At mid day police siren blared and pulled over a semi detached duplex.Brian’s boss sprinted to his feet, paced to the window and beheld a band of police advancing to his house. Quickly as bat from hell he hurried his boys to tuck away their guns and gather anything drugs into the toilet and flushed before he answered the door.“Hello cops, I can’t remember dialing 911,” said the boss dragging a hostile look at them.Inspector Fred gazed upon him from head to toe, “We have come for one Oliver Rightman,” he said coldly combing the arena with his stare.“Ok I have one Oliver but I am not sure if he is the right man for you,” he uttered to pass a joke but ended up laughing alone.“And you are?” inquired Fred, studying the tattoo that ran from his neck to arm.He added, “His uncle that beats his ass when he sucks,” he lied, “To what do I owe this visit?”Fred winked, “He is needed at the station for questioning. He has history of implication in a missing gold watch and tape. Your nephew h
Ciara’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 Ciara’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 Ciara 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 p
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 an
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
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 Ciara 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 Ciara, “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 love
Brian was at the basketball court with Mr. Biscuit. He had played fervently today and was sweating profusely. He glared at his watch and it was time to visit grandma at the hospital; earlier after Meyer cursed her, she fell ill the night of that day and was rushed to the hospital. Brian had murdered himself severally for pulling such stunt and would never forgive Meyer. Grandma had developed fever and the doctor had complained she had developed high blood pressure- which Brian suspected to be traceable to Meyer’s curse. When his parents called he had lied about grandma’s whereabouts and refused to bring them in the know of her health status.Mr. Biscuit ran straight to the car and took off from the car to make to the opposite direction; it seemed to have seen someone and Brian called on it, “Biscuit where are you off to? Come back here.” And when Brian ran after it, he saw Meyer, stroking biscuit on the head. “What do you want? What are you doing here?” he commanded Mr. Biscuit, “
Sooner than usual they returned from the recess. Everyone watched with blinking eyes, and rapt attention as the judge pronounced his judgment.Over the pew Mrs. Fanny clenched her hands to that of Mrs. Coleman, shut her eyes as the judgment was being pronounced. Ciara had shut her eyes, and shook her head in disappointment as she expected the judgment to be against her. She had not been to jail but she had heard a lot of horrible events and lifestyle that hung around jail, and she wasn’t prepared to be the villain or the heroine of jail. As she shut her eyes she pictured her past with Brian, with Oliver and she wished she could meet with Brian and ask for his forgiveness before going to jail; she knew she had hurt him but it would be fair to meet with him for the last time and iron out their differences, as for Oliver she would want to advise him to turn a new leaf and start loving well… she was thrown into the bed of her imagination when the judge’s voice interrupted her.“This is th
Brian cuddled the baby who had been crying for a time too long now. Ciara was busy making his food in the kitchen. Suddenly the baby quietened and started sleeping once Brian stood up and paced around the room. He had been frequenting her house since the child birth and helping her out in the parenting duties. Although he wasn’t happy grandma was lying helpless in the hospital, he fancied the fact that she wasn’t around to stop him from visiting Ciara, better still she wasn’t around the day he helped Ciara put to bed.When Ciara came with the food she smiled at her baby who was in Brian’s arms, sleeping innocently and effortlessly. She dropped the food on the table, collected the baby from Brian and about to lay him in his bed, he shook his legs and started off with a dull cry.“Shhh,“ she tried to nurse him yet it was useless; he had increased even the more, throwing his arms and legs this way and that way. And she was forced to return the baby to Brian. In a matter of seconds the b