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The day Man wey reason visited unreasonable Man.

“Ureasonable! Flow you dey unreasonable!” Man was in my living room, “How you go tell me say you no dey smoke igboh again, and you no dey mix Rice and Beans again”

“I don’t do those things, I have decided to follow Jesus!”

Me that had decided to follow Jesus followed the old temptation Man to a street known as Azikiwe in Pitakwa.

“Guy how you take know this place” I asked.

“Na why I be Man wey dey reason na, I sabi reason wella” He announced.

“But where we dey waka dey go like this?” I asked knowing his response.

“when we reach there you go know”



“Flow take small igboh na, this particular one sweet ooh” Man offered.

“Yes na, this one na Ogoni Igboh” One tribal marked guy sitting next to Man said.

I was tempted of the devil and fell. I just don’t know how Man does this thing.

Indeed the weed was so sweet with an aroma of Catfish pepper soup.

Few minutes, then where we sat was suddenly flooded and I began to swim like a Catfish.

“Flow! Flow! You dey rub yourself for potorpotor!” I heard Man said.

“I dey swim!” I replied.

“Leave am make him swim, shebi him name na Flow, He is Flowing in the water on the floor” I heard one idiot said.



Daybreak to me telling Man to leave my house, that I needed no bad influence.

“Flow leave am, shebi na your friend!” Morley pleaded.

“I no need this kin friend for my life, make him gerrout”

“No be him force you to smoke na!” Nas said.

Indeed I smoked Azikiwe weed voluntarily and voluntarily I would mix Ogbogoro rice and beans almost taking my life.

As we passed Gateway International Church heading towards Ogbogoro, I was reminiscing to back then in Owerri when Myself, Man, Igbakwambo and the rest successfully finished building one filling station. I remembered Obele the stomach solution, I remembered Snoop – who I learnt is now serving a jail term, I remember Barinbox. I remember MOG the miracle worker.

“Where MOG dey sef!” I asked Man as we walked down a bush part.

“MOG dey this Port Harcourt ooh, you and him never jam?” Man asked.

“Me and him never jam ooh!”


“Good morning engineer!” Man greeted one wrinkled faced man, “I came here with my friend Flow, the guy sabi work, him other name na Rice and Beans”

“Okay, since he knows how to work, he will serve you”

“Flow you hear wetin engineer talk, you will serve me, meaning I am your boss!” Man boasted.

Work started and I realized that my Rice and Beans skills was still active; once a soldier, always a soldier.



“Flow bring enough block na!” Man commanded.


Then my phone rang.

It was Grace calling, she was inviting me to church the next day being Sunday.

Grace was a fine ebony beautiful woman I met on Facebook I was falling in love with, but she was more in love with me coming to church than anything else.

The call lasted about 10 minutes. Her voices was so sweet that I strayed towards a deserted part of the bush – to get clearer network maybe.

“…Yes I will be in church, I promise”



On returning to the site I discovered that everybody was gone.

“Man! Man! Man wey dey reason!” I shouted.

The trees echoed back my words in hundred fold.

“Man make una no dey play this kin play with me na, Man! John! Paulo!” I was losing my mind.

I searched for Man under a shovel, searched for John inside a head pan, and searched for Paulo in between blocks.

“Where una come go na!” My tongue was dry.

From nowhere I saw about 10 men racing towards me, but the moment I turned to run, I discovered my lazy legs had caught Elephantiasis.

It was a case of from bush to Palace.

I was carried royally to the Palace of the Traditional ruler of Ogbogoro community.

Then my story began.

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Buh boss why you still dey weep for delicious Riverine delicacy ehnn, about e no sweet again 😁😁😁

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Buh boss why you still dey weep for delicious Riverine delicacy ehnn,
about e no sweet again 😁😁😁

So i thought. Abeg shey this story never reach to hit front page? I say make i ask

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So i thought. Abeg shey this story never reach to hit front page? I say make i ask

This thing tire me sef,
wetin Divepen dey do sef those days

“Excuse me His Royal Majesty Sir!” I was weeping, “I am not the owner of the land”

“Shut up! You idiot! you thief my father’s land? Alindam!” One man holding me by my right hand gave me a stroke me with the belt he held.

