silverlinen:
I guess this will be a nice ride..Waiting for the next update.

Big twalle to u OP

More comments like this and I'll give it steady updates, I want feedback

And thanks Boss

As soon s we ate and paid, we still sat at the joint ...


MY DUDE

My dude grew up in the village, came to Lagos to hustle through his uncle who promised to help him to learn a trade. On getting to Lagos, his uncle switched up on him by putting him on a job where he takes all the pay for himself. Hid uncle didn't have a wife and no kids but tragically he died in an accident while returning from a party so after his uncle's burial, my dude took over his room and continued to pay the rent and that's where I'm currently squatting.


He spoke up and said "Dammy, why you Wan go house? Wetin you Wan go do"... I then explained to him that since I had no job and I didn't get call backs from the other places I applied to and coupled with the fact that I used up all the small change I managed to save up from my Small salary, I just cannot cope. But It was only for a while I'd be back.

"Dammy you be juu, you wan go hide under your mama, but collect my advice, stay for jungle make you face am. Omo ase Loma lole"


So he spoke further

"dammy wait self, shebi you Sabi use computer? Try yahoo na, you no dey see all this small pikin dey ball like water?"


I was still thinking hard about the things he said and the yahoo part when he suggested we head to our weed joint so "we go reason wella" like he suggested. But while we trekked, I had so many questions, so many thoughts running back and forth in my head.

So, after the bust up that supped at my job, I had to find a new gig. I thought about home, (I squatted with my dude who lived at ikotun) I couldn't feed myself. Me and my dude even though we lived together, we used the 'all man for himself regime' so I was without a job and i was completely broke. Home was appealing to me, i spoke with my Mom and she even said she'd send me money to bring myself home and I almost gave in because I knew if I moved back with Mom, I won't have any food problems. So yeah, I was gonna go home but I'd tell my dude first. So he came back from work that night, and surprisingly asked if had eaten and we breezed out of the house after I told him I have had anything.

We got to this indomie joint and he placed orders for myself and himself so we waited and while we waited for the food, I told him what I was up to and blah blah. While I spoke, he didn't say a word and he was about to talk when the abami aboki served us our noodles so he said we should eat We'd talk right after.





Please don't mind my punctuations, school wasn't my thing so I didn't pay too much attention.

Thank God it's a faceless forum.

So think what you want, say what you want, I won't reply comments from 'Holy People' but I'll reply mentions from my fellow hustle guys.

Plus I decide to join Nl so I can share this.


Here's how it went down:



Just after my National diploma, I got a factory job, I had to save enough so I could go back for my Hnd. Pay was eighteen thousand 8-8. I worked for 3 months and this Indian guy tried to assault me because I didn't add 'Sir' to the 'good morning' I said to him. This werey slapped me twice in quick succession EMI werey, I slapped him back twice just as he did me. Before people separated us I showed him the Mike Tyson in me.. Before I know, police don show.. That's when my Indian guy dealt with me.. He kept giving our hungry officers money so they'd keep me in custody.


Lass lass Sha I commot for prison and the real hustle began.