Story Of A Die Hard Cultist (18 +) - Season 1 - Episode 9

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Story Of A Die Hard Cultist (18 +) - Season 1 - Episode 9

Pheeeeeeew! I sat down to relax, i looked at everybodies face and there were not smiling, i guess the compitition had officially begun and we were now opposition, well i stood up and walked to my classmate to talk with her and encourage her, i was just trying to play nice guy cause she had a massive behind and during her free style dance i had this crazy fantacy of her ontop of me…. My manager called me back to my sit and told me i had to up my game if am to win, hmmmmm!.
I had to bring my A-game to the table and a thought just crossed my mind so I asked her if it would be posible to braide my hair to the back before i go on stage again that i wanted to blow the minds of the judges and crowd and she said yes she and smiled and complimented me, “i didnt know your this creative in reasoning” she quickly went and called 3 of her friends who came and started braiding my hair thou my hair was gallas i felt braiding it would be cool, exceptional and crazy…… Up next was our introduction / casual wear… It was the second part of the contest when we dress casually come on stage and introduce ourselves, our name, age, height, weight level, department, faculty, and philosophy of life,. It sounds easy buh many people do make mistakes. As i sat for my hair to be braided i kept memorisin those lines over and over in my head so i dont forget………………………………………………. In a short while we are going to meet our contestants one after the other as there come out with their casual wear, the m.c anounced and the crowd clapped as my heart was pounding in fear….

I was all dressed up in a pencil jean, white and black shirt wit a small jacket and a supra.. Waiting to be called as my heart kept pounding….. I was the last contestant and i had gain alot of experience from other mistakes from the other contestants, the crowd was a tough nut to crack cause when you make any mistake the would booo! You ……………….. Lets welcom on stage contestant number three from the male catigory the m.c shouted, i took a deep breath wore a charming smile and hit the stage the crowd erupted in massive cheers! As i swagishly walked from left to right and to the middle of the stage to meet the m.c, the cheers were too loud that the m.c had to paused for some minutes and try to calm the crowd down so i could talk.. M.c: so contestant number three lets meet you.

Me: my names are …….. Am ………… Am 6feet and 3inch tall, i weigh 120kg my philosophy of life is Get rich or die trying.. The crowd jumped off their feet with claps and cheers as i walked out of stage to the dressing room my manager was always there waiting to give me a hug and congratulate me… When i got to the dressing room non of the male contestants could look me in the face as i out classed them and stole the love of the crowd and judges……………… Up next was our traditional outing i was looking forward to it cause i had prepared well, i even paid a personal trainer for that purpose…………..

My friends kept trooping in to the dressing room to congratulate me and encourage me, i was wondering why it was mostly girls some of which i didnt know “so nah so e sweet to be celeb” i must win today so i thought as i dressed up for my traditional outing…

The dramar was already unfolding as contestant number one stormed into the dressing room he had forgeten the name of the attaire he was puting on and in my mind i was laughing saying “see this year3 boy don fall him hands” i closed my eyes and prayed to God for a minute and then stood up and went to wait for my turn……………………. Lets welcome back on stage contestant number three for his traditional outing my legs got heavy buh when the d.j played a song by x-to my burdens became light and i majestically danced my way onto the stage, the crowd erupted again like a volcano as i flexibly moved my hands and legs to dance “ekumbe” the m.c cut me short half way and asked a few questions which i answered… The d.j played same song as i danced back to the dressing room being cheered and claped by everybody in the hall. i was greeted once again with a warm hug from my manager as i stormed the dressing room with smiles like i had won a lottery, i was the star of the show and even the other contestants knew it…………………………….. Up next was our individual talent show were we are meant to show case our talent, my talent was nothing exceptional compare to others it was modelling buh i sure had a way of blowing the crowd away…………………………….. As i sat on my chair in the dressing room hearing the cheers and booos! From the crowd as the female contestant mounted the stage one after the other i felt weak and i had lost my motivation that driving force behind me when suddenly i rememberd i had a wrap of “weed” in my bag, i put my hand in d bag and brought it out went out and looked for a dark corner to smoke my kush, in no time i was join by four other boys who wanted to have a taste of it..

They is nothing on earth that unites people as good as “weed” i made four new friends and there liked me and said i was a whatsup guy, i took my last sip and returned to the dressing room. Where have u been? Its almost time for you to go on stage, quickly get dressed my manager was panicking as i calmed her down and told her not to worry……