[Story] Love, Lust And Lost

8 years ago

[Story] Love, Lust And Lost

The process continued till Kazeem stopped uttering nonsense from his mouth. The student really laughed that day and it would have been hard to know who Mr. John had flogged as the whole class were in tears.

That seemed to have happened a year back but it was still fresh in Adefemi’s memory. How one could forget such scenario appeared to be the smile on his face as his gaze met Kazeem’s when Mr. Oriyomi the French teacher took centre stage soon as Mr. Falade left.

“i want to tell you all a brief and short story” he said adjusting his tie that hung below his navel, – as his pot-belly protruded out the stripe white and blue shirt he wore.

“This story is about a village boy called Akpan. He was popularly called Akpan the Lazarus. Ask me why he was called Akpan the Lazarus” Mr. Oriyomi requested as the students with a moment’s thought gave chorus answers that rang out “why sir?.”

“Very good!” he said, paused for a moment to breathe-in and proceeded “because he had many injuries on his body. He always had wounds on his body.”

There were noise coming from the students that sounded as if they sighed “hmmmmm!!!” or they were asking one another “is that so?” a surprised and mocking tone.

But the French teacher continued “there was a day he had gone to the nearest town to visit his uncle when he was kidnapped by unknown men on his way and he was blindfolded and bundled like firewood. He was put into the boot of an old-station wagon car, 1989 model and later found himself amidst victims that were meant to be used for money rituals.”

The student who never knew what lessons to learn from his story did not pay attention, – rather were busy gossiping silently with their colleagues. While those who were interested in his story and seeing some moral lessons to learn from it exclaimed “Arh!!!” as Mr. Oriyomi continued his narration, the attentive students being eager.

Meanwhile,……………………….

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On the other part of the school were different SS3 students running here and there.

“Guy catch am, catch am” a guy shouted pursuing his victim.

“No let am go o” another said holding a table knife in his right hand, on the trail of same person.

“please guy, abeg. Na beg i dey beg you, no do am” the intended victim stumbled on a stone and fell to the ground, hurriedly facing up to his assailants as he crawled backwards with his elbow.

“No do wetin?. So you sabi do am to person but you no want make them do am to you?” one of his colleagues whose uniform was already torn rag said. His trousers were torn pieces and his shirt only remained his collar and small cloth on a hand. The remaining had been torn by his colleagues who were enjoying their last day at the Senior secondary school.

The SS3 students were busy tearing one another’s uniform as they had finished their last paper and the uniform would no longer be useful. Many of the final year students were in short jean trousers they had put on in anticipation of that event. But those who had made mouth no one could tear their uniforms came to write their exams unprepared. Many of them got disappointed as their clothes were badly torn. Some girls had only their bras and small tights on. When their uniforms were torn, they had nothing to do, not even to move out of the school premises. Those who were allowed by their principals’ back into their classrooms, – hid making calls to their relatives who could help them bring clothes to the school, so they could be able to go home.

Many of the male students were just so rugged, their appearances looked like mad people who had escaped Yaba-left or Aro (Psychiatrist hospital-, the place were mad people were kept) in Abeokuta. Their female counterparts though shameful in only their under-wears, were better than them, as their own uniforms were torn completely out of their body. The males were a bit hard to tear, so those who couldn’t succeed tearing it all due to struggles by the owner, had to leave them half torn. But up to a certain degree, they thought were satisfied and could not possibly be worn again, if at all the owner had the intention of putting them on again.

“Guy, we must tear this your uniform o, nothing wey you fit do” the second guy said. He had no uniform on, just socks showing in the shoe he wore. He was in a short boxers and a round-neck armless vest.

They descended on the the guy and tore his T-shirt. His trousers were a bit hard to tear but the table knife which was meant for the purpose was handy. They tore the uniform to their satisfaction and left the guy uninjured but on his white pants. Pity he had not come in a boxers or brought any trousers along. how would the nigga go home?

“Hold her, hold her!!. She must not escape o” other groups shouted spotting a male student holding a girl far-off at the middle of the school field. The girl was pleading so much, promising the guy that held her many things if he let her go “please let me go. Don’t let them tear my uniform, i have only my pants and bra on” she shed tears, her hands clasped running against each other “i don’t have any spare clothes to go home in once my uniform gets torn” she continued pleading.

“I promise you 5k once you let me go. I promise i would give you once you just don’t let this guys coming towards us tear my uniform” her nose was dripping snot, tears took march-pass on her face.

The guy thought for a moment what he should do,- with the mob of students racing towards them. They were much as if they had mean the girl. “Yap, ‘na the girl were they always claim to fine pass.’

