Complications...........vita brevis

Christianah came into the room while. Tunde was drying his cloth without knocking. "We don play too much oo, see How u dey check my stuffs for free" "no be that small tin" she answered sarcastically... "Na Dat small tin  I take hammer you d last time,  abi you don forget your ringtone " " I dey fake am" Tunde smiled, and he closed the gap between them; "Are you sure? " "Yes" But her reply was weak. Their mouth met for a hungry kiss which proceed with a wild sex. Tunde was performing his duty when someone snapped a very cold water on his back.... The water on them gear both of them back to life...the lady screamed. "you dey mad? which kind rubbish be dat?" Tunde was angry on seeing that the intruder was Uchenna. "na u something dey worry, Una dey kerewa, Una open door, Uno no say the prophet go see Una?" "Get out! " tunde was not ready to back out from the romance. He pushed Uc

"baba, these ote na my recruit oo" Tunde said with a proud boys "you don initate them?" Before Tunde could answer the question, the two boys behind him were dragged forward and slapped by all the members. "you are now men, omo boy take this benson and alomo, make sure u teach them for house, oya drop something" the boss offered him a a pack of cigarette and alomo bottle. "ah baba, na your eye i dey look oo, as we dey now we no get tata for yanyan, singbain no dey hand" Tunde replied the boss, telling him they need something from him. "Egbon, dropped something na" The leader of the pack who was name suraj maraji gave him a hundred naira note. "I might forfeit our friendship one day" Mohammed was clearly angry and he didnt hide it. "Me too" Uche voiced out his anger too... "we will need them one day....." Tunde tried to explain the reason, but the two friends were too angry to listen. He refused to say sorry

The lady was carried to the room where all help was rendered by the crowd to restore her health. "you see, you noise don make my precious baby faint" "na wale impregnate your daughter; i heard them talking yesterday" The crowd was dismissed on that final note and justina received the beating of her life..... "christianah, are you alright" Tunde asked with concern.. "you no say i never chop, na him make me faint" the lady stood up and walked out of the room. "i know you boys are sampling the girls, touch my daughter and see my red eye" the prophet stormed out of the room. The tutorial was cancelled, Mohammed's shop was the point of rendevous. mohammed laughed when he listened to the tales... "Tunde, uno say you don thief something from the prophet daughter; i will advise you to bring part of your load" Mohammed advised us That night, we packed her major cloths and kept it in Mohammed shop. "Tunde,

It was a bright morning, the sun was shining and the birds hummed on a tree in the compound. Two boys laid on their bed and stared at the ceilings, expecting the daily bread to be provided by the queen of the manor. They heard a knock, after opening the door, the queen stepped in breathing hard from running ; "Casala don bust ooo" she was trying to talk and catch her breath at the same time. Alarmed, one of the boys quickly locked the door "Wetin happen" Tunde asked christianah "One of you boys don fuck up ooo" she started to talk, Uche interrupted her "talk fast" "One of the girls don get belle" It was an alarming news, but one of the boys breath a sign of relieve "Alaaye no kill person jo" Tunde brought out is phone to make a call while he talked "Aboki, no come our side today o, war dey for ground" he warned Mohammed after greeting him on phone and dropped the call before the man on the other side could as

Thank you Sir" the lady walked away from the prophet. The prophet was alarmed; fifteen thousand naira cannot be shared by three beggars.    "Young woman, since you're a youth, your alms should be given to young people like you" he said and walked away slowly.    "Thank you sir" The lady did as she was told, she dipped her hands inside the bag and gave the money to the two young beggars. **************************************** "Bad mastermind, baddest guy alive" Uche was hailing the prophet who was smiling. " you could apply for the post of assistant prophet in your church o" "Chai! You were shouting as if you meant it" Mohammed concluded.   I laughed "I hope heaven forgives me" I thought aloud. "Hell fire sure for every body Na"      The money was split into three, the Hausa born used the money in stocking his store. We all contribute money for foodstuffs since Mohammed shop was our food bus stop. I brought

