I was still contemplating on the
colour of the rope to commit
suicide when i finally decided
to go to one of my friend side
who we have since quarelled
and seek for his forgiveness.
Even if na 2 cups of garri and
rice make i manage am take
survive……
I wore my garment of humility
and set for his house about an
hour journey from my home
…. I wore my goodluck toms
and set for his house with my
own legs sweating profusely
under the sun.
The last five naira on me i
could not even use it to buy
water as sachet of pure water
is now 10 naira…
Finally, i got there and
Unfortunately for me, he was
not at home…,
haa, the devil is a liar…. today
na today, if i no see this guy i
no go go house…
30 mins, 1 hour pass…my guy
never come and i no get him
number.. Even if number dey.
Credit to call no dey…even
mtn customer care don call
me to repay my debts or they
will blacklist my sim… Me i just
ignore them… Blacklist nkor,
reddington ni….
I was still there waiting when
the aroma of a nearby cooking
red beans penetrated into my
nostrils.
My stomach was already
singing tonto dikeh and vic O
songs and i could not take it
anylonger…
I tried to see the face of the
person cooking the tasty food
and lo and an behold it was a
guy….
But the way the guy bone him
face take dey cook the food,
dey carry salt and pepper put
inside the food with strong
face, approaching him to
please help me with some of
the delicacy might be a wrong
decision to make….
To Be Continued…
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