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Where you erred was the abbreviations. They were just too much. If u wanna be a good writer, stop abbreviating and text speaking. MY TWO KOBO.

Guy! You killed it, i am enjoying the story. Let me take it from here. I promise to impress you and our fans, OR SO I TOT.


STILL I FLOW.

I get you but I am on my phone now and all the updates were done with it. Translating the Hausa was an herculean task so I opted the abbs... I will work on them sha in subsequent updates...

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Its been over 2months since we started staying in the uncompleted building, we weren't only staying there, we were also working there.

"guys make we work quick, i wan go chop, hungry dey wayah me" I was tired of working that hot afternoon.

"how you no go hungry, wey you drink overdose of tramol" Nelson my fellow labourer said.

"Engineer say make una pack una load comot for this place, say him no want make una dey sleep here again" Adamu another labourer announced.

"who tell am say na here we dey sleep, no be you?" Attai accused Adamu.

"how i go tell am, i dey craze?" Adamu was asking the obvious, he was really crazy. His strange behaviours sometimes scared me. He would poo on an already mixed cement saying it would make the cement less heavy, that was absurd, but that wasn't absurd compared to him working stark n'.aked because our place of work was fenced round.



"Nelson Mandela na two bag i mix, and na two bag Attai sef mix, we dey come make we go chop for MM" I said as we sat waiting for Engineer after work.

"Engineer" never saw the four walls of a University not to talk of studying Civil Engineering, he was just lucky he was incharge of paying labourers. Dark in complexion, Engineer was an "escape" pigmy.

"make una do quick oh, una know say Engineer no go gree give us our own money until all of us dey complete" Nelson stated the fact.



There were canteens and there were canteens, but MM canteen was a Numero uno. MM was an acronym for Mama Mustapha, the MD/CEO of the canteen. MM canteen was a shabby looking building, located just a stone throw from our house. What mavelled me about MM canteen was the crowd, the crowd that always flocked the canteen was out of this world, people sometimes fought each other just because they were in a haste to have a taste of MM's delicacies. The funniest part is that you wash the plate you would be served with yourself.

In MM canteen, "all animals are equal" be you carpenter, be you Policeman.

I and Attai loved the fact that MM waiters sometimes forgot to collect money from costomers after eating, that wasn't what we loved most, we Loved their delicious meals. Their meals were so delicious that i found myself eating them in my dreams.



As i swallowed my first ball of Eba, i said to Attai; "kai!! Attai MM food na the best"

"na the bester, infact na the bestest" Attai replied.


I was almost half way when i noticed two guys walked into the canteen. They were familiar.

"oga Kumelo!" it seemed Attai saw them before me.

"eeeeeh!! See this two Big head boys oh" They sat down.

"no be me be Big head, na Attai be Big head" My tongue slipped.

"my head and your head which one big pass, no be your own?" Attai said r'ubbish.

How dare he say my head was bigger than his. His head that Four birds could nest their young birds on comfortably, his head that was curved at the edge like "go to hell" used in harvesting fruits, his head that didn't only look like Bicycle seat, but Catapult, that was the head mine was bigger than? God forbid!! if it be so, that meant i needed Surgical Operation to be done on my head just as he needed Head transplant.

"your head big pass my own"
"na lie, na your head big pass my own"
"na your head big pass".

"make una two shut up!!" Kumelo brought the argument to a stop.

"make una dey here dey argue wey una mate don dey make money" Captain said.

"s'hit up!! Where the money" Attai said. "s'hit up" was his most said exclamation. He loved saying it, both when it warranted and when it did not.

"we wan involve una for one clean business wey go make una hamma" Kumelo spoke, and droplets of his Saliva landed on my Eba.

"hope say no be the business wey una tell us for prison oh? if na that business forget am, we no want do" Attai spoke my mind.

"no be that one, this one na clean way wey una go use get better money" Kumelo stated.

"you see that motor wey pack for outside" Captain pointed at a Honda Karishim magana.

"Karishim magana" is Hausa and it means "end of discussion"; as if Honda company ended their discussion and stopped making cars, unknown to car owners that they will later come up with another car and call it "discussion continue".

"ehnnn I see the motor" Attai said.

