As a young boy, my dream is to be a Traffic Warden. But when I grew into my teens and learnt of their atrocious pay, I abandoned that dream. My Mum was a teacher and went to school every week day. Daddy (Alhaji) was a civil servant and the ‘servant’ in that job description always pissed me off as a kid. I was still seeking admission two years after graduating secondary school and I still wasn’t sure of what I wanted to become.

All I knew is that I enjoyed ramming my rod through Shade, a girl in our neighborhood and after my Mum have caught us together on Alhaji’s sofa, she has been walking funny the following week and refused to look at my direction each time I saw her, I knew I needed to find a new victim.

That was when Alhaji retired from civil service and was always at home. So I knew bringing girls home was no longer an option and I had to find another alternative. I decided I would never be a civil servant also as I wouldn’t want to block the shine of my kids when they need the house to Bleep.

That was when I heard that a guest house 3 streets from our house charged N500 for one hour. I learnt they called it ‘short time’. It was at that moment I knew ........

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