boys are not complaining. Inspector Issa: Even some police officers are trying to locate him so he will pay them too! Madam Esther: Aha! Now that is very funny. Goodbye, and see you later. Inspector Issa: Please send in the next people. Barrister Santos: Good morning, Inspector. Is the DPO here? Inspector Issa: Good morning. Barrister, he is not yet here. And if he’s the one you want to see, you have to wait for him outside the police station. Barrister Santos: I don’t know who made you angry, but I am sorry. I cannot help you. I’m here to ask after my client, and we brought breakfast for him. Inspector Issa: I know your father is a judge, right? And you people are of the high places. Now you want to come and defend this young man so that he will not suffer for his crimes. Barrister Santos: I think your DPO needs to brief you on issues we already discussed with him. And I’m sorry if my family has offended you in any way, but then, don’t let us start this morning like this. Then Engineer Van enters. Engineer Van: Good morning. Inspector Issa: Good morning, the most intelligent man! Engineer Van: Hmm… please, can we see him? Inspector Issa: Yes, you can—only for a limited time. Barrister Santos: Not true. He is my client. I can see him as long as I want. This content is the intellectual property of OurStory TB and the author, Whiteman Micheal. Unauthorized use, reproduction, or distribution without proper credit to the author or the page is strictly prohibited. Permission must be obtained before any use. Inspector Issa: Mychew. Engineer Van: Did the news not report two more boys beaten and raped and dropped in dustbins? And he is here. So I hope you know you're set to fail for following this route. They left him, thinking. Sergeant: Sir, you know what they said made sense. There is no way the two cases are different. I believe it's the same person or persons doing all of these things. Inspector Issa: That's a possibility. Engr. Van enters the office back. Engr. Van: Sorry, I forgot my keys on your table. Inspector Issa: I am sorry about how I spoke earlier. Engr. Van: I'm guessing the apology is meant for the barrister? Inspector Issa: Okay. He moves his desk file and Engineer Van sees the picture Madam Esther dropped. Engr. Van: What? Is that small child a criminal too? Inspector Issa: Oh no. He is missing. Actually, he should be twenty years now. But Engineer Van was still staring. Inspector Issa: Do you know who that is? Engr. Van: I think so. Inspector Issa: Please tell us. It will be of great relief. Engr. Van: Mychew. Tell you what—when my boy is in your cell until he is out. Sergeant: Eh! Holding information from the police is a great crime. Engr. Van: Eh? Okay na. Inspector Issa: You know this case is not in our hands. Engr. Van: Whoever is on that picture is not in my hands either. Let's all focus on what's in our hands. And he left. Sergeant: Ahh, sir, we can detain him. Inspector Issa: No. He has done nothing wrong. Besides, his houseboy is already here. You want to arrest him again? Sergeant: His thought towards that pic can save this whole situation. At the Hospital They tried to resuscitate her. Aunty Amaka: Noooo! Nooooo! Not my daughter! Ikechukwu, you have killed me. You have killed me! Ahhh! She starts crying. He stood in one place with his hands folded around his chest, settled on his fat stomach, and they took them to the mortuary, where they had deposited their daughter and the foetus she removed. She had died from bleeding. At the Penthouse on the Island Mario: Welcome back, sir. I have finished cleaning up the place. Are you going to have another guest this evening? Chima: We are very loyal, Mario. How old are you? Mario: I am 24 years old, sir. Chima: Did you go to the university? Do you have information? Mario: No, sir. I don't have any invested education, but I have my WAEC. And from the money you are paying me for this job, I am saving up to go to the university. Chima: Why are you not afraid? What if the police come and ask questions? Mario: You have not done anything wrong. First of all, they followed you here knowing fully well what they were going to do with you. Secondly, you do what they knew they were going to do. And also, you pay them very well. So I don't think any of them would want to go to the police either, because they got paid. Chima: That's a good idea. And that is nice—you want to make money. How much have you saved from all the money that I have been spending on you? Mario: 5 million now, sir. Chima: If I remember correctly, 5 million is the total amount I have given to you. Are you not paying for house rent? Are you not buying things? Mario: I am trying to survive on my present salary because I knew this won't last. I will make money. One day we travel out of this country, we will leave others here. So everything that I have got for you, I will start using it when I am ready. But for now, I wish to make as much as possible. Chima: There's 2 million cash under the table. And check under the bed. If I excuse someone right, dancing with those guys... Pick all of them, whatever you have, and then ask another waiter to come and serve me. You are dismissed. I don't want you to work in this hotel anymore. Mario: Let me serve you at least one more week. Please don't sack me now. Have I done something wrong? Chima: The issue is that you did not do anything wrong. But the reason why I'm dismissing you is because I'm beginning to like you—and I don't want you in this process. Or would you like to go through this process? Mario: So I am not going to die. I will never consent to something like this... Unless the money is good. If you pay me good money, you can do it to me. I will take the beating, and I will sit on the cock—but don't drug me and throw me away. Pay me a million added to this, and I will leave. Chima: Hahaha! A straight willing to sit on cock for 1 million? Mario: I started working here 7 years ago. In all that time, this is the first time I have 100k in my account, not to talk more of millions. Chima: Oh, I see. Come to bed now. Let me have you as you wanted. Mario: It's my first time, sir. Please use lube. Chima: Your wish is my command. At the Cell Visit Room Me: Good morning. Barrister Santos: OMG. They let you sleep with half a boxers? What type of thing is this? Engr. Van: Make sure he eats. I will go and buy him new boxers now. Barrister Santos: My father says, before today post comes to an end, a letter will come from the office of the Chief Judge of the state to release you immediately. As I eat, I look at him and I wonder. Me: Father? Chief Judge? Barrister Santos: Yes. My dad is a retired judge, so he has friends. Me: Why am I seeing you now? Why have you not looked for me since I entered Lagos? Barrister Santos: I was scared. I was ashamed. And I felt bad. I did not know what to say to you. I just left you in the hands of that monster. And I'm sorry. Me: It's fine. Just make sure you get me out of this place. Please. I don't want to stay here. I don't want to go to jail. Barrister Santos: It is not even possible. There's going to be a court proceeding, and it is not going to be easy. There's a lot of evidence that is going to be used. I'm just waiting for the DPO. Engineer Van got back and brought me new clothes and boxers. But they said I could only use the boxers in the cell for the meantime. Engr. Van: The barrister has promised that you will be leaving before evening. And your brother did not call me asking to go and meet your friends, because they said they have things planned out. They’re going to fight with social media, and they’re going to do a whole lot of things for you. Barrister Santos: Wow. That’s a very big thing to do for a friend. I wish I had friends like that. I promise you, you will not be here today. The DPO then came to the office. DPO: Good morning, Barrister. Good morning, Engineer. You were talking to your client and making him promises that he would not be sleeping here today. I hope that comes through before I go home. I don’t think I want to spend the whole day at work today. Barrister Santos: I am in charge of the corporate section of that company—liaising with the community. I registered the company, and I also wrote down the essential laws and every bylaw. For the last 2–3 years since the company opened, it has been run by Chief Ikechukwu Okoye—not the young man you have. The young man is supposed to inherit it when he turns 25 years, as written in this will and in this agreement. It was written by the council and family members when the father of the young man died. He came to Lagos, like I told you before—you know the story. These are the evidence. If you don’t act on this evidence, I will send it to the press. I will have it sent everywhere in Nigeria that you just want to keep an innocent boy in jail. DPO: Give me 1 minute to make a phone call. Please wait for me outside. They left. DPO: Hello, good morning, sir. AIG: Good morning, DPO. What is the latest development? DPO: There is evidence that this young man was not involved. In fact, the name of the person involved is there. The lawyer that is in charge of the company has both all the documents of the company—right from the day the company was established. The company that owns the hotel and everything inside the hotel. Even the people running the company are all here, signed by one Chief Ikechukwu Okoye. They are demanding the release of the boy immediately. And they’ve sent copies to the Supreme Court in Abuja, so that everything is going to come down against us. What do we do right now? AIG: You cannot release him to them. Make preparations and transfer the young man to Abuja. Let his case go directly under the National Assembly or the National Police. Nobody will be able to bring any documents from anywhere to do anything. DPO: I'm very sorry, sir. They also threatened to go on social media and the press immediately that boy leaves here. And if the press leaks all that information, they will push the blame to my head. AIG: I am your commanding officer from Abuja, and I am telling you what to do. And you are talking back to me? DPO: I know you very well, sir. When this problem escalates, you will exonerate yourself and leave only us—the best standers—to suffer for it. This content is the intellectual property of OurStory TB and the author, Whiteman Micheal. Unauthorized use, reproduction, or distribution without proper credit to the author or the page is strictly prohibited. Permission must be obtained before any use. AIG: If I remember correctly, your son is one of the accused persons in this crime. If you don't release that boy, he will also be added to the list of people that will be brought to Abuja. DPO: Listen to me and listen very well, sir. With all due respect, if you add my son to your list of whatever, just know that I am going out now to arrest that Chief, and I will use my hand to bring him to book. Because whatever he's holding against you, I know you have been handling all of this. And if he's going to expose you, better stay away from me and my family. And he drops the call. DPO: Tell them to come in. Barrister Santos: Sir, you requested for us. DPO: Sign these release papers. But I have a condition. Barrister Santos: We are listening. DPO: I was just asked to bring the boy to Abuja so that you guys won’t have to release him. And I refused. But they threatened me that my son will be arrested. Barrister Santos: Is he among? DPO: He is linked. Barrister Santos: What’s your ask? DPO: You will defend my son. Barrister Santos: Okay then. I was released just like that. I was so pleased, I cried, and I went home with the barrister. At the hotel Chima: Did you enjoy it? Mario: Ah sir, nooo. My hole is still hurtful. But I have got me some millions. Chima: Haha haha. So seriously, what's next? Mario: I resign immediately, as you have said. Chima: I like you. I want you to be my one true boyfriend. Mario: Ah bros, I can’t. I can’t. I am the light of my family, and I have to be okay. Like, I have to make it, and I seriously don’t want to make it like this. Chima: But you just slept with me to get some money. Why won’t you do it again? Mario: I am sorry. I can’t. Chima: I can assure you that the moment you start university, you will come looking for me to get more money. Mario: The truth is that I already have a side hustle apart from this hotel work. I have a shop, I sell provisions. In fact, I feed my whole family from there, pay rent and all. Not adding this—my sisters and brothers are there. Chima: And what’s your plan for now with that money? Mario: I will open three more shops and put my siblings there. Three of them combined, I can get an education smoothly. Chima: You have plans. That’s good. But I will have you here tomorrow morning again. Mario: Ahh sir, please. I don’t—I can’t. Chima: If you don’t come, we will be enemies. Now ask them to send me Moses, the other guy. Mario: Sir, please don’t tell him I did this. Chima: I won’t tell anyone. Just come in the morning. Mario: Can you be done with it today so I don’t have to come here again? Chima: No, please. Tomorrow. At Engr. Van’s house Me: Where is Oke? Engr. Van: He is probably with your friends. Me: Shouldn’t we call them then, to inform them that I am home? Barrister Santos: I don’t think it’s a good idea. Engr. Van: You need to bath and rest. Please use my room. Me: Okay. Knock knock. Engr. Van: What can I help you with? Inspector Issa: I am sorry for the way I attended to you earlier. Barrister Santos: Please let him in. Engr. Van: There is no one for you to arrest here. Inspector Issa: I have actually come for the picture. Please help with any information about the boy in the picture. It’s actually a long story, like that of your boy. I came out Me: Oh, not again. Inspector Issa: Nooo, I have not come to arrest you. Me: Why are you here? Inspector Issa: Do you know this person? He handed the picture to me. I was shocked. Since I saw “missing,” but he was young and cute. Me: Do you want to arrest him too? Inspector Issa: We are more than just people who arrest people, you know. Me: What did he do? Inspector Issa: His mother is seriously looking for him. Me: What? His mother?? Barrister Santos: You know him? Me: Yes, that’s Philip. By Whiteman Michael What goes around comes around. Always know what you need. If you leave your wants to be limitless, you will never be satisfied. Know what you need at the moment. That's enough to boost you to your next ground or step. If you just take any route, you might find yourself taking no route. Have friends in high places—not the ones you fuck, or steal from, or make unending requests from— But the ones who can fight for you if need be. By Whiteman Michael Thanks so much help share and like and follow the page I have been sick all theses time please 🙏 pray for me.