"na me and Kumelo get am, we buy am last week" Captain said, and smiled.

"s'hit up! S'hit up!!" Attai said his nonesense exclamation. An exclamation i detested.

"guy mehn! e never reach two month wey we comot for prison and una don buy motor, una be sharp guys oh" I said and left my mouth ajar.

"nahim make us wan make una be sharp guys like us" Kumelo said.

"tell us na, tell us how we go take hamma like una na" I was anxious.

"we no go fit tell una here, make una chop finish come meet us for Mallam na Mallam bar"

They walked out of the canteen.


I quickly swallowed several b'.alls of Eba forgetting that Kumelo had baptized it with his Saliva.

"s'hit up!!" I almost shouted.

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S'hit up!! S'hit up!! S'hit up!! I dey learn from you oh.

We entered into Kumelo's car and the next thing was for Flow to release a fart. The whole car smelt like rotten akamu (pap) that we had to wind down the windows.

''If I say make this guy no dey drink fura da nono, him go say I dey affect him destiny''

I said and spat out. Captain kept his face straight like he was seeing a vision.

''Flow, mess again, the smell dey do me like afrodasiac''

Captain said licking his lips.

''Na your mess dey smell that way''

Flow replied.

''You still dey think like that of your fellow men?''

I said the obvious.

Captain was notorious for r-aping new intakes and he had wanted to do same with Flow. I had stepped in that night but then, Flow still walks around with the mentality that he had been raped.

''Ehen, we dey carry una go one Alhaji place''

Kumelo said after the smell had died down.

''Una wan go sell us? Abeg, Attai head go fetch una more money than my own''

Flow stated.

''Na your Uncle head them go sell, no be my own. You wey your preek na trillions of dollars e go produce.

I said. I had to discourage Flow several times in jail from raping an inmate. My reason was for the inmate mistakenly dying and him being kept in solitary confinement. To ease his tension, I regularly supplied him with groundnut oil from the kitchen.

''We don dey reach and una dey argue about head and preek''

Kumelo said as he slowed the car down, getting off the road into a street in Bompai Layout. He drove straight till he got to the end of the street before turning right anvd stopping in front of a giant gate.

''Na here we go sell Flow preek ko?''

I asked a crazy question.

''No, na your head we go sell.''

Captain said and they both laughed. Captain and Kumelo laughed alone because Flow and I found it to lack humour.

''pim pim!''

The little door on the gate opened, a black head adorning a skull cap peeped before returning to open the gate. The giant gate slided to the left, with a short black man pushing it. Kumelo drove into one of the biggest house I had laid my eyes on.

''Na so them go take sell us today?''

Flow teased.

''O boy shut up! Na business carry us come here.''

I responded as we came out of the car and followed Kumelo and Captain into the building. We were greeted by ancient styled persian rugs, the wall so smooth you can brush hard on it without scratches.

The waiting room where we stood was taken from one of them premedieval movies. Ancient artcrafts and paintings were littered everywhere. The leather on the chair brown while the arms had leopard skins on them. Money smelt everywhere that my 6th sense started urging me to 'move' something into my pocket.

''Ya'alhaj''

Kumelo and Captain greeted simultaneously. I and Flow were really enchanted by the rare display of money and beauty that we had both been lost in our world.

''Uhm! Uhm!''

A thick voice coughed. I turned and nearly screamed. Right in front of us was the Alhaji that was building the house we were both labourers. A queer smile played on his lips as he watched our shock in amusement.



To be continued!!

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Nice One Foxy_Flow, keep it coming. . .suffer na two man squad things sha...

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Alhaji Dan kwambo was a no nonesense man, tick beard, he reminded me of Osama Bin Ladin, just that he was Obese, very very Obese. He made sure we worked on his building according to specification, little wonder Engineer was a pain in our a'.sses.

At that moment, it occured to me that we had left Nelson and Adamu in the Site, and it was sure they were not paid. That was Engineer's phylosophy, untill all workers were present before he would give out a dime.


"Alhaji these are the guys we promised to bring" Captain said as Alhaji sat down on the cushion, the cushion almost tore to pieces as his fat a'.ss landed on it, Or so i tot.

