THE DIARY OF AN MC( SUNNY MESSIAH) Episode 5
I did not have a Geography teacher in secondary school . But I did not need one to know that sometimes rain came down in torrents, even when the cloud had not gathered.
I felt it could only be the reason my vision was blurry. I hate to think it was tears that glazed over my eyes. I could not have been crying for a man like me. I would never do that.
Well, he was not a man like me. For one, he did not have a forgiving heart like a man. Secondly, he was blood thirsty and bent on taking my life like a beast.
I liked to think that I was a strong man. But then even my imagination was so deprived of inspiration, it would not bear such strenuous creative thinking. Fear is a bastard
The man took two purposeful and calculated steps away from the door and the shade over it. I could tell from my very respectful distance that he was making a futile effort to restrain himself from laughing at me.
" MC Usain Bolt", The man laughed wryly as he approached . It was the unmistakable voice of my host. I used the cuff of my shirt to wipe my eyes briefly. I regained my sight completely as It dawned on me that
it was not the wolf in sheep clothing. Gospel artist my foot. " Stop running he is no longer after you." Obviously, Mr. Egwuonwu thought himself a comedian.
it was not the wolf in sheep clothing. Gospel artist my foot. " Stop running he is no longer after you." Obviously, Mr. Egwuonwu thought himself a comedian.
" I am not running. It is people like you that make him think he is a strong man. Just because he looks like a bouncer does not mean he can beat me. It is not by size o ..." I retorted. My mouth was never weary.
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After much persuasion from the organizers I managed to return to the show and picked up from where my assistant left off. Someone held brief for me while the drama played out backstage.If anything had happened nobody noticed as I thrilled them with jokes after jokes.
I did not see the beast again. When all was said and done it was a successful event. The little hitch had been drowned in the laughter and forgotten.
I thanked everyone, dropped the mic. I made a beeline for the convenience to go and take a leak. The real one this time. I was using the urinary and preening myself in the mirror on my right when I saw someone's reflection walk into the gents. My head wiped around swiftly. He did not turn around until he made sure he had locked the door.
My urine stopped. Not a drop came out again. As the trickling sound stopped, the silence that greeted the convenience was overwhelming. It was like the peace of the grave yard. As he turned to face me. It was my worst nightmare. The ungodly gospel artist. Just the two of us.
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PS: I don blow... Inspite of my k-leg I don turn super model
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