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So I got this in my email this morning…
They call the Third World the lazy man’s
purview; the sluggishly slothful and
languorous prefecture. In this realm people
are sleepy, dreamy, torpid, lethargic, and
therefore indigent—totally penniless,
needy, destitute, poverty-stricken,
disfavored, and impoverished. In this
demesne, as they call it, there are hardly
any discoveries, inventions, and
innovations. Africa is the trailblazer. Some
still call it “the dark continent” for the light
that flickers under the tunnel is not that of
hope, but an approaching train. And
because countless keep waiting in the way
of the train, millions die and many more
remain decapitated by the day.
“It’s amazing how you all sit there and
watch yourselves die,” the man next to me
said. “Get up and do something about it.”
Brawny, fully bald-headed, with intense,
steely eyes, he was as cold as they come.
When I first discovered I was going to
spend my New Year’s Eve next to him on a
non-stop JetBlue flight from Los Angeles to
Boston I was angst-ridden. I associate
marble-shaven Caucasians with iconoclastic
skin-heads, most of who are racist.
“My name is Walter,” he extended his hand
as soon as I settled in my seat.
I told him mine with a precautious smile.
“Where are you from?” he asked.
“Zambia.”
“Zambia!” he exclaimed, “Kaunda’s
country.”
“Yes,” I said, “Now Sata’s.”
“But of course,” he responded. “You just
elected King Cobra as your president.”
My face lit up at the mention of Sata’s
moniker. Walter smiled, and in those cold
eyes I saw an amenable fellow, one of
those American highbrows who shuttle
between Africa and the U.S.
“I spent three years in Zambia in the
1980s,” he continued. “I wined and dined
with Luke Mwananshiku, Willa Mungomba,
Dr. Siteke Mwale, and many other highly
intelligent Zambians.” He lowered his voice.
“I was part of the IMF group that came to
rip you guys off.” He smirked. “Your
government put me in a million dollar
mansion overlooking a shanty called
Kalingalinga. From my patio I saw it all—
the rich and the poor, the ailing, the dead,
and the healthy.”
“Are you still with the IMF?” I asked.
“I have since moved to yet another group
with similar intentions. In the next few
months my colleagues and I will be in
Lusaka to hypnotize the cobra. I work for
the broker that has acquired a chunk of
your debt. Your government owes not the
World Bank, but us millions of dollars. We’ll
be in Lusaka to offer your president a
couple of millions and fly back with a check
twenty times greater.”
“No, you won’t,” I said. “King Cobra is
incorruptible. He is …”
He was laughing. “Says who? Give me an
African president, just one, who has not
fallen for the carrot and stick.”
Quett Masire’s name popped up.
“Oh, him, well, we never got to him
because he turned down the IMF and the
World Bank. It was perhaps the smartest
thing for him to do.”
At midnight we were airborne. The captain
wished us a happy 2012 and urged us to
watch the fireworks across Los Angeles.
“Isn’t that beautiful,” Walter said looking
down.
From my middle seat, I took a glance and
nodded admirably.
“That’s white man’s country,” he said. “We
came here on Mayflower and turned Indian
land into a paradise and now the most
powerful nation on earth. We discovered
the bulb, and built this aircraft to fly us to
pleasure resorts like Lake Zambia.”
I grinned. “There is no Lake Zambia.”
He curled his lips into a smug smile.
“That’s what we call your country. You guys
are as stagnant as the water in the lake. We
come in with our large boats and fish your
minerals and your wildlife and leave
morsels—crumbs. That’s your staple food,
crumbs. That corn-meal you eat, that’s
crumbs, the small Tilapia fish you call
Kapenta is crumbs. We the Bwanas (whites)
take the cat fish. I am the Bwana and you
are the Muntu. I get what I want and you
get what you deserve, crumbs. That’s what
lazy people get—Zambians, Africans, the
entire Third World.”
The smile vanished from my face.
“I see you are getting pissed off,” Walter
said and lowered his voice. “You are
thinking this Bwana is a racist. That’s how
most Zambians respond when I tell them
the truth. They go ballistic. Okay. Let’s for a
moment put our skin pigmentations, this
black and white crap, aside. Tell me, my
friend, what is the difference between you
and me?”
“There’s no difference.”
“Absolutely none,” he exclaimed. “Scientists
in the Human Genome Project have proved
that. It took them thirteen years to
determine the complete sequence of the
three billion DNA subunits. After they
were all done it was clear that 99.9%
nucleotide bases were exactly the same in
you and me. We are the same people. All
white, Asian, Latino, and black people on
this aircraft are the same.”
I gladly nodded.
“And yet I feel superior,” he smiled
fatalistically. “Every white person on this
plane feels superior to a black person. The
white guy who picks up garbage, the
homeless white trash on drugs, feels
superior to you no matter his status or
education. I can pick up a nincompoop
from the New York streets, clean him up,
and take him to Lusaka and you all be
crowding around him chanting muzungu,
muzungu and yet he’s a riffraff. Tell me
why my angry friend.”
For a moment I was wordless.
“Please don’t blame it on slavery like the
African Americans do, or colonialism, or
some psychological impact or some kind of
stigmatization. And don’t give me the
brainwash poppycock. Give me a better
answer.”
I was thinking.
He continued. “Excuse what I am about to
say. Please do not take offense.”
I felt a slap of blood rush to my head and
prepared for the worst.
“You my friend flying with me and all your
kind are lazy,” he said. “When you rest your
head on the pillow you don’t dream big.
You and other so-called African
intellectuals are damn lazy, each one of
you. It is you, and not those poor starving
people, who is the reason Africa is in such
a deplorable state.”
“That’s not a nice thing to say,” I protested.
He was implacable. “Oh yes it is and I will
