Story: Legend Of An Ikotun Boy - Season 1 - Episode 7

7 years ago

Story: Legend Of An Ikotun Boy - Season 1 - Episode 7

As I turn on the TV… Channels were having their six o’clock news… I wanted to change the station… Suddenly the news came up…
ASUU CALLS OF STRIKE!! Followed by visuals presentations of Egbon Fagge…it was confirmed!!
I was boiling with joy, atleast I’ll be away from these boys…’but what of daddy na? Aw would he manage those boys?’…the angel on the right appears nd said –‘dnt worry, I’ll keep him safe’.
Well that was reassuring.. Still dancing azonskeletigi… My dad walked in…suprised to see me that happy. He knew something was up… ‘Hey boy..why the akward dancing?’ He asked..
Still dancing I pointed to the TV…
Seeing the new update.. He jumped up, pumping his fist in midair and joined me in my akward dancing…I was dancing cos I was gonna be free from trouble once more or so I thought… And he was dancing cos he won’t have to bail me everyother time(the money wey hin don pay on ma head for police station go don reach buy camry pencil o…d man dey try)…

‘This calls for celebration’; He reached our mini bar in the sittingroom and handed me a brand new bottle of Paul walker(shey na Paul walker abi John walker..highness don carry my reasoning go sha :/ ..d man strict bt he bin too like liquor..like father like son ;D .. )…and one for himself too… We drank up till we started playing tinko-tinko out of highness and then we slept off…well till mom came to wake us up to our respective rooms…
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3days later…
‘Sam!! Sam!!’…Mummy shook me till I was awake..
‘Oya come to the palour your dad wanna see you’… She ordered..
‘wish kin yawa b dis la… Una know say I dey go ogbomoso today nd I’ll need all the strength I can get why una wan use your maheeda spoil my Kim K na’…I lamented.

I dragged myself to the sitting room..
‘Sam have ur seat…My dad instructed.
Then he started bombarding me with all species of advices from ‘don’t carry gehs o!’ To ‘Read ur books’…he went on and on for almost an hour…Mom was already snooring …while I struggled to keep my eyes open… When he observed the latest development he started rounding up… ‘women are dangerous, toto dey short life span o… ‘Don’t keep bad friends o’…he advised. I was busy laughing in my mind… ‘make I no keep bad friends..na me gan gan be bad friend’…He prayed for me to and we left…
I was happy to be leaving ikotun, but mhen I really loved my hood, the fun, the gurls, the kush (no kush in lag sweet reach ikt kush), the trips…and eerthang…
Was also worried bout my dad if those boys won’t come after him but he reassured me that he’ll be fine , he planned for the family to move out to for awhile till everything dies down..well that sounded cool to me… Dad settled me …
And I left for school with………….
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At school..
I was waiting for Nonso my rummate to dressup..
(well Nonso’s ma rummate, bestfriend, rap partner, and partner in crime, we’ve been together since JS2, can you beat that)…
‘Mumu you wan bath all the black comot your skin nii?’
‘Guy!! Better free me!!’…he answered from the bathroom
Well there’s no use, I know him he baths like a fish..unlike me that uses a custard pail, to bath and poo. in a record time of 2mins. ;D
I was getting impatient…
I looked into the mirror once again… I knew I was gon’ kill em in class today… I had this Pink , really beautiful tshirt on, my 6gram gold around ma neck, golden wrist watch.., neatly ironed black vicker pants, sweet nd slick chinose shoe, I have a great body shape and face to match…
So I was sure of bringing home a trophy (babe)…
‘Guy I’m done…let’s ballout’ …Nonso said
I was feeling myself so much that I persuaded nonso to trek. I had to kill em all (actually na broke I bin broke, no ask me aw I spend money cos me sef no know)… We were enjoying the attention we got twas so coool, Nonso headed for his department while I for mine..

I got to class late, sneaked in..we were having a general course GNS209 and was even chatting a prey (babe) up… When someone tapped me from behind… I turned around to see the last person I expected to see here, in my class behind me.
‘Why trouble dey always branch my street na?’…I asked myself…
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To Be Continued…