New Creation.

New Creation.

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New Creation,
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Episode 4.

In a matter of few minutes, Slimmy, Gentle, Nazaretha, Kong and Fabio were assembled before Host in the living room. He kept a straight face as he waited for them to position themselves rightly. A moment of silence was observed for no definite reason.

Host looked up and stared at their faces, one after the other, looking them in the eyeball. His silence was beginning to make them feel uncomfortable. Whenever he was silent for so long like that, it means that someone or some people could be killed. And that was exactly what was on Host’s mind. He wanted to vent his anger on one of them, that’s why he was staring at each of them, looking for the one whose face would show as little as a glint of unseriousness or playfulness. But unluckily for him and luckily for them, they all had their faces down with all seriousness.

“What do you guys think you are doing?” He began to talk at last. All the guys heaved a sigh of relief, making the sigh only loud enough to themselves. “You initiated a fight and you’re all resting? You think the white tigers wouldn’t bounce back?”

He paused to look at their faces, one after the other again. There was no reply, neither was there any movement or sound from the boys. They were all determined not to do anything to aggravate his anger.

“Who led the boys to drop El Salam?” He asked. This time, his question got responses immediately from everyone of them except Slimmy. None of them had talked but only moved their gazes and fixed them on Slimmy.

“I did,” Slimmy answered, in a low tones. His head still bowed.

“Why did you drop him? And why didn’t you tell me you had an intention of doing something like that, even if the boy wronged you?” Host asked multiple questions.

Slimmy raised up his head a little, he caught a glimpse of Host’s fiery eyeballs and quickly face down again. “I had no intention of… ” he paused and cleared his throat softly. “We had no intention of wasting the guy, were only on a patrol when he walked into our way”

“What patrol?”

“We wanted to disrupt some tests going on in the faculty. We had no intention of dropping him but he claimed to be stubborn, so we had no choice”

“So why didn’t you tell me after it happened?” Host barked.

“Host” Slimmy looked up a little and met Host’s gaze. “We didn’t think it was necessary to involve you in such petty matters”

“You call something that involves El Salam petty?” Host stared at them in surprise. “C’mon, El Salam is one of their major hitmen and dropping an hitman is not something petty. It is sure for them to make a counter attack.”

There was another two minutes of silent stares and sighs. “What have we done to prepare for their counter attack?” Host barked again suddenly. “You guys are hanging around and jumping about like puppies, while the predators are plotting your death. Or don’t you know you guys will be their main targets? We need to tighten up our house now. I think this is the right opportunity to finally take over this campus and put the white tigers where they belong; under our feet.” He said and jumped to his feet.

“We’ll return for a crucial meeting in thirty minutes time, consider yourself gone if I don’t meet you here.” Host said before storming out of the place.

The guys stared at each other silently, they knew better than to leave the venue for the meeting. When Host warns that he should meet you when he returns, he doesn’t mean in thirty minutes when the meeting was supposed to start, he could return two minutes after he gave the word and melt out his punishment even though it wasn’t time for the meeting.


“Baba, I just got information that Host is around and he’s having an inner circus meeting with his boys,” OJ said to Screw as he walked into the dining area where Screw was seated.

“Welcome to him,” Screw said with a scorn. Drawing some liquid from tube into the syringe. The upper part of his arm was already tightened to reveal the veins through which he would inject the liquid. OJ remained quiet for a while as watched his leader fix the syringe into the vein and inject the substance. Screw exhaled deeply after the contents of the syringe had been emptied into his arm. He covered the syringe needle and dropped it on the table.

He relaxed back into his seat, the sweat on his forehead multiplied rapidly. He took off his shirt and hung it on the chair arm, revealing his well built muscles and chest.

“Boss,” OJ mentioned calmly, trying to figure out if his leader was now in the right mood to talk.

Screw sat up. “So Host is back?”


“And he’s making plan with his boys?”


“That shouldn’t be something of concern to us,” Screw said as he got up to stretch. “We are not their mates. No matter how much cockroaches plan, they can never win the tigers in a battle.” He said and began to walk away from the dining, towards a room. OJ followed slowly behind.

Even Host didn’t believe his words, he knew that the Angels were hard to defeat but he had to talk tough. Also he had set some structures in place that’ll help them defeat the Angels.

“I gave you the job of strengthening the juniors” Screw suddenly turned and said to OJ.

“Yes Baba, I’ve done that and I’m still doing it” he said. “The boys are ready to kill anybody killable, even if it’s their mothers”

Screw chuckled at OJ’s boldness. Not that he disbelieved OJ’s ability to carry out the assignment but the thought of the boys killing ready to kill their mothers made him chuckle.

Screw turned back and continued walking, he got into the room and waited for OJ to enter before he closed it. The room wasn’t really owned by anyone but was always been used by Screw, it was the room they hid hostages anytime they had one.