say it again, you are lazy. Poor and
uneducated Africans are the most
hardworking people on earth. I saw them in
the Lusaka markets and on the street selling
merchandise. I saw them in villages toiling
away. I saw women on Kafue Road crushing
stones for sell and I wept. I said to myself
where are the Zambian intellectuals? Are
the Zambian engineers so imperceptive
they cannot invent a simple stone crusher,
or a simple water filter to purify well water
for those poor villagers? Are you telling me
that after thirty-seven years of
independence your university school of
engineering has not produced a scientist or
an engineer who can make simple small
machines for mass use? What is the school
there for?”
I held my breath.
“Do you know where I found your
intellectuals? They were in bars quaffing.
They were at the Lusaka Golf Club, Lusaka
Central Club, Lusaka Playhouse, and Lusaka
Flying Club. I saw with my own eyes a
bunch of alcoholic graduates. Zambian
intellectuals work from eight to five and
spend the evening drinking. We don’t. We
reserve the evening for brainstorming.”
He looked me in the eye.
“And you flying to Boston and all of you
Zambians in the Diaspora are just as lazy
and apathetic to your country. You don’t
care about your country and yet your very
own parents, brothers and sisters are in
Mtendere, Chawama, and in villages, all of
them living in squalor. Many have died or
are dying of neglect by you. They are dying
of AIDS because you cannot come up with
your own cure. You are here calling
yourselves graduates, researchers and
scientists and are fast at articulating your
credentials once asked—oh, I have a PhD in
this and that—PhD my foot!”
I was deflated.
“Wake up you all!” he exclaimed, attracting
the attention of nearby passengers. “You
should be busy lifting ideas, formulae,
recipes, and diagrams from American
manufacturing factories and sending them
to your own factories. All those research
findings and dissertation papers you
compile should be your country’s treasure.
Why do you think the Asians are a force to
reckon with? They stole our ideas and
turned them into their own. Look at Japan,
China, India, just look at them.”
He paused. “The Bwana has spoken,” he
said and grinned. “As long as you are
dependent on my plane, I shall feel
superior and you my friend shall remain
inferior, how about that? The Chinese,
Japanese, Indians, even Latinos are a notch
better. You Africans are at the bottom of
the totem pole.”
He tempered his voice. “Get over this white
skin syndrome and begin to feel confident.
Become innovative and make your own
stuff for god’s sake.”
At 8 a.m. the plane touched down at
Boston’s Logan International Airport.
Walter reached for my hand.
“I know I was too strong, but I don’t give it
a damn. I have been to Zambia and have
seen too much poverty.” He pulled out a
piece of paper and scribbled something.
“Here, read this. It was written by a friend.”
He had written only the title: “Lords of
Poverty.”
Thunderstruck, I had a sinking feeling. I
watched Walter walk through the airport
doors to a waiting car. He had left a huge
dust devil twirling in my mind, stirring up
sad memories of home. I could see
Zambia’s literati—the cognoscente,
intelligentsia, academics, highbrows, and
scholars in the places he had mentioned
guzzling and talking irrelevancies. I
remembered some who have since passed
—how they got the highest grades in
mathematics and the sciences and attained
the highest education on the planet. They
had been to Harvard, Oxford, Yale,
Massachusetts Institute of Technology
(MIT), only to leave us with not a single
invention or discovery. I knew some by
name and drunk with them at the Lusaka
Playhouse and Central Sports.
Walter is right. It is true that since
independence we have failed to nurture
creativity and collective orientations. We as
a nation lack a workhorse mentality and
behave like 13 million civil servants
dependent on a government pay cheque.
We believe that development is generated
8-to-5 behind a desk wearing a tie with our
degrees hanging on the wall. Such a
working environment does not offer the
opportunity for fellowship, the excitement
of competition, and the spectacle of
innovative rituals.
But the intelligentsia is not solely, or even
mainly, to blame. The larger failure is due
to political circumstances over which they
have had little control. The past
governments failed to create an
environment of possibility that fosters
camaraderie, rewards innovative ideas and
encourages resilience. KK, Chiluba,
Mwanawasa, and Banda embraced
orthodox ideas and therefore failed to offer
many opportunities for drawing outside the
line.
I believe King Cobra’s reset has been cast
in the same faculties as those of his
predecessors. If today I told him that we
can build our own car, he would throw me
out.
“Naupena? Fuma apa.” (Are you mad? Get
out of here)
Knowing well that King Cobra will not
embody innovation at Walter’s level let’s
begin to look for a technologically active-
positive leader who can succeed him after a
term or two. That way we can make our
own stone crushers, water filters, water
pumps, razor blades, and harvesters. Let’s
dream big and make tractors, cars, and
planes, or, like Walter said, forever remain
inferior.
A fundamental transformation of our
country from what is essentially non-
innovative to a strategic superior African
country requires a bold risk-taking
educated leader with a triumphalist attitude
and we have one in YOU. Don’t be highly
strung and feel insulted by Walter. Take a
moment and think about our country. Our
journey from 1964 has been marked by
tears. It has been an emotionally
overwhelming experience. Each one of us
has lost a loved one to poverty, hunger,
and disease. The number of graves is
catching up with the population. It’s time to
change our political culture. It’s time for
Zambian intellectuals to cultivate an active-
positive progressive movement that will
change our lives forever. Don’t be afraid or
dispirited, rise to the challenge and salvage
the remaining few of your beloved ones.