Alindam is an Ikwerre man’s way of saying Alannam in Igbo language. No trouble me abeg, ask any Ikwerre or Igbo person you know.

Legend has it that an Ikwerre man cannot be separated from his land, he could kill for it.

“We go kill you nothing go happen!” One gloomy-faced man tapped my bare back with a machete, “Here na your village?”

“No be me thief the land, I am just a worker there, I just start work today, I no be thief!” I cried with a loud voice wishing Man was caught alongside me.

The Royal Highness stepped down from his throne and two members of council of chiefs followed him to a corner. They talked for a while before returning to where I knelt down weeping unending.

“Wey you Igbo boy!” The Royal Highness called, “we will lock you in OSPAC cell until you provide the person wey say make una build for that land”

OSPAC is Pitakwa’s local vigilante. I don't even know the full meaning.


In a cell that contained only me, I wept, I so wept. I stood in the pool of my tears. The day was longer than the night.

I was thinking of how life can start form zero and in few minutes end in hundred. I was hungry, the cell smelt like a skunk.

“This Ogbogoro people are wicked” I told myself.

I was flashing back to when Ogbogoro and Rumuekini was in dispute over an Ogbogoro indigene Rumuekini people killed as a result of land ownership.

That day I knew Eze was better off an Olympiad.

“oboy close your shop ooh, Ogboro people dey come plenty!” I rushed to Eze.

Our Eze was so confused that he packed his items into his neighbours’ shop forgetting that his generator was part of his properties.

That day the Ogbogorians stole from houses and shops vehicles and passersby just because one of them was killed.

“You wey kill two brothers for their land come ooh, your friends want to see you!” Accusation raised to power hundred.

I was so happy to see Nas and Morley, but happier eating homemade food after two days in custody.

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Where my Pitakwa people?

I rep Rumuagholu.

Ride on boss 😎

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I rep Rumuagholu.

Ride on boss 😎

Ndewo

My worker Udeme is a great man, he overcame Bee the one that stung.

It was sometime in May when it rained more of Elephant and Cow than Cat and Dog.

“So UD we don dey go house ooh, rain wan start, small time you pack things carry the laptop them come house” I said to UD.

“Okay Boss! Make I finish this thing wey I dey design I go bring the laptop come house” UD was very busy.

I and Morley got home before it rained so heavily that my bed was sweeter than Honey.


Soon it was daybreak and I heard a knock at the door.

“Who be that!” I yelled.

“Na me Udeme!” It was UD’s voice I heard so I opened.

“UD! Wetin happen to you! Who beat you?” He was looking like he was ran over by a truck.

“Na Bee ooh, Bee and him boys beat me!” He said.

“Why na?” A question that brought about a narration.

UD narrated to me that he was returning from worked after the rain stopped and when he got to the junction where 1759 viewing centre was located Bee called him from a corner.

“Wetin you carry for that bag!” He said Bee asked him.

“Why you tell am say na laptop na!” I grabbed the bag to affirm the two laptops where contained in it.

“So how come them no collect the laptop from you na” Morley entered.

“I tell them say na Flow be my oga and say Flow no dey fear them!” He announced.

“Why UD? Why? Why you talk that kin thing, you wan kill me?” I heart skipped.

“Boss I have to tell am like that as him ask me say who be my oga” I could feel a burning sensation in my heart.

“so wetin dem come do you?” Morley asked.

“Them beat me sotey dem almost wan shoot me when I say I no go give them the laptop bag, say the laptops wey dey inside nahim dey give us money for our office”

“So wetin come happen next?” Morley could ask because his name was not in the story.

