Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

7 years ago

Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

School has just gone on vacation for the second semester. But I wasn’t in any hurry to go home.

I had earlier been informed by my junior sister that my father had earlier declared to be an agent of change and had decided to diversify our family’s economy. He recently bought a large portion of land and had gone into farming. The last time he went into this venture, we, his children were his laborers, we did most of the farm activities, the only difference was that we weren’t paid and we ended up harvesting near to nothing.

So this time around, i decided i wasn’t going to be a party to such furtile, strenuous and unproductive affair. I decided to stay back at school while everyone was going home for the holidays.

James my Friend, was from a part of Ebonyi state that were predominantly farmers. His father also practiced this business but on a larger scale. He too decided to stay back for sometime before going home to assist his family.

Life wasn’t much easy and we were running short on money and food. We soon resorted to fasting from 6 am to 12pm. Then we smoke over soaked garri in the afternoon. By 5pm we cook 2 packets of indomie and for the night we just played games on my Playstation console before we sleep. I usually trashed James every night and that reduced my hunger atimes and increased his..

Then our break came. On a Saturday like this, James’ 27 games coupon all clicked green.

That was a total of 153,725 naira. I made sure i had the exact amount off hand just in case James tried to play his usual fast games on me.

Our once quiet lodge became noise once again. Just the two of us made the noise of 6 people. Afterall, our suffering had ended at that point. The next Sunday morning, we were the first at Church service and unlike before, we occupied the front row to resist the urge of ogling at cute choir girls. We needed no temptation to deter us from thanking God for his immerse blessing on us. We even gave 200 naira offering each unlike before that we would just stand at the back row and be clapping and dancing more than those who were going for their offerings.

“So guy wey [b] my eye wey see naa ” i asked him as we prepared to enter town that Sunday afternoon.

” Eye wey see kwa? U follow me book game abi na your papa give me money wey i take book am” he said while dressing his shoe lace.

“Guy na from your hand i sabi say Ebonyi people dy stingy o, so you wan tell me say you no fit give me even if na that last 5 naira wey dy the 153,725k ”
“Nawa o, this man wetin be your own, no be outing i dy carry you go like this, i tire for you o” he said and stood up to adjust his trouser.

“You don get small money nah, you don tire for me” i said. He smiled and sat besides me, hung his hand on my shoulder
“Baba, why you go dy talk like this naa, you know you be my nigga, how you go dy complain like my babe naa, okay, i go give you 2k”
“2k only, guy give me 5k, at least my pocket gats to be heavy as we dy comot like this”
“you get small big eye o, u forget say we go dy chop for this house and we no get foodstuffs ”
“Oya naa, bring the 2k, at all at all na im bad pass” i said stretching out my palm
“I don collect am for that 2k wey you owe me after that your Secondary school girl visit ” he ran outside laughing while i flung my shoe after him.

We got to our destination 3 minutes later..

It was a hotel. Not so big but it had what we needed. We secured a seat and started looking to be attended to. We often prefer waitresses to waiters.

Which guy wouldn’t.

We ordered 2 bottles of Heineken each along with two plates of steaming chicken peppersoup. We were done with it in like 15 minutes. Apart from being hungry, we just didn’t come there to get drunk, we also needed to look around.

James ordered another set of drinks, 1 bottle for each of us. I kept mine on the table and excused myself. I can’t be on a table drinking with my fellow guy. I’m not Gay abeg.