The bedroom was in disorder. There were clothes ; shirts, trousers and mostly ladies underwear; hanging around everywhere, on the TV, fan, mattress and even the window curtains. The clothes were for everybody but owned by nobody. There were metal weapons everywhere too, daggers, cutlasses, axe; several of them on the mattress and on the floor.

Screw walked to the clothes hanger and pushed aside some clothes hung there. He removed the pin from a paper pinned to the wall and took the paper, he stared into it for a while.

“We will use STT 103 for our first strike” he said still looking into the paper. OJ understood what he meant by the code and nodded in reply, muttering yes softly.

Screw carefully detached a little part from the paper and handed it over to OJ. “Our signature must be on every body we drop.”

OJ collected the tiny piece and stared into it. “STT 103…” OJ muttered as he suddenly remembered something. He took a quick glance at Screw’s face. The strategy Screw has asked them to use for the first attack would involve them doing it outside the campus and carrying their attack on the head of the group.

In a dark room in a dark house, he sat patiently on the single sofa in the one bedroom self contain apartment, it was dusk but the inside of the room was darker than it was outside. He was about lighting up another stick of cigarette when he heard footsteps outside, ‘that must be her’ he thought and sneaked into the kitchen, she got to the door and was about to insert her key when she realised that the door was slightly opened, she could swear that she made sure the door was locked before leaving the house in the morning. She stepped in silently to see what or who got into her house without her permission, she thought about switching on the lights but then again that would only announce her arrival to the intruder so she decided against it. She was yet to take few more steps when she felt someone’s presence in the kitchen, immediately she turned back and made for the switch, even if she was going to die she should at least see her killer’s face or maybe faces, she turned on the lights and saw the intruder’s face.
“You have a thousand shades of freight written all over your face and that really makes you prettier than you really her” the intruder said amidst his smiling face.

“Host” she screamed and ran to hug the intruder

“Adesuwa the moon of my life” Host replied as he held her close to him and planted a kiss on her lips.

“Since when have you been in town” Adesuwa asked as they both settled on the sofa still kissing. With the lights turned on, the beauty of the apartment became more visible, the room setting looks far more beautiful than the size of the house, the big bedroom was painted pink and white with different playboy mansion emblem inscripted in the walls, a television set hanging on the wall while the dstv decoder was placed on the floor, a big six by six mattress with a white bedsheets was laid in a corner of the room, a white sofa also laid close to the mattress and all kind of teddy bears could be seen all around the room.

“I just got back but I don’t wanna talk right now, I just wanna catch up on all I have missed” Host replied and immediately returned back to the foreplay which he was obviously enjoying.

“Ohhhhh shiit” Fabio exclaimed for the umpteenth time.

“Why are you just whinning since man, are you the only one that Host has kept waiting here” Kong snapped at him though in a soft tone.

“He said 30 minutes but we have been here for hours now, I have been here for hours and you all know I can’t afford to be seen around this place else people are going to figure out that I am one of you and that will blow up my chances of winning the oncoming S.U.G presidential elections” Fabio explained even when he was sure that all of them couldn’t care less about him winning or not and as expected none of them said a word to reply him. All of them save for Kong were busy with their phones, Kong just sat there and kept his concentration on the tv while Slimmy was playing a game on his phone, Nazaretha kept his gaze fixed on his phone, no one really knew for sure what he was busy with on the phone because just like always he kept the phone in an angle where only him could see what was on the screen, some of their friends and co-members who had gotten a closer view of his phone screen in times past claimed it was the bible that he was reading on his phone but then again, no one could really vouch that they were 100 percent sure. Gentle on the other hand was doing the obvious on his phone ‘chatting with the unknown girl again’ Slimmy would say in his mind anytime he raises his head up to see Gentle smiling, part of him wanted to go and disturb him but then again if Host should come in and see them playing, he mind end up just shooting one of them or even both of them so he just decided to keep his cool as they all sat down patiently and impatiently waiting for Host’s arrival, they waited while Host was having sex with his girlfriend Adesuwa.
*Am fine, what are you guys upto right now* Hadijat who was lying on her giant mattress in her room punched her keyboards and clicked on the send icon and then minimised the whatsapp menu and switched into her browser.

Olaposij(m): 12:03am On Apr 03
Waoh. Are you married, @ Xavier ? If not, will you marry me. You are too talented ma..

Hadijat couldn’t take it anymore as curiosity got the best of her, she clicked on the download link and started downloading it while she navigated back to her whatsapp to check the new message from Gentle.

**’what are we guys upto’, who and who are you referring to ?**** the message read

**I mean you and Slimmy** she typed and replied and then switched back to the browser to play the already downloaded song. She fell in love with the song after listening to it for the first time, she left it on repeat as she waited endlessly for Gentle to reply but when the reply wasn’t forthcoming, she slept off listening to the cool and great music titled The one for me by Eden.