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5/27/2025, 10:05:14 PM

Survival 30 Please, I don’t want to do it. Aunty Amaka: This is too painful. I cannot take it anymore. It is too much for me. Out of three, no one is even close to me. I have lost one. Uncle Ike: Your boys are still alive. Stop talking like somebody that has lost everything in the whole world. Aunty Amaka: Just so you know, immediately I'm discharged from this hospital, I am going back to my parents' house. I have nothing to do with you anymore. Uncle Ike: Mychew! There are more important issues to be attended to than the nonsense you're talking right now. We need to plan a funeral, set aside money for this girl. Aunty Amaka: Plan it. Do everything you think is necessary to be done. I don’t want to be involved. Uncle Ike: What do you mean you don’t want to be involved? Are you the breadwinner of the family? This type of thing is better suited for people like you to plan. Aunty Amaka: Stay there and be waiting for people like me to come and plan something for you. When I said we are done, I meant we are done. Until I have my two sons by myself, nothing that you are saying matters anymore. At the Police Station DPO: Yes, I did so. AIG: After everything I told you? What is wrong with you? Why do you think you people have power? You don’t know how your predecessors behaved? Now even your subordinate went over you. You reported to me—now you want to do that to me? Do you think the IG will listen to you? DPO: Doesn’t matter what the IG thinks. They brought a whole lot of documents that can implicate this police station. So if you want the case transferred to Abuja, it’s now in your hands. You can send your officers from Abuja to go and rearrest him and let the cases be brought to the police station in Abuja. I will not have my name soiled. AIG: If I do exactly as you have said, just consider your name already soiled. Because your son is going to come up in the news and newspapers. DPO: I’m not afraid of you. Right now, if at all you bring up his name anywhere, I have the best lawyers in the country. I may not be able to pay them, but they are willing to work for me. Get ready to face the courts. AIG: Are you threatening me? Remember that I am the one that put you in that office, Benson. And today you are threatening me? So much for somebody that you trust. DPO: That boy is innocent. Put the old man that is guilty away, and everybody is going to be happy. AIG: Everybody is not going to be happy because that old man is not just an old man. He has knowledge of almost everybody at the senior quarters that have visited that place—so many people, including your vice president. So you see, your case is not an easy one. DPO: If big men are involved as you have said, chasing this poor boy away will not solve the problem. Because more boys will come up in the future that you would need to chase away. How many of them will you keep chasing away when you can just send the one person that you are protecting away and everything becomes easy? AIG: So you think it is that easy? Don’t you know what the old man has been doing for us? Some of those men, including myself, need those young boys to survive—some for pleasure, some for other things. Do you think most of us are sitting in these big offices just like that? Nothing comes easy, DPO. Even you know it yourself. That boy you are protecting, your son—if he thinks he has an opportunity, he will not only sell you, he will chew you in order for him to take over. Everybody has their price. And in case you do not know, by tomorrow morning, if you don’t send that boy over here, somebody will be replacing you in that office. You will be forced to retire or serve under your subordinate. DPO: I have a good house, I have some little businesses that can put food on my table, finished school fees for all my children—they are all graduates. I don’t think I need the job anymore. So you can take it away like you have said he provided for me. AIG: You cannot eat your cake and have it. You can’t come up now to say he provided for you but will continue to provide for you. You have done a lot of bad things and blood is on your hands. You cannot escape justice—it will come for all of us, including myself. There is no need for you to start playing righteous games now. You have 24 hours, or else you lose your job. Goodbye, Benson. The DPO drops the phone. Without even thinking much, he brings out a box of expensive cigars from his drawer, uses the cutting clip to chop off the head and lights it up. He places his legs on his table and rests his back in the chair as he looks out of the window. DPO: After all, I had just four years more in this service. Let them pay me all my money—I will be glad. At Philip’s Place Milo: Hello guys, I heard that he has been released. Vic: Are you serious? Is that true, Philip? Philip: I don’t know. His brother is here. Oke: I have no idea what you guys are talking about. Milo: One of the policemen in that police station told me that he has been released and it is going to cost the DPO his job. Vic: Just give us the full gist. Let us understand. Milo: Well, they said that he has been released upon warning from Abuja that he should not be released—that he should rather be transferred to the capital. Oke: That is definitely not going to happen. Because if he goes to that capital city, that place—nothing is going to happen. Azaman: Na wa o! Which kind Abuja? If any case gets there, na presidency oo! Oke: So there’s a possibility that he’s at home now, but they are keeping it hush-hush. They don’t want anybody to know because the DPO is trying to protect himself—not to be the one to give him away. They probably will come to the house to arrest him. Vic: You know that we do not have a lot of time on our hands. Why don’t you go home, get him, and go hide somewhere that nobody knows? Azaman: That is making the situation worse because everybody would think he is the actual criminal. There’s no need to run. Since our hands are completely clean, all we need to do is produce evidence from our own side—which you have already started collecting. Vic: Let us all go to the house and meet him so that we can discuss some things. Oke: Okay, I think that is going to be better. At the penthouse Chima: Moses, how old are you? Moses: I am 22, sir. Chima: Do you have interest in guys? Moses: No, sir. I do not have any interest in men. Chima: What if I give you four million right now? Moses: Sir, that is tempting, but I will still not take it. Chima: Why will you not take the four million? What are you afraid of? Moses: I am a devoted Christian. I am young. I know that I am looking for money, but there are things that I cannot do to get that money. For example, if I sleep with you for that money—who knows what you have achieved? You cannot just sleep with somebody and give them four million just like that if you’re not gaining something out of it. Maybe you want to use my destiny, or the blood that will come out of my ass will serve as the virgin to your ink pen. I don’t know—something like that. But it is too good to be true. Even those who practice prostitution don’t get paid four million just for doing it. Chima: Wow. Everything you said is correct. Everything you said is the truth. Plus, some people do get paid more than that, especially when it is their first time and especially when it’s not their thing to do. Moses: It doesn’t really matter. Right now, I just don’t want to do it. Chima: But you understand that we bring men here, do things with them, and then like you to watch? Moses: Please, I don’t want to watch. Just let me do your laundry, get paid, and go home. I don’t need all those stress. It’s actually none of my business. I am only here to work. Chima: So I can’t get you to my bed with funds, and I cannot even pay you to watch? Moses: Why will somebody pay another person money to watch him having sex with another person? Chima: I want to see your face. I want to see your reaction. I want to know if it’s going to make you hard. Let me confirm that you are really not into this. Moses: Please, I need this job. I don’t want to fight you so that I don’t lose my job. Stop forcing me, please. I already have a girlfriend. Chima: Okay. I’m very sorry for bringing the topic up. I want you to go back to your manager and ask him to send somebody else that is more willing to do things. Moses: No, sir. Please, no. The other guy before me has resigned. I don’t know if it’s because of this thing you did to him or with him. They have warned me that if you are not satisfied with my work, they still have no choice but to force me to leave. I need this job. Help me get this job and keep this job. Don’t do this to me. Please, I have a family. This content is the intellectual property of OurStory TB and the author, Whiteman Micheal. Unauthorized use, reproduction, or distribution without proper credit to the author or the page is strictly prohibited. Permission must be obtained before any use. Chima: What do you mean you have a family? You just said you are 22 years old. Are you talking about your father's family or your personal family? Moses: When I was in SS3, I got my girlfriend and classmate pregnant. Our both parents sent us out of the house, and we rented a room. We are staying together. I was 18 years then. My baby is 4 years old; he will enter Primary One. I want him to enter Primary School fast. He is very intelligent. That is why I need this job. I don't have handwork. I move from job to job, please. Chima: You mean you have a 4-year-old son and a lady, and house rent and bills, and you just turned down an opportunity of 4 million Naira just because you are straight? You are saving your ass? Moses: Yes, please. I've not done it before and I do not want to try it. Chima: Do you know that living with that girl that you have not married—I'm sure you have not done anything traditional on her head or even the white wedding—do you know that together you’re living in sin? And you don't want to commit this because it is a sin, right? But you are committing another sin. Moses: Yes, you are right. I'm living in one sin, and I don't want to increase the number of sins on my head. This one is already enough. To carry the burden of feeding the house, paying fees, paying electrical bills, paying house rent is not easy. I mean, anyone would literally take your offer. Give me another thing to do for you, I will do it. But I don't want to do anything sexual. I'm afraid. Honestly, the last time I did something sexual, I got sent away from my house. I lost my family. Everybody hates me now. I'm a man of my own now. That is why I'm trying to be careful with anything that I am doing. I don't want to do anything sexual again for the meantime, until I put my son through school and make him become somebody. Chima: So you believe if you sleep with someone else, something bad may happen, just like it happened with your present wife or girlfriend? Moses: Yes, exactly. That is why I'm avoiding anything sexual right now. I don't even ask to be... I don't sleep with any other girl again apart from the mother of my son. I respect myself right now. Chima: You are just 22. Your life cannot be over. Besides, you were in SS3. Did you finish the WAEC exam, or was it during the WAEC exam all this problem of yours started? Moses: Sir, I think everything started after WAEC. Please, I don't want to... don't make me do it. I would rather that I did not know and you had me by force, than me actually offering myself. Right now I'm in a state of confusion in my life. I don't even know if I am going forward or if I am going backward. I just know that since this baby thing came up, I have closed all chapters of happiness in my life to focus on training this child. Maybe when he is done with school, I will be able to start thinking of other things to do with myself. Chima: You are too young to