“Bee come dey make call dey call one pastor dey tell am say head don dey for ritual” UD said, “Him wan cut my head for ritual”

“Them cut your head?” Morley asked like UD had two heads.

“No oga Morley, na my head be this na!” UD brought to his notice, “as him wan cut my head, I com tell am say if him cut my head my oga Flow go kill am”

“UD why? UD why?” Tears clouded my eyes, “Why? which day I tell you say I go fit kill Bee?”

“So as you talk like that wetin him come do?” Morley was still asking questions.

“Him tell me say he is coming for that Flow!” UD informed us, “naso him come free me”

“Which Flow?” I needed to confirm my ears were working fine.

“Your Flow na?” UD replied, “Him say him go make you Flowless”

Then Operation Flowless began.

I dy mile 3 like this...., ; very soon my Chronicles go Dy flow for this forum

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I dy mile 3 like this...., ; very soon my Chronicles go Dy flow for this forum

Abi ooh. If by that time you need colabo, just hit me

Operation Flowless would have been abortive if not for Baba Seventy’s interference.

“Seventy wetin you dey tell me so?” I was at Seventy’s house.

“I say I go habour you for my house for now” He answered, “Bee no go fit do you anything”

Bee was an enemy to Seventy no gainsaying that, but what was Seventy’s interest in me, would I end up as a bait to these touts? Or Not.

“Flow you go follow us go chop?” Biodun and Seventy was on their way out.

“Yes I go chop” I was really hungry.

“Na Amala ooh!”Seventy said, “You dey chop Amala?”

“Amala? I dey chop am na” I nodded.

Just then, I flashed back to my first experience with Amala.


It was when I visited Baba Ilorin (from Ibo boy wey like Yoruba) in his family house in Asa dam, Kwara State.

It was an Amala dudu on a hot afternoon after I and Baba Ilorin returned from drinking Action Bitter at Offa.

I had swallowed three huge b’alls of the Amala in front of me when I suddenly felt my heart burning.

“Flow you dey Okay?” Ilorin asked.

“Ilorin e be like say that Action Bitter don expire ooh” I said.

“How e go expired” Illorin spoke in past tense.

“My heart dey burn me and my belly dey turn me” He thought I was pulling his legs.

“But that Action bitter sweet na!” How on earth would something bitter be sweet at the same time?

“Guy my belle dey turn me, where una toilet dey?” Before Ilorin showed me the toilet I had dashed to the direction he pointed.

Soon I was empting my bowels in a bowl, little wonder there was no comfort in the process.

“Flow na for my Mama Basin wey she take dey sell Garri you de sh’it!!!”

For the rest days I stayed at Ilorin’s family house, his mother hated me so much, cursing me in Yoruba from time to time especially the curse “Olori buruku!!”



“Flow you be Olori buruku ooh, you don sidon for chair wey oil dey and you wear white” We were at Ajoke’s restaurant.

On my white trousers was map of Africa drawn with palm oil.

Amongst the ladies seated at Ajoke's that laughed at the ugly ordeal was someone ugly.

Coretha the lead Chorister amongst those that laughed.

“Do you know that guy over there!” I heard one of the girls telling Coretha.

“I know the guy, he is my Ex” she answered.

Coretha had finished eating and rushed to sit close to me while I resumed with the Amala in front of me.

“How are you Flow?” I noticed she was more beautiful and womanly when compared how she was before leaving Pitakwa.

“I am fine, abi don’t I look fine?”

“You, you, you do” She couldn’t take her eyes of the oil stain on my white trouser.

“So tell me, why are you in Port Harcourt?” I chewed the third piece of meat out of the 9 pieces of meats in my plate of soup.

Yeah, Nine. Legend has it that Ajoke’s meals can never be void of her infamous 9-meat. Legends also has it that she always counted the number of meats to make sure it doesn’t exceed Nine before she served. With the increasing number of customers she served daily, I sometimes wondered if she slaughtered a full cow daily; that is a possibility. Little wonder a plate of food in such a local restaurant cost 1500 Naira.

