Thread by @MBlacktrib3

THE LAWFUL CRIMINAL.

He cried out to the judge who wasn't wearing a scarlet robe, but was rather carrying a gun with both hands faced at him in a trembling voice:

" I'm a student of OOU; I'm not a criminal Sir"

At this point, hard guy was in tears and very scared.

A THREAD.

Ola (Shouting)
> Mum!! Mum! The admission list is out and I've been admitted!!!

MrsJaja
> Is that why you are in a frenzy. You should better bring your voice down if you don't want the bed belly people in this neighborhood to seize this admission. You know how many years you've waited for this ba? You better have sense.

Ola (Very confused)
> But mum, I was only expressing my excitement.

MrsJaja
> Oya, come and collect transport fare to AIT na! Ode Oshi. "I was only expressing my excitement yen yen yen. At this stage of your life, you still don't want to have sense.

Ola just stood there , looking like one big fool and unable to utter a word cause he really had to be very careful about choosing his next words.

MrsJaja
> So you've finally gotten the medicine that has kept you in this house for 6 years? My son will be a doctor finally.

>God Thank you o! (MrsJaja started dancing zanku, a dance step she recently learnt from the pupils of the primary school where she works as a teacher. From her steps, you'd know she wasn't a good learner)

Ola
>About that mum, OOU gave me zoology and I'm tired of trying over and over again so I'll just go and study zoology. This is the third time I'd be getting this particular course. Maybe that's what God wants. Ni

MrsJaja
> You don't mean it!! God didn't tell you this 6 years back or last 3 years, or even last year?...

> So you mean to say you've just been wasting your time and my money on Jamb and post jamb for the last 5 years because I can vividly remember that the first admission you rejected was zoology from unilag.

>Now, you're going to study the same course in a state university which I'm sure would definitely be more expensive. Come this boy! Do you think money is easy to come by?

>Since your father left us, I've been carrying this house with the stipends I get for a salary. The parents of the girl I'm even taking extra lessons haven't paid me for two months yet I make sure you eat twice a day.

>At this point Ola didn't know how the entire conversation got to this level, he just stood there close to the door, listening to how wasteful he has been or how grateful he should be. He didn't know what exactly to think.

> Just get out!! She yelled

In a couple of minutes, news that was meant to bring excitement and joy to the house suddenly turned out to be what dettered dinner from being served.

>A despondent Ola simply rolled out his Sim card looking mattress from beneath the iron single bed where his mum already mounted, and slept in hunger.

>The next morning was Friday and MrsJaja would be going to work early . Her anger had come down by then, so she woke Ola immediately she opened her eyes at 5:30 a.m

MrsJaja
> Ola, Ola, Ola!

Ola ( still with dizzy eyes)
> MA?

MrsJaja
> Come sit beside me.

>Ola dragged himself to the iron bed which he calls the "iron throne" at times. He rested his back on the plastered wall as he tried to get comfortable so his body could continue sleeping.

MrsJaja
> How much is your acceptance fee and school fees, let's start working towards it.

>You guessed right! Every trace of sleep vanished from Ola's eyes as he rushed to his note where he already wrote down the amount he'd be needing to sort out all his school bills that he got from a friend in the school.

Ola
>Acceptance fee is 40k na and the school fees is about 100k. I've not gotten the exact price na.

MrsJaja
>Ah!

Ola
>Mummy, you'll wake the neighbors oh. What is it?

MrsJaja
>Let them wake up! 140k is enough to wake everybody in this yard this morning. I'm not sure I can carry this one oh, the money is too much...

>The acceptance fee is even enough to pay your school fee in unilag for one year and you'd still have extra. (She calms herself). I'm not getting angry this morning, no I'm not.

Ola
> There's something I want to tell you MA .

>She looks at him with with suspicion yet a well of eagerness swallowed her from within. "What's that?" She asked.

@Ola
> I have been able to save 35k from working at the cyber cafe in the past three years

MrsJaja
> Really? Hope you did not steal money from the Cafe oh, cause you never for once told me that you were getting paid. I can not answer police case o.

Ola
>Ahah mummy. You don't trust me again ni

MrsJaja
>I trust you my son, I'm just telling you that if police enter this house now now and say that you committed a crime and it's proven, me I'll leave you jejely.

Ola
>I'm still a good boy mum.

