Kidnapping Father Christmas: Chapter 5 – Nigerian Christmas Story, Funny, Kidnap Santa Clause, Adventure, Children and Mischief, Free Web Novel, Fabling, Pam
“Chukwuma, have you seen the Father Christmas that will come for our school’s party?” Otomokpo whispered urgently, grabbing his friend’s arm.
“No, what happened?” Chukwuma asked, his curiosity piqued.
“Come and see him!” Otomokpo pulled Chukwuma by the hand, leading him to the back of the school where they could spy on the man in the red suit. They peeked around the corner and saw Father Christmas practising his deep “ho ho ho” laugh.
For a moment, Chukwuma stood frozen in excitement, his mind racing as a plan began to take shape. Suddenly, he jolted, grabbed Otomokpo’s arm, and the two boys dashed out of the school as fast as their legs could carry them.
They didn’t stop running until they reached Malik’s house, panting heavily.
“What—are—you—doing?” Otomokpo gasped between breaths, confused by Chukwuma’s urgency.
Ignoring him, Chukwuma knocked on the door, and Malik’s mother opened it with a puzzled expression. “Chukwuma, Otomokpo, what are you doing here? And why are you sweating in your Christmas clothes?” she asked, eyeing their dishevelled appearance.
“Good morning, ma,” the boys greeted in unison, trying to catch their breath.
“Is Malik ready?” Chukwuma asked, glancing over her shoulder.
She nodded and pointed to the children’s room. “Tell him to hurry up. I need to go to the market, and I can’t leave until he’s ready.”
The boys rushed inside and found Malik, dressed up like a tiny gangster, admiring himself in the mirror. Chukwuma stared at him, thinking, Does this boy even realise how stupid he looks?
“Guy, stop acting like a mumu jor,” Otomokpo blurted out, annoyed by the unnecessary delay.
Startled, Malik turned around, frowning at the intrusion. “What are you doing here?”
“We found the real Father Christmas!” Chukwuma announced with a grin, his excitement infectious. Moments later, the trio was back at school, rejoining their classmates who were equally thrilled about the discovery. Malik whispered something to the group and handed Habibat a transparent water bottle filled with a mysterious black liquid.
Turayo, the boldest among them, volunteered to deliver the bottle. She confidently approached the backyard where Father Christmas was now coughing from all the forced “ho ho ho-ing.”
“Father Christmas, do you want some Coke?” she asked sweetly, stretching the bottle toward him.
He looked down at her, recognizing her as the Bale’s daughter, and smiled. Trusting the familiar face, he unscrewed the cap and took a long swig from the bottle.
Turayo hurried back to her friends, her eyes shining with excitement. “He drank it,” she whispered triumphantly.
Meanwhile, Oyinbo, still dressed in his Father Christmas costume, pulled out his phone the moment Turayo was out of sight. Dialling quickly, he spoke in low tones, “Atutu, I don see am. I don tell the school say I forget something for house already, so them go allow you enter. Hurry up before the party starts. And no forget the touch-and-follow juju wey Baba give you oh. Oya, I dey wait. I don do my part; she go soon come back collect hin water bottle.”
Back with the group, Aboki asked curiously, “What is even inside the bottle?”
Malik grinned mischievously. “My big brother is always taking this green medicine that turns his tongue blue. It makes him sleep or do whatever I tell him to do. I crushed eight tablets and put them in the bottle.”
As they listened to Malik, a loud thud echoed from the direction of the backyard. The children exchanged glances and then smiled, a gleam of mischievous triumph lighting up their faces.
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