Amazing Move

I have a friend who I can find at any time, even when it is dark. So many people have their ways of finding people, but this one was extraordinary. We were invited to a night party and we went together. We left for the party at 6 pm just to beat up the time. Meanwhile, the person who invited us gave us an invitation card to be presented at the gate before entering. He asked us to wear our best attires as there was going to be plenty of food. Trust me, we were not having a drop of food at home. We were so happy that our weekend was going to be a great one.

Olawale Adeniji

I put on our common big man's wear commonly known as Agbada while my friend wore ordinary native dress. I told my friend, “Today, I must pack food home in a freestyle. Just watch and see”. He was just laughing at what I said. He said it was not going to be possible. I was not ready to expose myself by telling him the tactics I'm going to use.

We got ready for the party early, as we were going to trek some tangible distance before getting to the venue. We were supposed to board a cab, but where will you see a gum of money under our chair? Likewise, we were as rich as the richest man on earth.

Not only that, but we began to trek and at a point, I was sweating just like a Christmas goat. My white Agbada got soaked with sweat. My friend was laughing because according to his look, he's always laughing anytime you see him.

As we got to the gate, the watchman asked for our invitation cards. “Do you think we are some of these tugs who do not have what to present?” I said, trying to dip my hands in my left trouser pocket. I was shocked to see my pocket empty. Likewise, I told my friend to check his pocket if he mistakenly took it unknowingly, but to my surprise, he was not with it. Furthermore, I told my friend to go home to bring the IV. He was not ready to go, but he had no choice but to go home. I need this as well as my friend's.

Before he got back, I flew with my Agbada inside the hall with some guests. I always know how to see my friend even when it is dark. The hall was a dark hall brightened by the light.

Muhammad Taha Ibrahim

I was looking for my friend before the light went off. He can always be identified regardless of what and where he is. As the light went off, I began to search if he had entered, but to my surprise, I saw something like a torchlight from the teeth shining so intensely. This would be my friend. I called him and indeed he was the one. So, the only way I can find him would be his teeth. Anywhere he is or wherever he might be, his teeth would be the only means of identifying him.

Within a few minutes, the light went on again. Then they started sharing food. Hmm… I must do justice to this. They gave me one plate, and I immediately ate it. My friend finished without wasting any time. I threw the plate under one man's seat. Could you believe that he has not been served food? He was not given food just because of what I did to him. When the waiter was passing by, the man asked her to give him food. “What? I have given you two plates, and you are still here asking for food. He checked under his chair and saw four plates of rice. “Who would have done this to me?” He said. Then my friend and I looked at each other and maintained ourselves without saying a word.

They brought other plates and we collected them. This time, I need to perform some magic. I looked sideways and discovered that everyone was just focused on what they were doing. Then, I threw rice inside a nylon bag as well as my friend's rice. I used common sense to wrap it inside my Agbada. Without wasting time, I threw the plate under the man's chair. He was not observing what was going on.

The waiter came for the last time and brought rice yet again. It was another set of waitresses. They dropped two plates of rice on my table. My friend took one and I took the remaining. I looked to my left and right and discovered everyone was focused, then I threw the rice inside the nylon bag.

I have a flat stomach and that made it so nice and palatable. No one would observe what I'm carrying. The ceremony was over, and we had to get up to go home. After getting up, my stomach became big. I was having an overnight pot belly. When I got to the gate, the gateman observed my condition and asked me to raise my clothes. I told him, “What right do you have to ask to raise my cloth?” He caused a scene where everybody passing by stopped and was observing.
As the man was dragging me, the nylon fell and all the rice poured on the floor. I had no excuse to give any longer other than to apologize. My friend widened his teeth and was laughing at me. What a disgrace!!!

Pascal Borener
Being a villager, I had only seen aircraft flying in the air but had not seen it live. I won a scholarship to study abroad. I had no choice other than to go for it. It is something that can bring progress. There is always a way of celebrating this kind of good news in my community. When you are ready to go for the scholarship, your parents will prepare beans to bid you farewell.

My mum did that. I ate beans to my satisfaction, forgetting the fact that I'm going to board a plane straight to the UK. I got to the airport and my stomach was giving me a sign, which I ignored. We headed to the plane and I sat with my seat partner. I fastened my seat belt and immediately the stomach gave me another sign. I was naive about what was happening, not until my stomach became bigger. It increased to its peak and I remembered what my dad always says, "fart has no separate toilet”. I do not waste any time before releasing the gas into the air from my stomach. My stomach became free and less.

I discovered some anomalous behavior with my seat partner and those around me. They were grumbling but could not say a word. I maintained my stand and did not shift, instead remained focused.

My dad always said, “The first person to raise an alarm would be the prime suspect”. I was holding on to this fact and remained quiet and also drifting, just as if I was feeling the heat of the sad aroma coming from my direction. Until the odor got suppressed, no one knew it was me who farted.

One more case is the aspect of the different classes of fart generally known as "mess". According to my findings, we have three classes of mess, which would range from the higher class to the lower class. There is a way you would sit and release the gas inside of you where those around would think it's the one beside you who releases the gas. You can never be blamed for it.

One can release the gas by making it make noise. This one does not produce finely dissatisfied or unwanted odor but is odorless. This one is the third class of mess.

Sporadically when you bend your buttocks to release the mess with a finely unaccepted odor, it turns out to be a second-class type of mess.

The last one can come up so slowly and the way it would come would make everywhere silent. Those around would be looking for the one who produced this unwanted odor. No living soul would stand this class of mess. This is called the first class. No sound but an offensive odor.