My Comic Tales.Episode 1

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It was a bright afternoon, the sun seems to be angry with the earth so it shines down with all anger. Though my room was Air Conditioned still I was sweatung profusrley I lied on my belly on my mattress with sweats all over my body like a man who just took his bath, my heart raced like a formula 1 racing car, my eye was keen like a hunter aiming for a game.
My younger brother entered the room and found me in a pool of sweat, he was bewildered. With a voice full of amazement he asked "Bro, Why you dey sweat like this under A.C?". The only reply he got was muffled voice which I myself could make nothing of, my attention was really concentrated on the object before me.
My younger brother's curiosity grew and he stretched forward a little to see what was before me. He became more angry than surprised, I turned to look him in the face and the eyes I saw wasn't of my brother but fire, he knows not what to do. Is it to slap me? or beat me or snatch away that thing in my hand. Then I asked him " Bro, weytin do you?" He looked me with a disdain decorated face and said with the true definition of anger "So na this Wrestling game dey make you sweat like this?". I gave no answer but continued my game with my phone in hand.

©Sam Petros

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