MrsJaja
> So you have 30k. That means we'd still be needing about 110k! You know my salary in a month including that which I get from taking private lesson is just 30k ahbi?

Ola
> yes ma.

MrsJaja
>Thank God you know.

>I need to go and prepare for work now. You should make a comprehensive list of what you'll be needing. We haven't even talked about house rent and the rest. Chai! My God!

>Where are you going to stay for the main time to start your registration and all?

Ola
>I have a friend in the school studying guardian and counseling edu...

MrsJaja
>What's that?

Ola
>MUM!...

I spoke with him yesterday and he has agreed to accommodate me for the main time. I was actually thinking if I could stay with him as his roommate until he told me he already has not 1 but 2 roommates.

MrsJaja
> Okay. I'll see what I can do today.

>The time is 1 pm and the sun just sits in the sky, staring down on earth like an angry girlfriend who is waiting to fight her boyfriend over absolutely nothing.

>MrsJaja picks up her phone and dails Dipos`s number. Dipo has been of assistance since his brother abandoned her.

>Over the phone, she explains her problem to him and both fixed a meeting immediately at his office for that same day. Dipo asked if she could come right away and she without hesitation and a single thought of her job, she agreed.

MrsJaja
> (Speaking to her assistant teacher) Miss Morenijeki, please keep the class in order, I need to meet someone in the next thirty minutes. Also, don't forget to give the pupils their homework book cause I won't be coming back today.

MrsJaja (thoughts)
> This one that I didn't tell the principal I would be leaving before closing, hope this miss gbeborun won't be the one that'll expose me.

MrsJaja
> Ermm, miss Keji, please can you help me with something?

MissGbeborun
>what's that?

MrsJaja
> Don't say anything about me leaving early to anyone. Thank you.

>MrsJaja steps out of the classroom carrying the bag she got from yaba 5 years ago, whilst rocking her neatly pressed skirt and blouse that was still shinning and standing.

>After walking for about 45 minutes under the angry hot sun, she arrived at her destination. A bike man had early approached her at the school gate but she waved him away, saying where she was going to was a just across the street

>As she was about knocking on a green gate that protected an office complex, the biggest in the whole of ikorodu, she heard a voice from behind. "Madan, why you dai sweat like this, see how all your cloth don soak. You fall inside water?".

MrsJaja
> Please I'm here to see the complex manager, Mr Dipo. Kindly tell him that it's MrsJaja who is here to see him.

>The GM immediately places a call through to Mr Dipo who asked him to send her to his office which was located at the top floor of the complex.

>She thanked the Gate Man as he opened small gate for her to walk through. She hurriedly walked towards the elevator only for her to discover that it wasn't functional at the moment.

MrsJaja
>Who did I offend?! Eh?

>She dragged herself to the long stairs that she'd have to make use of in order to get to the top floor of a 5 story building, still extremely wet. After about five minutes, she arrives at the reception of Mr Dipo.

MrsJaja
> Good day ma'am. I'm here to see Mr Dipo.

Receptionist
>Do you have an appointment ma?

MrsJaja
>Yes, I do have an appointment.

Receptionist
>Your name please?

MrsJaja
> MrsJaja.

Receptionist
> Give me a minute.

>The receptionist leaves her seat to walk into Mr Dipo's office. That was when she noticed MrsJaja blouse; if squeezed , she was certain that the sweat that'll be obtained will be enough to bath 2 female adults.

MrsJaja(thoughts)
>Why is this one staring at me like I'm her lost mother? Abeg carry your eyes comot, or is she gay? Nah.. She can't be hitting on me, that face is a disgusted one.

>MrsJaja, notwithstanding her financial situation has not added a year to her age in regards to her looks. Her friends called her Genevieve as her beauty is far from fading. Her misfortune was getting married to the wrong man.

MrsJaja
>Good afternoon Mr Dipo, you just abandoned us oh.

MrDipo
>At least, have your seat first. Ahah, you haven't changed a bit and I mean that past the words that just came out of your mouth. You're still as beautiful as the first day I saw you.

>MrsJaja the hard woman didn't realize she was already blushing uncontrollable. Her emotions betrayed so also did her body. She began to look downwards, only stealing glances with her tooth holding her lower lip as MrDipo continued to tease her with his words.

MrsJaja
> MrDipo, your mouth is sweeter than your brother's. Hope you're not using this your mouth to carry small small girls, I wouldn't want to hear that you've been cheating on your beautiful wife o.