“Well I came to Port Harcourt to inform you and few of my friends of my marriage” I spewed the fourth in my mouth.

“Marriage?”

“Yes, I am getting married next month”



I was trying to digest the information of Coretha’s marriage when my phone rang. It was Fishbone.

“Hello….. Fishbone…………….. You say……….. My viewing centre!” Hell had been let loosed.

“Wetin happen?” Biodun asked.

“My viewing centre! Bee and him boys dey scatter my viewing centre” I cried.

“eheen! Leave them make them scatter am, we are coming for them!” Seventy said.

“You and who?” I replied, “See wetin you don put me into now”

“Wetin I do? Na help I dey help you na!”

Help that was causing me more troubles than good. Seventy, Myself and Biodun had overnight gone to destroy Bee’s shrine few days ago, so Bee’s camp was counter-reacting.

Seventy was the head of Greenlander a popular secret cult in the locality where we stayed, while Bee was the head of rival Icelanders. Their hatred for each other was not mainly as a result of them belonging to rival cult, their hatred was fueled when Seventy raped Bee’s wife after she insulted him.

“Seventy why you dey help me fight Bee sef?” I needed to know, “I be your brother?”

“You no need to be my brother before I go help you fight that small boy!” Seventy said, “I do it for love, abi you like as Bee send people make them enter your house come rob all your properties?”

My life was in shambles, I was going mad soon. Almost all my properties were gone. UD caused it. My computer centre was robbed at night and Bee had his men mount a checkpoint in front of the computer centre, Morley blamed me. UD caused it all. Bee was in search of me so he could serve my head in a bloody platter to occultist. UD caused it.

UD did not cause it entirely. I caused it myself.

This is how I caused it: Bee came alone to my office to collect his usually daily 500 Naira his tax for me challenging him through UD, since we had not made sales that day I resisted him and one thing led to another I landed a big punch to his Nose, the punch sent him sitting down palatial in the drainage by the road side almost causing vehicular accident. Then he ran home to get his gun while I ran out to hide in a nearby bush for hours. Vehicle that drove passed my business area from that moment was stopped and searched in a quest to find me.

If I had known.

Hi and Hello.

Good to finally have you back on Nairaland after years. I remember how much "Man wey dey reason " and the earlier stories made me follow you (Facebook).

However,these stories are disjointed and seem forced .
Be like you just dey write for writing sake.
Even if you have to write a fictional story , make e add up bros .

The originality wey make me follow you no show atall atall.


Best regards ♥️.

poshestmina:
Hi and Hello.

Good to finally have you back on Nairaland after years. I remember how much "Man wey dey reason " and the earlier stories made me follow you (Facebook).

However,these stories are disjointed and seem forced .
Be like you just dey write for writing sake.
Even if you have to write a fictional story , make e add up bros .

The originality wey make me follow you no show atall atall.


Best regards ♥️.

Thanks for the feedback. I will work on it

Now my businesses were gradually vanishing. The street that made me was becoming ice cold.

“Flow I don help you talk to Bee, him say make you buy am drink, say him no go do you anything” Fishbone said to me in my living room.

“Drink? Which drink be that?”

“Any drink na”

Jameson is a man not a boy, when he was a boy he played with his friends in the sand, he laughed so hard, danced so well in the rain. For childhood family storyline, he acted the father. Jameson grew into a fine teenager that was every girl’s dream; he was good with his words always remembering the words of his mother “Break guys bones not girls heart”. His father taught him to always come eat in the table of equity with clean hands. Jameson is a great man and a good friend too.

Jameson was indeed a good friend to me that afternoon as I approached my enemy Bee.

Bee stung not.

“So Flow you carry Baba James come tell me sorry abi?” He said.

“Yes, I carry Jameson come and this small thing” I offered him the envelope containing 5000 Naira.

“But why you follow Seventy come destroy my shrine” Bee had emptied the content of the envelope.