shut yourself away from the world. What does she do, the mother of the boy? Does she sit around and wait for you to make money and come back every day? Moses: Not really. She sells buns and other snacks—donuts, cakes—in front of our house. Chima: I'm going out. If I see two or one… Moses: All right, sir. I will have everything prepared for you before you come back. Chima: What else do you have in mind that can elevate you out of this situation if you are not doing this job? Do you have any business in mind? Moses: Not really. I used to be this teenager that just played football, came home, ate food, slept, pressed my phone—you know, just the normal teenage life. I did not know that life was going to be like this for me. I could have denied the pregnancy, but I thought that my parents would accept it. I did not know that they were going to treat me this way. They really took the hard way on me. I was careful. Now I have to face it all. Please don't make me lose this job, sir. I beg of you. Send me to do any other thing for you, just not anything of sexual nature. Chima: If a man is not having sex, I wonder what he is doing with himself. Moses: I honestly don’t think sex can be everything. There must be some other things that can make life easy for a man or better or fun. Chima: This is Africa, not the foreign land where people take funny things—killing each other. I’m not a serial maniac. Moses: I’ll be waiting for you. And Chima left the penthouse. At the Village Ichie Vik: Yes, I heard, and I have spoken to the President-General of our community. He's going to write a report to the police officially from here, and they will send it to Lagos before it gets to Abuja. Mazi Eze: Eh? How did Abuja enter the matter? Ichie Vik: His master called me and gave me all the information. There are some people—very rich people—that want the issue brought to Abuja so that nobody will be able to release the boy. But we have to act now, and we have to act fast. Mazi Eze: It's all over for Ike. He will reap what he has sown. So he's no longer the manager, and the person who is in charge of the company now is that young boy who was serving as a houseboy. The whole community—we must spread the news fast so that everybody will also know how to come to his defense. As they were talking, their brother passed by and heard them discussing. Mazi Edu: My brothers, I agree. Ichie Vik: I know you—so run to your mother’s village. That is where they will accept you very fast. Mazi Edu: I have not committed any crime. Why will I be running away? Mazi Eze: Do you know that the police are looking for the owner of the hotel where your brother has been working and sending you money to sell those things? You say he's innocent—I hope you will defend him in front of the police when they come looking for you, because we were just discussing how the only person we know that is his right-hand man is you. Mazi Edu: Eh, Ichie, you cannot be discussing me like that. When was I his right-hand man? Was I born in December with him? He was just my childhood friend. Besides, I did not know he does all those types of things. This community and this brother here know that he was asked to watch over the company until the boy becomes of age to take over. So if he liked, let him deny it. If the police come, I will tell them what I know. Mazi Eze: He is no longer sending you money again. Are you not going to prepare yourself in case they want to arrest you? Mazi Edu: I am not getting arrested, and no one is going to harm me. My hands are clean. I did not join him in committing any crime. Mazi Eze: Now you have denied him. Before, your mouth would go any length in order to protect him. Now you are denying him. Just know that if the police come, we will hand you over to them. Mazi Edu: Stop calling the name of the police. You will not hand me over to them. I am also your brother, and I live here in the village with you. I have no politics with those living in the city. Ichie Vik: Mtchew. When your name is called, you will know if you have politics with those people in the city or not. When they were spending, you would not listen. Mazi Edu: I’m sorry for everything that I said again. You people, please do not use it to send me to the police station. I have some little children that I am training. I cannot go to police to suffer for something that I did not do. Mazi Eze: Please excuse us. I was having an important discussion with Ichie here before you came. Mazi Edu: Eh, so I should go? Ichie Vik: Yes. And he left them. Ichie Vik: He’s not a serious human being. He's trying to sit down, gather information, and go and send it to his friend. I cannot wait for the police to come and question us. I will hand him over to them as his accomplice. At Engineer Van’s House Engr Van: The main reason why we did not want anybody to know is because we do not want it to go viral. And then they will now come back to arrest him just like that. Azaman: Bros, so you are the one that we have been fighting for? I don’t know, but you fine ooooooo. Philip: Hey, you respect yourself. We came here for something. You've seen man, your heart, your mind—everything has changed. Vic: Ahhhhh, my friend, I know you use eyes to see a man. I smiled. Milo: Aww, see smiles na. Fine boy, abeg. Oke: Yeah, always welcome. So, you said you wanted to be here to ask him some questions so that you can facilitate how you help him? (Clears throat) Milo: Ehem. From what we’re getting from everybody, it's that you are a good guy. And by the time we defeat your uncle, there’s a probability that the hotel will be given to you—or not. But we know that you are going to get rich. And then you’ll be living your rich life. Me, I have family that I’m caring for, and this hustle is my hustle. I did not learn any handwork or do anything. I'm not going to school like your friend Philip. So if I fight for you and we gather evidence, are you going to pay me one big money to go away, or are you going to keep the hotel running so that we can make money? This content is the intellectual property of OurStory TB and the author, Whiteman Micheal. Unauthorized use, reproduction, or distribution without proper credit to the author or the page is strictly prohibited. Permission must be obtained before any use. Oke: No, we cannot do that. That hotel needs to be closed down; it has ruined a lot of people's lives. Azaman: It has also helped a lot of people's lives, boss. The people that it’s ruining their lives are the people that want their lives to be ruined. Me: So you're asking me if the business will still continue as usual? Vic: Yes, most definitely. That is what we want to know. Me: If I continue the business, how different will I be from my uncle? What will I be doing differently that he did not do before? Philip: See this business as selling and buying food in the market. Now, they have what you call the normal food—everybody has it, everybody can buy it on the road, everybody can buy in the market, everybody can buy it everywhere. Anger also sells the normal food. But then, your uncle is selling what we call exotic food—food that only a few people can actually eat with very, very deep pockets. Your uncle sells food that is untouched—untouched from the oven, if you know what I mean. Most times, these people are desperate, they want it by themselves. But other times, there are people who are forced—against their own will—to be served as food to these people with deep pockets. That is what you are not going to do. You just need to leave it and sell it like a free market. Whoever is willing to buy should buy what you have. Whoever is willing to sell, should sell what they have. Don’t do a direct link-up of sending somebody to somebody's house, because you will not be responsible for what is going to happen to that person—whether they use the person or not. But what my friends are trying to say is—they will fight for you till the end. But then, this is their source of livelihood. This is the source of feeding for their families. They are mostly fighting so they can go back to work and start earning. That is what we have brought to you now. Me: I am glad, at least, that you are able to stand up for me and give yourself to us—helping, gathering your evidence, and ready to go on social media for everything. I will definitely pay you back for everything you have done—either in this way that you want, or in a much better way. I promise you that. But right now, I cannot tell you if the hotel will stand. It is entirely not only up to me. I think I have to also consult my immediate family, which is the people that are in this room too. Azaman: Whatever you decide, we will stand for you. Me: Thank you so much. So what evidence have you been trying to build up? Milo: Come tomorrow morning. If those fools come back for you, we are going to release their photos on social media—very nasty old men. Engineer Van: Wow, that will be a whole lot of things to sing. Philip: National disaster. They will release him before the case will continue. They’ll make sure that they cover their tracks. Oke: Joseph is leading the social media team. They are going to give at least up to 100 posts every day. As soon as they finished talking and the aides had drunk, I bled them goodbye. My brother, who hadn’t had time to welcome me back immediately, got in after seeing them off and gave me a big hug—a tight one. He was just so happy. Me: Have they gone far? Can you call Philip and ask him to come back? He could still stay over here this night. Oke: Philip? Are you sure you need somebody to keep you warm? You know I’m capable of doing that. I smiled. Me: This is important. Just ask him to come back. He made the call and Philip came back to the house. Philip: Please don’t mind those guys. They are just looking for a place to be secured. But they are willing to work and help you out of this situation. Me: I know. I saw it in their eyes. And they’re also willing to sleep with me. Philip: Why not? You are a charming person. Me: That, I need to discuss with you. While I was in the police station, Engineer Van and Barrister Santos had an encounter with Inspector Isa. They saw a photo of a child who is being looked for—the mother is looking for him. And the child in the photo was 10 years old as at that time. Today, they’re expecting him to be around 20 years old. But I think that child looks like you. I was not sure, but I kept the photo. Engineer Van took the picture and gave it to him. Philip: I remember when this picture was taken. Those people are not my parents—my real mother. They took me away from her. Are you saying she has been looking for me? Me: Yes. And Inspector Isa gave us his number just in case you’re willing to come forward. He started crying and he fell on me while I held him. Philip: so I have a mother 😭😭 😭 😭 By Whiteman Michael Morals: Don’t forget to factor in yourself when a deal is being made. Don’t make decisions out of overexcitement. Take your time. Give a reason why you cannot give an answer immediately. Running away—especially when you are innocent—tells a lot of stories that are not true, yet makes them look as if they are true. In the process of helping another person solve a problem, don’t be surprised if you end up solving an even bigger problem for yourself. Don’t always hide from helping others. No matter the situation of the economy, no matter how bad things are—it is not everybody that is willing to break all their principles just to get rich or satisfy themselves with wealth as fast as possible. Some people have principles they are willing to take to their grave. Don’t use your money to try to force anybody to change who they are—especially when they have said repeatedly that they do not want to. No matter how long you enjoy the spoils of war, war will come to your doorstep too. By Whiteman Michael Please like share and follow my page of you like these stories thanks.

