A story written by Flow1759… If you missed part Twelve, read it HERE
“oga Joe, i wan sew something oh” Brainbox said as we entered the shop of Oga Joe the Tailor. “wetin u wan sew?” Oga Joe inquired. “u go help me comot the label of dis boxers put for dis other boxers, u go try make u put am the same way wey e dey for dis one oh” Brainbox explained to Oga Joe how he was to swap both labels.
“u think say Snoop no go know?” i said. “unless u carry dis ur sharp amebo mouth tell am, na that time him go know” Brainbox said, “u dey mad, na ur family members get sharp mouth” i cursed.
As we waited for Oga Joe to finish sewing, all i was thinking was Florence, “that girl fine oh, but i go fit chyke her so? me wey no get money, shey na Kpokpon money i go use take care of her? The girl wey get money, na she get that boutique oh, abeg na high class girl jor” i thought.
Woe betide me if i made use of my kponkpon earnings to fort any lady’s bill when i was barely feeding from hand to mouth. And morealso such “hard earned money” should be spent on oneself and not on a female, or so i tot.
I was still lost in my thoughts when the scary ringtone of my phone brought me back to reality. It was Tega.
He wanted us to come home immediately, that he was having a mini birthday party at home.
As we left Oga Joe’s Shop walking home. i told Brainbox that we should board a bike so that we wouldn’t miss the fun of the party. I was on a euphoria mood. I tot it was a normal birthday party, i never knew we were in for a dangerous drinking spree.
We got home in time to meet an opened bottle of Saint Remy. With music playing from our sound system, the room was sure in a party mood.
“Flow bring cup make we pour Saint Remy drink na” Brainbox said. I brought two cups and we joined the others drinking.
“make una see King Edward wey una go mix joint the Saint Remy oh” Tega the Celebrant offered two bottles of King Edward dry gin. “u wan kill person? How we go mix King Edward and Saint Remy” i almost said.
“ehen, Flow and Brainbox, dis na Opopo my Friend and dis na Lydia my babe” Tega introduced his friend and his “skinny” girlfriend. I simply shook hands with the both of them, Opopo’s hand was bony while Lydia’s hand was pure bone and no flesh, it was as if i was shaking the hand of a skeleton.
“guy see ur Cardinal boxers oh” Brainbox said offering Snoop the “customised” boxers. “how u take get the boxers?” Snoop asked after comfirming it was truely Cardinal. “why u wan know, as far as i don buy ur boxers, how i take buy am no be ur concern” Brainbox said.
“what of Pkc na?” I asked nobody in particular. “him don go church, him say him no go sleep here dis nite, because him wan dey church and prepare for service tommorow, u know say tommorow na Sunday” Man replied.
Tega and his friend Opopo were gisting with infusion of slangs. Snoop soon Joined the gist. And Lydia also. “so dis girl na Black B’ra girl!! nawa oh”.
Black B’ra was the female cult that was affiliated to .
So it was only I and Man that weren’t a members of anything “Black”, and of course Baba Jay.
I wasn’t good at drinking dry gin, so i stuck to drinking only Saint Remy. Though Saint Remy wasn’t any better. Man was gulping the King Edward very fast, Baba Jay was faster, and Snoop was fastest.
We were drinking our third Bottle of Saint Remy when someone knocked at the Door, “come in” Snoop said after reducing the volume of the music playing. I initially tot it was Tupac and Bigie that were knocking, It wasn’t them. It was MOG.
He came in, picked up an empty bottle of Saint Remy, stared at it for a while. The whole room was as quite as a graveyard. I tot MOG’s next line of action would be to hite one of us on the head with he bottle he was holding, and crown his action “a fight for the gospel”.
He did nothing of that nature. Instead he said, “so u people are drinking alcohol ehn”. “why una no tell me say King Edward na Alcoholic drink na, una com let me follow una dey drink, i think say King Edward na soft drink oh” Man tried to cover up his Sin. But that was sure the most f’oolish way to go about it.
To Be Continued…