7 Must Read Books By African Authors

 

Story telling is such a beautiful art. More than any other people, Africans have mastered this art the best. Just take a look at the hieroglyphics from Egypt and how they tell tales of the times of the Pharaohs, tales that would have been otherwise lost.
Contemporary African authors have taken the African stories to paper and ink, a medium that will ensure the African story is never forgotten. There are many great books by African authors, some of whom I have not been privileged to read. Yet. Here however are my 10 must read books by African Authors for all lovers of literature and story telling.

1. The African Child – Camara Laye

I read this as a 11 year old and loved every word. In it, Laye describes life, growing up as an African child in Guinea, West Africa. Deeply nostalgic, the book is an autobiography portraying a vision of Islamic and ancient African community in the pre colonial era, a time when tradition engendered mutual understanding and respect for all.

2.The Beautyful Ones Are Not Yet Born – Ayi Kwei Armah

This is another childhood favorite although I didn’t understand much of it then until I read it a second time as an adult. It is a satirical attack on the Ghanaian society during Kwame Nkrumah’s regime and the period immediately after independence in the 1960. The book is regarded by many as a close second to Chinua Achebe’s Things Fall Apart as one of the finest books to come out of Africa.

3.The Narrow Path – Francis Selormey

One word to describe this one? Nostalgic. Effortless. Okay that is two words but what a perfect book. Selormey takes us a journey of childhood in rural Ghana. Growing up as the first child has its pains and joys for our little hero and you can’t help but root for Kofi, not even when he is beinga little rascal. Like an African Child, this book is descriptive and filled with imagery that will stay with you for a long time.

4. Weep Not Child – Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o

Ngugi does a great job with this story, weaving fiction and non-fiction seamlessly into a wonderful tale. It is a moving story about the effects of the Mau Mau war on the lives of ordinary men and women in Kenya.

5.Things Fall Apart – Chinua Achebe

Take a deep bow people. This is one of the finest books ever written- by anyone, from wherever. It is probably the best known African novel and has become one of the world’s most influential literary masterpieces. Since publication, nearly 12 million copies have been sold(did i hear someone say ‘bestseller’), with translations into more than 50 languages.

The book has been made into TV series- I clearly remember Pete Edochie’s apt interpretation of the book’s hero Okonkwo.

6. The Passport of Mallam Ilia – Cyprian Ekwensi

Ekwensi is one of an unsung hero of African story telling. From Jagua Nana to Toads for Supper, this wordsmith captures our minds with beautiful tales from all over Nigeria. The Passport of Mallam Ilia is an adventure set in Northern Nigeria and has everything a thriller should possess-adventure, love, betrayal and suspense. It is a beautiful story that will stay with you, long after the last page

7. Cry The Beloved Country – Alan Paton

Your heart cannot help but fill with love and hope after reading this masterpiece. I saw the movie first but no matter, it didn’t spoil the book for me. This is probably the most famous and important novel in South Africa’s history and it became an immediate worldwide bestseller in 1948. It is the deeply moving story of the Zulu pastor Stephen Kumalo and his son, Absalom, set against the background of a land and a people riven by racial injustice.

In The Midnight [A Story] – Part 25

Linda and I walked home, I was Quiet.

She did most of the talking, most of which were totally irrelevancies.

We arrived home, I told Linda I would meet her at home, I wanted to get Airtime to call Sandra.

We spoke and i sent her a message afterwards.

I arrived home, I noticed everywhere was dark. I turned around, and glanced at our neighbour’s
rooms, There was light.

I slowly walked in and tried to trace the light switch with my hand.
“Don’t turn it on Jeff” Linda said as she walked towards me.
She came to where I was, dragged me to the bed. We k!ssed.

“I love you Jeff” she said, soon as our lips parted.

“Personally, I knew it couldn’t possibly be love,just an Extension of her Excitement” She was sitting on my belly.

“You’re are going to fvck the hell out of me today” she said.

I laughed, but I couldn’t laugh as much as I wanted, because she was sitting on my belly.

She undid my buttons, almost tearing them apart.

I took off her dress, and unhooked her br@.

I craved to have a sight of those b°°bs of hers.

But It was too dark.

So I just Sucked on her N!pples.

I wasn’t putting on any belt, so she undid the button and pulled my trouser and my shorts at the same time.
I was finally as she wanted me to be, N@ked!.
She bent and licked my balls, then eventually to
my d!ck, she wrapped her hand around my
rooster, while her mouth was on the tip, then
began stroking.
The feeling was Heavenly!
Linda stood up, and slowly, sat on my d!ck.
Then she began Moving up and down on it.
She moaned Wildly, as she pumped up and down
on my d!ck.
Something funny happened.
She was riding with so much passion, my d!ck
got out of her p*ssy and pierced her @nus.
She Screamed and fell by the bed side.
I began laughing, I didn’t know if I was suppose
to Apologise.
I decided to take control of the wheels, I spread
her legs apart, until they formed a V shape.
Then ferociously slid my d!ck into her hole of
infinite pleasure.
She moaned, am not sure ave ever had a girl
moan so loudly.
She kept saying
“Fvck me Jeff, Fvck me and don’t you dare ¢um”
I wasn’t even near ¢uming.
How I manage to last very long during $ex
without cuming, is I think about an ugly past
experience or situation that gets me so upset.
And the one I always used happened when I was
11 years old.
My dad made me spend the night outside, for not
washing the plates.
He came back, from work that evening, he met
me washing my school uniform, it was about
6pm.
“Why haven’t you washed the plates?” he asked.
he wasn’t even ready to listen to my reply.
“So you want your mum to come back from work
to wash the plates for you?” he asked again.
Little me, just stood there, not knowing the
appropriate reply to give.
He pounced on me, and beat me. I managed to
find an opportunity to run out of the house.
He locked the Gate, and warned every member of
the family to not let me in.
It was so cold and quiet outside, and a long night.
I kept walking from streets to streets looking for a
place to sleep.
I found a platform, I lay there, on the cold
cemented floor, with mosquitoes, making the
night even more Unbearable.
In the morning, I walked back home, I met the
door open.
Immediately he saw me, he picked a stool and hit
it on my head.
I cried.
Amidst tears, I said “Why are you so Wicked?”
“You call me wicked?” he said, with his eyes
bulging out.
he picked a log of wood, which he had probably
spared for me.
My mum came to my rescue, she stood between
him and me.
Well that was a long time ago, he’s dead but it
still hurts.
So during $ex, once I bring up that painful
memory, ¢uming becomes the last thing on my
mind.