"what are your names?" asked Alhaji Dan kwambo, pretending he was seeing us for the first time. Maybe he never paid much interest in knowing his labourers by their faces, or maybe not.


"my name is Attai Johnbosco, but my friends call me Attai bobo, i am a Kano brought up" Attai shook his head unevenly as he said that.

"my name is Flow Floworine, am also a Kano brought up" I said.

"what kind of name is that, are you Nigerian?" Alhaji inquired.


"yes i am, i am an Hausa boy" I replied.

"why is your surname Floworine?" Alhaji giggled.

"my grandfather was of French origin, so my father gave me Flow which is also a french name" I answered.

That was what my Dad told me. I never saw my grandparents, they died before i was born, the funniest part was that i never even saw a picture of them. According to my Dad, the house he and my mum was staying when i was in the womb was burnt down due to a Kerosene explosion, so the Family started life anew renting another house with no trace of the past, not even a picture.

"okay Flow and Attai, has Kumelo and Captain told you guy about the business i do?" Alhaji asked.

"they have not" I answered.


Alhaji Dan Kwambo breathe in and out and said; "in this business we deal on Coco"

"wayo allah!! Na Cocoa business my Papa dey do when him dey Abeokuta, na big Cocoa dealer my Papa be that time wey him dey alive" I said a slightly altered truth.

Yes, my Father was a Cocoa dealer in Abeokuta, but an unsuccessful one. He hopped from one business to another, he had been a dealer of; Beans, Cocoyam, Plantain, Female Shoes, Female underwears, Face caps, Groundnut, Kerosene, Dried Pepper, to mention but a few. He was a perfect description of "Jack of all trade but master of none". These numerous business made him tour the cardinal points of Nigeria. Him touring round Yoruba land fetched him a beautiful Jewel. My mother.


"that mean say i go continue from where my Papa stop before him die" I said.

"Flow you be mumu, Alhaji dey talk of Cocoyam, and you dey talk of Cocoa, shey na Yoruba land we dey?" Attai said.

"even if na Cocoyam Alhaji dey talk of, my Papa don sell Cocoyam for Ilesa that time wey him dey alive" I was trying to let them know my Dad was very Industrious. And like father, like son.

Kumelo tapped my leg with his signaling that we stop arguing. An argument it seemed Alhaji Dan Kwambo was finding interesting.


"ehnnn Alhaji is not talking of Cocoa, neither is he talking of Cocoyam, he is talking of C'.ocaine" Captain let the Cat out of the bag, more like letting the Lion out of the bag.

"ehnnn Coc...... wetin?" Attai expected Captain to say "Coca Cola" and not "C'.ocaine". He was disappointed when Captain said; "C'.ocaine!! na C'.ocaine business nahim make us buy that motor wey park outside, abi una no wan buy motor?"

"we wan buy motor na" someone controlled my mouth to say that, a demon maybe.

"look gentlemen, it is not a difficult job, you just carry the Coco and deliver it to the buyers, 20% of what is gotten from each delivery is yours, as easy as that" Alhaji thought it was that easy.

"you can ask Kumelo and Captain, i don't cheat them, as soon as the deal is done, i pay them their money, Chikena!!" He added.

"Flow and Attai una be hard men na, Flow no be you tell me say you be Gun and Bullet seller?" Kumelo thought Groundnut and Chicken business was the same as Coco business.

"yes na me" I said with a shaky voice.

"Attai no be you tell me say you be first class pickpocket?" He asked the already lost Attai.

"yes naso i tell you" Attai's voice was also shaky, a clear signal that we were both scared.


"ehnnnn! young men, i will give you from now till tomorrow evening, if you don't show up here by 7pm, that means you are not interested, but if i see you by 7pm, that means you are interested" Alhaji said his final words and left after tapping I and Attai at the back, a form of encouragement.

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As soon as Alhaji left, Kumelo stood up and beckoned to I and Flow to follow him but we were too shock to move our a'rses. We just sat down dumb, I for one was trying to digest the whole news. How on earth does one sell c'ocaine and to think that it was in Kano. Kano of all places. Not even Abuja, not even Lagos. So this malams also sniff the stuff. Wow.

"Una no go come now, na until Captain finish this 501 before una go understand what'sup."

