Clowns From Mars Eps3

Kelvin moved across his dad's clumsy living room. His eyes went for a framed picture hanging on the wall. He climbed up with the help of a stool and he took it down. It was his graduation picture. Fosa was standing on his right in the picture, laughing like a joyous hyena. They both were the only guys who went to college in the city and returned to the village, still foolish. No one had tried asking why they didn't further their studies.
Kelvin moved towards the door and he turned the lock. He rushed into the room and he came out with a black Ghana must go bag. He tried carrying the center table into it but he was already attempting that before he noticed it was impossible. He frowned rushing back into the room.
Kelvin retuned to the room sensing some one was watching him. He pulled down the curtains, satisfying his conscience and he returned to packing his loads.
He loaded the bag with all that could fit into it. Including his wall clock. His shoes and he would have taken his bed if it would fit in it.
Right then fosa's word came at him. "Just few cloths."
Kelvin stood, looking at the Ghana must go sitting on the bed. His hands on his waist as he whisked then he emptied the bag again.
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Kelvin moved through the busy part of the village in an attempt of avoiding eyes. He never wanted anyone to see him.
He felt so cool and super, crushing dry leaves under his rugged shoe.
He stood at a junction when he sensed a lady humming a song. He dropped his bag and he rushed towards the sound. He hide in the leaves and he studied her wide ass swing like a pendulum ball. -somebody's mother- he thought as he felt something standing in his pants.
Kelvin shook his head and he held down the steel rising in his pant. He returned to his bag feeling exited and he picked it up again. Then he marched forward in the thick bush like a lunatic that just broke loose.
He stopped for a fart as he felt his stomach rumbling. He pulled down his trouser and he too a long dung.
He was busy, struggling to deliver when he held leaves been crushed under someone's feet. He turned around quickly and out of fear he sat down on his faces. The sound of his terrible fart had stopped him from hearing the foot steps.
It was Pa Joseph in his torn shirt that looked like a blouse and a cutlass in his hands.
Whose property did you steal again." Pa Joseph asked as he moved closer to kelvin who had already start pulling up his trouser.
Kelvin knew he wasn't ready for a conversation with pa Joseph and two things came across Kelvin's mind. Run or Run.