Host returned six hours after he left, after having with his girlfriend a nice time; a process he believed was a refreshment to his body and soul. The guys were looking famished already, only their phones had been able to keep them from complaining bitterly. Of course, except for Fabio who was looking lifeless, like a prayer warrior who had just finished a thirty days and nights fasting without getting an answer to his problems.

They all stopped what they were doing with their phones and rose to their feet on hearing the approaching footsteps of Host. He walked in seconds later and quietly proceeded to the seat he previously occupied. He had changed his clothes now and was looking calmer, he also had his green Beret on his head. He remained quiet for a couple of minutes, looking like he was reflecting on a plan.

“What have you people being able to come up with so far?” He finally broke the silence with his question.

There was no answer to his question. Host looked at each of their faces one after the other and smirked on seeing Fabio’s face. The contorted look on Fabio’s face and the thick lines on his forehead revealed his bottled-in frustration.

“The White Tigers would not let El Salam go without a fight and I’m sure the fight is coming soon,” he continued. “Like I said earlier, it’s time to use the opportunity and finally take over. Enough is enough! We should stop ruling the campus alongside the tigers, now we would wipe them out and show the world who reigns indeed. We’ve always been their masters, it’s just that we’ve allowed them play too much.”

**Next morning**

“So make sure you write all the assignments and submit them on Monday.” Ojo said to the guy standing in front of him. They were both standing in front of Ojo’s car and the door to the driver’s seat was opened, Ojo was ready to step into his car but only had to finish off his conversation with the guy.

“Alright, I’ll submit the ones I can and bring those ones whose submission dates have passed to you.” The guy replied.

Ojo Bolarinde was a final year student of business administration. He was one of those invisible students in class, he only shows up for classes three to four times in a semester and never waits till the end of any lectures. He hardly shows up for tests and exams also but his scripts and signature on the attendance booklets are always found miraculously by the examiners.

This was one of the days he showed up for lectures, he had come in twenty minutes to the end of the lecture and waited till the lecturer left the hall. He then walked up to meet one of the intelligent students in his class and called him aside to see him. He had a coursemate who was always helping him with assignments before but was absent from school for some weeks due to an unknown illness. He had to choose another one who was a close friend to the former and whom he knew was aware of his activities with his friend.

Some students rumoured Ojo to be a married man with kids who was working in a multinational company and just wanted to further his education. They said he had no time to read as all his time was invested into making money for himself and his family.

Another popular rumour in the department was that he was a top member of the White Tigers, one of the most notorious cults in school. But none had been able to prove their claims, all they passed around were hearsays. Only few students who were officials in the Student Union Government were sure of their claims. Their proof was the semblance of his name, Ojo to the well noised nick of the third in command to the White Tiger’s Cappon, Screw.

Screw, his deputy, Coded and OJ were well known by their nicks, but their faces were unknown by other people. OJ’s face was still well known amongst the cult members who keeps his identity secret but Screw the Boss and Coded was only known by the top ranked members.

The second rumour only began to look truer recently when a lecturer insulted Ojo in the class and promised to ensure Ojo fails in his course if he doesn’t start to see him in class frequently. Ojo had been quiet while the man was talking that day and even apologized after the lecturer finished with his insults, stating that he would have loved to always be present for lectures but the nature of his job would not permit. The lecturer ignored Ojo’s apologies and added more insults but Ojo remained quiet and waited until thirty minutes after the lecture before leaving the class in his usual manner.

It was a big surprise to everyone in the class when the next day, news circulated that the lecturer’s tongue had been cut off by unknown people in his residence that night, his wife and eldest daughter were also molested by the attackers. Since then, the lecturer did not show up in the university again and nothing more was heard about him. It was still not confirmed that the lecturer’s tragedy was a result of his hauling of insults on Ojo. The police had investigated the case and found Ojo innocent of any charge. That left people doubting if OJ was a member of the White Tigers or not but most people had to accept that he wasn’t because they had never seen him with a known member of the tigers in school or anywhere else.

The sound of a car horn distracted both Ojo and the guy he was talking with. The guy had to move closer to Ojo’s car as a Camry pencil occupied the space close next to them.

“Please make sure you bring them early enough, so I can submit them myself. Most of the lecturers are my friends and they understand my busy schedule.” Ojo said with a smile.

“Okay then, I’ll call you” the guy said and turned to leave.

“Thank you,” Ojo watched him walk away first before turning to enter his car.

“… Slimmy, Woooow!” He stopped as he heard an excited scream from the car by his side. He turned back to look.

A young girl had just come out of the car, smiling as she stared into her phone with full attention. She quickly typed in some words into the phone before locking the car door. She looked into the phone briefly again before picking out her sunglasses and fixing it on her face. Her gaze met with Ojo’s as she glanced up.

“Hi,” he said to her, with a smile.

To be continued…

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