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back to my present story papa disowned me
after trying all the tricks in the book to make
me see reason but to no avail.my mind was set.
i had become a prodigal son having nothing to
do with any member of the otakpu’s family.

An outcast i truly became as i was avoided like a
plague even by some of my most cherished
friends(when the going was good) ”friends
indeed! **********Blessed as i always was i got a
scholarship into an art school in England.

God was finally answering my prayers atlast.when i just was thinking my life was getting better then came the strawl that broke the camels back.

My Deans daughter got pregnant.but who
impregnated her nobody knew.the question
that was asked by everyone was how does a
decent girl such as her,Roman catholic,good
choir girl,never knew a boy in her life get
pregnant. ”is she the mary of our time?” asked one female student.after days of investigation into the matter the cat was finally let out of the bag,she exposed the clandestine affair between I and her.the cold long night we spent together,how i comforted her in the time of
distress.her father didn’t want to hear about his
daughter being impregnated by a black
monkey’ like myself.the disgrace it will bring to
their ancient aristocratic family.the news spread
like wide fire as students whispered it among
themselves.immediate expulsion followed,as if
that wasn’t enough they found some error in
my papers and deportation was the least they
could do to me.

Back to my beloveth country Nigeria once again
but unlike the prodigal son in the bible i didn’t
return to my father’s house to beg for
forgiveness,surely i was bigger than that.i was
going to be a man of my own,i later found out it
was easier said than done.i had to make a life
for myself.first thing first i started working as an
‘AGBERO’ in one of this dirty local motor parks.
i soon extended my area of expertise to be quiet
nocturnal,burgalying peoples house.took what
ever i could lay hands on.after ending up in the
prison several times i got bored of the
business.it was time to move on to better
things.it didn’t take me long i found another
lucrative job as a money collector as i liked
calling it.i helped people get back money owed
them by others who refused to pay with a little
more persuasion.you would be suprised what a
matchet or even a small coke bottle could help
do in your diplomatic skills of persuasion.by this
time i was a proper street boy who loved Alomo
as much as a policeman loved colkecting
twenty naira.i took cigar but never ibo(weed),i
was wiser than that na.i became popularly
known as “money-dragger’ a name i actually chose for myself.
there was this one fine yellowish skinned lady
like this that won my heart.and she also had
this great backside that swayed from side to
side when ever she walked.i never knew i was
capable of loving another woman after that
nasty business in England.but cupid had done
his magic.the only problem was she never
reciprocated my love for her.i tried all means to
get her to like me,even gave her gifts in cash
but it all seem futile.it was clear this fine lady
was not meant for me.