OurStory TB

5/21/2025, 11:30:45 AM

Survival 28 The Other Side of Reality If you were around, everybody was running helter-skelter. The police themselves could not understand what was happening, as everywhere was not fine. People were trying to believe that this was impossible—because the young man was too young to have orchestrated such a crime. The Commissioner of Police was not having it; deep down, he believed this young man was innocent and that somebody was playing foul somewhere. He was trying his best to ensure he didn't hand this young man over to the federal government in Abuja for prosecution. Even the AIG knew that the young man was innocent, but he had already started declaring that they had found the culprit. Commissioner: If you take this case to court, sir, it will not be an easy case. This is not one of those cases where they will try and cover it up. This young man is innocent, and we all know it. He's not even someone known to be a rascal or anything. Did you see the house where you were able to apprehend him? He was a houseboy, and his master has dedicated his life to making sure this boy comes out of this alive. AIG: What do you mean his master has made sure he comes out of this alive? Who is his master? Commissioner: Sir, his master is one of the award winners of the World Bank scholarship. He's currently the one with the highest dollars being paid in an academic session in Nigeria, with the World Bank sponsoring his project. He is an internationally recognized young man, and the young man we just arrested is his houseboy. He accepted him to be his houseboy because the young man has no father, and his mother died just a few months ago in a house fire that was planted for him. Sir, this story is wild. I think you should reduce the publicity on this young man before it backfires on all of us. We're trying to find the killer of the innocent young man, and now we're trying to bring in another innocent young man. I think it’s wise to think twice. This is already looking very ugly, because even the university has decided they are going to back him on this one. He is one of the jewels of the university—he's the best in his department, has the highest grade in the university, and is set to graduate with first class. So, you will not only be fighting the lecturer in particular—you’ll be fighting him, the World Bank, the university, and who knows who else may come into this. (Knock knock) Commissioner: Come in. I am on a call, please, but come in and sit down. As I was saying, we have to be very careful with this case—who is that? I’ll call you back. There’s a new development. You look familiar. Please, who are you? Barrister Santos: Yes, you might have seen me on the television before. I am Barrister Santos. Commissioner: Are you the son of Chief justice Santos? Barrister Santos: Yes, I am. Commissioner: Oh! Oh! Oh! The one who took the governor to court three times and won him? Barrister Santos: Yes, I am. But that is not why I’ve come here. Commissioner: Okay, okay. Maybe you have a big client under police pressure, but right now the police have a lot on their hands. I may not be able to give you my full attention, but— Barrister Santos: Oh, not at all. I think you will give me your full attention once you know who my client is. Commissioner: Are you serious? This is going to be interesting. What’s the name of your client? Barrister Santos: As you can see, things are turning up in this country. My best friend’s only child has been arrested by the police and accused of a crime that even his dead parents could not have committed. Commissioner: Wait a minute! If I’m to get you right, are you saying that the young man I was just talking about on the phone with the AIG—you are the lawyer representing his case? Barrister Santos: Yes, you got that right. Commissioner: Ah! Wahala no dey finish. You—you mean you, of all people? Barrister Santos: A short story could perhaps help you. Commissioner: What is the short story you want to talk about? Barrister Santos: Not too long ago, some years back, a boy was discovered in a village in Igboland. I’m sure you are aware of that. Commissioner: Of course, I am aware. I was a police officer then, and I went to the village for the first government-led sightseeing of the land. How does that concern this case? Barrister Santos: Commissioner, in all ramifications, if you indeed insist that you were there, perhaps you might have known the man who owned the land. Commissioner: I don’t know the man, but I think I remember his face. If I see him, I’ll recognize him. He should be rich by now, because the government paid them a whole lot of money for those lands. He also kept away from me for a long time. But how does that concern your client and this case? Where are you taking me with this? Please be fast about it—AIG wants to proceed with court and prosecution immediately. Barrister Santos: I’m very sorry, but your AIG is going to cry with his life—and his job—if he does that. Back to the story: that man was my friend. I helped him secure the deal on that land. Even the money he receives yearly—only I know the accounts where the money enters. The boy you arrested is his only child. The man died. His wife was burnt alive in the house. Part of that money was used to build a house here in Lagos. He bought another house, a factory, and that hotel you are holding in ransom belongs to this young man. Yes, the young man owns it, but he has never been to the hotel before. He doesn’t know what is happening there. When his father died, everything was entrusted to his brother, who asked you to go and arrest his master—who is the boy that has never even seen one million in his life. So if you and your AIG go on with this case, I’ll be bringing it to court with you. You know how this will go. Commissioner: Barrister Santos, please sit down. Wait. Don’t be in haste. I am not the highest authority in the Nigerian Police Force. The AIG is higher than me. And they all seem to have nailed the boy to the cross already. I cannot save the boy alone—neither can you. The powers are too high, and they know what they are doing. Barrister Santos: I was a fool for allowing his father to let his brother hold that business. I warned him, but he didn’t listen. I was a fool for allowing that boy to go and stay with that monster in his house. Thank God he didn’t kill him. I will not allow anything to happen a third time. That boy is innocent. I would like to speak with my client. Commissioner: My hands are tied. Whatever you have to do, act fast. Sergeant! Come and take the lawyer to see his client. At the Hostel David: This cannot happen! I will never allow this to happen. This will NEVER happen. See, I’m ready to run naked to that police station right now! Let them do whatever they want. Let them shoot me. I will not let them kill the person that brought light to our lives. I will not agree! We have to do something! Tayo: It’s not as if we cannot do anything, but you know that if you go there, they are going to shoot you. They are going to kill you. Me, I don’t want anybody to be killed. So we have to do something—but not by standing at the police station like you’re saying. Musa: We don’t have to go to the police station. We are young people—we can use social media! We can call his classmates, his class rep, and everybody. I’m going to start fighting this on social media. Efe: But how? He has no hand in this! We will not let this lie. We will not let this lie. This is too much! Charles: The only thing we can do is like Musa said. We should send messages to others—his roommates, his brother, his friends. We should look for everyone we can, and start showing this on social media. Telling people that he’s a good guy. This content is the intellectual property of OurStory TB and the author, Whiteman Micheal. Unauthorized use, reproduction, or distribution without proper credit to the author or the page is strictly prohibited. Permission must be obtained before any use. Efe: I can work with that. I did not even open my restaurant today. I cannot cook. I cannot go out. I'm feeling very angry right now. I'm feeling useless. I'm feeling very, very angry right now and I don't know what to do. Charles: Guys, please, all of you chill out. We are going to figure this out and we are going to find a plan. At Phillip's Place Phillip: It's all wrong. I will never allow this to happen. I will make sure that I am able to do something about it. I worked in that hotel and I have a lot of things to tell the police to their face. And if they try any nonsense, I'm going to call their names, because I know many of their bosses that I have served. Oke: I'm really feeling so bad right now. I don't know what to do. But I am giving everybody 48 hours. If they don't bring him out of that police station, I will carry fuel and go there. I'm burning everywhere down! Phillip: Chill, it hasn't come to that. We'll get your boo out. What we’ll be needing is a strategic plan. You know we are dealing with the highest members of society, so we need a plan that can play on their own turf so they won't be able to mess with us. Because right now, they have the police, the army—they have the whole country in their hand. They can descend on us and kill all of us. So we need a plan that can save your brother and keep us alive at the same time. Oke: There's no time for that! There's no time for that! At the Police Station Sergeant: Oga, I’m telling you, he already has a lawyer. One of the best in the country like this. Engineer Van: Who appointed this lawyer? Where did this lawyer come from? How come none of us—his family members—know there's a lawyer? Sergeant: Oga, look at your back right now. The lawyer is coming out of the office with the commissioner. Engineer Van: Good afternoon, sir. I am Engineer Van from the Department of Chemical Engineering, University of Lagos. Commissioner: You are the master, and he is the lawyer. Engineer Van: How much it look at something... I stay home for sure... I don't have time to do I text you today. I don’t have time—hope you have plans. No problem. Barrister Santos: Hi. Engineer Van: Lawyer? You mean you are his lawyer? How? When? Where were you all this time? Barrister Santos: I wish I could tell you, but there's no time. Can we sort this out later? Engineer Van: Of course we cannot sort it out later. How am I supposed to trust you? How am I supposed to believe you want something good for him? Where were you when he was suffering—when he had no one—and I had to take him in? And now you're telling me you're his father's friend? Barrister Santos: Engineer, I wish you could understand how all this has played out. I’ve been there with him right from the beginning, but I was not supposed to meddle. My friend asked me not to. He's so persuasive, and he can be charming when he wants to. Engineer Van: I don’t care if you were having erotic feelings for his father. You're telling me he can be charming when he wants to be? Are you trying to say you were not there all this time? Barrister Santos: And I’m trying to tell you that he is a difficult person—I’m talking about his father. And I’m sure that since you’ve been living with his son, you should understand that they have a persuasive character—making you do things even when you don’t want to do them. And at the same time, they look charming. Engineer Van: That will not be totally wrong. But what is the situation right now? Are we getting him out of there today? Barrister Santos: Unfortunately, we cannot get him out right now. It’s a high-profile case. There seem to be some powers from above holding him down. They want to pin it on him. But I believe they all know he is innocent. And they may all be customers to that dreaded place. Engineer Van: Oh, I know of the place quite alright. And it is not going to go well with whoever is planning to do this. Barrister Santos: It's not about whoever is planning to do this—everybody knows who is trying to do this. And they know it’s that fool—that evil man. I will make sure he goes down. Engineer Van: So if we cannot get him out today, when is the possible date of at least getting him bail? Barrister Santos: That is the issue. The police won’t even let me bail him. They claim the orders come from high up, and I really don’t know who I’m fighting here. Is it the President? Is it the AIG himself? I don’t know who the enemy is right now. Engineer Van: The fact is that we all know there is one possible enemy. And that is the only enemy we have to focus on. We need facts and details. We need evidence to get him implicated. Barrister Santos: I'll be going to see my dad right now. Would you want to come with me? I think you can help. I have evidence to prove that Afam had no knowledge about the running of the company. In fact, he did not even know his father had a company. There was no possible way he would have been running the company by himself and still be a houseboy. Engineer Van: Yeah, I will follow you anywhere—provided we get him out of the prison. Barrister Santos: You seem to have been fond of this boy. You really like him, I can see. Engineer Van: And if you loved his father like you said, you would not have let him suffer in the hands of those idiots. Barrister Santos: I accept all charges. At Phillip’s Place Later That Evening Azaman: So wait first. I wan understand this story. Person dey his house dey suffer dey do houseboy—na him the whole police go arrest