The Preacher Son

Episode 41

The next morning i woke up by 8pm because no one woke me up and smelled a nice aroma coming from the parlour.

I quickly rushed and brushed my teeth and i went to the dining room to meet Tolu waiting for me with a cocky smile her dimpled face.
“How was your night”she asked me.

Like she dont know how my night was, well she molested me abi we molested ourselves.
“It was fine” i answered her and sat down and joined her in the breakfast of scrambled eggs, bread and tea.

We ate in silence with her stealing glances at me like she had won a million naira un lottery on my head.

After everything, we went to watch television and as if she knew that i knew what she did the last night she started kissing me and romancing my chest while i sat like a macho man but i was turned on already and i could not stop this fresh food that just awaited me.
We had one round while she taught me different skills and position.

That girl was really a pro, she was just bleeping me like a PornStar.

I slept and wake up with my head feeling like a whole metal had been droped untop, she wanted more like she was a machine but i ran into my room and closed the door.

I avoided her like a plague until her parents came back, because my conscience was hitting me like a tsunami.

Our lives returned back to normal and finally the d-day reached.

Christmas was my most eventful day because i always had new clothes and that was the day even a begger can eat and reget rice.

A poor family always produce rice from no where, i dont know if they had been hiding their rice somewhere till christmas.

There were dishes to wash, visitors to attend to and even meat to steal.

Sorry i dont mean stealing, but what do you called an act of carrying an excess amount of meat that belong to someone else.

I was just helping them to finish what would have been given to their dogs at the end of the day.

My parents and siblings came in the afternoon and i begged them to take me back atleast for that day and the next because my hands were scratching me to throw knockouts.

They agreed and we all left after eating food and meat that made our stomachs budge, i reached north bank(where we stayed then) and i quickly ran to kolo house.

He was happy to see me and quickly brought some packets of knockouts and gave to me.
I was so overjoyed and i totally forgot what hapened to us when we went to buy last neither did i care to ask where he bought it from.

I had totally forgot the state government warning on throwing of knockouts.

We went out to an open field and started throwing knockouts to all passerbys especially girls and little children who scrambled in fear when ever we throw it at them.

We saw an old woman who was walking at our direction and we hid ourselves and when she came near we threw it at her unknowingly.

The sound almost made her jump out of her skin while we laughed like mad dogs.

“This children, police go catch una” the woman cursed.

“Go call them na” we shouted at her in ecstasy and fun. Not knowing that what ever an elderly person says it always comes to pass.

We kept on throwing knockouts when we heard a car noise behind us and a voice shouted.

“All of you, stay where you are”
we turned round to face the most dreaded police group in the whole of Benue state- OPERATION ZENDA.

Operation zenda is a military/police group who specialize in the captor of armed robbers, cultists and also miscreants like us.

Word has it that operation zenda were made up of ex-prisoners and bad dudes who were pardon and alowed a unit to catch criminals which the nigerian police where afraid to handle.

The always tie a red bandana on their heads and they were always on mufti. You could ask any cultist in makurdi what his greatest fear is and their name would be mentioned for you.

People said a slap from the hands of one of those dudes could make a man confess his sins, there was a time they were chasing thieves and had a flat tire and stop at a vulcanizer’s shop to pump their tyres