Rise of the Trueborns: Chapter 2

28 Feb


*******7th Avenue, Festac, Present day

    ”So Dahunsi, do you think hi should get ha breast henlargement?”
 Fadahunsi Dehinde Rotimi wakes up instantaneously. There are just some things that shouldn’t be heard in the morning. He opens his eyes slowly because the hang over was overhanging him. He looks up at the girl…..what was her name again?….Ronke? Tola? Jumoke? bisi?  who was on his bed in her birthday suit. He remembers that she had one of those weird generic yoruba names.

    ”I’m sorry, what were you saying?”
    ”Hi was thinking hof henlarging my breast. Many guys haf said it was too small and that hi need big bobbi to make guyz henjoy it.”
     Ok, it’s official thought FDR. I ain’t hung over. I’m still drunk as shit. That is the only explanation for me sleeping with this vowel assassinating chick who apparently must have been the study focus for Hilary Banks in The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. Aren’t those Double ‘D’s she’s packing? what does she wanna upgrade them to? Mammoth sized titties?

 FDR just smiles and smacks her ass.

    ”whatever you wanna do, do it” he says and tries to catch some more shut eye. The girl smiles and plops back back on the bed as well and says ”Hokay”. FDR wakes up again. Goodbye sweet sleep. Why do people like this exist he muses as he gets up and walks to the hotel bathroom butt naked. 

      He splashes water on his face from the running tap in the sink and clear away the last vestiges of sleep left in s system. He stares at himself for a few minutes trying to remember the events that culmunated into bringing that girl to his friend’s house. Must have been the way she kept grinding him in the club like her life depended on it. Tosin!! Yes….that was her name. ‘Oh yeah I remember’ FDR muses. As the thoughts came flooding his mind, life began flowing…..elsewhere.

    ”Oga o……oti o da rara” He mutters to himself. As he is about to enter the tub to take an obviously needed cold shower, he hears the sounds of Ice Prince’s ”Aboki” coming from the room. Last time he checked, that was his ringtone. While he’s still contemplating whether to check or not, the music stops. a minute later, after he had turned on the shower, Tosin walks into the bathroom with his phone in her hands.

    ”Dahunsi, someone said he wants to talk to you”

    ”who is it?”


  It takes FDR 15 seconds for him to process that information. ”Give me the phone” he replies. As she hands him the phone, she asks ”Want me to join you?” As much as boning her in the shower appealed to FDR’s body, he had to decline. ”No, i have to be somewhere soon. Get dressed so i can drop you off.” ”Hokay” she says and saunters out of the bathroom. FDR smiles to himself and places the phone to his ear.

    ”Ade, how far?”
    ”Ore, ti e ba o. That girl just set for face oh. no be ‘going out’ material rara. Hokay?? Mo gbe!!. Hope say the kpanshing was worth it”

    ” Dake jare. Na so me see am this morning. where you dey?”

    ”Omo, i go organize chow things, na so i wind up for Emeka house. come jare make we booze.”

    ”I’ll meet you up in an hour”

    ”Ko si were. The spare key dey my room for that drawer where i dey keep condom.”

    ”Na so. All na protection. Later.”

   He places his phone on the sink and proceeds to take his bath. After about 30 mins from showering to dressing, He and Tosin step out from the room and eventually out of the house.


    From across the road, there is a guy seated on a plastic chair in a kiosk who cautiously watches the couple driving out of the house. The subject drives out in a black Toyota Camry. As he moves out of the vicinity, the guy walks briskly to a tarp covered object under a tree while pulling out a phone from his pocket. He speaks to the phone. Be warned, this is not your average phone. The phone was the kind of gadget that would set the likes of Apple and Samsung into bankruptcy ,just trying to research how to make one.Aliens haven’t even discovered the technology yet.  

    ”What is the strongest network here” . The Phone whirrs briefly and responds.
    ”MTN and Etisalat. which would you like to connect to?”

    ”Both ” He replies and pulls the tarp off. Revealed is a state of the art motorcycle that is literally out of this time and age. 4 turbo boosters, with ultra modern engines, loaded with gizmos and gadgets that make Flash Gordon and Judge Dredd’s hovercraft look like a toy. Its the kind of bike sci fi movies are made of. As he jumps on the bike, a dialling tone rings twice and is then connected. A sombre emotionless voice speaks on the other end.


    ”Subject is seen exiting the building with a female. The same one he brought to the house last night. Both are currently headed to unknown location. Permission to engage in pursuit.”
    ”Permission granted. May the sword never depart from your hands Brother Shina”

    ”And from your hands, depart it will not”

  Ogunshina, A member of the Brotherhood of Steel, and high ranking assassin, revs his bike and tries to catch up with his target, FDR.


    FDR drives on to meet up with his pals after dropping off the vowel slaying Tosin. How Ade wound up from getting food around Festac and then ending up in Emeka’s crib in Anthony Village was beyond him. Given the fact that it was on the way to his home, he decided to indulge. As he cruises down Town Planning way, he slots in the CD Ade gave him last night. The first strings of ”Raindrops” by Preachaz Son came waffing through the speakers.