I continued banging Linda in that same position, then moved up to her b°°bs, placed my d!ck on her cleavage, then Squeezed her b°°bs together and began thrusting.

I later turned her around.(D*ggy)

I slapped her @ss, as I thrust at high speeds.

“Yes baby, slap my @ss” she said.

“No kill yourselves oh!”

Someone said, as he passed the front of my room,

It was Justin, one of my Neighbors.

Linda and I paused for a while, then began laughing.
i stopped thrusting, and let her move her @ss forward and backward.

I took Linda to my reading table.

Spread her legs again, then buried my head in her V*gina, I licked her ¢lits like my life depended on it.

She moaned, without restraint, then later pulled my head up to where she was.

“I love you Jeff” She said

I paused looking into her eyes

“Do you love me too?” She asked.

To Be Continued…..

The Temptation [A Story] – Part 1

No one can accuse me of any wrong doing. After all, there was nothing wrong with what I said two weeks ago at the parish. It was the kind of things Priests like myself and Pastors were expected to do – help the needy; place poor kids on scholarship and even foot hospital bills for those who cannot afford to. So I was only toeing in that line when I asked every young teen between the ages of 18 and 21 in the church, who needed a little vacation job, to apply through Deacon Agbo. Since I would be needing someone to regularly cook, clean my house and office until Mr. Ignatius my housekeeper – who went to briefly be with his daughter that recently put to bed (he was a single parent); returned from his visit, I had to throw the ‘job’ offer open to young teenagers in the church. I felt it was a good way of assisting one of them and helping him understand he could earn benefits if he works hard. I was going to pay whoever it finally turned out to be on a weekly basis and he was going to use the guest bedroom downstairs, at the Rectory where I lived – at least, until his services weren’t needed anymore. The only requirements was that he had to have the fear of god and the diligence to do the little chores he would be required to do, such as cooking and cleaning. And of course, it had to be a male, for obvious reasons.

Temptation

She was the only girl who applied for the position among over 25 applications Deacon Agbo received and Mirabel which she told me her name was, was equally the youngest! She was exactly 18 years and 2 weeks old. And was getting set to write her entrance matriculation examination into the University. She was so young and innocent that she felt not even a tad of embarrassment or shame telling me, during my interview with her, that she wasn’t a virgin anymore! That was after I had asked her if she was already a member of the ‘Daughters of Trichet’ – our parish society for young virgin girls who are dedicated to giving alms and showing mercy to the community. It shocked me quite significantly, as to how she could so easily reveal that to me. But it also explained in a very glaring way, that she was still very innocent and naive. Of course, I already had my rules and it included that I wasn’t going to consider any other persons outside the ‘male and destitute’ bracket. But the later, was why I even had to invite her for an interview. Part of the application requirement was to explain to the deacon why you needed the ‘vacation job’ and the deacon explained to me that she said her parents won’t be able to pay for her coming exams; so she had to apply. That was what attracted the sympathy. And she was seating with me at my office Monday morning.

During our two-hour-plus chat, I got to know more about Mirabel. While she was still very young and probably gullible, I could still attribute some of her personal challenges to her parents. Most especially, her mother. While we spoke, she explained how her poor mum would leave home for several days in search of willing potential clients she could do menial jobs for. Her dad was a paralytic and had been retrenched out of a job since Mirabel was 10.

She had to grow up mostly without the close attention of her mum and with little or no attention from her sick father either. She struggled through Secondary school and had to finish two years older than usual. I had to blame her mum for the avoidable problems because Mirabel told me that her mum’s younger sister who had recently secured a Federal job began offering her the old shop where she used to sell female shoes, knowing she wasn’t going to be continuing with the business. But her mum refused the free offer, out of sheer ego – she wasn’t comfortable continuing with a business her younger sister had ‘just left’. Her ego apparently put them through very difficult times and it seriously affected Mirabel’s growing up.

She was disvirgined by a late Deacon who I happen to know very well. And that was after her parents had to hand her over to him for care when they couldn’t just feed her and the little brother anymore. The seeming absence of a mother’s attention was telling on her. Even the way she sat in my office that morning (she couldn’t sit with your legs pressed together for once), showed she missed a thing or two in the ‘how to be a girl’ grooming classes.

Even though Mirabel was from a very poor home and needed the job more than anyone else, I wasn’t sure that was the likely reason I began to consider her for the role. Or maybe it was, but not the major reason at all. I had to later suspect, it was probably because she was outlandishly beautiful! I already know how that feels hearing that from a priest, but I have to come out and say it. I was by every inclination touched by the radiating beauty of the young innocent Mirabel!

The way she packed her hair that morning was worthy of note and it easily fit her finely cut face! Her eyes were like glaring light bulbs and never stopped looking excited, while the perfect combination of her ridged nose and pouty lips never ceased appealing to me at every moment she smiled. The fact that she was always laughing or spotting a grin, was what particularly caught my charm! Of course, I was a priest and under celibacy. I don’t want to say I am a virgin but I am, technically – since I hadn’t touched a woman since after I took my Vow of Chastity. I can equally add, in a whisper though, that I had a normal childhood and did what other kids did. I had a few crushes and saw a few nudies before teenage-hood was over.

I basically dropped most of these habits though, except for masturbation which I carried into the Seminary. ‘Fortunately’ it was something that was quite common within the walls of the institution so I hardly found it difficult getting on with it until I eventually stopped it about 14 years ago. That said, it does look clear that all those were likely done out of youthful stupidity and I always thought I wouldn’t ever go back into them again – most especially, masturbation. After all, I was a 42 year old man now and it had been like a millennium since I got involved with any carnal lusting of the soul! I couldn’t be so hurriedly pictured as being lustfully driven already for simply admitting that a young good-looking girl like Mirabel was beautiful. While it was always going to be questionable for a female to share an empty house with a male priest, I had to think the fact she was in need, ‘might’ outweigh the question mark over the decision. She had looked like a well mannered and amiable girl during the interview, and I was moved to bring her home; even if I was obviously, letting temptation!

