Sia’s sex tape had leaked to the public. It was glaring all over social media and the internet. Mr. Fanny was out to buy fuel when he was briefed on the news making the round about a female student whose sex tape got leaked earlier today. Little did he know they were talking about his daughter. When he drove home he sat down pretty damn quick to read the news of the leaked sex tape on the internet when Sia’s identity popped up. She was smiling next to the headline; Teenager’s Sex Tape With Anonymous Partner leaks,” Mr. Fanny had gone ahead to read the news and view the five minute video; the anonymous partner made Sia who was heavily drunk to lay on her back while he penetrated her gradually with his penis and caressed her breasts. He logged into his social media accounts to be bewildered by his sight; the video had spread like flu with over a hundred thousand likes and eighty thousand comments in less than twelve hours. A varying number of the comments castigated the bad pare
Meyer came from behind and tickled Brian in the rib, and then stroked Mr. Biscuit on the head. Brian was drawn and slothful to practice basketball today. He rather sat and watched other players pace the court rowdily and displayed basketball tricks to entertain onlookers, also Mr. Biscuit was having a field day by running after the ball, and helping the players fetch the ball. Brian was down in his spirit for what befell Sia, and the fate of the unborn child. He had assured himself someday his future wife would be like Sia and she would look thick and watery to behold- not forgetting to sleep naked too – nights after he had seen Sia’s nakedness he had moped through the window to see Sia yet again, right in her flat, in her well lit room as she walked out of the bath naked , dried her body, caressed her big tummy, stroked her breasts with an ointment and pranced around her room with her buttocks ‘ cheeks rolling and smashing each other so mercilessly that Brian had to swallow hard
Brian commanded Mr. Biscuit to quieten down while he confronted the band of FBI. Grandma was all smiles. All the laborers stood gaping and feeling worried to see grand ma being whisked away by FBI“Heh, where are you taking my mama?” asked Brian, staring at all agents and looking out for answers, grandma walked to Brian, “I am being accused of money laundering,” she said, patting Brian on the shoulder , is ok I will be fine and back home. Take care of the empire and Mr. Biscuit.Brian shook his head now going crimson as his eyes stopped blinking. His long face shot at all the agents as he perceived the thickest of all the agents, a stout man, in his forties, to be their ringleader. “I need answers ladies and gentle men. What did my momma do to deserve the embarrassment? I need answers else I will sue for infringement of human right.”“Whipping boy!” you seem to know the law and couldn’t advise your momma against money laundering,” said the stout man walking to Brian, arms folded and
Brian’s news of pulling a gun at an FBI was making the round. Somewhat it had filtered to the ears of journalists and finally made it to the days’ newspapers with the caption: ‘Boy pulls gun at FBI against granny’s arrest.’ Upon reading the news Mr. and Mrs. Coleman phoned grandma only to confirm it was a reality.Brian was detained behind bars while grandma faced a group of four agents in an interrogation session in the IR room. The accusation leveled against was that the name of her farm empire Clean and Green was used to transact an ICT business which got a certain millionaire defrauded of a million dollars. The millionaire had reported to FBI to summon the CEOs of Clean and Green to answer to the accusation.Sitting across the table, grandma dragged a smile, “Ladies and gentle men this is twenty first century. I am not the only company that goes by the name Clean and Green. There is a mix up somewhere,” beamed grandma, throwing a hostile stare across the panel.Not when there is
After grandma was interrogated by officials of the FBI and found not guilty Brian was detained for twenty four hours and was later released with the condition that he would provide a credible guarantor and also would do cleaning for two weeks at a hospital of choice. Grandma had provided herself as the credible guarantor and signed some documents with her lawyer for the release of Brian. Brian was released and taken home.In few days Brian started the weekly punishment at a gynecology hospital. He did daily chores for free; cleaned the environment and even went on errands for a few patients. He knew he was supposed to be in jail if he had taken the shot. He wondered what inspired his decisions at that moment- maybe because grandma was involved – grandma had asked him severely if he actually wanted to shoot the FBI and he said he would have shot the agent if not for her last statement; even now he was carrying out his punishment he never regretted his actionOn the last day of his
Brian paid Sia a visit in her flat and gifted her the book, “Wow I appreciate this with my full chest. I have not received gift in a decade now,” she said, smiled hugely at the thick book and started flipping through. “This is a comprehensive text on child delivery and mother’s wellness,” she said, flipped yet further and trying to read in between lines. “When did you buy it?” she asked cheerfully.“Em,” he felt like lying but didn’t fancy lying to her. He would choose his words and avoid bringing his punishment of cleaning the hospital into it “Yesterday. But I didn’t buy it. I picked it.”“You did what?” she asked anxiously.“Yes it is what it is but never mind,” said Brian, I picked up because I know you will have need of it later.”“Oh so thoughtful of you,” she said and flipped through to the front page, it has no name, such a careless owner.” She turned to the previous page and saw picture of a beautiful baby smiling in the hands of its mother. And her cheeks curved back in a hu
A band of police officers pulled over Mr. Fanny’s compound and dashed out at onceMr. Fanny was in the ball room at the time, checking up the new furniture he purchased after the smash-and-grab thieves invaded their home. It had been barely two weeks they left his sister’s house for theirs that police came checking on them. When he peeped through the window, and saw the fire in the eyes of the police men he knew hell was let loosed.Mrs. Fanny and Sia ran downstairs to him, “Who called the police?” she asked him, looking at the door and expecting their knock soon. “I wouldn’t know. I never did,” he replied and peered at Sia, “Did you dial 911?” he asked.“Hell no, why would I invite the bird on a rainy day,” she quoted, and swallowed hard as she looked in the direction of the door.“Well the bird is about to get wet,” he said and a knock came on the door. He went to answer and Inspector Fred led his boys into the ball room. I don’t know why we keep seeing each other like gay lovers,
“Mr. Fanny you have two cases before you. Twenty pounds of drugs was found in your bedroom and your daughter shot a police officer,” Fred said, pacing up and down the interrogation room.Mr. Fanny with handcuffs on his wrists, cut in, “She shot the police on his leg.”“Shooting is shooting, regardless the body part involved. Come on that officer is lying in the hospital with one leg up.”“But she shot out of provocation. She is going to plead not guilty because the police abused her verbally.”“Till then, Mr. Fanny, you risk going to jail. Twenty pounds of drugs is not twenty pounds of cookies. I never knew you did drugs. I am so disappointed in you.” He looked away.“Is a set up, Fred. Look at me Fred it is a set up. Why didn’t the unanimous caller make herself available, why call you after some interior decoration company fixed my house. I suspect that company. They planted the drugs. Someone wants me down.”“You may think the unanimous caller is after you but the police doesn’t see