Episode 2
Aisha stand at berger bus stop for about 3 hours (8pm) ....and decide to trace Kunle maybe she will see him.....she move down across the motor park.....and straight to Ojodu.....after she move from place to another and got tired she decide to relax infront a shop have already close.

when Kunle got home in the other hand (oko oba in Agege) ....the first place he say before going inside is his friend Deji.....
Deji: ha my guy welcome ooo.....
Kunle: (with angry face).....thanks
Deji: ha, na only you come, wa de Aboki girl u give belle
Kunle: are u not the one that said I should not bring her home
Deji: where she come da
Kunle: I left her in berger
Deji: to do waiting?
Kunle: just for her to go, I collected her phone and her money, I pray she see helper
Deji: so u weeked like this, why you go do that to person you give belle
Kunle: but....
Deji: but what!
Kunle left there with annoyance
Immediately he got inside, he took his both and get something to eat.....and call on the attension of the mother
Kunle: Mum, I have something to have something to ask u
Mama Kunle: and what is that?
Kunle: what if I impregnated a lady now, mama will you be mad at me
Mama Kunle: why would I? Is God blessing now
Kunle ran out of the house and went straight to berger, at about 7pm in the evening, because of the terrible holdup on the road he got there at about 8:30pm. He could not find her....he ask from people around...but no one know her where about......

Scene2
At about 10pm in the night Aisha begin to search for favour by stopping car going on the road....she tried and stop many car but refuse to stop.....at 10:30pm a particular stopped for her
Aisha: good evening sir
Man 1: how may I help u
Aisha: please sir (bringing tears from her) am stranded here, I don't know if you can help me?
Man 1: am sorry my family are waiting for me at home.....(He drive pass)
Aisha sat on the ground and start crying......
She decide to sleep infront of the shop......
In the morning she wake early and started moving from street to street.....and begging for money to feed....she enter one canteen close to Bemil estate in ojodu where she decide to eat