say na billionaire criminal for hotel wey me dey hustle? Milo: Ah haha! This one dey like Naija movies. Super story. That our oga na Kanayo O. Kanayo. Then this guy go be all these boys wey go dey cry for movies. Vic: Guys, this is not funny at all. Phillip, we need to help that guy. How do we help him? Azaman: Wait. Me I no go stress help any straight guy wey after he go see me, commot face. Phillip: 🤣🤣🤣🤣! If he see you like this, Azaman, he go bend you, knack you. You look like wetin he likes. Azaman: Eh? You mean am? Phillip: He’s kind of new to all this. But I like him, and he wants to knack me. But na small boy. I just like am. Milo: How far? His gbola make sense? Vic: Mumu! Na that side dem go see you. Person dey prison, you dey ask of him gbola? Azaman: Hahaha! Mad ooo! Milo: Abeg, make una leave me. Na ashawo I be. Abeg, I like wetin I like. Vic: How can we help? Phillip: We can link up with the bigger team. Azaman: Bigger team? You mean say he get guys? Phillip: Yes. Milo: Where guys go dey gather like this, them fit no like our she-ing. Vic: Aunty, chillax na. Haha! No be only you be she. Phillip: Well, according to him, they are all into guys—but them dey different from us. Azaman: Ah ah. As in how? Phillip: Them four—some dey school, dey train themselves with their sweat. One na barber, one na tailor, the other na cook—he get small buka. And the other one na hairstylist. But them all dey do guys. Some get permanent boyfriend. Azaman: Omo, everyone dey hustle. I no see the difference. I no fit fuck anyone for free ooo. Shey because them dey school come mean say I dey different? Come Phillip, dey watch wetin you dey talk ooo. Milo: Even with all those things, I sure say some, if not all, na low-key ashawo like me. And if I see them, I go must know one. Vic: Whatever, guys—we need to help this guy come out of that cell. punctuate and leave in the original context At the cell in the police station Prisoner one: hey na who you be why you just come here just sit down stand up Me: what is it leave me alone Prisoner 2: your father na bastard na me you dey speak english for? I say come here you dey speak english Tawai!!!! one slap on my back i could hold it i fell to the ground as the kick me continuously and dragged me to the president Prisoner 3: here na cell no be jail but na me be the oldest for here wetin be your name Me: please leave me alone sir. Prisoner 3: hey you use that wood wipe his back small 4 times he struck i couldn’t feel my legs anymore i was helpless on the floor i saw as he drew his shorts down revealing a ranging borner i have never seen before i guess the one that can have such a dick would be engineer van. But i have not seen his either so i wont know he drew my waist up there was no more fight in me i didnt know what to do. So i closed my eyes about to accept the pain that was coming in. two of them held me as the one that said he was president spat on my hole several times Prisoner 3: omo na red ooo this one na woman for his former life see as his body fresh. He spat on his erect dick as he was about to do the deed i closed my eyes and almost prayed i died This content is the intellectual property of OurStory TB and the author, Whiteman Micheal. Unauthorized use, reproduction, or distribution without proper credit to the author or the page is strictly prohibited. Permission must be obtained before any use. Inspector Isa: Eh, what are you about to do to the president’s prisoner? Prisoner 3: Eh? You say wetin? Inspector Isa: Hey Sergeant, come and get him out of there. Take him to a single holding cell and call a medic. He must not die here, or else we all dead. Sergeant: You people are monsters! See how you just beat this boy! Prisoner 1: Come, make una do bring another prisoner here, because me don tire to dey chop this thing. Prisoner 3: See, the thing don stand. E no fit come down just like that. No worry, them go bring your own come very soon. Prisoner 1: Leave me joor, I no gree! Prisoner 2: Comon, remove shorts make Oga do. After him, na me. At the other cell Inspector Isa: You don’t look like a criminal. So what is this all about? I told him my story and how I came to Lagos, and how I ended up as a houseboy. At the judge’s quarters Judge Santos: Well, see who came to see his father. Barrister Santos: Father, how are you doing? Judge Santos: I am well and alive. And you? Barrister Santos: I came to ask for your forgiveness. Judge Santos: Silly thing! Who is your friend? Is he your wife or, sorry—husband? Engineer Van smiled. Engineer Van: Good evening, sir. Judge Santos: Welcome, my dear. Don’t mind him, he is always shy. I am his father, I know things. So, what do you do? Barrister Santos: He is just… Judge Santos: Shuuuuuuu! Let him speak please. I’ve heard your voice so much, my ear aches. I need new voices to make me feel young again. Engineer Van: Hahaha! Asir, I am a senior lecturer at the University of Lagos, Department of Chemical Engineering. Judge Santos: OMG! An academic, an engineer—perfect! What’s the name? Engineer Van: Van Victory. Judge Santos: If he does propose, please meet me to collect my ring and propose to him. He is too lonely since I lost his mum. Barrister Santos: Enough, Dad. I am going to battle the president in court. Judge Santos: Which president is that? Barrister Santos: The nation. Judge Santos: Okay, you’ve got my attention. Barrister Santos: The boy, Dad. The one they caught. Judge Santos: You are his counsel? Barrister Santos: Yes, Dad. Judge Santos: Well, drop the case. Whatever they are paying you, drop it. I will pay you twice the money. Barrister Santos: Dad, no. It’s not easy. Judge Santos: I will pay three times the money. Barrister Santos: I can’t. Judge Santos: You will get yourself killed. You can’t go against them. Barrister Santos: Dad, he is innocent. Judge Santos: That’s what they all say. Barrister Santos: If you were me, you would have taken this case. Judge Santos: What’s this boy to you? Is he one of your fuck boys? Barrister Santos: Dad, he is Aka’s boy. The judge became silent. Judge Santos: Your very own Aka? Your first lo… Barrister Santos: Yes, Dad. Judge Santos: What’s the accusation? They explained everything to him. Judge Santos: So they want to cover licking holes. I see. I will inform the guys. Barrister sees Engineer Van off to his car. Barrister Santos: I am sorry for what transpired there. My dad can be something else. Engineer Van: Don’t you like women? Barrister Santos: Why did you ask that? Engineer Van: It's because you are not married yet. Barrister Santos: Oh, the marriage thing is not for me. I mean, I’ve tried it before. I got two kids—a boy and a girl. They are currently on holidays at their mum’s. When it’s over, they’ll be here at the Santos mansion. What about you? Engineer Van: I will, soon. Maybe. Barrister Santos: 🤣🤣🤣🤣! See pot calling kettle black! Hahaha! You have not even been to the V area before. Engineer Van: Nah. Barrister Santos: When this is all over, I will show you the other side of a man’s world. I’m sure you are familiar with the dick side. Engineer Van: Is he going to be alright in there? Barrister Santos: Trust me. When my dad said “the boys,” he meant a group of old lawyers like himself and some judges. They will free him by tomorrow. This is a fight of good versus evil. Engineer Van: So you and his father used to be a thing? Barrister Santos: Story for another day. Just let’s buy some food for him tonight. Engineer Van: Eh, what? Wait, you mean they don’t feed the prisoners? Barrister Santos: He is not in prison. He is in a holding cell. And yes—they don’t. Not in this country. At the hostel Everyone gathered—friends, classmates, roommates—all for Afam. Joseph: Hello everyone. Thank you all for coming. I know Afam is not so popular, but you are all here for him. We can help him by going on social media tonight. Course Rep: Tell us the highlights. David: Innocent houseboy accused of human trafficking. Tolu: Or how they pinned crime on the innocents. Musa: Why not just use SAVE AFAM THE HOUSEBOY? Joseph: I like that. Efe: Same here. Philip: I have a plan. At the police cell Engineer Van: Stop telling that, please. Barrister Santos: What happened? Were you molested? Me: Almost. Engineer Van: See what you’re asking him? He could barely stand. He can’t even eat. Me: Please, am I going home with you this night? Barrister Santos: I am afraid not. Engineer Van: Oh no… No no… Ahhh… And Engineer Van started crying. Barrister Santos couldn’t look at me. He was crying too. Me: Sir, I will be fine. Don’t lose hope. I hope Oke is fine. Engineer Van: Yes, he is. He will be here tomorrow. I saw him cleaning his eyes. I have never seen him crying before. They both left when the police asked them to. I sat in the cell. It was cold. My boxers were torn—it was the only piece of clothing I had. I slept on the cold, freezing floor, hoping this ends soon. By Whiteman Micheal Morals: You need to equip yourself with weapons as strong as those of your enemies. One needs to understand his enemy before he starts the fight. Prepare yourself for the worst. A clear consciences fears no accusations but a group of right friends will make sure you are free. Ask yourself this question now which of your friends will make sure you are not in the police custody. If they apprehend you for nothing. By Whitman Micheal

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Straight Boys 27 Guys hug your guys. Emma: "Good day, bros. How are you doing?" Me: "I was fine until a while ago when you said you wanted to see me." Emma: "Well, I’m sorry. I haven’t seen you for some days now; I’ve just been busy. I went to see my uncle who’s sponsoring me. He wanted me to spend some time with him." Me: "Hmm. I understand. You should spend time with him." Emma: "You know how some rich men can be. They don’t just give you money for free—they want you to do things, even house chores." Me: "Yeah, I understand. My parents can be like that sometimes too. So, why am I here, and I’m safe?" Emma: "You’re safe, but I believe you know the reason why I wanted to see you." Me: "I want to know the reason. I won’t assume I know something if I don’t really know." Emma: "prexido presidento! You can be funny sometimes, you know." Me: "Well, let’s leave that aside. Why am I here? Talk." Emma: "I just wanted to say thank you for taking good care of Larry. I understand how it must have been. I know you didn’t know him before, but you really took good care of him. He’s even come to like and respect you—he calls you his father now." Me: "I seem to be a lot of people’s father these days! The problem is, I don’t even know how many children I have. Honestly, I just took care of him as best as I could. I didn’t even want him to stay with us at first. But when I realized we were like the only family he’s ever had or will have, I couldn’t just send him away. But you’re rich, and you said you knew him before—why didn’t he run to you to take care of him?" I pretended as if I didn’t know the circumstances of their relationship. Emma: "presido! My president, you’re the best president ever. I know you know what’s up; you just don’t want to say it. That’s why I like you, honestly. I actually left because I didn’t want him to start looking at me somehow, but I noticed he doesn’t even care about any of that because he told me he’s talked to you. I just wanted to come and say thank you." Me: "Is that all you wanted to say, or is there something else? I really need to go inside—I just came from my house." Emma: "I was wondering if you could let him crash in my room sometimes, like when I’m not around. I could give him a spare key and let him stay there, or when I’m around, he could stay with me." Me: "Emma, I can’t be the one to tell Larry who he should or shouldn’t have a relationship with. He’s a grown man and can make his own decisions. But about him sleeping in your room, I’m not comfortable with it. There are six of us staying together—sorry, now there are eight since my younger brother got admission. We all eat together, stay in the same room, and everything. If he stays in your room, one of us—or even myself—might visit him there. I don’t want a situation where something goes missing in your room and we all end up in trouble. That’s what I’m trying to avoid." Emma: "I totally understand what you’re saying. