Story: Campus Life. Girls. Ghetto. Garri. Glory - Season 1 - Episode 18

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Story: Campus Life. Girls. Ghetto. Garri. Glory - Season 1 - Episode 18

Theo was not himself after the slap from the ‘Ogbanje’ girl. He had to be carried out of the church on a stretcher as he was hospitalized for close to one month. Luckily for him, he was recuperating better and was striving up his health ladder. I was on my way back from my numerous visits to Theo in the hospital when something happened that I would never forget in a hurry.
I was walking briskly along a narrow deserted path, busy manipulating my blackberry mobile phone when I started hearing loud noises.
‘Thief! Thief! Ole! Barawo! Oleburuku o! Catch am, catch am!’ The shouts became louder as they headed towards my direction with the angry mob in hot pursuit of a thief.
Their perspective became clearer and clearer as they drew more and more closer. I could sight the thief running in full speed, in a real race he could have given Usain Bolt a run for his money as he sped faster than the wind.
I brought out my blackberry phone intending to take a snapshot of his face because he was just feets away from me now, I was just about taking the shot when the thief drew closer to me and snatched my phone away.
O my God, I must be dreaming. My blackberry bold 6, a phone Emma ‘Managed’ to dash me from his numerous ‘Find for keeps’ missions, Even if this thief enters hell fire, I must follow him to collect my BB back.
I instantly took to my heels as the mob was still on his trail, pursuing him as if my life depended on it.
‘Thief o, Thief! My blackberry o’ I yelled as I joined in the chase. I have never seen a human being run as fast as this thief but we were on the same page as I ran like never before.
Fortunately or should I say unfortunately, another handful of the angry mob ambushed the thief from his front, catching him before he could make another turn.
Phew! Thank goodness, I could collect my phone now. The angry mob dragged the thief unto the floor and began beating him mercilessly, hitting him with whatever they could lay their hands on, planks, stones, all landed on his body.
‘Confess now or we go kill you for here! Show us your partner!’ A man yelled from amidst the mob.
‘Yes, army robber! Confess now ooo’ Another woman voiced out on top of her voice. The angry mob continued raining beatings on the thief’s body.
I instantly became angry at the thief. He didn’t see who to steal from, but from me, Valentine Mbano, my BB bold 6, choi, if I no do you strong thing for here today call me bastard!.
I pulled off my jacket, rolled up my sleeves and stretched forth my hands in reckless abandon, straining my right hand as I prepared to give him a slap he won’t forget in a hurry.
I excused myself in between the mob until I finally got to the fore front where the main lynchers were having a field time.
Tightening my fists in a powerful but yet stabilized manner, I raised my hands upwards and with full force, I slapped the hell out of his face. That type of slap that would format everything in your brain.
The thief raised up his head and fixed a gaze at me as he sat on the floor speechless, that slap must have entered his medulla oblongata when he opened his mouth and said those words which made me regret ever chasing him.
‘I go confess, I swear I go confess o’ He shouted to the lynchers who stopped beating him and asked him to start confessing.
‘Oya confess now now or we go kill you for here! Where your partner dey?’ A man yelled.
‘Abeg I go confess, I go show una my partner’ The thief said. ‘Na my partner get this phone’ He brought out my blackberry phone from his pocket and showed it to everyone.
‘Na him be this! Na him get this phone’ The thief added pointing to me.
What happened next would be updated from my hospital bed.

To Be Continued…