Scene 3
Mama Aisha was surprise, that Aisha is not back from school since her Friend is back since yesterday, so she decide to see the friend
Mama Aisha: zainab, (speak in hausa) your friend is not back from school since yesterday
Zainab: ko? She left very early this morning
Mama Aisha: E Allah, where is my daughter
Zainab: Mama, I don't know, she did not tell me where she is going.....
Mama Aisha: have tried her number several time but switched off......ha o where is my daughter (started crying) and went with her husband to Alhaji house.....unfortunatly Alhaji has instructed the gate man not to allow them to come in.
Scene 4
Aisha: please ma sell food for me.....
Food seller: which food
Aisha: rice
Food Seller: ok
She brought the food as Aisha sat and eat
When she finish eating she went to the woman to give her money
Aisha: this your money ma
Food seller: how much is this
Aisha: is #100
Food seller: (shouted) take your money joor my money is #200, how did you expect me to sell that food #100?
Aisha: please collect it from me like that am stranded here and don't even know to go from here
Food seller: (speak in yoruba) what is she saying, or has this one run mad......?
Aisha: I don't understand what u say ma!
Food seller: so you stranger,
Aisha: am stranded here, and am carrying a baby (started crying)
Food seller: just get out of my shop
(Collected the money and send her out....)
Aisha continue her journey and also begging aim

Scene 5
In kunle house, he has look so dull since morning and the mother approach him
Mama kunle: why are u so dull my son
Kunle: am fine, there is nothing ma
Mama kunle: u can tell me all is well, when you have not eat ur food since morning, please tell me what happen....
Kunle: mama just (started bringing out tears) just leave me alone mama
Kunle work out of his mother

Kunle sat down in his room shedding tears and soliliquzing
( I ask her to wait for me, she couldn't wait, what have I done to deserve that from her)
Someone knock at his door
Kunle: who is that
Deji: na me Deji (he opened, the door and come in) mama told me you have not eat since morning
Kunle: no be u cause ham, you deceive me, u made me maltreat her
Deji: u will still see, wipe off ur tears, am sure she is not going to die
Kunle: if she die is better, I don't want her to give birth to child that will suffer the way I suffer after the death of my father....and u know what I went through.....
Deji: by the way. When will ur called up letter be ready...
Kunle: I don't know may be next month
Deji: try and compose your self, am sure she will be fine

Scene 6
Aisha was heading toward IJU, at 9pm before she saw a flash from a car...horn to stop her
Man 2: hay, why have u being moving the street.......I saw u at the other street last night....u wave to my car but I did not stop
Aisha: am sorry sir, am stranded I don't know where to go
Man 2: (open the car door) come in....(Aisha go inside the car) what did u say happened to you?
Aisha: am from the north, I came with a friend but he decide to dump me at the park....and am carrying is baby
Man 2: what! So u don't know anybody in lagos
Aisha: yes....this is my first time of coming to southern Nigeria
Man 2: don't worry u will be fine, I live in Kano before, my shop and property was burnt during the 2002 riot, since then I moved to Lagos....and God as continue to bless.
Aisha: haba! Am so sorry sir
Man 2: never mind
They drove to his house
When they got home, they met is brother
Ifeanyi: brother, welcome o
Man 2: thanks
Ifeanyi: where u see visitor
Man 2: (speak in igbo) na one hausa girl o
(Pointing to Aisha) take ur seat and free free....he will get u something to eat
Ifeanyi: (speak in igbo) watin u wan come do with her for house
Man 2: (speak in igbo) she will be the one to pay for all the sufferness I suffered in hausa land.
Ifeanyi: laugh! I trust u now bross
The next day after he left for work, it remain Ifeanyi and Aisha at home so they are discussing in the parlour

Scene 6
Ifeanyi: hope u da enjoy Lagos
Aisha: no I wish I can go to my family
Ifeanyi: why
Aisha: I just your brother can help me with money so I can go back home
Ifeanyi: (moving close to Aisha) u see enh, u don't need to go....(Ifeanyi pushes Aisha to the chair and raped her)
Aisha screamed and screamed...which force Ifeanyi to lock her inside the room....
When Ifeanyi brother came back from work, he called his brother
Man 2 : Ifeanyi!!
Ifeanyi: brother
Man 2: where is the girl?
Ifeanyi: I lock her inside
Man 2: but why?
Ifeanyi: I use force enter her
Man 2: what! (Slap ifeanyi) why did u have to do such thing
Ifeanyi: na u talk say u wan punish her now
Man 2: (speak in igbo) no be watin I wan do her be that....she is carrying a baby, I wan use her baby bust my wealth and now u done spoil because if I use ham anybody wa sleep with her go die
Ifeanyi: I beg brother no use ham let her go
Man 2: go open the door for make u pursue her.
Aisha was chased out of the house while she held to police station to report

End of episode 2

Episode 2

Sorry guys for the delay of this write up.......is going to be on Nairaland in couple of days

This My first story line here in Nairaland so my fellow literature lovers take your time to go through what I have for you.