MrDipo
>  I'm a good man. I just like to appreciate good things.

>How is Ola, I saw him the other day preaching the gospel with some of your church members but he didn't notice me. Ola the pastor.

MrsJaja
>Ahbi oh, my church boy. It's good to serve God. One day, he'll be called pastor Ola cause he carries church on his head very well.

MrDipo
> He doesn't look like his father at all character wise. That one is a Christian but doesn't know what matters in the Christian life. I'm sure Egbon doesn't where the Bible says "Jesus Wept".

MrsJaja
>Hehehe

>Leave my runaway husband oh

MrDipo
>Your runaway husband?
>It's funny how you still call him your husband. My brother has started a new family over there o.

MrsJaja
>[smiling] I've always know that. I still love him and I still hope that he comes back to us.

MrDipo laughs for a short while before standing from his chair and walks towards her.

MrDipo
> You know that I'm a straight forward person, I do not derive pleasure beating around the bush and I don't engage in things that don't give me pleasure.

>Your husband is away and doesn't even know if you or Olathepastor is still alive. I seriously don't even know why you still call him your husband.

>See eh, you're beautiful and still looking extremely young. It'll be best if you get into another relationship now.

MrsJaja
> it isn't not as if I haven't thought of that, but I'm not divorced and that is not even the real issue. I don't want any man to break my trust, so I better stay with my son and enjoy the little life we both have.

MrDipo (Sighs)
>Like I said earlier, I don't like what I hate and I hate what I don't like. I would like us to have a sexual relationship. You can be my side...

MrsJaja (cuts in)
>ahah! What are you saying Dipo? You must be joking or the burning sun has reconfigured my ears cause can't I'm not hearing right.

MrDipo
>You're beautiful and your body can help you also. Just agree to spread leg for me and I'll be your sugar daddy.

>He walks back to his chair with a smirk on his face. MrsJaja wanted to think he was joking but the expressions on his face said otherwise.

MrsJaja
>I'm highly disappointed in you Dipo! How dare you try to do this to me and you're wife at home? How do you expect me to feel when next I see if I even consider the nonsense you just said. Please, don't repeat this ever again.

>Please, just give me what you promised me for my son so I can leave.

MrDipo
> I don't think you're understanding this situation pro...

MrsJaja(at the verge of yelling)
>what is there to understand?! I don't feel safe here anymore Dipo, please just help me and I'll leave.

MrDipo
>I'm not chasing you out of my office na.

>and I don't have money to give away for free again. I hope you do understand this one.

>MrsJaja in anger didn't utter another word, rather she stormed out of his office and headed home to meet Ola who greeted her with the prepared list for school

>She was angry, disappointed, scared and hungry that she couldn't even take a look at the list. She just walked straight to the iron strone and threw herself on it.

Ola
>Mummy? Are you okay ma?

MrsJaja
>Do I look not okay? Or you trying to say I'm not okay?

Ola
>(Internal silence). I cooked yam porridge, you want some?

MrsJaja
> I want some? Do you cook it with your money? Don't trigger me you this boy o. Bring food let me eat jhor.

Ola
> Alright Ma.

>Ola walks up to the kitchen cupboard that was in the corner of the room to dish out the food.

MrsJaja
>Warm the food na!! Winter is not my house o.

>Ola puts on the stove and places the pot of yam porridge on it.

The next morning.

MrsJaja (On the phone)
>Ola, where are you? You just left the house without telling me? When did that one start! That you're going to school doesn't mean you can leave this house at will.

Ola
> Sorry ma. I forgot to tell you last night. The pastor's wife asked to come take stuffs that I can use for school after I told her yesterday after Bible study. I'm even on my way back home. She even asked me to come back when I'm about leaving to get some foodstuffs

>At this point, MrsJaja was already in tears.

MrsJaja
> (With a breaking voice). Okay

>She thought about what happened yesterday and wondered how she'd raise the money needed now that her only option has decided that he wants to shift pant.

>After about thirty minutes, Ola arrived with a big bag which his mum inspected carefully.

MrsJaja
>When is the deadline for payment?

Ola
> Deadline for acceptance fee is next two weeks.

MrsJaja
>Okay.

