Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 9
Man and Ochagbuorie were to dress the concrete
floor, while the rest of us were to mix and pour.
It was all man for himself because the number of
bags you mix would determine the amount you
would be paid at the end of the day. The
“international standard” price for mixing and
pouring a bag was 600naira.
It wasn’t as easy as i tot. Though i was
inexperience in mixing, i quickly learnt from “the
master” Igbakwambo. I saw from the corner of my
eyes that Brainbox was still packing sand, while i
had already started mixing. “so naso u lazy” i
almost shouted at Brainbox. Madam Ifeoma stood
close while we were packing, she counted the
number of headpans we carried, making sure no
one cheated. Igbakwambo was working as fast as
the speed of light, as if he was a graduate of
first class in “kponkponology”. “Igbakwambo!!
N’agba mbo nwanne!!” Ochagbuorie hailed.
Before i could say Jack Robinson, Igbakwambo was
on his fourth bag, he did the work with so much
dexterity and gusto. Meanwhile, i was on my
second bag while Brainbox was still on his first
My legs were getting hot due to the effect of the
moisture on it. I was working fast so as to catch
up with Igbakwambo, not knowing i would soon
regret ever coming to do kponpon.
Mehn!! The mixture was very heavy to carry.
Though i was putting on a face cap, it was as if i
was carrying it on my bare head. My neck couldn’t
move again, i was walking like a Robot. I was on
my Fourth bag, Igbakwambo was on his Seventh
bag, Brainbox was on his second bag. Instead of
me to give up the chase oweing to the fact that
there was no way i could catch up with
Igbakwambo, i was still pulling “Superman” stunt.
I was tired and hungry, but i still endured. As i
placed the headpan full to the brim with “rice and
beans” on my head, i heard a bone crack in my
neck, “abi my neck bone don break?” i asked
myself. Before i finished asking myself that
“puuuuuuuuuaaaaarr” the rice and beans i was
carrying on my head poured on my body making me
fall to the ground.