Dial - Season 1 - Episode 49

4 years ago

Dial - Season 1 - Episode 49

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By the time I got to my residence, my mind was made up.

I had come to the conclusion that Nana b0s0mba of Wowo was a very formidable man to go up against. I refused to think about the incidents that had happened ever since I met him, because the more I thought about them the harder my heart raced, and the stronger my fear became.

Yes, I had messed up, big time, where Akos was concerned. D--n, I should have left that girl alone, and not followed the uncontrollable instincts of my loins. In the past, I had not been scared of death. I had thought of death as something eventual, a strange phenomenon that would eventually catch up with everybody, and so death didn’t scare me.

Perhaps it had been because it was remote.
But now, I knew Nana b0s0mba could kill me in the most horrible way. And because I was now seeing possible death, in a very horrible way, I was now scared to die. I realized now that life was a good thing, a fine feeling, and it was precious to me.

So, I was decided; I would go to Wowo first thing on Monday to visit Nana b0s0mba, and beg him. My only prayer was that I would be able to last through Sunday, and the early part of Monday till I saw him. He had given me a deadline, and I had messed up with it, and now anything could happen to me.

I needed to see him, and beg him, and pay him, if I needed to. It was now imperative to do anything within my power to assuage Nana b0s0mba.
Yes, I was scared of him.
And when I got to my residence, that incredible mini-castle I had designed and built, I found a beautiful white Mercedes Benz parked under the canopy garage outside my gates, and leaning against its side was Nana b0s0mba.

I was staring at it, and my heart began to thud and yammer furiously because I knew without any shred of doubt that this was going to be an unpleasant encounter.
My eyes almost protruding out of my head, I swung the steering-wheel and brought the car to a halt beside the white Mercedes.
I jumped out of the car and rounded it, going toward the man with fear all over my face.
“Please, please, please,” I said, forcing myself to remain calm because I could feel the panic bubbling up in me. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m so very sorry! I was coming over tomorrow to see you, to beg you! Please, I beg of you, let’s settle this issue.”
I noticed then that he was holding a half-eaten boiled egg.