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t. But I want to promise you that nothing will go missing in my room as long as it’s you guys. I can control who enters the room, and I can ask him to do the same. I just want to find a way to also take care of him too." Me: "And also find a way to take care of him, abi? Or a way to ‘be entering him’ again. It seems like the boy didn’t agree this time. Mind you, that hole has suffered some recent casualties. I think you should let it rest for a while." He closed his eyes and burst out laughing. He couldn’t hold it in, so he turned away from me and leaned on the window while laughing uncontrollably. Me: "I know what I’m saying, even if you may not understand." Emma: "I do understand, and I know you understand even better. But, guy, how far? How are you comfortable around him—and even around me too? Honestly, I wanted to see you before, but I was ashamed and skeptical because I didn’t know how you’d react to what I wanted to talk about. Are you comfortable talking about this kind of thing with me? Are you low-key into guys?" Me: "Even if I were, I don’t think my issue would be escalated like this. But I don’t need to be into guys to understand. We all need to grow up and realize that some things have come to stay in this world, and we have to keep pushing forward. I won’t start condemning you for how you’ve chosen to live your life. As long as you don’t mislead me or anyone else, just do what you need to do for yourself. I’m good. But I do miss coming to your room to take the fan and watch movies on that big TV. When will I buy my own TV?" Emma: "See, bros, don’t think too much. Is a TV really your problem? I’ll get you one. I was also thinking—you said you guys need a generator, like a big one. I can get you that too, if you like." By whitman micheal join us on facebook ourstory tb. Me: "Do you want to marry him? You’re willing to throw gifts at us just to be with him. I don’t understand, Emma." Emma: "Hahaha,😂 please don’t make this look weird. I’m already feeling shy having this discussion with you. But I’m so proud of you like this—the way you handle things maturely makes me want to be like you when I grow up. Hahaha!" Me: "You guys, leave me alone. What do you want? I’ve asked this question so many times." Emma: "I just want him to be comfortable around me. I need him to be okay. I just want to take care of him, you know, like care for him." Me: "But you don’t want to marry him?" Emma: "Abeg, don’t make this thing look weird anymore! Haha, 😂please." Me: "Well, he’s an adult. Let him decide for himself. Whatever you guys decide, I just want him to be safe." Emma: "All right. I’ll speak to him again, but I already spoke to him and he asked me to reach out to you. That’s why I came to see you." Me: "What about that Felix guy who beat him up before? What are you going to do about him? What if he comes to this compound and starts beating everybody up or brings a group of boys to cause trouble here? What are you going to do about that? That’s the most important thing." Emma: "President, see, eh, this is how it works. If you see a guy you like, you approach him playfully and you guys will do stuff—if he’s into that. Not all guys are into it. There are ways some guys work, but I don’t know. I can’t explain in detail. Felix is just a guy I met on the road. He’s not even into this kind of thing. He’s just a thug—a street boy. I met him on the road, gave him a lift with his guys because I know one of them. Somehow, we went somewhere, had drinks, and realized we liked the same type of girls. Something led to something, and I did it with him. Since then, he’s been all over me because I used to give him small things for transport. I don’t know what came over him. He thinks we’re dating, and even the girls around me—he’s always cautioning them and asking them to behave. I don’t really understand." Me: "Emma, that’s a big problem. You have to take care of it because I don’t want anyone to hurt Larry again. He’s been hurt too much already. Right now, he needs to heal and focus on his life. There are so many things he needs to do. You need to either report Felix to the police and threaten him—I can help you with that. I can give you a police officer’s phone number and have him warned to stay off your back. Or you can handle it yourself and tell him to get off your back. You can’t have him disturbing people. We should’ve arrested him for laying hands on Larry. We need to give him a warning from the police—tell him if he comes anywhere near this building, he’ll be arrested." Emma: "I promise to take care of that. I promise I’ll protect him." Me: "Can I ask you one question?" Emma: "Yes, please." Me: "Why Larry? Why did you have to choose him? Why not someone else? What’s wrong with Felix, apart from him being from the streets? Why does it have to be Larry?" Emma: "Well, he’s a good guy. At first, I was scared of him. When I picked him up for the first time after he finished his church work along the road, I was just trying to give him a lift. But at the same time, I was trying to, you know, get close to him. To my surprise, he wasn’t too disturbed. I just wanted to be with him once and drop him off, but something was different about him. I couldn’t let him go. Honestly, since I met him, I’ve minimized everything I do. I didn’t even go back to Felix after meeting Larry. Felix only comes around because I stopped going to him." Me: "Why did you find it so hard to drop Felix and just focus on Larry?" Emma: "I have a complicated life. Since it’s complicated for me, it’s not easy to choose one person. But when you find that one person, you know. And when you know, you force yourself to make critical decisions—like me coming to approach you. I was very scared, but I think I know what to do now." Me: "Just get Felix off your back and off our backs. If Larry says he wants to be with you, then you won’t have any problems." Emma: "Thank you so much. I’m very grateful." Me: "Not yet though. We want to rent a room close to yours for Larry and one of us. You know we’re overcrowded now in just these two rooms and a match room. We might need your help with that. It’s mostly for Larry and Nathaniel, the other guy." Emma: "Just tell me anything you need. I’ll do it. I’ll pay for the room, furnish it, and put some beds in it. Your brother can use it—anyone can use it. But I’m not sure Larry will need it much because I want him to stay in my room most of the time. I won’t be around often because of my unconscious travels, and I want him to come to school from my house. I need to be in his house so I can take care of it for him. But we can still rent the room to give you guys enough space." By whiteman micheal join us on facebook ourstory tb. Me: "yes ooo. One. room, two—I still need the generator and television. Hahaha!" Emma: "Don’t worry, I got you. I promise I got you. Any other thing?" Me: "And you know we don’t buy food here. Me and the boys—we cook our meals, so some food stuff will be okay. I won’t tell you what to buy; just go and do shopping and bring it for us." Emma: "I got you, I got you. Thank you so much."hahahah Me: since you said ask I am asking ooo. He gave me a tight hug. He smelled nice—like flowers—and his perfume was expensive. Then he left. I went into the room and slept for some time. I woke up to see my brother beside me. I didn’t want to ask him where Martin had taken him. I wanted him to bond well with Martin. When I woke up and yawned, he looked at my side. Obi: "Welcome, big bro. I see you had a lot of happy moments at home." Me: "See your head. Have you eaten?" Obi: "Yes, I have. Yes, I have. How is everyone at home." Me: "They’re fine, fine." Obi: "Any message for me in particular?" Me: "Dad said you should not join bad gangs, and Mom said you should read your books so that you’re going to do well and do better than me." Obi: "Hahaha, I know Mom said I should study hard, but Mom didn’t say I should do better than you. So you better do better than me!" Me: "I hope you’re having fun with everything that’s happening." Obi: "Yeah, yeah. It’s nice. Martin took me out, and I saw some parts of the school. Everything is okay. Why do you ask?" Me: "Well, just checking on my brother." Obi: "Do you know Martin has refused to tell me what happened between you two?" Me: "Nothing happened. Did he say anything happened?" Obi: "Nothing happened. Every day he tells me you’re angry at him. Besides, since you introduced me to him, you barely speak to him. I think you need to go and speak with him." Me: "I know Martin. Tell me the truth—did he try to do anything with you?" Obi: "Hahaha, no, no! He’s just being a boy, you know. He’s alone, an only child. He didn’t grow up like us having brothers, so I’ll do my best to be the best brother he’ll ever have—unlike the ones he had who aren’t talking to him anymore." Me: "I’ve heard you. I’ll go to his room now and speak with him. Will that be okay with you?" Obi: "That’ll make me have a very good, nice sleep and not a worrisome sleep like last night." Me: "Come on, tell me what happened last night. Did he give you head?" Obi: "Hahaha, Big Bro, so you’ve been collecting head from your own brother?" Me: "Mumu, I asked you a question." Obi: "Hahaha, no, no! He didn’t. We didn’t do anything." Me: "I will Go and speak with him right now, and find something to make yourself useful." Obi: "Okay, okay. Thank you, bro." I stood up lazily. I wanted to ease myself, but Mustapha was in the toilet. I went into Ejiro’s room, but he was having his bath. So I went to Martin’s room. I knocked, and he opened the door. I entered without saying anything to him and went straight to his bathroom to ease myself. When I came out, I locked the door and sat on his bed. Martin: "What have I done now?" Me: "Just come here and stop talking nonsense." He walked slowly towards me, shaking. He was quite afraid. Me: "Why are you afraid? Stop feeling fear and just come." He came close but sat apart. Me: "Oh, Martin. What’s wrong with you? Come closer. Come and hug me. I want to hold you tight. Just forget everything that happened and come meet me like you always did before." He cried while hugging me. Me: "Martin, why are you crying? What’s wrong?" Martin: "I thought you’d never hold me again. I thought you’d never come close to me again." Me: "No, no, you silly boy. I was busy. Didn’t you see my brother was around? You’re a very foolish boy. What have you told him?" Martin: "I didn’t tell him anything much. I just played funny with him. He seems nice—nicer than you. He knows what he wants and made his stand before time. I spoke with him. Unlike me playing with you every time, yet you still wouldn’t budge." Me: "I don’t think that’s what happened. The last time I was here, you were like, 'Ah, ah, gently.'" Martin: "Shut up your mouth!" Me: "Of course, I’m going to shut up before you slap me like you did before! Hahaha!" Martin: "Thank you for coming. Thank you for allowing me to give you this hug. I feel a bit relieved now, Big Bro. I really like you. Please don’t leave me again." Me: "Yeah, I also want to apologize to you. I’m very sorry for the way I acted. I was stupid and foolish. I’m the older person here, so I’m supposed to act more maturely. I’m very sorry." I gave him a kiss, and we held each other for about a minute. Martin: "So what’s going to happen now?" Me: "I just want you to know something—feel free to hug me whenever you see me. Whatever you see me doing with my brother, feel free to ask for yours. Feel free to be around me. Speak to me when you want to, alright?" Martin: "Yes, yes. Thank you so much." After about an awkward minute of silence, he asked a question. By whiteman micheal join us facebook ourstory tb Martin: Are we going to do it again? Me: Do you want that? Martin: Honestly, I don't know. I'm not sure because now your brother is here. I feel like you are related to me by blood, and something he said to me: "Blood brothers don't do stuff like that." Me: ahh martin so you exposed yourself to him? Puff. Martin: he looks like you am sorry i didnt tell him we did it. Me; really, and you think he wouldn’t guess that by now? Martin: I am sorry. Me: Am I your big bro, or do you want me to be your lover? Martin: Why can't you be my big bro and lover at the same time? Me: Because it's going to be awkward. I can't shout out to you or tell you what to do because I am your lover. It will be a toxic relationship. Besides, I've told you many times I already have someone, and I still care for you. So, doing the two of them is going to be weird. I honestly dont want to live a life of having sex with two people, before you know it the third person will come in and my life will start diminishing, with multiple partners. See Martin, Let me be your elder brother, and I will love you and care for you. My brother is also going to love you and care for you. Let us be your family. What do you say? He kissed me. Me: Haha, this guy! I'm asking you something, and you're kissing me! Haha! Martin: And I understand, and I like the option that you have chosen. I would like to choose that too. It's just one problem: I need someone to do the other part with. Me: Can't it wait? Like for you to be in 200 level or something? Martin: I don't know. I feel like… I took a deep breath and let out a deep sigh of relief. Me: You need to stop being a baby, and you need to be a man. I don't even know what to tell you anymore, but that's what I have to say. Martin: Okay, no problem. Me: I need to go and see what I can do. I think my name is on the list to prepare our meals for these four days. Martin: I know, but don't worry. Let me have the warmth of your body for a little while. Haha, yeah, I miss you. Me: I miss you too. And Martin, you can hug me in front of my brother. You don't need to hide to hug anymore and jump on me whenever you want, but don't be silly. Haha! Haha! Martin: Nah, I won't. And he kissed me again. Me: Do you know why Larry was beaten that day we found him, and he was rushed to the hospital? Martin: I heard it was a guy that he called Felix, but I don't know the main reason . Me: It's because Larry was sleeping with a guy that Felix calls his boyfriend, and so Felix ordered other boys to beat him up. Martin: OMG, why are you telling me this? Me: Because my boyfriend may find people to come and beat you up. Hahahaha! Martin: Let them come. No one can touch me. My other brother and my twin brother are right beside me. Me: Haha! Hahaha! Haha! Martin, the last time I was here, I saw a picture of you and your mom and something