“Na Seventy force me ooh, I been no wan do am”



Back home I entered Morley’s room to announce to him that my sins had been forgiven only to meet my friend having sex with Happiness.

The door was open and the lovers did not notice my presence behind the curtain.

Morley was b’anging hard and I could feel the joints of the bed cracking.

Happiness's dry a’rse caused me e’rection as I watched real life b’lue film.

“Turn na make him give you d.oggy” I was advocating for Morley in my mind.

I was wondering what substance Morley took to make him last so long in bed when suddenly he headed for the Mango.

“Guy No!!! No lick this Mango!” I almost shouted.

There are Four types of Mango:
1. The Unripe Mango: This kind of Mango is the type that is acidic as a result of the fact that no one had eaten of it. Call it the forbidden fruit if you would. An example of this type of Mango in Nneka the young teenager I d’eflowered when I newly came to Pitakwa, that night I became vampire drinking blood all thanks to the stupid teenager wanting to explore options in sex.

2. The Ripe Mango: This Mango is sweet and smooth and taste like honey. This Mango, the owners are clean and maintain it clean very well. This is the kind of Mango that you will see in your dreams after licking in reality – you lick in reality and lick in dream. This Mango you will choose for you to be served as spice to your meal, for instance Mango and fried rice, Mango juice, Mango and Ice cream, Mango smoothie, Mango and Beans, name it. Example of this was Oma the girl from Ahoada I so loved. She was so expensive for me to maintain but I loved her at the time. When we broke up and I was sure didn’t want her again because her expensive lifestyle was telling on my pocket, I had to plead with her that I needed her back in my life just to have one more taste of her Mango. Imagine the I’diot telling me to buy her flower and I should go down on my knees and say I was sorry. Things we do for the Mango.

3. The Over-ripe Mango: This type of Mango taste like spoiled beans on the one side and Boley on the other side. An example is Coretha who farts when one licks her Mango. After my first attempt with Coretha and almost getting my Nose burnt by her hot fart, I promised myself to never try it again after seeing my lips suddenly growing thicker the next morning.

4. The Rotten Mango: This Mango is dead on arrival. The room is fully fragranced and aromatic. Fish, Rotten egg, spoilt tomatoes and crude oil all combine to give the room an odour that could give one wings to fly. This Mango must have been to delivery ward once or twice. I have no experience of such but could tell how it feels from the detailed explanation of Fishbone who sleeps with married women.
Happiness was a married woman; or rather a partly married woman but her Mango falls under the Over-ripe type. Or so I thought.

“Morley please don’t do this!” I almost spoke.

Thank God he didn’t taste of the Mango.

“Flow you go follow me go buy phone for Garison” Eze came to me one Saturday morning.

“Phone? I think say you get phone? Which kin phone be that?” I asked.

“Ehnnn I get phone, I no dey buy am for myself”

“Who you com dey buy the phone for?” I needed to know.

“Na Miracle, she say her phone don’t spoil”

“Okay, na which kin phone you wan buy?” I asked.

“Na Iphone! I wan buy her Iphone 7”

Just then Nas cuts into the conversation with his phone in his hand.

“Abeg me sef wan go repair this my Eyephone” Nas’s phone was more of NosePhone than EyePhone because the phone caught running Nose when it rains and ran temperature after the rain.

“This wan na Iphone”

“Yes na Eyephone made in ONELGA” How he so love is Local Government Area.

“this wan wey Nas wan follow us go, hope say him get transport money” Eze whispered to me while Nas went in to get some good cloths on.

“Him fit no hold transport ooh” I replied.

“Make we dey go na!” Nas was out but not on some good cloths.

“make we dey go where? With this kin cloth wey you wear, shey you think say na masquerade we dey go visit?” Eze said.

I saw no out-of-fashion in the cloth Nas was putting on save the shoe he wore called Canoe.

“Why you wear this your Canoe shoe na, shey you think say na swim we dey go swim?” I asked.