“You have to run fast with me” the guy finally said “come with me” and they took race to the Astro Turf stadium that was very close to the school pitch. That was the only escape route. If they should pass through the path at the side of the Astro Turf which led to the Akande and Ilado Community High School, – there was possibility other SS3 from those schools would attack them and tear the lady’s uniform. The girl immediately the guy took-off grabbing her hands, she charged her legs and before the guy could know it, the girl shook free her hand, and ran faster than he did. ‘Omo this girl they run o!’ the guy thought and ran to catch up with her.

“Thank you so much Wale, you are such a darling!” Ope said as Wale arrived with the clothes he had helped her bring from home. Her uniform had been torn out of her body.

“You’re welcome babe. Are we going to do that mummy and daddy thing tonight?”

“hanha, Wale!!! Don’t you know more than that” she asked collecting the clothes from him as he brought it out of the bag.

Wale was Adefemi’s uncle who had convinced he be worked into Wahab High School. The school he attended and passed out in 2003 but his girlfriend was just finishing. It had spelt a lot of advantages for Adefemi, for he needed not to spend his money as he had a school mother in Ope. No one could bully him and go free.

Ope was some 4’9 in height, ebony and fun loving girl. Her legs were slightly-K but they were better than a complete bow-legs. While Wale was a heavily built guy of 5’7, he was a bit fair in complexion. He had trilled many crowds back in St. Gregs wHere he first attended before moving to Wahab due to some irregularities and had never stopped trilling the crowd with his dance moves and miming of DMX and Sisqo’s tracks till he passed out. He had mimed many dances by M.J and Usher that had drawn many females to him. Nothing seemed to have changed about him, as he was still a womanizer.

“We will do that doggy style and you will do the ridding thing like you did 2 days ago” he grinned, giggled and looked out of the canteen they were, at a ladies booty moving side to side in her transparent tight which revealed the lines of her p@anties.

“Wale!!! when will you stop all this adultery of yours? I just pray you don’t give me gonorrhea with this your promiscuous act. It seems i will start using condom whenever we want to have s*x.” she complained and zipped up the jean trousers she has put on, jumping a little off the ground so that the trousers could move further a bit, as females do while putting on tight-fitting trousers.

His cheerfulness changed soon as he heard her say what she said. “i have stop looking” he said in a frail voice “what is this pointing out of youR blouse” he said referring pointedly to her Tips which was not even showing but to make her take her mind of the protection she said she would start using whenever they wanted to have s*x.

“you are not serious” she said and they left the canteen, walking across the sand field, – heading towards the school gate when they saw guys and ladies alike grabbing Aminat’s uniform and tearing it off her body.

Aminat was a crazy girl, very s*xy** and classy, though she was totally an Islander who does as if she stayed in Lekki or VGC. Sometimes she doesn’t put on pants to school, not even a tight hung below her skirt some times when she comes to school. Many guys had seen her as a developing Aristo girl. She was just learning the trade but to her, her huge butt0ckz were too big enough for pants to contain. She felt uncomfortable putting them on, – either pants or tight. Whenever she walked, her butt0ckz were always shaking in her school skirt. Many of the male teacher’s lust for her. Her male classmates and other guys from other schools in the complex too, were in contention to get her la!d.

But this day would have been a bad day not to come without an underwear for her. Girls had mean her the same way guys had done.

She lost balance and fell as her butt0ckz were too huge to aid her legs any free thrust back and forth as she ran. Her butt0ckz rather added burden to her life than the admiration she was getting to possess them huge and flaunt. She would have regret having them this day as they couldn’t aid her running legs.
As she fell, her skirt was blown by what students called ‘Ashewo breeze’ that often knocked to expose girls underneath, by blowing their skirt up. It was evident through her black cunt she wore no pants.

Ladies grabbed her school shirt and tore it off her body, only her sit-back and bra were able to cover her b0s0m a little. But the guys went for her skirt,- it was hard to tear but blades were handy, not minding if they injured one another with it but taking every caution, – so as not to turn what they saw as fun into some blood spilling horrific scene.

‘taaaaarrrrrrrr! fffffffffffffaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrhhh!!’ they tore and behold what came out revealing themselves.

huge asses!

she felt ashamed but it didn’t move her colleagues. Today was made for tearing of final years’ students uniform to some, but to others who had her in mind, it was meant to ridicule this ‘dirty’ that often claimed class.

“see as them mess madam tush up” Ope said and did some familiar cat walks Aminat did, with her chest puffed out, and her back-side raised up as though they could take some rod from above. ;

To Be Continued….