Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 55
aba jay was skillfully displaying butterfly
the “deep” part of the River.
Man was “more” skillfully displaying backstroke
the “deeper” part of the River.
Brainbox was “most” skillfully displaying
b’reaststroke at the “deepest” part of the
While Mr Flow was “mostest” skillfully
“Okpolo” stroke at the shallow end of the
In Yoruba language, Okpólò means Frog, and it
could be interpreted to mean Awó in Igbo
I was peacefully swimming, or rather taking my
bath in the shallow part of the River, when
something grabbed my d’ick.
“yeeeeeeeeeh!! Fish don chop my p’rick oh!!
una help me oh!!” I cried out for help.
The Fish never saw the d’ick of Brainbox to
never saw the huge d’ick of Man to feed on, it
never saw the d’ick of Baba jay to munch. But
preffered the most precious d’ick of Flow, but
Or was my d’ick the biggest bait? No, of
it wanted the biggest bait, then Man’s d’ick
the right choice.
“aaaaaaaaaaaah!! Make una come help me, e
chop my p’rick oooh” i cried. All of a sudden,
Brainbox brought his head out of water right in
front of me, laughing at me. The others also
laughed beyond control.
At that moment, it dawned on me that
was the Fish that held my d’ick. “Brainbox,
kin play be this na?” I said. “so naso u like ur
reach” He replied still laughing. “oooh, so u no
ur own p’rick?” I said with a frown.
After about 10minutes, Brainbox came again
mischief, this time dragging me to the deep
the River. “Brainbox abeg na, i no sabi swim,
na” I pleaded, “na one day dem dey take learn
something” He said still dragging me
pleaded, and pleaded, all to no avail.
He took me to a very deep part and left me.
he left me, the current was moving so fast. I
my “Okpolo” stroke, but it failed me. The
was so strong that I was gradually flowing with
“Flow! Flow!! Flow!!!” my guys were cheering.
“Help!! Make una help!! I don dey die oh,
cried for help in my mind, i couldn’t speak it
because i had instantly gone d’umb.
The current was gradually pulling my body mass
and my friends were laughing. I was dying
and my friends were laughing. Otammiri was
me gradually and my friends were laughing.
“Lord am coming home, take my soul, if this is
where my life clock stop, then take my soul, but
my life clock hasn’t stopped yet, pls take my
and save me” I said a quick prayer. I stretched
my right hand in faith that the Lord would grab
and save me.
Just at the nick of time, a hand grabbed my
hand. It was the hand of Brainbox, or rather
hand of God.