Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 107
I was so tired and weak.
I would go to work the next day for sure, only if
Sokoto became the capital of France and New York
the capital of Senegal.
“Madam Ifeoma say we no go work tomorrow wey
be Friday, she say she want make them the
welders weld the tank wey them go put inside the
pit wey we don dig, say na welders go work Friday
and Saturday” Man informed.
“make we enter Obele place go take Indomie and
Egg with Custard na” Man suggested.
“for this kin hot Sun nahim we go take hot
custard” Brainbox said.
“ehen, nahim good pass na, Obele go put enough
milk for the Custard, so our blood wey don dry go
come back” Man said.
Of a truth, my blood was dried up, all thanks to
Tramadol a.k.a Tea.
“guy see your zip dey open oh, see ur p’rick dey
show sef, why you no dey like to wear boxers sef”
I told Man.
“my boxers dem don tear finish, i go buy new ones”
Man said as he zipped up.
“why ur boxers no go tear, no be that your big
p’rick dey tear am?” I almost told him.
“Obele give us Indomie and Egg with Custard, milk
go plenty for the Custard oh” Man ordered.
As we sat in a round table of brotherhood, Man
brought out the 50k and started counting it. He
gave me my share, and gave Brainbox the rest.
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