AJEGUNLE: The Tale From The Ghetto (By Fikfaknuel) - Season 1 - Episode 8

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AJEGUNLE: The Tale From The Ghetto (By Fikfaknuel) - Season 1 - Episode 8

Kikelomo came back to the sitting room but instead of the young boy, she saw four men, who weren't really fully fledge men but the toughness of their face said otherwise. She saw a gun in one's hands, and her whole body shook. She didn't need to be told to sit down. These were surely robbers, she thought to herself. She still stood animatedly when the 'man of the moment' stumbled in, still half-asleep. A thunderous back-hand slap corrected his brain of such laziness and his eyes opened.

"Sit down" one of the 'unfriendly visitors' ordered.

Basiru almost obeyed, but then remembered he had a protection charm. He smiled, and his wife looked at him confused. Is this a prank? Or has her husband gone nuts? It could not be a prank though, as the smile was quickly followed by vicious blows to Basiru's belly. He refused to cough out blood though. James, the next-in-command to John Paul in his irritated anger at this man's persistence to beg for his life took a knife that was on the refridgerator.

He approached Basiru and held a light smile on his black lips. He looked into Basiru's eyes and searched for fear in them. He saw it not. He looked closer, yet, fear was very far from them. Basiru did something stupid, or brave, for there was a very thin line between the two. He slapped James.

James had been given license to whatever he so wanted, and he looked at John Paul to ascertain whether he caught the event. He did, but chuckled, and signalled him to do to him anything, except kill him.

He could have sworn with his life that he stabbed Basiru's hand with the knife, but there was no blood, or wound, just the scar. By now, Basiru seated comfortably in his hostage seat, as James tried in-vain to extract blood from his body. Kikelomo's mouth opened wide at what she was seeing, her suprise was warranted, as this was more than what she had seen in movies. She broke down in tears as she wondered why she married an ifa priest in the guise of a husband. The other two members of the cult present also watched in awe.

James smiled, for he knew exactly what John Paul was thinking at this moment; a protection charm only provided a physical shield. A protection charm didn't turn one into superman and able to resist emotional pain. For every superman, there was a Lana Lang.

He turned and John's actions were merely echoing his thoughts. John was self-pleasuring himself but his gang members knew he was getting ready for real action.

"Bring the wife to me, will you?" John said to a member, and before long, Kikelomo was kneeling down in front of John who grinned, her breasts looked succulent and pleasurable. Her night clothing flowed freely and gave him sneak peeks of what he was going to enjoy in no minute.

He laughed hysterically at Basiru, whose facial expression could not be mistaken. It screamed "oh, no!"

To Be Continued...