501 is not the name of a dog meat, it is the name of a drink, very alcoholic spirit.

"Flow dey go, my belle dey turn me."

I said to Flow making a face. Truly, I was suffering from constipation of the news I just heard. It was hard to digest.

"No, make you dey go. Sh'it dey catch me"

"Make una dey there dey argue."

Kumelo said obviously angry.

Like someone blew a whistle, we both stood up and ran after him as he walked into another room. I stopped in my track as soon as I passed the door, with Flow bumping into me. I was speechless and amazed.

"You no go comot this your television head from road now"

Flow said, using his hand to smack my head.

"See kettle dey call charcoal black"

I said and moved for him to pass. He also stopped in his track. We looked at ourselves and laughed. We just won jackpot. Alhaji was storing drinks of various kind inside that room.

"This one be like 501? Na confirm brewery be this oooo"

Flow screamed and he quickly ran to a stand where different brands of Brandy were on display.

Brandy is not the name of that musician o, it is the name of a very strong drink made from fermented barley and apple.

"No go stu'pid your self with drink o, because I no go escort you."

I said as I saw Flow drinking directly from a bottle like a bush man. Who wouldn't.

"Attai, you no go drink?"

Captain asked as he saw me standing without moving an inch. How would I? When I was choiceless, with the array of drinks being displayed. The ones I have seen, heard about, read about and even dreamed about. Something else caught my attention, Kumelo came out from behind a concrete slab holding a silver bucket. A familiar scent filtered from the bucket right into my nose. My eyes brightened and immediately I started salivating.

"This na confirm MARY-JU-ANA from obodo Europe o, imported"

He announced as he set the bucket down. I needed no invitation. I dashed to where it was and dipped my hand into the bucket, scooping a handful and pouring it into my mouth. Flow too did the same. There was no time to start rolling them.

"Na all this thing una go dey enjoy o. Make una just accept the deal come back tomorrow."

Captain said, his voice already sounding slurpy.

"Them dey ask blind man whether him no how much them put inside him plate"

Flow said the wisest thing I have heard him say since I knew him.

"So na yes be that?"

Kumelo wanted to confirm.

"When tomorrow reach, we go know"

I said the obvious.

I moved towards the drink stand and selected two Black Labels while Flow held onto a bottle of Scotch (Another hot drink). Seems the dude was in love with stronger things than I. Filling a white "santana" leather with MARY-JU-ANA, we walked out. I was already feeling the effect of the MARY-JU-ANA working in me.

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"Flow, e be like say na heaven we dey go this night o. See as moon just near ground."

I said as I walked in unsteady step towards "our" almost completed building.

"See you, me dey see water wey dey inside that big star, make I tell you"

Flow replied me, extending his hands to touch whatever star he had seem.

"No be star jor, na satelite"

I told him. Big stars were always referred to as satellites by us while growing up. My father once told me, it is the eyes that oyibo people are watching us with. That during the time of "Abacha", the oyinbos had taken a photo of him using their special "eye" when he was doing the thing with his wife. I don't know how true the story was anyway, but as kids, we believed everything.

"Who tell you? Me I hear say na there we go go when we die"

Flow dropped a big lie.

"If you be pastor, devil go come meet you for counselling cos him na learner where you dey"

I replied him.

"Where are za two op you caming prom?"

Someone screamed. It sounded like a dream but right in front of us stood Engineer. His ugly mustache twitching.

Like two thieves, our hands held hot drinks, our eyes dull and the sky close to our head, we knew we had landed in a big trouble!!!




FLOW...promised to updated in the afternoon.
Do stay tuned!!!

To be continued!!!

Foxy_Flow: I take God beg una, make una comment o... Abi una no wan encourage new writer like me again?

Pleaaaasseeee...!!!!

Am sorry to correct you here. Its "Kumelo" and not "Dumelo", abi na the igboh wey u smoke make you change "K" to ""?

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Una no wise oooh. Na co'caine una wan deal on, instead of two man squad thugs OKORO PIPO

"Engineer abeg we go pack comot tomorrow, make we sleep for here this night" I and Attai pleaded on our knees.