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Mirabel moved into my Rectory, Tuesday Evening. It looked like none of us had the desire to spend further time before doing so. I sincerely was eager to assist her and even wondered how the parish hadn’t leant about herself and her family before now. Probably, the parents weren’t interested in approaching any other deacons after the kind of treatment they got from the previous deacon – that is, if the parents were aware of what he did to her. The deacon was likely rotting in hell, given what he had done to such a poor humble kid. He had an opportunity to help just like I had gotten and yet he spurned it. I was already making the most of mine. I had decided to add an additional N2,ooo to the initial N5,ooo I had budgeted weekly for the vacancy, just to make sure she saves enough for herself. I was placing her with some extra-classes where she would be brushed up ahead of her exam.

I had also taken it upon myself to pay for the entrance exam separately as well as foot her first two tertiary tuition fees when she eventually secures admission into school. You needed to see how overjoyed she was! She laughed and laughed displaying her finely arranged immaculate set of teeth! She even almost embraced me if not for the large office table between us! For the first time in my life, I felt like I had a daughter and got immense satisfaction seeing her gladden up for what I had promised to do for her! However, as I drove her to her temporary home, something deep inside of me, kept insisting that I was doing all those for the wrong reasons. Of course, I didn’t waste any time in pushing such thoughts away, with a very quick Sign of the Cross!

As Mirabel moved in her bags, I got to know how much property she actually had, for the first time. She basically had so little and I had to wonder how the clothes she had with her could take her through the 3 months she was going to stay in the Rectory. I could only see a small sling bag which I suspected contained her very few shoes. And two Nylon bags which I could see held her cloths! There were no books, toiletries and stuffs like that, let alone a jewelry box! She was almost without anything! I had to wonder where I would begin helping from in that area. I had no knowledge of female clothing and I was scared giving her money to buy cloths herself might be poor judgment. She was such an unprivileged child. And how I was happy to assist her every difficulty. She didn’t even ever seem to have any problems in the world! I think that was what I loved most about her – she was always cheerful and happy! She was slightly a talkative and that made her an immensely enjoyable person! Just within the few hours I have got to know her, she had already told me more than a textbook worth of details about herself and her family! She also told me how she had announced the new ‘vacation job’ she got to her parents and how they felt so relieved.

I now knew they were planning to come to my office on a thank you visit sometime next week. Of course, I tried discouraging that as I wasn’t interested in receiving any gratifications for what I was doing for them. But that didn’t deter Mirabel from continuing with her many revelations! She made the very short journey to my Rectory very enjoyable! And even as I showed her around the house, she openly displayed a soothing acceptance for her new but temporary home. Unfortunately, I had very few minutes more before the Evening Mass and was already almost running out of time. I had to hand her over the key since there was no way she could attend Mass after just arriving. She needed the time, to make herself comfortable.

To Be Continued…

In The Midnight [A Story] – Part 24

couldn’t lie to Sandra, because there was no other potent reason to why I would stay back in school when everyone else was leaving.
So I had to tell her the truth.

“The friend I was speaking to when you called earlier on, said she would be coming over to write post utme, so that’s the reason why I would be staying back.”

Sandra knew I was telling the truth, but from her facial charisma, one could tell, she didn’t really like the idea.
her reply was “Okay”

The following day, which was the day, most students would be taking off, Sandra and Ibro Inclusive; I accompanied Sandra to the Motor park, together with Ibro.

So Jennifer and Ibro were together in the park, while I was with Sandra, pulling her luggage.

I insisted on paying her transport fare, she declined, I begged her to let me pay, she didn’t. At the end I just gave up.

But I got her some edibles, and handed them over to her, I was glad she accepted them.

Sandra and I were Standing, waiting on other passengers to complete the required Number.

I noticed Amarachi standing, afar off, precisely where Abia Buses are.

She was standing with a Guy, their hands all intertwined as they talked and laughed.

She later noticed me, she excused herself from the guy and began walking towards us.

A great part of me was scared, but I decided to keep calm.

“Hi Jeff” she said as she approached us.
“Hi Amarachi” I replied
“Amarachi, this is my girlfriend, Sandra” I said pointing to Sandra.
“Sandra right? Jeff has told me so much about you” Amarachi said as she extended a hand to Sandra.
Sandra blushed.
Amarachi later left.

“What have you been telling her about me?” Sandra asked, turning to face me.
“Well, about how much you mean to me and how incomplete I am without you” I said. with my hands deep in the side pockets of my Cardigan
“Wow!” she said.

She moved forward and k!ssed me, in the presence of a lot of people In the park, which were mostly students
And it wasn’t just a brief k!ss, she took her time.
“Hmmm, what was that for?” I asked.
“I’ll miss you” she replied.

I think her trust for me increased when Amarachi made that Statement, that statement shaved away all the thoughts or possibilities of Amarachi and I having any indecent Affair.

Sandra got into the bus, the bus was about to zoom off, she waved at me through the closed transparent glass window.

I saw drops of tears going down her cheek.

I could have taken bike home, but I decided to walk, A lot was going through my mind.

My life in school became really boring, everywhere was quiet, a few other guys, stayed back too, as they would also be having visitors.

Linda arrived on the 30th of July, two days to her exams.

I went to the motor park to wait for her.

She looked hot, I could barely identify her.

She was walking towards me, I pretended to be looking elsewhere trying to trace her.
“Hey she said!”

I opened my mouth in amazement

“Linda! Look at you, you look even better than the last time I saw you” I said with my hands spread out and my eyes glaring at her from head to toe.

I took her to my place, she took her bath and I took her out,to a restaurant, that was about 6pm.

“Is this a date?” she asked

“A date? Nah, I have a girlfriend”

My response saddened her a bit, she kept quiet as we both ate.

She kept giving me Monosyllabic replies.

We arrived home, my bed was big enough, even for three.

I had earlier anticipated $£x, but considering her present mood, I was sure nothing like that was gonna happen.

We both lay on the bed, with eyes open, if anything was going to happen, I wouldn’t be the one to invoke it, that was my resolution.

And she didn’t make any move either.

so we both slept off.

I woke up the following morning, to an aroma of egg being fried, it was breathtaking.