The street was empty and narrow, two beggars sat at the extreme end of the street, their face shows anticipation of a certain thing they are expecting. A young lady holding her handbag possessively, in the hand bag was thirty thousand naira for the purchase of 0'level examination and runs..... Suddenly, a young preacher with the looks of prophet Jeroboam busts out from the corner down the street; he was shouting and sweating with a brownish-white garment cloth that reminds the world of the time of Jesus. "Repent, the end is near" "The messiah will be back like a thief at night" he preached the gospel in a loud throaty voice; every sentence was stamped with the sound of a bell. The sound brought out the people of the street out of their homes; it was unusual for such occurrence. "Do away with the things of the past" "Drop the things of the world and carry the cross" he continued. By the time he was few meters away from the lady coming

It's been five days since we left the house of the Bankoles , it was not a terrible days  per se; Uche and I slept in a church very close to our Old street. The pastor was wonderful, he called himself a prophet; i see him as a psyche who predict problem according to status. The serves us both spiritual food and physical food on two conditions; we must act as disable human beings. Uche became a homeless blind man who was healed by the pastor, I was healed on the wheelchair. The church also serves as shelter and our miracle seeking congregation always give us alms which was also shared between the pastor and us. Mohammed finds solace in a nearby Mosque where he helped the Imam. Religion centers are fast way of making money. "I don buy that shop wey dey nearby" Mohammed told us. Mohammed was the only one to utilize the money in the bank. The shop he bought was from a mallam who decides to leave the life of struggle in Lagos the life of farming in his village. The shop ser

Hope, a key; something we have all forget.....the nation is sinking, youths are drowning, the nation is burning, our youths are running. The ran, never to come back: what is the future of the nation? Our water, mothers  breast; our first food is laced with corruption, our thoughts is money. Yorubas don't trust each other; everybody is playing smart. Igbos will rather steal than beg, hausas are dogmatic as ever. Which way forward? Our youths lost hope in working with their hands; they shut their heart and work with their brain.... Frauds! The hope of an average Nigerian. We lay abuses on bad governance, we claim the queen is inflicting pain on the subjects,. Have u seen the mirror today? Democracy starts with you...... Where is our hope? Where is the spirit of patriotism? Let's move Nigeria forward.....

We roam the streets with conflicted souls and thoughts, many people plan their lives every minutes of life. We are hustling for success and all the goodies of life using all means possible. The world is changing, human nature is changing, we became defiance in our ways of life. DO WE CARE ABOUT THE CREATOR? Religions all across the world describe the Creator as the supreme being; our maker. The maker is believed to be clean spirit with understanding beyond our imaginations and humans are to walk in his way. To serve this creator, human formed several religions with different teachings and philosophy. ARE WE REALLY WALKING IN HIS WAY? Months ago, a Christian pastor was preaching with her nakedness. Some of the so called Christian are immoral in their ways of life. When seen in a place of worship; you wonder. One of the fattest growing business is the creation of religion centers and religion universities. The congregation are to contribute money for universities their children wil

On Friday afternoon, I was in the sitting room with Bisola. We were studying together. Her parent with sister left the house for a party. 30minutes after they left, we proceed to her room; this time the romance turned into sex. We had someone cough. ************************************************************************************* It was her sister; she came in to change her change her cloths. “Am sorry” she said and left the room. I heard voices in the house; it was the chief and my boss. I left her room when the voices die down. I called Mohammed from is post at the gate to the room, I told them what happened and we decided to pack our bags. Just as we are packing, we had the chief call out our names; the rage in his voice speaks trouble. “You bastard” he pointed his cutlass towards us “Pack your things and leave my house!” he barked. We dash into the room and pack the bags. He came into the room and threw our bags out. We gather the bags and the cloths slowly on the floor until h

************************** “Are you dating him?” Busola questioned her sister with anger; I expected her to be sober when she caught us. Was it part of her plan? I wondered. I took my leave immediately. “Shameless coward” she called after me. Busola pulled my hand and whispered “Am sorry” “Ok” I replied. We left the room together. “Where is Mohammed?” “He is having his sacred bath” Uche replied “Did he do it” I asked with eagerness “Yes, but he almost fucked up” “At least he did, that’s what matters” I shut him up. Mohammed came into the room looking refreshed and pale. “My guy” I praised him “Am not your guy “Wetin happen” “What I did was bad, I shouldn’t have listen to you” “At least you did and you now know that the girl is not a virgin as she claimed” “So?” “Keep living in denial” “But e sweet you abi? I asked him with a sarcastic voice. “Fuck off” “Am going to mosque” he said and walked out of the room. *************************************************************************