    ’Wow’ mused FDR. ‘Ade was right. this guy isn’t half bad. Maybe he can get me more of his tracks’

  As he bobs his head along with the music, he begins to try and formulate a reasonable story to tell his mom as to why he not only didn’t come home last night, but also not calling to tell her about it. He drives into Mobil Filling station to top up on petrol before getting to Emeka’s place. As the tank is being filled up, he leans on the car while still engaged in ”Iro-Synthesis”.

‘Getting laid wasn’t a viable excuse’ he thought while looking towards the Mr Biggs outlet. ‘if he told her that, she would make him…..’

A figure lands on the roof from nowhere.

FDR literally shakes his head like in cartoons because it was kind of a strange site. He looks again but only sees a receeding shadow. But it was definitely someone. or something.

    ”sorry bros, but are they doing any construction over here”

The pump attendant looks at him funny

    ”Construction as how sir?”

    ”i thought i saw someone on top of the roof there”

The attendant slowly smiles

    ”Bros eh, e be like say your shayo never comot your body”

‘Maybe it hasn’t’ FDR thinks as he smiles at the attendant and slides him a 500 Naira note after paying for the fuel. He looks towards the roof again as he gets in his car, but sees nothing again. Some chicks come out of the Mr Biggs restaurant giggling carrying bags of goodies. FDR smiles at them and waves. They wave back smiling. ‘Still got it” he says to himself as he starts the car and drives out of the station.


Someone peers over the roof of Mr Biggs and studies the Black Camry driving out of the station. Particularly the occupant. The way he was checking out the girls and vice-versa was noticed. After about 2 minutes, the ankara clad ninja jumps off the roof, takes a slow run to the field by the side and hops into a Black Land Rover. On the passengers seat is an open file with surveillance pictures of FDR with what seemed like a dossier similar to the type that CIA compiled on their targets. The individual starts the car, literally leaps unto the road, climbs the bridge and heads in the direction the Camry took……In pursuit of FDR.


    ”Nigga where you dey since? abi that girl hold you down again?”

Ade, Emeka and two other guys FDR didn’t recognise laugh loud and hard at the statement. FDR just shakes his head. Ade and Emeka have always been the twin devils trying to gt him to do unspeakable things. Just when he seems to be getting some control over their influence, they get him drunk. He wasn’t complaining. Life just gets complicated while hanging out with these two.

    ”Just took my time” he says. ”Ade, i blame you for last night. if you didn’t start filling my glass like some personal butler, i might have noticed something was off with her speech.”

    ”Well, at least you got laid. with all my game, nothing for me”

    ”Well don’t you see? that’s just the problem”


    ”You have no game”

A raucous laughter engulfs them all as FDR sits. As he is about to take a drink, something weird suddenly happened. He suddenly felt like leaving. Like going home. ‘what’s with the sudden desire?’ he muses. He shakes it off mentally and walks to the kitchen. Emeka watches him with slits that can only come from weed intoxication. You know…..the good stuff.

    ”Wetin you dey find for there?”

    ”I have to chow. where the food Ade buy?”

    ”Omo men, food done finish, come drink something make you belleful.”

     Alcohol on an empty stomach? Not today. FDR enters the kitchen notwithstanding to see if there’s anything to salvage. With the growls his tummy was making, he realizes that he didnt have any thing to eat since yesterday afternoon. Ade has been hell bent on peforating his liver. The feeling of wanting to leave creeps in again. Maybe he better go. The rate at which these guys are going, they might keep him another night. He walks back to the living as Ade is filling a glass tumbler with what looked like cognac. It was kind of darker than cognac but smelt the same.

    ”Guys, i think i’m gonna head out now. Momsie go don dey vex.”

    ”Come on now” Ade says, ”How you go fashi boys like that?”

    ”I’m hungry, kinda tired, and i have a story to create for momsie. the faster i face the music, the better”

    ”No yawa, at least have one drink before you go”

    ”Naah. I can’t drink that on an empty stomach”

    ”Come on…..just a drink. I promise”

  FDR takes the drink from Ade and stares at him. The overwhelming feeling comes again. Oh well….The faster he drinks tis, the faster he can get out of here. And just maybe his bearings will settle down. Bottoms up then. As he raises the glass to his lips, the door explodes. Everyone ducks. FDR is momentarily deaf. Great….just great. Boko Haram has come to pay a visit. Maybe this was why that feeling of leaving kept creeping on him. As the smoke disperses and his hearing balances out, he hears the crunching of glass and wood by boots. He looks up to see a guy dressed like Blade complete with glasses and arsenals of weapons.

Ogunshina looks at FDR on the floor as well as his friends. He pulls out his gun, a 9mm Beretta, and fires.

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Posted by on February 28, 2013 in Uncategorized


One response to “Rise of the Trueborns: Chapter 2

  1. jayajade

    March 12, 2013 at 12:46



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