I was about getting off the bed, Linda came out of the kitchen, with a spoon in her hand.
“Morning Jeff”

“Please stay on the bed, I want to serve you breakfast”
I was a little jittered, her present attitude didn’t in anyway rhyme with her previous Disposition.
But I have to brush my teeth I replied” I said
“Thats right, I missed that” she replied.
I washed my mouth, and we both had breakfast together. it was delicious. I complimented her cooking.
I was a Biochem Student, and Linda wanted to study Pharmacy, the post utme combination was the same, she insisted I thought her a few things and explain to her what the exam was like.
Which I did, all through the day.
To be honest, she was a smart chap, she kept getting the words out of my mouth.
Night came, nothing still happened.
The following day, she dressed and left for the exam, it was a Computer based exam,Graded in 100%.
The results gets released 3-4 hours after the exam.
Linda came back my 3pm.
I had earlier prepared a meal for her, she ate and was totally restless, eager to see her result.
by 6 pm, we walked to a cafe, there were already lots of students there, we stood there till, it was our turn.
Linda handed her registration number to the guy.
He checked it, and turned around to look at Linda, her score probably Surprised him.
“What’s my Score” Linda Asked, staring at the Computer Screen.
78% he replied.
Wow! she hugged me out of joy.
In my own time I had 60%.
That night we almost killed each other with $£x.

WATCH OUT FOR PART 25 TOMORROW

In The Midnight [A Story] – Part 23

“Are you guys dating or something?” I asked

“No,” Capon said as he sat. We’re just having fun.

“Obviously” Rita didn’t say a word since I arrived, she quietly left for the bathroom.

Capon later excused himself to go pay his light bills.

Rita came back.

“You never told me you guys have been Fvcking each other, you’ve slept with 2pac, flexy and Shayo too?

“Jeff, what’s wrong with you, what do you take me for?”

I didn’t really know why It was hurting me that she was getting banged.

“But I was beginning to fall for you” I said.

She looked away. “You and I both know you have other girls” she said.

I kept quiet, didn’t reply, we just sat there watching the boring Nollywood movie, that was playing. She was really right, I was acting like a teenager, who found out his Crush was actually getting crushed by someone else.

A week later, I was completely through with my examination. I had not heard from Amarachi, Since our last encounter. Grace’s Mum, Mrs Vivian, had been calling on me to come Spend some time with her. I had been avoiding her, using my exams as an Excuse.

“Don’t travel without seeing me” she kept emphasizing the last time we Spoke.

I met Jennifer in the hall way, she was still Ignoring me.

“Jennifer we need to talk” I said “Talk? about what”

“you’ve been ignoring me” “what did I do wrong?” I added “what did you do wrong?

What kind of guy sleeps with his Girl’s Mum. You’re a Great guy Jeff, how could you do such a thing”

I stood there not knowing what to say. She walked away, I stood there for some seconds, her voice kept reverberating in my head.

I was in my room, Ibro came around, and informed me, he’ll be traveling the following day. I got a call, immediately he left. it was Linda. “Hey Linda, wad up?” I said, as I picked the call “Hi Jeff, how are you doing?” “Am fine” I replied. “I just called to further remind you” she said “I’ve not forgotten, you see most of my Friends will be leaving, but am staying back for you” She laughed and said

“Thank you”

During the call, I saw an incoming call from Sandra, I answered it once I ended the call with Linda,

“Hello my Love” I said

“Who were you talking to?” Sandra replied.

“Just a friend” I said,

“A guy or a girl?” she asked “Sandra why are you getting all nosy on me?” I said.

“A guy or a girl” she repeated.

“A girl”. She kept Quiet for some seconds “Jeff ave been trying to ask you something” my heart skipped a beat. Because I knew whatever it was, it wouldn’t be Good. “What’s that?”

“I want you to be very honest with me” she added “Did you sleep with the Girl that kissed you In the theatre?” “What?” I said and ended the call. An hour later, Sandra came by “Am sorry, I didn’t know what came over me” she said while sitting on the bed. I was standing. “What did you take me for, Sandra?” I said, looking deep into her eyes.

“Am sorry,” she said again “you’re making me feel bad”

“That’s not my aim dear” I said as I sat beside her. “you have to learn to trust me” “She pulled me close and k!ssed me” I didn’t see it coming.

“Well I’ll be leaving tomorrow” she said. “What about you, when are you going home?”

“Around next week” I replied.

“Next week?What will you be doing in school?”

To Be Continued…..

The Married Single [A Story] – Season 2, Part 34

Everybody was still greeting each other when I drag both of them by their hands and started moving outside..they followed me..we walked down to the extreme of the party in a coded area…

I instructed someone to bring 3 chairs for us as we seated………….

Me: Babes, you see, am very sorry for all what happened…..it was all my fault

Bimbola: Sincerely it wasn’t your fault

Labake: Its not your fault cos our grudges have been on ground before we met you and am very sure you wouldn’t have done anytyn with me if we knew we were family from beginning

Me: But everytyn resurrected when I came into the picture…………..You guys felt either of you deserve me more and you can go to any length to achieve your aim…there’s no need for blaiming game again………..lets assume all what happened belongs to our past and move forward..nobody must know what happened between us as its not worthy to the ear…..i thought I was enjoying before but my prick has turn that enjoyment to bad emotional feelings that I will never forget till I die……………..

Imagine what could have happened if you guys said what happened between us during the meeting, what the outcome would have been..it would have been a calamity.

I believe God wanted to teach us a lesson and to me, have learnt in a hard way and believe I will never let my prick control my brain again rather let my brain control my prick……

Labake: Sincerely, it wasn’t your fault at all…..we are even the one that caused all this for you cos our grudges has been on ground before we met you and if not for our wayward ways..u never asked us out now rather we gave ourselves freely to you thinking we can force ourselves on you in the long run……if we didn’t come to you cheaply like that you wouldn’t have committed yourself into something bad like this…we are the architect and the one to blame for all this issues..i regretted everytyn, I regretted the past that I lived…pls, find a place in your heart to forgive me and Bimbola, pls I don’t hold any grudges against you…my mind is free now…am totally a change person from the Labake you knew before..life has taught me a great lesson and I learnt the hard way…am very sorry for all I did to you…pls accept my apology…

Bimbola: Am very sorry for everytyn too…..My mind is clear toward you and all I just want is for snakie to forgive us of what we led him into…..

Me: You are all forgiven and I think the next thing is for us to seek for forgiveness from God…We need to pray to God to forgive us all our sins and I believe he will answer our prayer…

Labake and Bimbola: Amen…

Me: How about Leke? Labake: Leke ke? We are no more again ooo…we are separated

Me: That’s just the best thing for you to do cos I cant imagine you marrying that kind of guy as husband

Labake: Abi oo…we don’t really deserve each other jare…he’s bygone in my life..what about boys

Me: They are still fine ooo….Hostel is dry now after the last incident that happened. Am now home fully cos am presently working as a brand ambassador for a telecommunication company pending when service will come

Labake: What about Bimbola?

