I stood in amusement as the fat man climbed the podium to deliver his speech. He more of struggled up as his pot belly seemed to be weighing him down but like the man he is, he struggled till he got to the top. His action struck a cord in my brain, why would many people want to give up because they feel they are a burden to their self, why would they not strive until they ascertain what it is life holds for them. I mused and smiled as the man tapped on the microphone before beginning his speech. Typical of a Nigerian that will always make that tapping sound on the head of a microphone to ascertain it is working even if he is told that the best engineers set up the stage. Some even go as far as blowing into the microphone.

I looked round me at the number of people gathered to watch the same thing happen all over again, the same people who still dressed wretched while at home but have come putting on new white shirts that cost only N100 with the fat face coupled with a beady neck of the man printed on it. The shirts were brought in as a strategy of getting the people’s attention as it’s been long they had something new on their skin. The same people that had come before when the man came to tell them he was one of their own, how he was going to give back to the community that helped raised him up. Their face appears more sunken, their eyeballs dancing in its socket as they gazed up the stage that had been erected the previous day by some labourers that were brought from outside the town.

Money had already been paid the labourers as the person in charge the previous day did not mince word in screaming at the men working that he would not pay them if the whole place is not strong and nice. The person in charge being a foreigner too. The men had all worked diligently from early in the morning till the time they took a short break eating food from the enormous cooler they brought with them into town. Some people had gathered with wares hoping the labourers will buy from them but went home disappointed when none of the numerous things they brought were bought. The labourers even brought their own cigarettes and snuffs with them.

The site was also filled with children who had come to see the stage erected for the first time, running round and touch the plywood and other materials that was to be used in the construction. None of them understood the fact that the person that will come the next day is their very own kinsman that had not employed any of his kinsmen to do the work so they can get a little money. He wanted to show off that he was sure making it in politics and therefore has numerous hands he could employ with the money he has made. He never considered the plight of the poor village he came from. The only thing he had done was to have the white T-shirts distributed in the night by foreigners and banners and poster placed while he sent out a foreign town crier to announce his intention to the people late at night when they were retiring to bed.

The sun had appeared from within the trees that same day like any other day and the people had welcomed life with open arms, gathering to pray in their separate shrines for a peaceful night rest and also commune with the spirits on other things. Each family has a member serving as the priest as the people could not go out to seek visions and revelations from outside in order to protect family names. After prayers, everyone had gone to their various responsibilities that early, those that went to the stagnant stream to get water had gone there to do so, those that had gone to harvest yam for the day and early morning palmwine had all moved out. Their farms being very close to the village.

In an hour’s time the village was trooping with life and voices were heard in each compound with aromatic smoke filling the air as people prepared for the day that had come unannounced. They wanted to welcome their kinsman well and this they surely did.

Before the sun got to the middle of the sky, loud music was heard coming from the end of the village and squinting, a bus can be seen coming down the untarred road. The villagers gathered themselves and danced to the music coming from the car, the women leading in the dance. As soon as the car stopped, men came out from it bearing drums with one of them holding a microphone from which he sang the praise of the village and the kinsman that was about coming. The people danced joyously to the beats as it took their minds of the suffering they were facing and showed them that life had a brighter side in it.

Soon the wailing of siren was heard again from the same direction that the bus had come from and all the villagers with the drummers ran towards the car cheering, the villagers waving green branches in their hands as they ran. They escorted the newcomers who had come in a convoy of 4 cars with two bike men in front and one lone bike man behind them. The villagers were happy as they expressed themselves by trying to peek through the tinted glass and rubbing the cars all over.

The car came to a stop and the occupants came down with men in black suits running to the car in the middle of the convoy. The door was opened and a foot covered with crocodile-skin made Italian shoe stepped out. As the newcomer came out fully, the villagers were taken aback with surprise as it was their kinsman who was dressed so majestic, waving a horsetail in his hand with a big fat smile painted on his face. Surely their kinsman looked like a pregnant hippopotamus adorning a white agbada as he squinted his eyes and struggled to his seat placed under a single canopy that was constructed for the purpose while the villagers stood under the sun watching.

U neva finish d niger delta own o, foxy, nice work here but shey u no go keep ur waiting again *thinking aloud*am i even asking him,wen i knw he is goin 2 keep ur waiting unless he is not foxy ,HOPE HE DIDN'T HEar me

Damex333: U neva finish d niger delta own o, foxy, nice work here but shey u no go keep ur waiting again *thinking aloud*

dnt mind him am sha waitn 4 him,if his name is his name he had beta finish this story!lolzzz

Foxy, flow dey follow ur tori oh

flow1759: Foxy, flow dey follow ur tori oh

foxy,u beta come continue b4 flow c ur bombom 4 outside.

i wonder why i am still following this story?

@foxxy,pls give me the link to ur 1st tale---TRAVAIL OF MALE SECRETAR--#i'm sorry 4 derailing ma able mod

Ah don show!!!
If that fat belly lands on a woman on top of a bad, her own don beee!!!

I gbadu ur tale jaree. . .

Just booked mu front row sit. . .

Mazi_Omenuko: Ah don show!!!
If that fat belly lands on a woman on top of a bad, her own don beee!!!

I gbadu ur tale jaree. . .

Just booked mu front row sit. . .

na mazi i follow come oo.. So make d space 2