>MrsJaja has contacted everyone she has to contact. The list of those she knew that could was very small though, even at that, she still received no help and the deadline for payment was in a few days.

> She got back from work on a sunny afternoon on Monday , carrying her regular yaba bag. Ola was at home devastated and was trying not to lose hope.

MrsJaja
>Hope you still have the 30k with you?

Ola
>Yes ma.

>She pulls out an envelope from her bag that has the logo of the school where she works. Ola immediately realized that she has been paid her monthly salary.

MrsJaja
>Takes this 13k thousand. Add 10k to the one you have with and use the 3k on it for your transportation fare.

>Ola was filled with joy and continued to thank his mum continously.

@MrsJaja (thoughts)
>How do I intend to get this school fees, if it isn't paid, that means this 40k will waste oh.

>Ola, Can you pay your school fees together with your acceptance fee?

Ola
>No oh, that'll be immediately after I'm done with verification.

MrsJaja
>Alright, I'm coming.

She leaves the house and walks for the next one hour. She arrives at the gate of the complex but this time, she meets a different GM. She had to go through the same drill all over again and was allowed in after a few minutes

>She looks to the elevator as she hears some noise from that area. Her heart was elated when she heard it open and someone stepped out, she hurriedly advanced towards the elevator. After about 2 minutes, she arrives at the reception of MrDipo.

>After a few seconds with the same receptionist, she was allowed into Dipo's office who wore a devilish smirk all over his face whilst staring at her at the same time.

MrsJaja
> Dipo, I'm not here because I want to be, I want you to know that. I'm doing this only because Ola

>Dipo says nonothing and only walks towards his office door to lock it from inside. He walks back to his desk and pulls out a condom whilst MrsJaja just sat there thinking about what was about to happen.

>He askes her to come to his chair and she reluctantly obliged. He then pulls her closer as she approaches and pulls off her underwear then places her on his erected clothed p*nis.

>It would have been an amazing experience for MrsJaja as she been celibate since her husband left but her consent didn't mean she wanted it. Her mind was far away from there and her eyes just glued to the window in front of her.

>Dipo on the other was having the moment of his life as her honeypot didn't follow the line of thoughts in her mind . It sucked him in aggressively like a starved baby who's mother has been away for days.

Her tightness that has been enabled from her years of inactivity drove him crazy and in a few minutes, he was shaking profusely like someone who had convulsion.

>She carried herself off him with her eyes filled with tears and her flooded with its drops. She picks up her underwear from the floor where it had been thrown and dresses herself, whilst going back to her seat.

MrDipo pulls out the condom and throws in into the bin by the side of his desk as he zips up. It took him another few minutes to get his old self back and the cloud 9 he visited wasn't letting go.

>Still saying nothing, he pulls out an envelope from one of the drawers in desk and draws out two bunches of 500 naira notes and handed it over to her. She felt it in her hands and immediately knew it wasn't up to what she had asked for so she went ahead and counted it.

MrsJaja
>But Dipo, I told you I'd be needing over 100k for his school fees and acceptance and this is just 40k.

MrDipo
>I can't cough out that amount for you. Money isn't easy to come by, you should know this by now.

MrsJaja
>But you promised me Dipo. After sleeping with me against my true will, you still want to do this to me. eh?

MrDipo
>Well, I never promised to give you all but if we can repeat this 2 to 3 times, I'm sure the money would be complete.

> Her mouth opened wide immediately. She shakes her head in bitterness and stands up to pace round the office.

MrsJaja(thoughts)
> GOD WHY!!!

>she takes a look at him again and approaches him quietly.

MrsJaja
> I'll do this for my money but know this, God will definitely judge you and you'll never see my face again, ever!

>She leaves his office after they both reached an agreement that she'll come for the next three days in all. In all the three days she went there, Ola knew but what he didn't know was that his mother was giving her body to his uncle so he could go to school.

> She hands Ola 120k on Thursday evening to add to the 43k already with HIM with a stern warning.

>Early morning on Friday, Ola leaves the house straight for the bank to deposit the money with him before leaving for Ago-Iwoye, Ogun State where OOU is located at.

>It was a 2 hours, 30 minutes from ikorodu garage to the school gate. On getting to the school, he met a massive quantity of students who were queuing at the POS spot, waiting to pay their acceptance fee too

After waiting for nearly 5 hours, it finally got to his turn but his luck ran off. The POS mechine just stopped responding ; the network went flat. They moved around the school with mechine for the next 3 hours but the entirely school didn't have network.

