The call came through almost immediately after the text message came in, but I had already read the text that had digits and under them was written “6k recharge card from Kabiyesi”. I answered the call and the typical voice of a Yoruba man called me daddy. Actually he called me Daaady. I was not surprised because Yoruba call people daddy as a sign of respect. He would not let me speak neither would he respond to my greetings. He kept begging me apprehensively not to load the unit. He said it was Kabiyesi that asked him to send the…
Author: Lawrence Terlumun Iorhuna
“Hello mate” was what I heard when I was carried away by the PS2 on my phone. “Hello” I replied without looking up. “Is the seat taken?” he said with an American accent, and that was what distracted me from my phone. He was actually referring to the seat on the opposite end of my table. I looked up and saw a somewhat tipsy looking man, bald head, clean shaven, and on his feet, very heavy and gigantic boots which seemed heavier than those worn by soldiers. It was dark but I could say he was not looking bad. He…
“Why do I always have encounters with staggering men. I don’t belong to their league” I said to myself when he walked up to me and started joking. I didn’t know him from anywhere so I found his jokes offensive. I frowned at his jokes because a drunk man is unpredictable. “Good morning brother” he said to me. I turned towards him with an attitude, observing his dreadlocks which came naturally because of lack of combing not so to make it, but because he did not care about his looks so his hair turned dreadlocks and unkept. I saw his…