It was a solemn evening, Mohammed was sober throughout the journey home, Uchenna was whistling to himself, all I was thinking of is how to deal with the girl; God forgives, I don’t. ***************************************************************************** At home, I called the boys to a round table “let’s deal with the girl” “I agree with you Tunde” Uche replied; always willing for a new adventure. “No” Mohammed opened his mouth for the first time in fifteen minutes; a sad news for the bacteria in his mouth. “E be like say you dey mad? U dey always do like say na you only pass” uche was angry “One thing I learnt in Lagos is that ‘you have to be smart and expect the next guy to cheat you’, what happened today was a lesson for us” I started Facing Mohammed now “you have to treat her fuck up” “Why? Allah will do the justice for me” “All your life, you have been holy; you always want to do the right thing until you are duped by a bimbo” “Let’s use this to pass a messag

Epilogue “Happy birthday to you” That was the song they were singing when I opened my eye. That was eleven years ago; April 10, 1999 to be précised. They came with a cake which has small candles on top, I was asked to make a wish; I did. The day was a memorable day for me; it was the day my father was celebrating his victory on his party primary election. It was a memorable day in Ilesha; an Ijesha man is contesting for the state gubernatorial seat and was sure to win. The party kick off with my birthday party, friends from all over visited and a DJ came to play, we partied and merry. Religion leaders from all over the state came to pay their homage to my father and also to collect money they never worked for. By 4:00pm, my Uncle Mr. Olufemi Philips came in with the party supporters and well wishers and the main party kicked off. A local musician was there to sing his “Adamo ijesha”; a form of music common to the Ijesha’s. It was the talk of town f

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned! For a week, she refused to greet me or study along with me, my beloveth; malt was very scarce. The store seems to be an earthly hell; I heard curses and hiss(s) every corner. It was the worse week of my life. I owned no explanation to Yemisi, and I am not going to grovel at Bisola’s feet. ***************************************************************************** “Hi” I looked back and saw a fat Busola looking at me; she was ‘sizing me up’, I replied shortly “yes?” “Is that how to greet your in-law?” she questioned. I laughed, “These girls has the same tactics” I said to my self. “I heard you are a proud guy, my name is Busola” she smiled “I realize we don’t talk, can we be friends?” she gave me a funny face; I was not in the mood for kids play. “Will you teach me too, I will also be your girlfriend, I will give you money and anything you request of me” she continued. On hearing that, my muscles cried for joy. “Let me think about it” I repl

Bisola came to our room one late Sunday; it was a surprise, something no one was expecting. Her kid sister was ‘Uche’s friend now, she even bought a phone for him. “You have been avoiding me for several weeks since we came here, why are you here? I asked, faking a frown. After our first encounter at the store, she has been avoiding me; she was always in her mum’s office. “I am not avoiding you” she snapped. “I don’t know you to start with” she concluded. “Whatever, how may I help you? She sigh “The other day you were quoting something from physics, am not a fan of physics but its compulsory I pass it” “So? “Can we study together? She asked. She was pleading with her eye. “Am just a commoner, what makes you think we can study together? “Uche told me” “I go kill dat boy” It seems Uche is now part of the family “How much? She asked, getting impatient I laughed “Do you think you can buy me with money? “I know you lost your parents before they could teach you mann

  “I’ll take the senior, you take the aburo” I said with a smile “You dey mad, why uno take the junior while I take the senior? Uche said with a frown I replied angrily, “e be like say were de your head, ema wo oloriburuku yii oo, nobime give u d plan? “I don turn your oloribuku abi? “Just accept it like that” I smiled at him. “What are you guys talking about? Mo’ asked. “It seems am being left out” he concluded “Google it” I answered him. ‘Uche and I bust out laughing……………. Chief Bankole was our boss, he is businessman who owns a fish farm, he is also into car dealership, his wife; Chief Mrs. Bolatito   owns a retail outlet, more or less like shoprite, she employed me as a sales boy. Busola and Bisola were the only daughters they had, they aged 16 and 18 respectively, and personally they cannot be considered as pretty girls but considering the circumstances, we have to accept them. Bisola was preparing for her A’ level examination, she helps her mum in shop someti