HEART BIT★★★★★ That was what i started doing and it seemed it was working. I did that keeping my guard. come fight na, you dey fear? The guy said. you come na, you dey fear? I replied. The more he came closer to me, the more i swayed to different directions of the ring. Ring i said because our Sabonim once told us that we should assume every fighting spot as a Ring. The theory of the Great Mohammed Ali in his vibrant years was; if you dont come to me, i will not come to you, but if you come to me, i will sting you. I was waiting for him to come and recieve a sting. Alis famous cliche goes; I Float like a Butterfly and sting like a Bee. That was exactly what i did, or rather in my case, I Flow like a Butterfly and sting like a Bee. So i stung him like a Bee with a punch to his chin, that was after i had kicked the bottle off his hand. I lost focus in the fight and it almost cost me a serious dental harm. Omoh mehn! The guy let out a punch to my mouth, that i thought i had lost my 32 teeth. The next punch came to my right eye that i saw birds flew round my head. That punch brought me back to seriousness, that i in all seriousness replied him. I continued with my swaying trick, and my next target was his dick. In a movie i watched, one of actors said and i quote; Dont go for the Jugular, go for the Dick. I sent a punch to his Solar plexus and continued swaying and shuffling. He sent one that couldnt get me. I was so focused on my target that i never saw him sent a heavy punch to my chest. It was as if a 50kg bag of Rice landed on my chest. My Heart unplugged from its axis. I heard something pumping in my stomach. abi my heart don fall for my belle? I asked myself. That punch weakened me so much that instead of swaying and shuffling, i started dancing Tango. Just when i was about retaliating by kicking his dick hard, the fight stopped. How did it stop? You would ask. I saw Man tapped the guy i was fighting on the head saying, oya begin to dey dance. The guy abruptly stopped fighting and started dancing. I turned to see the other guys dancing also. wetin dey happen here na? I inquired. dem dey dance na, i don Jaz them Man replied. It now dawned on me that Man was at it again with his magic. The ever fetish Man. I almost laughed at the Atilogu dance steps the guys were displaying. If a Leopard could change its spot, then Brainbox would definately change. He hurriedly searched the pockets of the dancing clowns and collected their phones and other valuables, including the bunch of money in the Bus conductors pocket. when them go stop to dey dance sef? Bigie inquired. na in Five minutes time, make we dey go before them go get themself back Man informed. As we walked through the scary bush path that connected Mechanic Village and Nekede, that guy wound me for my neck with that bottle oh Bigie complained and i noticed the colar of his shirt had blood stains. when we reach house you go put Nchanwu for the wound Man said. Nchanwu is the name the Ibos call a scent plant that the leaves are used to spicen up Pepper soup, it has a very strong healing power for wounds, that is of course if the user would bear the pains it comes along with. I think the Yorubas call it Efinrin(am not sure, Yoruba people i get am?). Man how you take make those guys begin dance sef I curiously asked. na dis ring wey dey my hand i use Man replied showing us a glittering silver ring in his right thumb. It instantly dawned on me that that ring was the secret behind his magic powers. I promised myself never to fight Man no matter what, even if he punches me first, i wouldnt retaliate. Because i might end up not dancing Salsa but Galala. We got home and Brainbox gave the money and phones he collected from the pockets of the dancing clowns to Bigie. Informing him that we would share our loots the next day, as well as the money we changed. We entered the room to meet everybody, except Tega. i have brought my own money for the business we want to embark on, i have given it to Baba jay Pkc informed. That was really good news. We were going on the right track. We ate, chatted for a while and sleep came. Since the rain had stopped, the atmosphere was cold. Legend has it that one sleeps better in cold weather. So i slept like a bady tranquil in the bed. In the middle of the night, my phone rang. I looked and saw Nas as the caller. Initially, i thought it was the American rapper Nas, maybe it was because I was awake but left my brain asleep. why Nas dey call me na? I muttered and mistakenly pressed the end button instead of the accept button. And the connectivity went off. I fumbled as i switched off the phone. And i promised myself i would call him first thing in the morning. Not the American rapper Nas, but my friend and course mate Nas. Sleep flew away like a bird, and i couldnt catch it.. POWERED BY SHAQS GROUP HOLDINGS CLEANING AND FUMIGATION CO. DIAL O704095183 ON OLD PORTBELL ROAD ...OPPOSITE MIRAGE PLAZA
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