Must Read: Ade’s Chronicle: A Tale Season 1

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Must Read: Ade’s Chronicle: A Tale Season 1

It was a sunny saturday afternoon. The sun was threatening to cook all that was under it. It was one of those days when everybody wished they had put on their birthday suits but the society would have thought something else was wrong.


I was sitting in my room in my boxer shorts with a hand fan in my hand blowing me a portion of the hot air when Rotimi walked in.


”Ade, make we run go Mushin now,” he said.

Rotimi was my friend of twenty five years. Our friendship had started from our primary school days. We had been inseparable since then. Our families had through us become one.
We both came to Lagos after our university education in the north. We had left Ibadan telling our parents that we won’t return
home until we made it. How do we make it except we first get a job?


Our parents still paid for the one room self contain we are living in. The house is situated on a popular street in Yaba. It is not too far from the popular Yaba market; hence, we strolled to the market frequently to pick up clothes and stuffs.
Rotimi was a graduate of Accounting and I had read Economics. We both graduated
with second class upper division and we had both dreamt of working together in the same establishment.


Presently, we had dropped our C. Vs in all places droppable and the news of tests and interviews had began to trickle in. But to keep body and soul together- since our
parents’ ten thousand naira a month allowance won’t keep us for more than two weeks- we took up a teaching appointment
with a private secondary school not too far from our house.
The pay, you ask? Okay, thirty thousand naira a month each, for teaching Economics and Financial Accounting to the Senior classes
and Business Studies and Shorthand to the Junior classes forty times a week each, was the bargain. The lesson plan writing was what we hated most. But we had to write it.
The good thing about the school was that we could take up extra private classes, which we did, at our own personal rates with the
individual parents. We charged five thousand naira a month.



The Senior students were something else, they never allowed us breathing spaces. Spoilt children looking for who to spoil them the more. What a pity!


Rotimi did his part. I must confess I did mine too. But that is a tale for another day. We did things…
I got up from the bed, though unwillingly but hopeful that I would get some cool air outside the house, and put on my clothes- a Tee Shirt and Jeans wear- and joined the already set Rotimi outside.
“Wetin we dey go do for Mushin?” I queried him.
“Na that girl wey dey S. S two wey I been dey tell you about, na in we dey go see.” Rotimi replied.


It was true that he had told me about the girl. But what I find quite funny was that it wasn’t Rotimi that was running after the girl rather it was a case of bushmeat running after the hunter.
The girl, Bunmi by name, had threatened to tell the school Principal that she was being molested by Rotimi. Though we initially called her bluffs. But when she won’t relent, Rotimi gave in.


What they all saw in us, I never
knew, even till now. The world is indeed a spoilt place!


Sorry, let me describe us. I am Ade by name and Rotimi is my friend, as you might have known.


We are graduates. Both of us are six feet two inches tall, we are of the slender build but we are a little bit on the muscular side. While Rotimi is fair, I am dark in complexion. We have the six packs abs, a result of months of weight lifting.


We both have a round face with dark eyeballs.


But the main difference between us is that he is quite hairy while I am hair starved. As people will say, I did not wait to collect hair
from Baba God. He has the beards so much that he shaves twice a day, while i have three or four strands of hair under my chin.


Rotimi does different styles of haircut, just think of it and my friend is at the salon the next minute waiting to have it on his hairy head.


Me? I am a little bald and my best
haircut style is the ‘skin’ style. reason? Don’t ask me.


We both hate keeping moustaches, so, he cuts his daily, while mine is done weekly, or
when necessary. People do take us for twins, the reason for which I can’t also figure out. But they insist that we look quite alike.


Bunmi was not the first female to run after Rotimi. There had been many before her and many came after her. I should also let you know that I too did not escape from the claws of these females o. Infact we were both in it together because as Bunmi was running after him, another girl in S. S. S three wanted me.


What do we do? Maybe we were the most eligible bachelors in town afterall!


Bunmi was a girl who lived with her parents.


She said she was their last child but they had no time for her. Her father leaves the house
at four in the morning while her mother leaves home by five. They both never returned until eleven at night. So, the girl has all the room she neeeded to carry out
whatever seem to catch her fancy. Plus she lacks not the cash needed for the rendezvouz. She was a girl of around five feet two inches. She was fair in complexion. She said she was fifteen years old.


She was quite endowed in the two aspects.


She confessed that she just needed to have a taste of my friend for sometime, she doesn’t
need anything else. What a girl!


Can you beat that?…