Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 8
“Flow na the site be dis, na me be the chief
kponpkon officer, shebi una carry una work cloth
come?” Man said as we got to a deserted bushy
place. “we carry am na, na wetin dem wan build
here sef?” Brainbox asked. “na big filling station
na, and we go chop money here well well, because
na me dey in charge here” Man said. “the woman
wey dey build am her pekin dey abroad, her name
na Madam Ifeoma, she dey come here everyday
come supervise wetin we dey do and pay us our
money after work” Man said. “na she put me in
charge of all the labourers wey dey work here.
She go soon come sef” Man added.
We removed our clean clothes, put on our working
clothes and sat down waiting for Madam Ifeoma.
Soon, a labourer came. He introduced himself as
Igbakwambo. In Igbo language Igbakwambo means
a hustling fellow. A name that sure befits him. He
was stunted, muscular and fair in complexion.
Then came another labourer. Ochagbuorie was his
name. In Igbo language Ochagbuorie means
Someone that works “hard” and eats “harder” i.e
Someone that spends his money on himself. He was
sure spending his money on himself because he
was wearing a fine perfume.
Ochagbuorie and Igbakwambo were not their real
names but names they gave themselves because of
the kponkpon job.
Madam Ifeoma came sooner than expected and
Man told her that we were his friends, that we
came to join the “white colar” job of kponkpon.
Work started. As Madam Ifeoma was instructing
us on how the work for the day would be like, i
caught a glimpse of how beautiful her face was. I
never knew there was something more beautiful
than her face behind her. Though she had some
gray hair, facially, she was not all that old. She
turned backing us and showing us how we were to
cast the concrete. I wasn’t paying attention to
what she was saying, rather i was staring at her
“television shaped” a’ss.
One bag of cement is to twelve headpans of sand is
to Ten headpans of thick gravel, was the ratio of