Episode 1
(In a university in the Northern Nigeria)

Scene 1
Kunle coming from the direction of the library and met Aisha on his way.....

Kunle; good afternoon
Aisha: afternoon......
Kunle: hope you don't mind going to the library with you?
Aisha: but you just coming from the library I guess?
Kunle: yes, just to have a light discussion with you
Aisha: say whatever you want to say here
Kunle: what is your name if I may ask
Aisha: am Aisha and yours?
Kunle: am Kunle, a final year student in this institution
Aisha: am just a fresher, so what else did you want to know.......?
Kunle: I don't know if I can have your number so that we can discus some other time.....
Aisha: no problem, bring your phone and let me type it there....(kunle gave the phone to her and she typed it)
Kunle walk away and soliliquize (it seems she is different from other hausa girl have know)

In the evening at excatly 8:45pm Kunle call Aisha and she told him to meet her in front of her hostel
Scene 2
When Kunle get there he met two of her friends Ummy and Zainab
Kunle : hello
Aisha: how are u......(Pointing to her friends)....meet my new friend
Ummy (speeks in hausa) is he a Northern?
Aisha reply in Hausa....yes....
They both move a step away from where her friends are...
Kunle: Aisha I like you and i want you to be mine
Aisha: (laugh), I know that os what you are upto but is not possible cause am already engage
Kunle: engage?
Aisha: yes, and please don't bother to disturb me again (Aisha walk away from him)

When Kunle got to his hostel he look so worried and disturb, he t call her several times but Aisha did not pick the call........
The next morning kunle called her with another number.....
Scene 3
Kunle: hello
Aisha: yes, who is this
Kunle: am sorry is me kunle
Aisha: what else did you want
Kunle: the sky is full of golden star shining in the light of the moon but the most beautiful star I see is your face.....I love you truly and heartedly it apear the first day I saw you.....jist give me a chance to prove my self in your life....I love you so much
Aisha: good day (hang up the phone)
Kunle called back....
Aisha: what again!
Kunle: you did not give me any reply
Aisha: meet me in the faculty Auditorium by 2pm today

Scene 4
Aisha was sitting down lonely reading her book when Kunle came in and walk straight to her.
Kunle: good afternoon
Aisha: afternoon, how was lecture today?
Kunle: fine
Aisha packs her books and they both walk out gisting about the lectures they had today. They walk toward the female hostel....when they almost get there
Aisha: kunle, you see that hostel (pointing to her hostel), it is forbidden for any man to enter at any hour of the day and if you are caught in, all the four years you have spent in this school will be a waste.....if you know you truly love me I want you to come to my hostel block A2 before 5am tomorrow. And note there is camera monitoring the people that enter into the hostel.
Aisha walk away from him and Kunle was standing and wondering what next to do.

Scene 5
At about 8pm in the night Kunle was in his room discussing with is two friends Ben and Abdul
Kunle: guys I guess am in trouble
Abdul: what happen?
Kunle: I need to enter female hostel before day break
Ben: that mean sa you wan no wan grad for this school be that
Kunle: I need to see a girl who said I must visit her hostel before she can belive I truly love her
Ben: you see that the girl no wish you well
Abdul: you better don't try it cos is risky.....(Abdul walk away)
Kunle: Ben, what should I do?
Ben: if I will advice you, I will say don't go
Kunle stand up and brings out his phone and start pressing

At about 2am kunle woke up and dress up and move toward female hostel....when he go there, every where was dry, the security in the front gate lock them self up in the security room but the cameras are still working. Kunle when to the back of the hostel and get a rope and lather to overcome the very high fence and electric wire.
When kunle got into the compound he try and locate the room nunber and went in when he saw it. The door was not lock and he usr the of his phone to find her bed space. When he saw her, he kneel down and hold her hand
Kunle: dear, true love is difficult to find especially of a kind the one inside of me is real and natural
Aisha open her eyes and say I will call u tomorrow I love you tool.....
Kunle was still sleeping when his phone rang

