Must Read: Ibo Boy Wey Like Yoruba

6 years ago

Must Read: Ibo Boy Wey Like Yoruba

Rats!!!…………… two big rats ran out of my cupboard, there were as big as a cat. “so na rat nahim wake me from that bad dream?” i asked myself as i grabed my broom ready for battle. I struck the cupboard and they ran out, i struck again at them, missing, they ran fast to hide close to my bed. I saw them climbing the wall as i struck again hiting the one behind making it fall on my head, as it fell on my head, i couldn’t help but “speak in tongues” in a loud voice.

I lèft my door open for them to run out but they didn’t. The one i struck at didn’t die but ran back to the cupboard. Now with the two rats in different hiding places, i decided to go after the one at the cupboard. I struck at the cupboard again making the rat run out to my direction, as i felt it touch my legs, i “spoke in tongues” again adding “Swahili” this time.

I fell like an “iroko tree” making an “earthquaking” effect on the floor. “wetin dey happen there, Flow u dey ok?” Ilorin asked from his room, “i dey ok oh” i lied.

“abi dem send this two rat to come kill me, dem fit b winch oh?” i asked myself as i stood up heading to the direction of the one on the wall; hiding behind my curtain. I struck and it ran to join the other one at the cupboard, i ran after it with fury not knowing that i had steped on the “okro” soup on the floor. I sliped off dancing “Micheal Jackson break dance” and……………… Gbam! i fell like a “bag of beans”. “make una come help me oh, i don die oh!!” i shouted at the top of my voice as i saw the two rats ran out of the open door……

I tried to sleep that nite but couldn’t, soon it would be morning and i haven’t winked a sleep.
As i lay on my bed i recalled that this same incident took my room mate’s life in my university days. Mike was stuborn. Robbers came to our room and he refused giving them his laptop, claiming he was a “bagga” and that he can’t be submisive to “ordinary” robbers.

The robbers wasn’t ordinary, they were with g*uns. I was a “bagga” also but i took the wise decision and did whatever they commanded.
They shot Mike on his chest point blank, we tried to rush him to the hospital but we couldn’t get a cab quickly bcos it was very late at nite. “Aro Mikoh” as he was fondly called gave up the ghost.

Since Aro Miroh died i have been seeing him in my dreams bcos he was not önly my “fratanal brother” but was the “blood brother” i never had.

After he died we heard rumours that he had a quarel with a “black axe” guy who promised to deal with him seriously.

Since then i feared robbers so much, i just don’t know why. Now see what my fears has caused me.

Just then i remembered my phone was gone, my SIM was gone too. “how i go take get my contacts back now?” i asked myself. “Juliet, her number don go b dat, and i tell her say i go call her for mid-nite call this nite” i said to myself as i tried to catch some sleep.