A story written by Flow1759… If you missed part Thirty Eight, read it HERE!!!
The next morning, after praise and worship Pkc said, “Man pray for us”.
Oh! Not again. Not Man again.
“Baba God, we praise ur name oh, na u be Chairman wey dey heaven, Baba God i wan tell u say u too much, nahim make me want make you send fire make e burn those Mumu wey come kill Chief. Baba i no wan ask you too much, i just want make u do dis ones wey i don ask……………. In Jesus name” Man prayed. “AMEN” we chorused.
“Flow we go reach site today oh, my mind dey tell me say work don start, u know say our phone no dey, maybe Madam Ifeoma don dey try our number” Man said that morning. “i go follow una go oh” Baba jay said suddenly. “Follow who? Abeg we no want person wey go die for our hand oh” I said.
As usual, after taking breakfast at Mama Calabar canteen, we walked slowly to the site.
We met Igbakwambo and Ochagbuorie. “Man why una no come work yesterday?” Ochagbuorie asked, “work dey yesterday?” Brainbox asked. “work dey na, Madam Ifeoma even say she don dey try una number since but e no dey go” Igbakwambo said. “na those mumu thief wey come our house come thief our phone oh” Man said.
“but sha we no do too much work, na just the body work we do, we don do the body reach window and door lintel, carpenter don nak plywood for the lintel and him nak plywood for the pillar sef, Madam Ifeoma say today we go cast rice and beans pour for inside the plywood wey the carpenter nak” Ochagbuorie informed.
Madam Ifeoma came and we explained to her why we were absent from work the previous day.
As we headed for the changing room to change to our kponkpon clothes, we met Old solja, “how unu dey” He greeted, “Old solja we dey fine oh, how ur body?” I said, “my body dey strong oh, that na because i dey drink Ike Nwoke” Old solja said.
“wetin be Ike Nwoke?” Man asked, “nahim be dis thing wey dey dis bottle” Old Solja pointed at a big bottle containing a brownish liquid.
“dis Ike Nwoke na powerful drink oh, if unu dey drink am, unu go dey do unu work well well, and unu go fit do plenty bag of kpokpon, nahim i dey drink wey make me dey get power to do my security work for night” Old solja explained. “Old solja, u sure of dis thing wey u dey talk” Brainbox inquired, “i sure na, u no know say if i wan dey follow unu do kponkpon i fit follow unu do for dis my age, i be 75years but i get strenght pass unu” Old solja said.
True talk!! he never looked 75 to me, he looked more like 35. All thanks to Ike Nwoke.
Ike Nwoke in Ibo language means Man Power in English.
“Make unu try am, and unu go see as unu go work well well today” Old solja offered the container to Man.
Man stared at it for a moment, and collected a cup from Old solja and poured out half of the liquid into the cup, he drank it reluctantly, he passed it to Brainbox who drank little or nothing. From the look in their faces, i concluded the drink wasn’t bitter.
When it was my turn to drink, Old solja said, “Flowa drink all, i go go buy another one dis evening”. So i gulped down a cup. A full cup.
“even sef, na Ike Nwoke make all dis small small girls no gree me rest sef, because my thing strong like bamboo” Old solja said.
“why u no talk like that before i drink am, i for no drink am, i no want my thing to strong like bamboo, me wey i no get babe wey i go wayah with the bamboo” I almost said.
After we finished changing, Old solja said, “make unu go work, unu go work well well”.
Yes, i wanted to mix thousands of Rice and beans. But i never wanted a bamboo-like d’ick.
How i wished i could turn back the hands of time.
We started mixing Rice and Beans.
The Ike Nwoke drink i drank gave me excess strength. Within 30minutes i was on my second bag.
And within 1hour i was on my fourth bag. Even the Legendary Igbakwambo could not meet up my pace.
“Flow, dis one wey you and Man dey work well well, wetin una take?” Igbakwambo asked me. “na Tea we take oh” I responded, “which kin Tea una take today wey una never take before? We sef dey take Tea oh” Ochagbuorie said. “na Japanese Tea we take, the name of the Japanese Tea na Tea IN” Man said and i laughed.
I guess he meant Tramadol Ike Nwoke. A new code name for Old Solja’s Elixir. A code name that sure sounded Japanese.
I was on my Tenth bag within some hours, Man followed with Nine bags. Brainbox was progressing in a Snail pace with just Four bags. “u think say you wise? when we dey drink planty Ike Nwoke, u just drink only small, how you think say e go work” I almost said to Brainbox.
As i started my Eleventh bag, something started happening.
My volcano started erupting.
My third leg started growing.
It instantly dawned on me that the other side of Ike Nwoke or rather Tea IN had started manifesting.
My kpokpon trouser was torn in between the legs, so my John Thomas was growing so fast to reach the Big hole, maybe to catch photosynthesis, just maybe.
I changed my walking step because the number of legs i had were increased from two to three. Another leg had being created.
Suddenly, the third leg popped its u’gly head out through the big hole in my trouser.
“which kin wahala be dis na” i tot as i sent it back with my hand. It went in, after it was “painted” unknowingly with the cement in my hand.
I was glad nobody saw it popped out, not even the ever vigilant Madam Ifeoma. Or so i tot.
At that moment, I remembered the day i saw Old solja’s huge s’crotal sack, and his bamboo-like p”enis through his torn trouser. “no wonder Old solja p”rick big well well, na because of Ike Nwoke” i told myself.
If my d’ick was that huge, what about Man’s d’ick, how would it look like? Maybe it would look like a tree stem? Maybe. As i took a quick glimpse at what was in between Man’s leg, i was right, it looked like he was carrying a tree stem in between his leg. And he wore a look that seemed he was in pains, that the load was too much for him to carry.
I hurriedly finished the bag i started. And as i was walking to a shade to rest a bit, and also think of how to maybe tie my third leg to either the first or the second leg, Madam Ifeoma came close to me and whispered, “why don’t you put that thing to work, it is hungry and needs food, don’t keep me waiting”.
I understood what she meant. It was time for “Jangolova”.
My third leg sure needed food. But not a swimming pool-like food.
I was sure it would perform well this time and it wouldn’t swim in Madam Ifeoma’s extra large Honey well like the last time.
To Be Continued…