Bimbola: I go to school from home now…am different from the person u knew before too…my studies is the paramount thing now… Labake: That’s very good…….Its good seeing you guys again most especially u snakie…..You are one of very cool, gentle bad guy I ever met

Bimbola: Even me too

Me: Shut up jhoor…abeg lets go back to the party…

We went back to the party and everything was back to normal….

I learnt a great lesson that I always do some background check before getting down on any lady and my experience thought me about the essence of family in someones life most especially those of us that come from this part of the world of extended families.

Labake got married to a new guy she met in 2011 and they have two babies presently, Bimbola got married early last year and the funniest thing was that she didn’t wait for the fruit of the womb before God blessed her with a bouncing baby boy and as for me?

YOUR GUESS IS AS GOOD AS MINE………………..

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In The Midnight [A Story] – Part 22

She took my d!ck in her mouth, I raised my head to the ceiling immediately she did that.

I was thinking whether to support her head with my hand and move it up and down on my d!ck. But I didn’t.

After Minutes of Giving me the B.lowjob, She stood up, wiped the saliva off her mouth, sat down back on her seat. I Stood there like an Abandoned log of wood, not knowing what to do.

“Come over to my house, 7pm, today” she said with a Smile. I dressed up.

“What about Grace?” I asked I don’t really, know why I felt imbibed to have $£x with her, I don’t know if I found her Attractive, or $£xy, or its the shame of she walking in to find me Nailing her daughter.

She wasn’t just asking asking me to sleep with her, it wasn’t a Request; She didn’t make it look like I had an Option to refuse. And I Couldn’t say No to her.

“I’ll figure out a way to keep her off the house” she said, as she Steered a little on her Mobile Chair.

I walked out of her office, I Called Ibro to inform him, Everything was alright. I realised I had just gotten into a huge mess, I cursed the day I met Grace. I arrived home, still upset, I got home, I walked into Ibro’s room, Jennifer was there too.

“Why are you Moody?” Ibro asked. I sat on his couch, beside Jennifer while Ibro was on the bed.”

“One of my babe’s Mother wants me to sleep with her” I Said.

Ibro began Laughing Incessantly, even Slapping the bed in the process, he laughed with tears flowing. I chuckled a little, and joined him laughing,

“What’s funny?” I asked, Jennifer was laughing too.

Jennifer looked at me, with a serious look on her face.

“Do you want to do it?”

“I don’t know” I replied.

“Bang her, Bang the hell…” Ibro paused when Jennifer gave him a Stern look.

“How would you feel if a friend of yours bangs your Mother?” she asked me. “

What? Don’t go there please” I said looking away.

My mother can’t Stoop that low. Do the right thing Jeff. She said.

Jennifer Believed a Great part of me wanted to Nail Grace’s Mother. Maybe she was right!. But I liked the way she talked to me, because what I needed at that moment was someone to scold me and tell me all the right words.

I eventually made up my mind not to Visit her or have any $exual encounter with Both Grace and her Mum. I switched off my Phone, when I got to my room. I ate and began reading for my Next examination. I was watching a Movie by 6pm. I heard a knock on my door, I opened the door. It was Grace’s Mum, my eyes grew bulgy out of shock, I didn’t believe what I was seeing.

“How did you get…” She hugged me, thereby interrupting me. That’s when I Noticed Ibro and Jennifer standing by their door. Jennifer Shook her head, in a way saying.

“Don’t do it Jeff” She walked in and sat on the bed, She was wearing the same Suit top and trouser.

“But how did you get my Address?” I asked. She leaned on her left hand, while she laughed.

“I had second thoughts, I figured you might not want to see me again, so I followed you to know where you Live”

“But Jeff, I just want to make you my $£x friend,” nothing more, she said. I was standing there in my shorts with arms crossed. I don’t how people’s $£xual Urge can manipulate them so deeply.

What may I offer you? I asked.

“What could you possibly offer me” she said, laughing.

“look at the dungeon you live in” she was still laughing.

“Now you’re going to insult me?”

“No dear” she said, as she walked to where I was, She held my waist and kissed me, I kissed her back.

My Joystick was already very visible, as it created a bulge. Sh Slid her hand into my shorts and held my Joystick while we still kissed. She could kiss, I would give her that.

“do you you have soul music?”, she asked.

“Yeah!” I powered on my phone and connected it to my Speaker.

She dragged me to the bed, and pushed me onto it, I fell on the bed. She took off her clothes, leaving her b.ra and her p@nts. Her perfume filled the room, entirely.

I laid on the bed, she spread her legs and sat over me. then slowly, unhooked her b,ra. Grace takes after her Mum in many things, But definitely not in B°°bs. her b°°bs were so yellow and bursty.

All those little voices telling me to Resist this, fled. As I now wanted it as badly as she did. I sat up and sucked her beautiful b°°bs. “Yes baby” she kept saying while I sucked.

I later took off her p@nties, for her Age I would say her p*ssy was Good looking. I licked her ¢lits, her moans indicated I was doing it right.

I stretched my hands under my bed and brought out a ¢ondom and was about to tear it open when she collected It from my hand and flung it away. “I want you raw” she said.”

“You have nothing to worry about” she added. I slowly Slid my D!ck in and began thrusting, She moaned loudly, she clearly hadn’t had $£x in a long time. She kept supporting my @ss with her hands, to enhance the rhythm.

“Is that how you Fvck?” she asked. “you want speed?” I asked “yeah, faster plzzz” she said. I increased my pace, Usain bolt wouldn’t beat my speed. she pulled the sheets as she moaned.

