Must Read: Ibo Boy Wey Like Yoruba

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Must Read: Ibo Boy Wey Like Yoruba

It was a fender bender. Just that the two head-lamps were mangled. Lucky enough there was a nearby panel-beater.

Dami wasn’t injured, neither was i. if there was one thing i never forgot when such situation comes is; “never forget to step on the brake” i steped on the brake in this case but a bit late though, or would i say an angel helped me stoped the car from a complete head-on collision.

I thanked my stars the owner of the shop we hite wasn’t around. Even if the owner were to be around, there was little or no damage on the wall of the shop. “but i told u to slow down, u wouldn’t listen” Dami said as the panel-beater started work on the car. “i tried slowing down, but the speed at which that Honda car came made me lose control” i said. “oga, dis head-lamp na 20 thousand naira for the two oh, plus money wey i go take panel beat the body of the car, infact all the money wey u go pay na 30 thousand naira oh” the panel-beater informed. “30 wetin? Haba!! Na new motor we wan buy?” i said, “go buy new motor na, na for where u go see 30 thousand naira motor” the panel-beater angrily said.

“Flow i just have 10 thousand naira here with me, how much do u have with u?” Dami whispered to my ears. “me wey my money don hang for Atm nahim u dey ask how much i get, i no get any money, infact na only 200 naira dey my wallet now”.

I almost said. “ehnnnnn 200 naira”
i said. I narrated to Dami how the Atm refused paying me and how broke i was, she pitied me “should i call my Mum?” she asked, “omo, call am sharperly, dis wahala don tayah me” i almost spoke out, “don’t call her pls, how would she feel on hearing this” i said. “she wouldn’t feel bad, she should even be happy its the car that got damaged and not any of us” she responded. “just don’t be tensed about this, take it easy” she added.

Dami called her mum. While we waited for her mum to come, i was resiting “the Lord’s prayer” in my mind. Her mum came in no time. “how did it happen, Ugo were u drunk?” Ireti asked. “drunk ke!! I don’t drink oh, i haven’t even tasted alcohol before” i told her a lie that could fetch me an award. “Mummy u need to thank God we are alive oh”, Dami said. “and dis panel-beater is asking for 30 thousand” i added. At the mention of 30 thousand Ireti frowned at me. “abi dis woman want make i pay everything? But i no get that kin money na” i said to myself.
Dami said she was leaving and she secretly put the 10 thousand naira she had in my palms before she left.

“u know what! I was about going to see my friend that owns a hotel when Dami called, why don’t u leave the panel- beater to do his work while u come with me to see my friend in the hotel down the street” Ireti said, “buh, buh, but” i stammered. “no buts, u are coming with me to the hotel, and that is final” she said in a commanding tone. She went to where the panel-beater was, spoke Yoruba with him for a while and handed him something from her bag, money i guess. “let’s go” she said again with a commanding tone. “which kin wahala i go put myself, see as dis woman dey command me, why she wan’t make i follow her, abi she wan carry me go corner make boys beat me well well bcos i go jam her car” i tot.