written behind it: "Love from Kay." Who is Kay? Martin: You mean the last time you came and deflowered me? Hahaha! Me: Oh, this boy! Behave normally now, like a real human being for once! Haha! Hahaha! Martin: So, I am a fake human being, right? So, you had a fake human being? Haha! Haha! Me: Haha! Hahaha! Tell me! Martin: That was when I was writing my WAEC exam. I took that picture with my mom, and she sent it to somebody. That was when things started changing a bit for us. She started having more money, and I guess maybe they increased our salary also, but after that picture came, things started changing for us, and honestly, I do not know who sent that picture, but I know we took it. Me: You know we have a lot of guys here now with small resources looking out for who your real dad is. You need to find out. Martin: What do I need that for? He's probably somewhere with his new family, happy. I don't want to destroy anyone's life. Please, he should stay wherever he is, and I'm happy here with you as my family. Me: I understand, but what if my dad was your father, and you are now doing stuff with me? Isn't that funny? We need to know these things so we don't make more mistakes in the future. Martin: I honestly don't want to know him. I feel like he is a big f**l... for abandoning us, for abandoning my mom. I hate him. If I see him, I will hate him more. Me: Okay, so let me tell you how this works now. See, whatever story that makes you hate him, it's your mother's version of the story. You have not heard his own version of the story, and you are just hating him. You need to learn and hear from both sides, then make a firm decision. Besides, if he's alive and maybe rich and powerful, you did have a better life. Maybe you'd leave us in this university and go to a school abroad or something. Martin: You are just looking for ways to make me leave you. I am not leaving you. And he hugged me tightly. Me: Oh this boy, I'm serious here. You just be thinking nonsense in your head. I just want you to be much happier. Maybe if you find your dad, you'll understand how life works. You will have a reason to do all those things, and there are so many other things you can do with your brain than only thinking of this stuff. Martin: When I am ready, I will reach out to you for that, but for now, I don't want to rush it. I don't have an urge to know or see him. Me: Sometimes the road one takes to avoid their destiny is where they meet it. Martin: If you like, turn into an old man in the village speaking proverbs. I have said my own. And I looked at him. He looked just like my Obi, and I gave him a title. He tried to kiss me this time. I stood up, and I ran away from the room, trying to open the door, and he was chasing me. As I was trying to open the door, he was busy humping me from behind, tickling me, and grabbing my chest while I tried to open the door. And I opened the door, and I ran out. I bumped into my brother. Obi: Hahahaha, what's happening to you? Who is chasing you? Me: It is your brother. I think he wants to rape me. Obi: Hahahaha! Hahaha! Everyone go collect sha! Hahaha! Hahaha! Hahaha! As my brother and I were laughing in the passage, somebody came up to us. He looked like a thug or rapper. He had tattoos on his hands. He wore his sleeveless leather jacket over a T-shirt with big chains around his neck like a rapper. His hair was split all the way back, and he had five rings on different fingers with more tattoos on his neck. Displaying "who goes there," he was well-muzzled, just like us, though cute, but he looked scary, and he came up to us to ask… Felix: Good evening. Please, I dey look for Emma. I be Felix. By Whiteman Michael. Join us on Facebook: Ourstory TB. Morals: 1. Expressing Vulnerability as a Man: Keeping too much inside can weigh you down, even to the point of harming your health. Society often pressures men to avoid showing emotion, hugging, or expressing care for one another because it’s seen as "unmanly" or "gay." But as a man, you sometimes need a hug, to feel comfort, and to allow yourself to be vulnerable. You need to let yourself cry when needed. Feeling your emotions doesn’t make you weak; it makes you human. 2. Talk Things Out: Keeping malice doesn’t solve anything. Instead, sit down and have a conversation. Most times, you’ll discover things about the other person that you didn’t know before, and you’ll feel lighter and freer once things are resolved. Holding grudges only eats away at you from the inside. 3. Companionship and Connection: You and your friend can be in the same room, on top of each other, pressing your phones or just hanging out—it doesn’t mean anything has to happen beyond that. Humans aren’t meant to exist alone. We need connection, companionship, and sometimes just the presence of others. Isolating yourself too often can allow your inner demons to surface and take over. 4. Understanding Perspective: Don’t judge people or situations without knowing all sides of the story. You may be acting on assumptions based on limited information. Sometimes, hearing both sides brings clarity and peace. It allows for forgiveness and helps you move forward with empathy and understanding. 5. Boundaries and Balance: It’s important to establish healthy boundaries in relationships. Love and care don’t have to be romantic or possessive. Respecting each other’s space, emotions, and personal choices is what builds a supportive family or friendship. 6. Family Is More Than Blood: Sometimes, the people who truly care for you may not be related by blood but are just as valuable. Build your own family with those who love, support, and uplift you. Whether through chosen family or biological ties, love is what binds us. 7. Forgive Yourself and Others: Mistakes and regrets are part of life. Learn to forgive yourself and those who hurt you. Holding on to guilt or resentment only holds you back from growth and happiness. Forgiveness doesn’t mean you have to forget—it means you’re choosing freedom from the weight of bitterness. 8. Embrace Change: Life is unpredictable, and clinging to old habits or pain can stunt your progress. Embrace change, even when it’s scary or painful. Growth often comes from stepping into the unknown and letting go of old wounds. By Whiteman Michael Join us on Facebook: OurStory TB Our back-to-back stories have ended for now. Sponsorship ended today. See you when we return! To get us posting every day, we need your likes and comments to reach at least 200—or sponsor a story! It’s cheaper than a bottle of pure water.

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Straight boys 24 Gentle lion The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the ceiling fan and the faint sounds of students passing by in the hallway. They just brought the light. Warm evening light filtered through the window, casting long shadows across the room. Stacks of textbooks and half-empty coffee cups cluttered the desk, remnants of late-night study sessions. Martin is a very intelligent boy. Martin sat nervously on the edge of the bed, glancing at me as I leaned against the desk, my hands stuffed in my pockets. It looked like we had been inseparable for months—late-night conversations, stolen glances during dinners, and casual touches that lingered just a bit longer than necessary. Tonight felt different. The air between us was charged, thick with anticipation and unspoken feelings. I took a tentative step closer, my eyes searching Martin's face. I saw a picture of him and his mum. Behind the picture was written Love from K. Who was K I thought to myself. But he seemed nervous or scared. I had to ask. "You okay?" I asked softly. Martin nodded, though his heart raced. "Yeah... just—this is new for me." I smiled gently. "I will be gentle." I reached out, my fingers brushing against his. The simple touch grounded us both. Martin exhaled a shaky laugh. "Kind of wild, huh? Us, here." My grin widened. "Yeah. But it feels right because you want it." Silence settled between us, comfortable yet electric. I sat beside Martin, our knees touching. Slowly, almost hesitantly, I cupped his cheek, my thumb grazing the faint stubble there. Martin leaned into the touch, his breath catching. "You don't have to rush," I whispered. "I want this," Martin replied, his voice steady now. "With you." Our lips met in a tender, unhurried kiss—a promise, a beginning. The world outside faded, leaving only the quiet sanctuary of our room and the warmth blossoming between us. We pulled back, our foreheads resting together. "We'll figure this out," I said, a smile tugging at my lips. "Together," Martin agreed. And in that moment, everything else seemed simple. The room was dim, illuminated only by the warm, faint glow of a desk lamp. I could feel the weight of the moment as Martin sat beside me, his hands fidgeting nervously. His shoulders were tense, and his breaths were shallow, betraying the uncertainty he was trying to hide. "Hey," I said softly, placing my hand over his. "We don’t have to do this. Not if you're unsure." Martin's eyes met mine, wide and sincere. "No, I want this," he whispered, his voice trembling but resolute. "I’m just… nervous." His honesty only made me admire him more. "That's okay," I assured him, brushing my thumb gently over his knuckles. "We can go as slow as you want. Or stop anytime." He shook his head, determination flickering in his eyes. "I trust you." The weight of those words settled in my chest, warm and profound. I leaned closer, giving him time to pull back if he wanted to. When he didn’t, our lips met in a gentle kiss — soft, tentative, filled with unspoken promises. His tension slowly melted as I kept the moment tender and unhurried. My hand found its way to his cheek, and he leaned into the touch, sighing softly. Each kiss became a little more confident, a little more sure, as we found a rhythm that was entirely our own. I pulled back slightly, resting my forehead against his. "Still okay?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah," he breathed, his lips curving into a small smile. "More than okay." We stayed close, letting the warmth between us speak louder than words. There was no rush, no pressure — only the quiet understanding that this was a beginning built on trust and love. I suddenly found myself freeing some tears from my eyes as I slowly undressed. He felt the tears on my face and licked them up with his tongue. Then he started licking me—slowly and gently. Me: I… I… think— It felt like the situation had changed. I was the one who used to reassure him, but now, he was the one taking charge. It was as if he knew exactly what those tears were meant for. As each one dropped from my eyes down my face, I could feel the gentle burns on my cheeks. These tears were hot. I could feel his warm breath on my skin. Inside, my heart was a storm of confusion. I had so many questions to ask him, but it seemed like he had already made up his mind. These feelings kept haunting me, and I was drifting away— Not before a resounding pain snapped me back. It sounded like many blows, but it was just one slap. Yet, it hurt like hell. Martin: I need you to be here—not wherever your mind is taking you. I didn’t know how to get angry at him. Even my younger siblings had never slapped me before. But that slap changed everything. Instead of getting angry and leaving—or using it as an excuse to stop whatever strange thing was happening— I grabbed his face and kissed him, more intentionally this time. I snuffed out his breaths, sucking in his spit. He knew then: he had awakened a part of me he shouldn’t have. I started licking him like an animal, just as he had done to me not too long ago. I grabbed his n!ppl€ and sucked it like a newborn puppy clinging to its mother. The excitement was unbearable. He was over the edge, trying to push my head away, but I ignored him. I continued, possessed by something wild inside me. I moved from one side to the other, making his senses spiral. Now, it was his tears spilling—gently dropping onto my body. “Please” he begged as he couldn't take the excitement anymore. But Ignored. And I licked them up, just as he had done. As subtle as he could, he begged for mercy again. Martin: Let’s go back to slow and steady. I’m sorry, my love. Me: Huh… I see you want to slow now eh. Martin: I’m sorry, my love. Me: You’re not my love. I have someone I love—let’s establish that fact. Call me something else. He paused, assessing the situation, thinking about everything that had happened between us and how it all started. Me: What are you thinking about now? Should I slap you? Martin: Gentle lion. Me: What? Martin: That’s what I’ll call you—the gentle lion. Me: Hmm… okay. So, what exactly should the gentle lion do now? Martin: Be the lion that you are—but gentle. For a moment, I drifted off, but I snapped back, staring at him as he spoke. Then, I let all the excuses fade into the background. I put him on his back. Gently, I started licking and tasting him like a prepared meal. Savouring the taste and the moment. I went down to his pillar, taking it in as slowly and gently as I could. Moving up and down with my mouth, I created an atmosphere of warmth around him. I raised his legs, continuing on his pillar. Having his legs resting on my shoulders, one arm was fiddling with his n!ppl@s while the other had a finger gently entering his @$$hole. I guess this is what he wanted. Gently, with lube from Tunde, one finger went