Must Read: Confessions Of A Rough, RuggedAnd Raw 9ja Guy - Season 1 - Episode 73

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Must Read: Confessions Of A Rough, RuggedAnd Raw 9ja Guy - Season 1 - Episode 73

We took a bike and headed for
Sly’s place, two on a bike, it was
still early hours in the morning,
as i sat on the bike on my way
there i was hoping we met him, i
couldnt wait to get my hands on
him, i became jumpy, my heart
beating very fast, thinking about
the look on his face when he
sees me, i still didnt know what i
ld do to him but i knew that
either way it goes, someone was
going to get hurt cos i was
feeling very upset, anger burning
within my chest, i was filled with
rage, and before i knew it, at
thesame time i had the thoughts
of Salma running in my head, her
tears, the pains, the humiliation,
and the crazy things he must
have done to the defenceless girl,
who was so scared and didnt
know who to run too, the
particular thought that was
driving me mad was him forcing
her to bed even after we started
dating, ‘choi!, insult, my precious
Obosiasis, no fear at all, base on
the strong man he thinks he is’,
today i was ready to clear his
doubt and make all of Salma’s
pain go away, she was my Girl, so
she deserved better, i was ready
to put an end to this misery and
make sure he never ever goes
close to her again, i want to hurt
him to the extent that when he
sees Salma, he ll take another
way, thats howmuch i wanted to
hurt this guy, my hatred towards
him had gotten to a whole the
level, as in the height of it, i have
never detested someone like that
in my life before but this particulr
guy was worth it.

we got there finally, highlighted
and told the bikes to wait behind
for us, they knew us, they took
us on missions, some of them
were town decks ( indigenes
that belonged).

The compound was very quiet, it
was a face me i face you kind of
apartment, it was almost 7 ‘0’
clock in the morning, a dark girl
like that was outside washing, as
she saw some weird looking
guyz dat wasnt smiling, all
dressed in all round black with lil
bags hung on around their
shoulders, she paused and
stared fearfully, (as far say nah
campus environment, if you see
men like that, that early you sef
go fear) nobody said a thing to
her, cos no one had her time, we
had already done our home-
works, so we knew exactly
where the retardee’s room was,
we didnt need anybody’s help in
identifying it.

We stuck to the plan, nothing
was to change, myself and Hefty
stood at the entrance door, his
height and body alone covered
the whole entrance, we called
him hefty cos he was so huge, he
works out alot with a Rambo
face to match, as the poor girl
washing saw the arrangement,
she ran leaving her clothes
behind, stood from afar and
watched, i wonder who was
chasing her but base on logistics,
it was out of fear.
Flames and Solo went to the back
entrance, stood there like Angels
guarding heaven’s gate, while
Perry and Samba went to Sly’s
door.

Samba took the job of knocking
gently on the door, while the rest
of us watched from were we
stood, as he was knocking with
one hand, the other hand was
inside his bag.

He kept knocking for a while, and
finally i could hear a voice i was
conversant with coming from
inside the room,
”who be that?

Who be that?” the voice kept
asking,
but no one was in the mood to
answer,
As i heard the voice, i gave dem
guyz a sign to confirm that he
was the one, and i got signs and
gestures in return which i
interpreted to be they were glad
we met the b@$tard at home,
Perry gave me a sign, placed a
finger on his throat like he was
going to slice it, ‘yes’ it is about
to go down.
When the persistent knock
continued on the door, the
mudafu-Cka(Sly) had no choice
than to open it to see who his
knocker was, just as he opened
the door, he met a bull(gun)
pointing angrily on his head, just
like bushmeat catching hunter, i
was waiting for the James Bond
as Salma had always portrayed
him to be, expecting him to
shout, but the guy was as silent
as a mute.
Samba and Perry forced him into
his room, where i stood, i could
hear Samba’s voice,
”Come go down before
groundnut enter your head” He
thundered,
”nah wetin i do,
nah wetin i do” i could hear the
mudafu-Ckers voice crying out like
a voice in the wilderness,
we started entering his room
one after the other, he kept
seeing strange faces, one, two,
three before he knew he had
seen five armed men, he would
be wondering who he offended,
before i finally entered and
rescued him from his misery,
misery from who he has
offended, in my mind i was like
”this would be fun, this is
judgement day” …