Diary of a broke Naija playboy - S01 E05

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Diary of a broke Naija playboy - S01 E05

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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 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 g@y abeg.

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