flow1759: Dear Nairalanders,
I appreciate you all that read my story so far, and those that are yet to read it. I promise you guys more rib cracking updates ahead. But, too sad to say that the story would end in this month of June, my birthday to be precise.
Pls don't ask me when my birthday is because my answer would be "when we reach there you go know". Nevertheless, my birthday is not in a weeks time, neither is it in two weeks time, as it draw nearer, i would let you guys know.
Yours Flowing,
Flow.

PS: My birthday wish is for this story to make frontpage. Ogas at the top take note.



STILL I FLOW.

flow1759:

happy birthday Ms_ Pweshy.

Viva Ms_Pweshy.

But wait oh, How many years u be? Shey u don reach 35?

flow1759: Obele's place was the place to be after a hectic work and a handsome pay.


"Obele how far?" Man greeted, "i dey oh, how una want am na?" Obele asked. "na our usual oh, Indomie and Egg, the egg go plenty oh" Man ordered.


"MAN United get match today oh, we get match with Everton" I said, "omoh that Match go make sence oh, shebi na by 7:45?" Brainbox asked, "yes na 7:45, guy we need to win that match so we go still remain for top of table oh" I said.

"Obele do the Indomie quick quick oh, before hungry go finish us here" Man yelled. "guys, how una see am, make we buy Zobo take nak dis indomie and egg na" Brainbox suggested, "na true oh, e go make sense oh, e go bring back our blood wey don comot for our body" I said, "ok, Flow take money go buy the Zobo come from that shop before Obele go finish to do the Indomie" Man offered me 500naira note.

Man was beginning to be too benevolent for confort.

Zobo is a reddish drink that is made from a plant. The plant is mostly grown in the Northern part of Nigeria.

As i walked down to get the Zobo drink, an idea dropped.


"shebi u know say dem no dey seal the Zobo container? try make u piss for Brainbox Zobo, shebi u know wetin him do you" my evil mind suggested.

It was pay back time.

But the problem was how i would pee into Brainbox's Zobo without someone seeing me. And also how i would make sure Brainbox drank from the Zobo i peed into.


"Madam, where i go fit piss abeg? piss dey catch me well well" I asked the Zobo seller after she gave me the drinks, "go for the back of that shop, piss for there, na there people dey piss" She replied pointing at a shop. I paid her and left.


As i got there, i was glad nobody was urinating there, it was just me.

I quickly grabbed one of the Zobo container, opened it, drank out of it to reduce the content, then as i started to pee into the container, someone walked in. A chubby Man.

"Good morning sir" I greeted when it was Evening. The Man saw what i was doing and he stared at me in a strange way, maybe he tot i was mad.

"na doctor say make i piss for container come, say him wan do lab test" I said to the Chubby man with a smile. He strayed his eyes to the other two containers i kept on the floor, "those ones na dem my friends piss" I said without thinking.

Without thinking that, how on earth would our urine be as reddish as Zobo, unless of course we were Vampires. And how on earth would the pee of I and my friends fill half litre containers each, unless of course we were horses.

It seemed the Chubby man fell for my lies, because he didn't mention a word until he left, or was he d'umb?


Legend has it that Zobo gives blood. Brainbox would sure get blood to the fullest. Zobo mixed with Urine? Maybe he would get Goat blood.

"Brainbox na ur own Zobo be dis" I stamped the mixture in front of Brainbox as he continued eating the Indomie and egg. "Man na ur own Zobo be dis" i gave Man his.

We were half way through the Indomie and egg when, "Flow u dey mad oh, u give Brainbox the Zobo wey cold abi?" Man said swapping his Zobo drink with Brainbox's Urine/Zobo mixture, "Man all of them cold na" I said, "But Brainbox own cold pass jor" Man replied and opened it to drink.

Maybe the Urine in the Zobo drink made it more chilled. Maybe.

"Man!! No drink am, i piss inside" I almost shouted.

But it was too late, he already drank it.

"why the Zobo dey taste like dis na? E no sweat" Man complained wearing a poo face.

"why e go sweat, when u don drink piss, Mumu boy" I almost said.

"but my own sweat oh" Brainbox said.


I had hit the wrong target. Brainbox's Guardian angels were really vigilant.

Maybe i would get better luck next time. Only if such opportunity comes again.