>Everyone was thrown into a state of panic and Ola was obviously not left out. After about another hour of trying, an official emerged from the ICT building wearing ankara and with a big stomach.

Official
>By now, I'm sure you all know that the POS mechine has lost network. The school administration is aware of the condition and has deliberated over it, knowing fully well that it isn't your faults the VC has extended payments by another week.
.

>Ola quickly contacted his friend who was still on campus receiving a lecture. He asked Ola to wait and when he was done, both left the school together to his friend's apartment.

>The next day in the evening, Barcelona had a football match against Real Madrid, it was an El classico and no football fan likes to miss such encounters between two strong clubs.

Ola was a fan of Manchester United but had his favorite player playing that evening so he followed his friends and his roommates to a hotel closeby that shows football matches free in their compound.

>The time was 8:30 and Ola was standing alongside his friends infront of the hotel, waiting for the football match to begin by 8:45, that's when the entire story changed.

>A bike pulled over beside them, almost hitting Ola's hand and as he was about protesting, he noticed the men wearing mofti on the bike carried AK 47. At first he was scared and his fear intensified when he didn't see his friends beside him. They had ran away immediately.

ManOnMofti
>Hey you! If you move, I move you. Just stop right there!

.>Ola immediately figured out these must be the men of the Nigeria police force and his instinct was right as he saw SARS engraved on the black t-shirt that they were wearing

Sars1
> CRIMINAL! You're a yahoo boy ahbi, bring your phone come out.

>Ola immediately brings out his itel 1408 that he bought from someone in his neighborhood which cost him 6k and hands it over to the officer.

Sars2
> You dai mad?!! Who you dai play with? Where the iPhone.

Ola
> Sir I don't have an iPhone, that's my only phone Sir and I'm not a yahoo boy sir. I'm just...

>The next thing that happened was Ola feeling a thunderous slap to his cheek which was deafening. He fell to the ground and hit his head on a small rock and started bleeding.

Sars1
> What's your password before I knack this gun for your head break am finish!

>Ola quickly inserted his password with his trembling hands

> Sars1 searched him immediately he went through Ola's phone and brought out his ATM card from his wallet.

Sars2
> Climb this Okada!

Ola manages to pull himself up as he mounts the bike not knowing where he was headed to. After about 3 minutes of riding with them, they arrive at an ATM.

Sars1
>Wetin be your pin?

Ola (Crying)
> No sir, please you can't touch my money. It's my money!

>Sars2 immediately lifts his AK 47 up, pointed at Ola, he cracks it..

@Sars
> What's your pin you bloody criminal!?

>Ola cried out to the judge who wasn't wearing a scarlet robe but rather was carrying a gun with both hands faced at him in a trembling voice:

" I'm a student of OOU; I'm not a criminal Sir"

At this point, hard guy was in tears and very scared.

>A blow from the base of the gun followed and Ola was back to the ground, where he came from. His fear intensified when he officer pointing the gun at him whispered to the other, and both were now pointing their guys at him.

>The environment was dark, lonely and the only light was shining was from the ATM that stood with Ola's ATM card in it.

> The fear engulfed Ola as he gave out his ATM pin and watched both men empty out his account with debit alerts flooding his phone.

>Both men rode off immediately the account was empty, leaving Ola who was bleeding profusely on the bare floor.

> MrsJaja was cleaning up the house the next morning when her phone rang. It was a call from the medical Centre of OOU.

Caller( with a shaky voice that was full of sadness)
> Good morning ma, please am I connected with MrsJaja, Ola's mother?

>MrsJaja immediately dropped the broom she was holding as the texture of the voice from her caller already said something bad had happened to her son without the caller actually saying anything. Her heartbeat increased rapidly.

> With a soft tone, she replies affirmatively to the caller.

Caller (still in her previous state)
> I am doctor ebuka, calling in from OOU medical Centre. I don't know how to say this; your son was found lifeless along our minicampus road as he had bled to death.

>MrsJaja fell to the floor immediately. Her next door neighbor who heard the loud sound of her falling quickly rushed to her which was open to see what had happened, only for him to find her on the floor of her room.

>The other neighbors got alerted immediately and she was rushed to the hospital where the doctor confirmed her dead as a result of myocardial infarction.

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