in… then two. Gradually, as he arched, wriggling like a worm in a salt solution, I went into his house gently—but it seemed this wasn’t going to be easy. For the gates to his home weren't opening. Me: Do you still want this…? He pushed me up, and I sat on the bed with my back to the wall. Then he sat on me gently. By taking me with his own hand, he allowed me inside his house, grabbing me tightly as he let me in slowly. I could feel the unease on his face, just like I felt during my first time. I was entering his home gradually and I felt the warmth from inside. I remembered Tunde flooding my face with kisses to distract me from that area. Then I grabbed his face as he sat and kissed him with all the love I could find in that moment. Gently, I came out and went back in—no rush— In and out I went as gently as I could until it rained. Covered with my own rain because I had used an umbrella. I let out hot breaths of exhaustion, and so did he. When I looked at his face, I saw his smile. Finally, he got it just the way he wanted. He whispered, “Can you please help me let the rain out too, my gentle lion?” At first, I wanted to give him a touch of my mouth so he could rain. But he was a good guy, my own little guy. So I gave him my underballs like Mustapha had given him before. This, he liked, because he got to suck on tits and feel like a man. Then he let out the rain, and both of us slept like little babies who had just taken milk from their mothers. Drenched in sweats, with all the beddings wet with rain drops and sweats. By Whitman Micheal join us on Facebook OURSTORY TB I woke up to a call from a new number. Me: Hello? Obi: Are you still sleeping? No school today? Me: Yeah, no school. Who is this? I yawned like a lion. Obi: 😂😂😂 Bro, it’s me, joor! That’s when it hit me—my younger brother was coming today. Me: Ahh, Obi, kee kwan? (How are you doing?) Obi: I’m okay. Me: What time are you coming? Obi: Papa said he has an investors’ meeting today. Mama said she can’t go alone since the ceremony is over. So, I’m guessing you’ll have to come pick me up. Also, Papa said when you come, you’ll drive the old car with all my stuff and the food Mama made for your friends. Me: Ahh, Obi, that food was supposed to be for your friends—of which you have none for now. Okay, what time do you want me to come? Obi: You know you have to drive to and fro—you come pick me with the car and drive back. So, I’m guessing it’s all at your discretion. Me: Hmmm, Obi speaking English. Okay then, evening. Obi: Big bro, I miss you. Can’t wait to see you and spend time with you. Me: Yeah, same here. When I dropped the phone, I looked around and remembered the activities of the night before. Then I looked at Martin, still sleeping soundly but hugging me tightly. I wanted to wake him up and ask him to clean his room so my brother could stay with him, but something held me back. I got up, picked my used rubber with my raindrops, flushed it down the toilet, wore my clothes, and gave him a kiss. Then I left. By Whitman Micheal join us on Facebook OURSTORY TB I knocked on my door, and Ejiro opened it. First, I went to have a bath, then changed my boxers, and joined Mustapha and Ejiro on the bed. I stretched out my arms, hugging them both. They laughed, hugged me back, and we slept for at least an hour more. This time, I was woken up by another call—the police officer. I woke Mustapha and Ejiro and asked them to call Tunde. We decided that Mustapha, Ejiro, Tunde, Larry, and I would go to the police, while Nat took care of business. Nat: What about food? Me: Can you hold on till evening? I promise you, you’ll overfeed. Nat: Anything you say, my lord. Me: Come, what’s doing you? 😆 We got to the station, and the officer was there. After exchanging pleasantries, we sat in his office, and he spoke. Officer: Without hesitation, let’s get on with it. Have you considered all I said? Me: Yes, we did. And for the best, it’s okay to drop the case and reduce the publicity. Officer: Seeing you boys, I know that house rent, handouts, laptops, and phones are now the in-thing. So, I was thinking a sum of about 450,000 will take care of all this. This will go a long way to solve the issue and at least make you happy and smile. You’ll take your girlfriends out and have fun. How do you boys see it? For a moment, the silence was awkward, and he mistook our silence for surprise. Officer: Eh, I know the money is too much, but we’re willing to make it go away. Me: Excuse me, I’m sorry for the mistake. Officer: What mistake? Me: You see, my father is a district manager of one of the biggest banks in Nigeria. I have a trust fund that’s above your retirement savings. He relaxed into his chair. Me: Mustapha here has a father in charge of an entire division of the military unit of this country. So, we know money. What is 450k? Please, we will leave now and get a lawyer that will make this sound more serious. Officer: Okay, okay, I’m sorry. What’s the number? Ejiro: Didn’t you know you should’ve asked for that before assuming? Officer: Ahhh, this is really going to be tougher than I expected. Larry: You said his brother knows the IG, so tell him we’ll be here with a barrister. So that it’ll look more real. Officer: I’m sorry, young men. Please, pardon me. At least give me a number. Me: 15. Officer: 15? As in 15…? Me: Figure it out, officer. He knows the IG. Mustapha: Kai, officer kwo. Let me make it clearer. We are asking for 15 million. If they ask, you tell them 16 or any number above, the same way they tried to use you to make us collect peanuts. We are using you to make them pay coconuts, kwo. See, what we want is 15 million. If you tell them 20, five is for you, sekina. If they go lower than 15, you see that first amount you called—450k, kwo—that's what we will give you as a thank you. The officer was sweating, shocked by our intelligence and strategy. Me: You yourself know they won’t give you up to a million—that’s even if they gave you anything. Since you said it’s from the IG, it’ll only be a promise of promotion. The officer knew I’d hit the nail on the head, and it made him question himself on these negotiations. Officer: I really miscalculated. Get yourself a good lawyer when I ask you to, and I’ll be telling them you guys said 20 million, no more, no less. Me: Thanks for your understanding. Then we left the police station. Larry: Big bro, if this comes true, I promise to let you help me make decisions on that money. Me: Don’t worry, my dad is a great financial advisor. He’ll know how you can spend that sum and make it worthwhile. Larry: I have to go and see someone. All: Who? Larry: Relax, guys. This person is harmless. Me: Can we at least know where? Larry: Actually, it’s our hostel. Mustapha: Who do you want to see? Larry looked at me, and I knew it was Emma he wanted to meet. Me: Just go home and wait for us. Tunde: Are we going somewhere? Me: Yes, I want to introduce you to my parents. Mustapha and Ejiro laughed, but only Ejiro understood the joke. Tunde: Ahh, egbami! So you’ve proposed, and I didn’t know ni? Mustapha: His folks are nice. Wait, are we the ones to bring that big boy to school? Me: Seems so. Tunde: Finally! I have to meet the smaller versions of you and the older version of you. I smiled—he was referring to my brothers and dad. We went to my place. The officer called the chief, who was the older brother of Pastor Jeff. Chief: How did it go? Officer: Sir, these boys are way more intelligent than I thought. Chief: They refused 5 million naira?? Officer: Hmmm, not only did they refuse it, they made a demand of 20 million, threatening it will be more if it’s not done first. Chief: Hmmm, what sort of boys are these? What will they do with all that money? Okay, set up a meeting with them—not all of them, about three of them, including the main boy—so I can hear from them myself. I don’t want this to get messy. Officer: Okay, sir. Young boys nowadays—what will they do with money if not buy laptops, clothes, shoes, or cars? Chief: Just arrange the meeting. And I hope you actually gave them that offer of 5 million? He became sweaty and afraid. Officer: Eh, yes sir. We got home, and Mum was happy I brought friends. Ejiro and Mustapha she knew, but Tunde was new. So he got more attention since the others had lived in our house before. Dad was happy to see me. He gave me a tight hug, kissed my forehead, and left for work. Tunde got twice the meat we got at home, and coolers and warmers were loaded for us to take to school. She presumed we’d eat the food for at least two days. Dad asked me to drive back when the food was all consumed so I wouldn’t have to come and go multiple times. My mum loves Mustapha and Ejiro like her long-lost kids. When she comes out of the kitchen, she’ll feed Mustapha or Ejiro a piece of meat or fish from her hand to their mouths. We loaded the small Corolla, which was my dad’s first car before he got the others—of recent, though. I had learned how to drive when I stayed with Mustapha in the North. He taught me. I drove to school, and we all ate again while Tunde carefully kept all the soups in different takeaway containers to save up in the refrigerator for us while we devoured the rice. He also preserved the wrapped fufu and garri my mother made. I knocked at Martin’s door. When I entered, the room was swept clean and very neat—it even smelled nice. Me: Martin, this is Obi, my brother. Martin: Boss, how far? Welcome. Me: So he might come here sometimes until we get this room next door to you. Martin: Noo, we’re fine na. Why rent more rooms? Me: It’s fine. We need the space. Obi: I heard you’re in 100 level too. Me: Yes, you guys are in the same faculty but different departments, so you probably will do similar courses. Thank God Martin is a good boy—you’ll be brought up to speed. Obi: Okay, bro. I introduced everyone to him. They were just as stunned as he was—almost taller than me but lanky and slim like Martin. I guess it’s an age thing. When we left Martin’s room, I didn’t look at him or say anything to him. Later, the officer called the same day, but at night, asking when it would be convenient to have a meeting with the big guy himself. I said Saturday. Nat: Obi, where are you guys in your family running to with all these heights? Obi: 😂😂😂 I don’t know. I went out for a bit to relax on the balcony, then Tunde came up to me. Tunde: Omo, your mum was fun ooo! See how she took care of me. I need to come for holidays in your house so that she’ll give me meat and fish like Mustapha and Ejiro. Me: 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Fi mi lee. (Leave me alone.) Tunde: See you, speaking Yoruba. Ngwanu. (Alright.) Me: Hahahaha 😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Who taught you that? Tunde: 😂😂😂 Oya na. As we spoke and laughed, Obi came out. Tunde: Our brother has come—no more balcony, because he will be looking for you now. Me: Oya, get out of here. Obi: Bro, your guys are cool. Me: They are more like family. Obi: Yeah, but Larry is a man that looks like a girl—he is fine. Me: Hahahaha 😂🤣🤣🤣 So you like him? Obi: Ahh, noooo! Not that, biko, before Father will send me to the North. Me: Hahahaha 😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Ahhh, I don suffer. Obi: Relax, joor. 😂😂😂 Me: Why did you come out here? Obi: I just wanted to be near you. I don't want them to keep asking me many things. I smiled. Me: The university is a wild and wide place. Don’t get lost. Be your own man, and don’t let anyone drag you to do what you don’t want to do—not even me. Obi: Ahh, you ke? You can’t do me bad. I missed you like mad. Me: You keep saying that. Tell me, what’s that about? No talk say you don dey fall in love with your bro. Obi: Omo, the gay jokes around here are too 😂😂😂 much. It’s not like that, sha. Me: So tell me, what’s it like? Obi: You know, while you were drawn to Brother Uzo that time to learn boys' stuff, we—I mean me and Eke—were drawn to you. Being a man, you learned from Papa and Uzo. We, me in particular, learned from you. So, when Papa took you away, you were not the only one that was hurt—even me too, even Eke. We missed having you around to teach us and talk to us. I found out that my leaving was not only painful to me but also affected everyone I was connected to. I grabbed Obi and hugged him on that balcony. He was warm and hugged me tight too. How did I not know that a boy missed his brother so much? By Whitman Micheal Join us on Facebook OURSTORY TB Morals: Whether you have brothers or not, as far as you are a guy, you are someone's role model. Someone is looking up to you. If you have brothers and you are a guy or a girl, and you have younger sisters or even brothers, they are looking up to you. They see you as the version of themselves they will eventually grow into. If you do the wrong things, they will see it as things they can do too. So be careful and cautious of the attitude you display around younger ones. They are learning from you, consciously and unconsciously. Sometimes, when someone has made up their mind on what they want, there is no going back. Don’t go for financial negotiations without people who are more knowledgeable than yourself, so you don’t get cheated and cry later. Some mothers can be beyond blood and love any child they see. So cherish such mothers and show them love. By Whitman Micheal Join us on Facebook OUR STORY TB Please like, share, and comment. 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