"no! I say make una leave this house!! house wey go soon complete nahim una wan dey stay, no be only to plaster and to paint remain? if the house complete make una come pay for rent stay, from next two weeks people go start to enter the house" Engineer stated.

"Engineer na how much the rent of the house go be sef?" asked Attai.

"for a room and Palour na 100k, and for a room self contain na 50k, and the Alhaji wey get the house say immediately the house finish make i start to dey collect rent from people" Engineer answered.


"okay Engineer we no go sleep here this night, but we fit leave our property here?" It seemed the weed i smoked had cleared off my eyes, and my brain also.

"yes, una fit leave una property, make una go carry all the things wey una go need, i wan lock all the door"

"which door?" I almost asked forgetting the company that handled buying and fixing of doors, windows, and roof came to fix the doors that morning.

"Flow you dey mad oh, where we go sleep? Instead of you to kneel down make we beg Engineer, you dey talk another thing" Attai had forgotten the kind of person Engineer was, that even if we stark ourselves n'.aked pleading with him, he wouldn't give a damn, his "yes" was his yes and his "NO" was capital NO.


We collected our day's pay from Engineer and left.


As we staggered down Dakata works layout road, my mind kept trying to figure where we would end up passing the night; under a Lorry, under a Tree, or in a Gutter. Then an Idea dropped.

I slid my hand into my pocket and brought out the paper Kumelo gave me containing his phone number.

"make we call Kumelo na" I suggested.

"call am for wetin?" I noticed Attai's eyes were unsteady.

"to tell am say them don pursue us for our house, say make we come stay with him and Captain until we get money to rent house" I said.

"okay where phone wey we go take call am na" Attai said.

"make we find where them dey make call na" it was really high time we owned a phone each. Maybe it was because we had not stolen phones yet. Or maybe not.


As we walked towards a pay phone centre, Attai brought out a wrist watch, the wrist watch was glittering like a star.

"Attai! Where you see this watch?" I was surprised.

"i thief am" Attai answered.

"where you thief am?"

"na for Alhaji house na" answered Attai.

I never saw him stole Alhaji's wrist watch that was on the table while we were at Alhaji's house, that was how swift Attai could be, two Seconds was too much for him to steal the Pyramid out of Egypt.

Saying the wrist watch shone like a star was an understatement, it shone like the Moon. I looked keenly at it and noticed it was Gold, real Gold.

"Attai this watch na real Gold oh" I announced.

"how you take know?"

"you no know say i don sell Gold before?" I had sold stolen Gold necklaces, and wrist watches way back then.

"S'hit up!! S'hit up!! Flow eeeh!! We don hamma oh" Attai displayed Fulani dance step.



"i wan make call" I said as we got to a pay phone centre.

Seeing the "beauty" that sat in the pay phone centre, i translated what i previously said to Queen's English; "can i make use of your phone?"

"yes you can, have it" she offered me the phone.


"the number you are dailing is not reachable at the moment, please try again later" was what i heard a voice said at the other end.

Since what the voice said was that i should try again later, i tried 2seconds later, and it went through this time.


Because of the beautiful fair pay phone Lady, i spoke Queen's English to Kumelo, with infusion of Queen's Pidgin so that Kumelo wouldn't be mad at me.

Attai just sat down peacefully staring at the Gold wrist watch on his wrist, also doing all he could possibly do for the Lady to see he wore a Gold wrist watch. Of course the Lady would know he stole the wrist watch because he was shabbily dressed.

I never knew something else was in Attai's mind. Something Evil.

"Flow i dey come make i go piss" Attai said after i finished talking to Kumelo. He took fast calculated steps into the dark.

"why this mumu dey run na?" I wondered.

It had escaped my memory that my friend Attai was a world best pick pocket, and pick bag.

As i handed the Lady 100naira waiting for my change of 60naira, i heard; "Barawo!! Barawo!! Barawo!! Thief!!"

It instantly dawned on me that Attai had done his worse, and i instantly took to my heels.


The Lady was really excellent on the tracks, i must say. Infact, if she was at the last Olympics, she would for sure had won Gold medal for Nigeria.

I ran how best i could, like a Lion was chasing me.


Woe betide me for the "Chioma Ajunwa" Lady to catch me.

"keep it flowing; you guys are doing a great job"


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