After about 5 minutes. She said something Scary. “Baby put it in my @nus.” I hesitated for a Moment, Is this woman really serious, personally I had never been with any lady who requested for @nal

“I said put it there” she Repeated
I pulled my d!ck out of her V*gina and slowly, tried to insert it in her @nus. It wasn’t easy, as there was much friction. To wrap it up, we had @nal $£x which she happened to like a lot.
Personally, @nal was my last resort when the V*gina is extremely Loose. I walked her out, she kept showing appreciation.
She came with a very flashy black jeep.
All eyes from my neighbours were on us. She got into the jeep, she brought something out of her bag In an envelope and handed it over to me.
“What’s this?” I asked
“Its just a token of my Appreciation” she said.
Then zoomed off. I opened it, it was money. It was probably her Insurance on me.
After the competition, I had called my mum to tell her about it, she was so happy. I told her I wouldn’t be needing allowance for the rest of the semester. I walked into Ibro’s room, I sat on the cushion, like I did earlier, Ibro was Blushing, Jennifer was pretending to be busy, Pretending to not notice my presence and Avoiding looking in my direction. “What’s that in your hand?” Ibro asked I looked at the envelope once again “Money” I replied Jennifer glanced at me. “Looks like you just got yourself a Sugar Mummy” Ibro said while he laughed.
The following day, I arrived the exam hall, early, an hour later, the exam began. “What’s under your seat?” the invigilator asked The question was directed to a student in the back row.
“I said, what do you have under the your seat” the invigilator repeated “Sir, there’s nothing under my seat” the student replied.
“Young man, this is the last time I will ask you this. What is under your seat?”
“Sir, there’s nothing under my…”
The invigilator pulled him off the seat. Lo and behold, the student had been sitting on a handout. I was only listening and stealing glances at them.
“Sir please forgive me. I won’t do it again” the student begged the Invigilator, who was also a lecturer.
“You students think you are smart, I have been observing you, and I saw this handout, if only you had obeyed when I first requested for it” he said The student was already in tears, he knew the fate of students who were caught malpracticing. Rustication. The whole class were begging, this time around.
The invigilator showed no signs of Yielding to our plea. “The Adminstration must hear this” he said, as he walked out, the student followed him, still in tears.
Some Girls in the class were already crying. I was very sure he wasn’t the only the one guilty of the act, in the whole class. But like they say,
“Only the one caught, is Considered a Culprit” After the examination, that day, I realised, I had lost closure on my crew. So I took a bike to Capon’s place. I knocked on his door. “Who’s there?” he asked. “Its Jeff” I replied.
“Ah Jeff,” he rushed to open the door He Opened the door, still adjusting his trouser, he was without a shirt. come in, he said. I walked in, I saw Rita, she was trying to dress up too, her hair was messed up. I stood there Surprised. “Am sorry but did I interrupt something?”I asked. ” Yes na,” Capon replied. “You had to ask?”
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The Married Single [A Story] – Season 2, Part 33

Everybody was still greeting each other when I drag both of them by their hands and started moving outside..they followed me..we walked down to the extreme of the party in a coded area…

I instructed someone to bring 3 chairs for us as we seated………….

Me: Babes, you see, am very sorry for all what happened…..it was all my fault

Bimbola: Sincerely it wasn’t your fault

Labake: Its not your fault cos our grudges have been on ground before we met you and am very sure you wouldn’t have done anytyn with me if we knew we were family from beginning

Me: But everytyn resurrected when I came into the picture…………..You guys felt either of you deserve me more and you can go to any length to achieve your aim…there’s no need for blaiming game again………..lets assume all what happened belongs to our past and move forward..nobody must know what happened between us as its not worthy to the ear…..i thought I was enjoying before but my prick has turn that enjoyment to bad emotional feelings that I will never forget till I die……………..

Imagine what could have happened if you guys said what happened between us during the meeting, what the outcome would have been..it would have been a calamity.

I believe God wanted to teach us a lesson and to me, have learnt in a hard way and believe I will never let my prick control my brain again rather let my brain control my prick……

Labake: Sincerely, it wasn’t your fault at all…..we are even the one that caused all this for you cos our grudges has been on ground before we met you and if not for our wayward ways..u never asked us out now rather we gave ourselves freely to you thinking we can force ourselves on you in the long run……if we didn’t come to you cheaply like that you wouldn’t have committed yourself into something bad like this…we are the architect and the one to blame for all this issues..i regretted everytyn, I regretted the past that I lived…pls, find a place in your heart to forgive me and Bimbola, pls I don’t hold any grudges against you…my mind is free now…am totally a change person from the Labake you knew before..life has taught me a great lesson and I learnt the hard way…am very sorry for all I did to you…pls accept my apology…

Bimbola: Am very sorry for everytyn too…..My mind is clear toward you and all I just want is for snakie to forgive us of what we led him into…..

Me: You are all forgiven and I think the next thing is for us to seek for forgiveness from God…We need to pray to God to forgive us all our sins and I believe he will answer our prayer…

Labake and Bimbola: Amen…

Me: How about Leke? Labake: Leke ke? We are no more again ooo…we are separated

Me: That’s just the best thing for you to do cos I cant imagine you marrying that kind of guy as husband

Labake: Abi oo…we don’t really deserve each other jare…he’s bygone in my life..what about boys

Me: They are still fine ooo….Hostel is dry now after the last incident that happened. Am now home fully cos am presently working as a brand ambassador for a telecommunication company pending when service will come

Labake: What about Bimbola?

Bimbola: I go to school from home now…am different from the person u knew before too…my studies is the paramount thing now… Labake: That’s very good…….Its good seeing you guys again most especially u snakie…..You are one of very cool, gentle bad guy I ever met

Bimbola: Even me too

Me: Shut up jhoor…abeg lets go back to the party…

We went back to the party and everything was back to normal….

I learnt a great lesson that I always do some background check before getting down on any lady and my experience thought me about the essence of family in someones life most especially those of us that come from this part of the world of extended families.

Labake got married to a new guy she met in 2011 and they have two babies presently, Bimbola got married early last year and the funniest thing was that she didn’t wait for the fruit of the womb before God blessed her with a bouncing baby boy and as for me?

YOUR GUESS IS AS GOOD AS MINE………………..

WATCH OUT FOR PART 34 TOMORROW

In The Midnight [A Story] – Part 21

Mr Johnson and I had a deal, but I insisted i would commence the following Semester, Because my Exams was just a week ahead. On Wednesday Evening, I was reading. Someone knocked on my door.

“Yes who is that?” I asked The person kept quiet, but knocked again.

“I angrily walked to the door and flung it open. Guess who I met! Amarachi! with a big Smile on her face.

” Hey bae,” I said with my hands spread wide, indicating we should hug. she just walked pass me. I locked the door.

“I can see you’re reading she said, as she stood before my table. ” Obviously ” I replied.

