Kuttie and the Ghetto Episode "1"

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"Gbum... Gbumm... Gbum...!" Comes a knock on our room door.
"ooow... Who must be knocking on our door this early morning?" i asked no one particulary.
As i rise up from our old rumpled mat, i looked down only to laugh at my roomate or rather my close friend kenny, he was sleeping with his large mouth wide open while the ants are busy building ibadan highway express on his opened large mouth.
Kenny my friend can swallow up a big apple without chewing it.
We onced did a betting of who can swallow up a large ball of akpu which is as big as baby's head which he gladly did and win the bet.
"Gbum... Gbum... Gbum..." comes the knock again i grumbled on anger with a promise to shout at whoever tha must been knocking on our door with such a loud thud this early morning.
I peeped through our key hole and behold is our worst nightmare! Our landlord!
We have been owing the man for some months now but kept on dodging him, now he was on our door step, No way out!
I rushed back to wake my poor friend who is enjoying his sleep.
"kenny kenny! , landlord is here oooo!" i wispered.
"where!" he shouted like a mad man that he is.
"he is right there at our doorstep" i answered back.
"Chisos! Na die be this wetin we go do now?" he asked a silly question.
" make we kidnapp your papa give am as house rent na" i thundered back. "Kuttie may Amadioha strike you dumb if u call my papa name again" He cursed back.
"Eeeeh... I agree, make we go hid abeg"I concluded as the knock becomes worst.
Where do we hid? I think na wardrope sure pass!

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YOU WILL LAUGH OUT YOUR INTESTINE...