Scene 6
Aisha: hello
Kunle: am fine how was your night
Aisha: if you will have time around 9am today let meet at the SUG garden
Kunle: yes that is not a problem I will be there by that time
Aisha: bye (and hang upay
Ben: my friend wa wan go female hostel
Kunle: watin happen?
Ben: why you no come go again
Abdul: he know make dem purse am from school.....but wait kunle if no be sa u no get sense watin make u thhinl of doing such when I have just this semester to graduate
Kunle: just keep your advice I don't need the advice of any of u

Scene 7
At the SUG garden kunle and Aisha was sitting close to each other
Aisha: I never know u can do that....I never mean it
Kunle: since that is what u want
Aisha: I love you
Kunle: but you said you are engage
Aisha: yes am engage to a wealthy man, who want me to be his third wife, he gave my parent a lot of money and he is the one that sent me to school and he do and check me at time.....he is a rep in our state house of assembly....
Kunle: what are we going to do about that
Aisha: never mind am in love with you. This weekend I will be going home to see my parent, Mama siad she want to see me.
Kunle: make sure you greet her for me
Aisha: no problem
They left the place and move to there varrious hostel

In Aisha parents house, Aisha parent were discussing with her

Scene 8
Aisha: mama I can't marry Alhaji
Papa Aisha: weather you like it or not he is coming for your dawry next month
Aisha: mama talk to PaPa o I can't marry an elderly person, I have someone I want to marry
Papa Aisha: if you say that again I will allow you to go to school and you will move to his house next week
Mama Aisha: take things easy with her......
Aisha walk out and say I will not him, I will not marry him

Scene 9
Aisha got to school discussing his experience with her friends, her friends don't seem to like the guy cos of tribe different. As they were discusing Aisha phone ring
Aisha: hello Alhaji
Alhaji: hello, your parent are telling me somethings now, don't tell me is true! Any way I will be coming to see you in school tomorrow.
Aisha: no problem
They hang up the phone and Aisha dial kunle number
Kunle: hello
Aisha: Alhaji want to come and see me in school tomorrow and I don't want him to see me
Kunle: ha! What did you want us to do now
Aisha: don't you have anywhere we can stay through out tomorrow?
Kunle: hmmm, yes a Friend of mine who stay in off campus we can stay in his place
Aisha: ok till then
They hang up the phone.

The next day kunle and Aisha went outside the school and stayed. While they were away Alhaji came to check Aisha but no where to be found as her phone is switch off.

Scene 10
The house which Aisha and kunle is. They gisting and playing game.
Kunle: you are very beautiful
Aisha: I know, you know something I just feel like going far away from Alhaji and my parent?
Kunle: why?
Aisha: am not enjoying my life with them
Kunle: the only solution is by coming close to me
Aisha: how
Kunle; come to my arms
Aisha: hmm ok
Aisha was in kunle arm and it eventually lead to romance and sex......kunle realize he is the one who disvirgin Aisha. They talk things over

Two month later
Aisha realize she is pregnant and went to kunle

Scene 11
Aisha: kunle am pregnant
Kunle: ha! What do we do?
Aisha: I don't know, u know I can back to my parent
Kunle: I know, i don't know if you can go with me to lagos
Aisha: but my education
Kunle: common, you are just in level one, I can start with better university in south
Aisha: when will it be
Kunle: immediately after our exam next week

After there exam there they both prepare to travell to Lagos have planed. When they are inside bus they are discusing about there experience in the past before pick up is phone and call his friend in lagos
Scene 12
Kunle: (speaking in yoruba) hello
Deji: how far
Kunle: guy am through with my studies, the only taking me back to north is my call up letter
Deji: wooow congrat
Kunle: another thing, another thing am coming with some one
Deji: who?
Kunle: a lady who is pregnant for me
Deji: guy be serious now....
Kunle: am serious
Deji: no try am o, u no de condition wa your mother da, see just da mange with little wa people assist her with....you wan come add another problem join her own
Kunle: but I will start working now
Deji: what if u no get job, me wa I finish for the past two years I no see any reasonable walk na my mother still da buy recharge card for na him u da carry one pregenancy wahala come no try am ooo.
Kunle hang the phone and continue gisting with Aisha....Aisha saw his mood and ask what the problem is, he said nothing

When they got to Berger Lagos, the drop from the bus and Kunle told Aisha to wait and the place the bus drop them.

Scene 13
Kunle: dear wait for me here I want to check my old friend
Aisha: ok don't be far
Kunle: give me your phone and your wallet
Aisha: ok (Aisha gave him the phone)

Kunle move foreward a little bit and took a bike to his destination.....Aisha wait, wait and wait for kunle

End of Episode 1

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