“Why didn’t you call me while I was away?” she asked, her eyes still on my books.

“I did, a couple of times, and you weren’t picking, I figured you were upset”

“I was!” she said this time around looking into my eyes.

“Amarachi, you’re acting like my Girlfriend,”

“Don’t I mean anything to you?” she interrupted.

We were both standing! I slowly sat on the bed. “You’re upset because you traveled, and I didn’t even know, Amarachi who’s suppose to tell me, your ex boyfriend?. well let me tell you a lot that happened to me, you aren’t aware of. My Girlfriend, Sandra, had an Accident, and was confined to the hospital bed for almost two weeks, I donated blood to save her. Over the weekend, I was in the dance competition, which we won, Gloriously” She stared at me in shock, came to the bed and sat on the bed by my side, held my hands, “you donated blood to save your Girlfriend?” I didn’t reply, because I believed she heard me clearly earlier.

“Oh dear, youve been through a lot, am sorry for nagging. But I really envy Sandra” she said and laughed, I smiled.

“And you didn’t tell me you could dance,” she tapped my back and laughed again. “When did you arrive?” I asked Few hours ago. “And why did you travel?” I asked She looked away,

“Well, I needed money” I laughed, “Amarachi isn’t that why we have banks?” There’s something you’re not telling me. “Yes” she replied, “but can we skip that”

“Okay if that’s what you want” I said as I tapped my palms on my laps.”

Amarachi later insisted we had $£x. I refused. She pushed me to the bed, and climbed on me.

“Amarachi, this isn’t right, I thought we talked about this?” “Jeff I miss you she said” as she reached for my lips. I sat up with she still sitting on laps, “Amarachi don’t you think this is wrong?”

I truly didn’t want to have $£x with her because, she was beginning to demand for emotions, Care and attention. She saw how serious I was, “Okay this will be the last time, besides I also desire to have what Sandra has. I won’t bother you after today” She said, she extended a hand shake, to indicate it was going to be a deal. I shook on it.

We had a long French Ki$$, then I turned her over, I gave it my best, at least it will be our last, I wanted to make it memorable. I stood up, I brought a piece of cloth. What are you going to do with that? she asked! to cover your eyes I replied. “No way! She replied” “Trust me on this” I replied with a Grin. I tied it over her eyes and around her head. I unbuttoned her top, and unhooked her b.ra, I sucked on her big b°°bs.

She moaned, when I got to her ¢unt to give her Mouth action. The thing about Blindfolding is, taking away one sense, heightens your other senses, her sense of Vision had been taken away. I stood up again and Switched on Music. She moaned without restraint, I kept on licking her ¢lits. then later used my index finger and my middle finger to finger-fvck her. She climaxed, Grabbing the sheets almost tearing them apart.

She sat up and gave me a B.lowjob in return. I really love B.lowjobs. She laid on the bed with her back, and spread her legs. I was thinking whether to use a ¢ondom or not, because I had no idea where she had been or who she had been with. I took the risk of going in without protection.

I took my time, as I slid my d!ck in. she gasped a little. I began thrusting, her moans were still very Audible, even with the music. I really banged Amarachi that day. I decided to accompany her home, we walked out the door and saw Jennifer coming out of Ibro’s room, in casual wear.

“Hey Jennifer!” we greeted.

“Don’t tell me you boned her too” Amarachi asked as we walked.

I laughed. “Nah, she’s my best friend’s girlfriend, I wouldn’t do that to him” She kept quiet.

I accompanied her home, almost like I walked her home, she insisted we ki$$ed again, we did.

Few days into our exams, Linda called me. “Hello who am I speaking with?” I asked. “Its Linda!” “Linda?” “Yes Linda, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about me” she said

“How can I forget you Linda” I said she giggled.

“I called you to inform you, I’ll be coming for Post utme, and I plan to crash in your place” I was really Surprised. “But Linda, you never told me, you had intentions to study in my school.”

She laughed and said She wanted it to be a Surprise, and if it weren’t for the fact that she needed a place to stay and I was her last option, I wouldn’t have known. “Alright, when is the post utme date?” I asked

 

“1st August” She replied. I later ended the call with Linda. I would be through with my exams about 28th, July which means I had to stay back and wait for her. My relationship with all the girls, Including Grace, had thinned, because of the exams. Because I switched off my Phone all through, I only powered it on, once in a while when I had to make a really Serious call. On Friday evening, after I was through with the Exam for the day, the paper was so sweet, a funny thing happened during the exam, “Extra sheet pls” I asked the invigilator. “Extra sheet pls” I asked again, an hour later. All eyes turned to me, there was a lady sitting by my side, she took a peep at my name, from my booklet. “Jeffrey!” she whispered, “Abeg help me out” I glanced at what she had been doing, almost nothing I laughed. I could bet my @ss she didn’t prepare for the exams at all. I positioned my paper, in a way she could see my answers with ease. “Copy with Wisdom!” I whispered to her. “Trust me” she replied I got home, as it was a weekend, I decided to power on my phone. I got a message from a weird Number. The Person was asking me to meet him in a certain Address.

“Who could this be?” I thought. I ignored the message. Sandra also sent me a message, wishing me excellence in Exams, I called her she insisted she would come over. She came, we spent some time and she left. The thing I had with Sandra was, I had made up my mind not to request for $£x from her, directly or indirectly, In words or by actions and not to stop loving her because I wasn’t getting it. If we were ever going to have S£x, it had to be initiated by her. We were already two months into our relationship, and there was no hope anything was gonna happen. And the Truth is, there is totally no fun in keeping more than one lady. And I knew it, but I couldn’t help it. On Monday, I had just one paper to write, which I finished by 12pm. I got to the Building, looked like a Company or a firm, but it was really huge, with elevators. I followed the description, my actions were fired by curiosity, I was probably walking to my death, or my kidnap was being planned, here I was walking into an unknown building. I was about to go in, then on second thought I decided to take prudent measures. I called Ibro, I told him where I was, and if he doesn’t see me through out that day, this is where he would find Me I forwarded the message to him.

Then took the step of faith, I walked into the building, got to the office, I met a Secretary. “Who are you?” she asked, her eyes still on the computer. “Am Jeffrey…”” Jeffrey Ebenezer” I added. “Madam has been expecting you” she said. “Madam?” I asked she didn’t reply. Who could this “Madam” be?