“ehhhn, You know this Pitakwa na, rain fit fall anytime, if rain fall, I fit float for flood with this my shoe” It was rainy season in Pitakwa.

“Abeg make two of una go wear better cloth, after I buy the Iphone na una go follow me go give Miracle the phone for her school, I want to pay her a surprise visit” Eze told us.

I went in changed to my suede high heel boot, well fitted jeans and T-shirt with “Love your Life” crested on it. Nas was on a worn out senator with a funny cowboy hart and the Canoe shoe which at the time was his only shoe. Eze himself smelled as nice as spring Rose petals, was well shaved and his newly installed earring sparkled like real diamond, he was on a black sweater and a black jean. We were looking like the three wise men from the east on a mission to impress a beautiful damsel from the South-south.

The road to Garison was farther than I thought due to traffic congestion and Nas giving us some not-too-funny comic relief all because he needed to impress on beautiful lady seated by his side.


It started drizzling once we alighted and crossed over to the other side of the road to meet the infamous Garison touts at the entrance of Garison’s phone village – a place of signs and wonders.

“Iphone! Come make I run am for una!”

“na we get the best Iphone! make i carry una go our shop”

“Una wan repair phone? Laptop?”

"You want Iphone wey go Havard?"

“Oga no mind am, na me go give you original Iphone, their own na fake!”

These were the words flying as we walked into the phone village.

“Achom ezigbote Iphone di sharp” Eze spoke in Igbo to one guy on black face cap.

Soon Eze followed the guy on black face cap towards his shop.

“Na my Oga be this, him go give you correct Iphone” The guy said to Eze as we arrived a shop full of phones.

“Okay, Ndewo nu! make una sit down, wetin una go drink?” The fat shop owner offered.

“Beer! Cold beer! Give me cold beer!” Nas said.

“Guy why you dey ask for beer for this kin place, here na office na!” I whispered to Nas.

“Flow leave me jor, you no see say we from far place come and I need to cool my temper, abi you no see say AC dey this shop?”

“Me na coke I go drink” I sounded official.

“Sir, what of you, wetin you go drink?” The attendant ask Eze.

“Me na beer, Heineken!”

The attendant had brought two bottles of Heineken and one bottle of Coca Cola when my regret started on seeing the Heineken bottles "weeping" on the table.

“I for ask for beer ooh, the coke no even sweet” I said to myself.

“So Oga which Iphone una wan buy?” The shop owner asked.

“ehnnn, I want Iphone 7 or Iphone 8, or a little bit of both” Eze replied.

“Emeka bring those Iphone make him chose the one wey him like” The shop Owner said to his worker Emaka.

“Okay oga una welcome , see this one na Iphone 7, see this two na Iphone 8” Emeka gave one phone to me and two to Eze, “but you see this one here, na Iphone 7 plus 8, e get Iphone 7 and Iphone 8 features”

“You say this one get wetin?” I was shocked.

“e get Iphone 7 and Iphone 8 features, na Iphone 7 plus 8” Emeka replied.

“that is na Iphone 15 na, 7 plus 8 na 15 na!” Nas helped us with the Maths.

“Yes, senior man, e be like you get A1 for maths for WAEC, na Iphone 15, you fit use the phone as drone if you wan do video” Emeka said.

“guy no dey lie abeg, how you go use phone as drone!” I was shocked.

“Oga I dey tell una the truth, I no dey lie, the drone equipment una go buy am separately” Emeka was winning our hearts.

“But no phone like Iphone 15 na, why you wan sell Iphone 15 wey never enter market for us!” I was sure Apple Company would be so proud of our Emeka for his exhibition – a phone that could fly.

“Oboy! This Iphone 15 drone phone for good for Miracle my girl ooh, you know say she like Tik Tok well well!” Eze was convinced.

“Emeka, so how much be the Iphone 15 drone phone?” Nas asked.

