Blood Ties by Charlyboy

Article written by Charly Boy...

The other day I called a family meeting, in attendance was three of my daughters, two from the United states (Adaeze/Margaret) who have finished their master's degree, looking for juicy employment, my eldest daughter Yvonne, who more or less runs my business. My first grandchild Olivia who is on vacation from school in Mauritius, my Mum, my last son Charles who runs his own fashion business and doesn't live with me, my younger brothers daughter Nancy waiting to move in with her husband and my wife Lady Di. A house full of women, hummm.

The main crux of the meeting was reinforcing their sense of responsibility as long as they remain in my house and how we need to enhance our bounding and the love we share by doing things that promotes a united family. In short God blessed me with a good family.

Family is something that we cannot do without, everyone existing originated from a family. The general expectation from family is love, help, togetherness. Family gives us a level of safety, whenever we are around them we feel safer…

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.... "We are sorry, Master," Sule said. "Sorry, uh? I will make you really sorry," he said. He asked him to pull down his shorts and lie down. Sule did as ordered. The master flogged hint six hard strokes in his bare buttocks. Sule cried out loud as each stroke descended on his buttocks. Bawa had begun crying already. He dreaded the master's cane. Tanko was bracing himself for the worse. There was nothing he could do to change the situation, he had to take it. Meanwhile, Garba who was still watching out for the master heard the cries of Sule. His heart skipped. What was happening'? He went close to the cathedral and noticed that a candle had been lit. Then he saw through the window that the master had caught his friends and was flogging them. He panicked. Quietly, he began to scurry away to the hostel. His heart was burdened with fear and dread that he began to cry. He prayed his friends would not open up and mention his name. Mr. Jacobs ordered Bawa to lie down but the fat boy was still pleading. Tanko quickly dropped his shorts and lay in front of the Whiteman. The master dealt him hard strokes and Tanko cried out in pains. "Now Boy, it's your turn. I haven't got all morning," the master said calmly, even bored. "Please sir," Bawa pleaded, crying hysterically. "Lie down Boy and take your strokes," the Whiteman said, his voice rising a pitch higher. "Please sir, I will not do it again. We are not the .... TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW...JOIN US TOMORROW FOR MORE ON THIS FUNNY AND EXCITING STORY }}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}