Must Read: Ibo Boy Wey Like Yoruba

6 years ago

Must Read: Ibo Boy Wey Like Yoruba

“stop there, where una dey go?” a vilante shouted switching on his torch light.
We stoped abruptly.

I took a quick glance at my watch and saw that it was 10:30; the time the vilante members resumes duty.

Now the torch light was dirrected towards my eyes causing me a blurred vision. “ehnnnn we dey go our house” i cried.
“na una dey rob is area abi” a guy with broad chest; who was also a vigilante shouted. “rob ke!!! We no be thief oh” Ilorin said. “shut up!! Una be thief, we go show una pepper today” one of the vilante said bringing the matchete in his hands close to my chest.
“u!!! Who u be?” the one with the matchete asked bringing the matchete to touch my chest, as i could now feel the sharpness of the matchete. “i be corper, my name na Adewale Azeez” i cried out. There was a reason why i lied(u would get to know).

“Awón copa” the broad chested man said. At that moment Ilorin; as the only Yoruba boy amongst us came out and was pleading on our behalf in Yoruba language.

“Ok una go show us una ID card so we go know say una be corper” the one holding the matchete said. We all brought out our wallet in search of our corper’s ID card.
I was shocked when i couldn’t find mine.
“where my ID card com dey na? Abi e don lost” i tot. I instantly remembered i had used my ID card to fill a form the principal gave us to fill in sch the previous Day, i never knew my NYSC number off hand so i confirmed from my ID card, i didn’t remember to put it back to my wallet.
“ehen!! You, where your own ID card?” the vigilante guy queried after he had checked the ID cards of others. “ehnn, ebbbennnnn, ehnnnn” i was speaking what sounded like Swahili. “i say where ur ID card?” he shouted at me. “e don loss” i lied.

“e don loss abi? Wetin u say be ur name sef” the one with the matchete queried, still bringing the matchete to touch my chest. “my name na Ug……, Adewale Azeez” i cried out. I initially lied that my name was Adewale Azeez bcos Ayo; my friend in camp, once adviced me that if i found myself in danger in Yoruba land, i should just think of a Yoruba name and claim it as my name, that the name would save me alot of trouble, in this case the only name i could think of was Adewale Azeez.

“aah!! Omó Yoruba ní e” one of them said. I tot they would want me to converse with them in Yoruba, that would have been the beginning of my tears.

They didn’t. Instead, one of them said, “as u no get ID card, that mean say u no be corper, u be theif, lie down!!” he commanded.

As i was about lying down, i saw from the corner of my eyes that Ilorin was walking up to them.

Ilorin pleaded with them on my behalf in Yoruba for 10minutes. They freed me.

Ilorin saved me again, for the third time