“The phone na 160k and the drone equipment na 50k” Emeka answered, “But you fit buy the phone now, later you go buy the drone equipment, I go help you come fix am”

“But chairman na 150k I get for this phone ooh, I really wan buy am” Eze admired the phone.


“make una dey pay for the phone make I go collect my phone wey that engineer dey repair for me” Nas left us after finishing his drink.

We had finished paying for the phone and left the shop only to begin a search for Nas.

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Thanks for the feedback. I will work on it

Best wishes Nna!

poshestmina:


Best wishes Nna!

Ndewo.

I see you reside in Pitakwa?

Walking northward we met with the guy with the black face cap.

“Una don buy the phone?” He asked.

“Yes we don buy am” Eze replied, “see the one wey we buy na”

“Okay na this phone una buy? Una buy correct phone ooh” The guy said.

“Yes we know! We dey look for our guy wey follow us come, you see am?” I said to him.

“Yes I see am waka like say him dey enter Fidelity bank side” He answered.

“okay make we go there go meet am” I returned.

“Where una wan go?” The guy cornered us.

“To go find our friend na!” Eze said.

“Una no dey go anywhere until una give me my Oso ahia money!”

“Oso ahia money! Nwanne were ya nwayo!” Eze spoke.

“Onwe ego anyi ga nye gi!” I added.

“See this boys ooh, una wan try me abi?” Our man had put of his shirt.

Soon about 10 guys had surrounded us and threatening to seize the phone if we don’t give the face cap guy the money he demanded.

“How much be the money sef?” I asked.

“The money na 20k, una go give me 20k because na me go show una shop wey una buy original Iphone” The face cap guy informed us.

“But na normal thing you do for us na!” Eze said.

“Oga no talk like that ooh, what of if to say him carry una go shop wey them rob una or shop wey go sell Akpu phone for una” One short man said.

I thought for a while what Akpu phone was, was he trying to say Apple phone? then i said, “But we tell am thank you na”

“This one no be matter of thank you, eji ji thank you eshi ofe?”

Of course thank you can not cook a pot of soup, truthfully the face cap guy did not look to me like someone that could cook a pot of soup with 20k; not even 2k.

“Flow abeg you get reach 20k for your account make you transfer for them, after I go give you” Eze whispered to me.

“Me? 20k? Me wey never see 20k since wey my mama born me” I said.

Eze dilly dallied for a while before he said, “okay we go give una the money but na 10k we go give una”



“Where Nas com put head for God sake!” My shoe was hurting.

“Oga good afternoon, abeg we dey look for one guy him black like back of pot, him teeth don break e get flyover for front, them say him enter una bank” Eze asked the security man at Fedility bank.

“Today na Saturday, nobody dey enter bank, make una comot here abeg before una go rob me”

“Flow! Eze! Make una see he here!” I heard from behind.

“Nas why you come do us like this na, we don dey look for you taya!” I cried out.

“Make una no vex, I been dey podge, I go s’hit for public toilet” He offered to shake hands with me.

“Go shake your papa for house, you dey craze, you go s’hit finish you wan shake my hand” The same Nas that told us that when he we was in the village, if there was no leaves he could use to clean up after defecating, he would use sand and his bare hands; that woe betide him to use tissue paper or water.

“e be like say that beer wey we drink for that shop don expire ooh, or maybe e sawa” Nas said the most stupid statement I had heard in a long while.

Well, what was I to say, I drank coke not beer.

Nice one. Following

Flow..we dey ur back 247

This no feel like the flow of that year. Abobi, abi u no dey smoke igboh again. Sumtin dey miss.

ogyunging:
This no feel like the flow of that year. Abobi, abi u no dey smoke igboh again. Sumtin dey miss.

No worry, you go feel me wella

WAACUT:
Flow..we dey ur back 247

I dey with you too. No worry una go feel me wella. Or so i thought

flow1759:


No worry, you go feel me wella

Patiently waiting

Story to continue by 18th of this month. Please stay tuned.