Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 92
As we chewed the groundnut and walked slowly, i
felt like going back home, because to me, the
Jewelleries business fetched me enough money.
I chewed the groundnut as if my life depended on
my chewing. Without shame.
Legend has it that a man that eats anything while
walking on the road, that man is irresponsible.
Three irresponsible men walked that morning
chewing like f’ouls. The biggest F’oul was Flow.
“the groundnut make sense oh, Brainbox bring the
one wey dey ur pocket na” I said. “na ur Papa put
am for my pocket?” He replied. “abeg bring
groundnut make we chop jor” said Man.
Brainbox reluctantly brought out the groundnut
he hid in his pocket and we continued chewing.
Suddenly, Man tapped me saying; “see that girl
dey greet you”. “no be me she dey greet, i no
know her” I replied. The Lady was in a bus and still
continued waving as the bus drove pass us.
“i know her oh, na Florence oh” I stammered. “you
be mumu oh, groundnut wey you dey chop don
block ur brain” Brainbox said.
My problem wasn’t that i couldn’t recognise
Florence, my problem was that she saw me
chewing groundnut like a Goat, and that i was
dressed like a well brought up thug.
A worn out shirt, a wishy washy Jeans trousers,
an over-size slippers, that was how i was
dressed. Infact, we were all dressed as if that
day was declared United Nation’s World Shabby
Day. Like it was Rag day in the Federal University
of Kponkpon.
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