The Secretary asked me to wait. Saying “Madam” was in a meeting. I sat for about 45 Minutes, I was even going through my phone “You’re up!” the secretary said to me. I walked into the office, Guess who I saw! You wouldn’t believe it. Grace’s Mum. I figured she probably wanted to scold me, about my Intimate encounter with her daughter, or to find out if I really loved her daughter and all that stuff.

“Good Afternoon ma” I Greeted. She Smiled. Sit down Jeff, she said. I sat down, waiting for it. She finished what it was she was doing, Grace’s mum wasn’t those type of Fat Mothers, like mine. She was Fit, neither Fat nor Skinny. “Come here Jeff” she said with the smile still on her face.

“I should come over to where you are?” I asked, a little bewildered She nodded in affirmation. I got to where she was,almost standing before her. She pulled me by my belt, to where she was, and was trying to undo my belt, I held her hands and moved backward. “Ma what are you trying to do?” I was beginning to sweat already.

She smiled again. “I want you Jeff!” she said. “What?” “But am with your daughter” “Oh please” she said, almost interrupting me “You think you’re the only one she has brought home?”

“Well in case you don’t know, she spent the weekend with one of her boys” she said, this time, standing up. I was just 23, but the $exual encounters I was experiencing were beginning to freak me out. If I had any regret, for being with Grace, it wouldn’t be because, I wasn’t her only guy. but because I didn’t use protection. “But what about your husband” I asked, still looking scared.

She laughed, she came, to where I was, grabbed me by my Collar, then forced a kiss on me. “He’s dead” she said, after the kiss.

“Sleeping with a dead man’s wife, am not sure I want to be haunted” I said She laughed, uncontrollably, She looked at me and said “I like you” well, I still had that perplexed look on my face.

She bent unzipped my trouser, then undid my belt, she rolled down, my shorts and trouser at the same time. My heart didn’t want this, but My d!ck, having no conscience, was ever ready. it was already as firm as a Spartan.

WATCH OUT FOR PART 22 TOMORROW

The Married Single [A Story] – Season 2, Part 32

Abimbola was smilling and looking surprised as she was approaching us, my heart was beating faster, apparently she didn’t see Labake, I was a bit happy inside me but still praying to scale through the hurdle of Labake who was just metres away..

The moment she walked past her, Labake sighted her and drew her back from behind…(Gobe)….

Bimbola removed her hand, mood changed instantly and they were ready for fight, they started raining abuse on each other and already started pushing themselves

My Mum : kilo nse awon omode yi ke, se won mora won ri tele ni (whatz wrong with this children, do they know themselves before?)

Bimbola’s Mum: E bami lawon ke, e ma je ko faso ya mora won lorun..(Pls, help me separate them, don’t allow them tear each others cloth)

My mum: Abi iru kileleyi, egbon ati aburo nja ni party (what kind of thing is this, siblings fighting in a party) I quickly moved in between them…………..

Bimbola: Ahh…..wetyn u dey do here snakie? Leave me alone jhoor

Bimbola’s Mum: Bimbola, whatz wrong with you? U guys should leave each other jhoor……….what happened?whatz the cause of the fight? Do u know yourself before?

My mum: Sebi omo sister niyi, Labake (this is sister’s daughter, Labake)

Bimbola’s mum: which sister

My mum: This is grand daughter of Mama Ota……

Bimbola’s Mum: ehn ehn…na wah ooooo

Labake’s mum had already join us and some of my uncles and aunt……

One of My eldest uncle instructed everybody to start going inside so that they can settle whatever was the cause of the fight, all families (children, grand children, great grand children, and all) members were present in the sitting room including grandpa….as Robertbh said, come and see my other hot, s*xy**,shapy,pretty and curvy distance cousins that are more prettier and endowed than Labake and Bimbola…………….

Uncle: What’s the cause of the fight…what happened? Have u guys met before or the fight just started here

Yawa don gas as I put my head down when the question was asked but “there was total silence”, neither Bimbola nor Labake responded

My Mum: Were you not the one they are asking questions from…….why are you looking like slowpoke

Bimbola’s Mum: As if they were not the one shouting and fighting outside now

My Aunty: They said what happened?

“There was still total silence” (how will they talk? What will they claim was the cause of their fight)

Me: Thank You sir, Agba yin a dale sir (May your days be long sir), I greet you all my mothers and elderly ones here…………….they might not want to talk because of some grudges they had against each other but instead of looking for the cause of the problem, I believe what you should do for us is that both of them should forget about whatever might have happened between them in the past and embrace peace.

There’s no need of going up and down with past issues sir……..The truth is that we have been friends for some years now…Me, Labake and Abimbola…but we never knew we were family, none of us ever talk about our lineage before but how could we when we don’t bear the same surname but lets assume there’s this kind of gathering when children meet each other, I believe the issue of problem wont happened….

We have been staying under the same roof for a while now and if I say I didn’t know the cause of the problem I will be lying but the most important thing now my fathers and mothers is to help me plead to both of them to forget about the past…Am very sure if we knew we are from the same lineage, maybe what happened in the past wouldn’t have happened but I believe we have all learnt our Gra

Grand Pa: You see, oro legbo yen oo (those are words you just listened to)…Ose jare omo mi, olorun o ni gba lakaye e, you are not a bastard, you resemble me……..when we always clamour for you guys to be coming home, you wont…look at what happened? Who even knows if the worst had not happened…(for my mind…what kind of worst grandpa).

I can bet the last time I set my eyes on any of my grand children not to talk of great grand children………..When the ones that are males doesn’t bring home their children, how will female do? You always believe your children are your husband’s property and neglected your own side…look at the outcome now….two siblings fighting at the party and embarrassing themselves…………..My children, you are all one, please forget about the past cos I don’t want to know what happened before, it all happened when you guys didn’t know you are blood..so embrace yourself cos I don’t want anytyn like fight again……so, you guys should stand up, hug each other and let everytyn be over………….

My uncle: Are you not the one they are talking to…..common stand up and hug each other jhoor…..

Grand Pa: who is even the eldest among them……………

My Aunt: I think Labake collected two months from Abimbola while snakie senior Labake with 9 month…..

Grand Pa: So, snakie, you are the eldest, you started with friendship so you guys should continue to be friends

All: E shey sir (Thank You Sir)………….

WATCH OUT FOR PART 33 TOMORROW