“how we go do am now?” i said as we sat in the
room the following day. “i don call PKC, him say
make una come stay with am for him house”
Tochiba said. “which one be make una come stay
with am for him place? U no go follow us go?”
Brain box asked Tochiba. “i dey go village go stay
oh, because i hear say some people dey build new
house for village, so alluminiun contract go dey for
me” Tochiba explained. I saw sense in his decision.
PKC was a nice young pastor in our church. His
real name was Kelechi, KC for short. So PKC was a
short form for Pastor Kelechi. The guy was an easy
going guy. He was the kind of person that could
take a bullet for his friends, but he loved food so
much. The had a “ruminant” stomach. He could eat
a bucket full of Eba and still ask for more.
“but guy u no try oh, u for tell us since say ur
house rent don dey expire so we for try hustle out
money” I said to Tochiba. “i no wan disturb una na,
abi na una follow me pay the last one wey i pay?
Una dey pursue una sch tins na, una need money
for una sch tins na” he responded.
Four day later, Tochiba had already packed his
properties to the village that morning.
As i and Brainbox walked from Umunkoto; where
we were staying, to Ozommiri; where Pkc was
staying with our bags, i was happy i wasn’t going
there alone, i was happy i was going with my friend
Brain box, not know i would meet alot of very
funny friends in Ozommiri.
We got to Pkc’s house on time to meet a full
house.
I quickly took a glimpse at the room or rather the
hall to notice it was as big as two convention
rooms put together. It had two wardrobes and a
wallpaper of Jesus was hung on the wall, on the
wallpaper was written; “THE LORD IS MY
SHEPHARD, I SHALL NOT WANT” boldly.
Though the room was beautiful, the number of
guys in the room added to its beauty.
I and Brainbox sat on the floor because there was
no space to seat on the bed. “man the food never
done?” one of the guys said with a loud voice, “e
don dey done” a voice responded from the kitchen.
“make e done quick oh, i dey hungry die” i almost
said.
It was time for introduction.
“na me dem dey call Baba Jay, i graduate from
FUTO, na me be the only guy wey collect award for
guiness book of record as the world best mess, my
mess fit break concrete” Baba Jay gave a short but
precise description of himself. “Baba jay!! Baba
jay!! Baba jay!!” the other guys cheered. I and
Brainbox laughed at such a funny introduction.
“na me be Tega, the finest boy, fine boy no
pimples, i graduate from Nekede Poly, but i never
serve” Tega gave a short but sharp introduction of
himself. He was indeed fine (dat kin Chris brown
type of fine na).
“na me dem dey Call Snoop, i graduate from IMSU,
I still dey wait to go serve” Another guy that really
looked like Snoop Dogg said. Infact, if he had said
Snoop Dogg was his twin brother, i would have
believed.
“i am Pkc, the pastor of this house, i graduated
from IMSU too, but am currently doing God’s work”
Pkc said what i already knew. One thing about Pkc
was that even if he was in a gathering where
people spoke pigin English, he always stuck to
speaking English, and he had his way with English
words if i must confess. “Pkc, a.k.a every
mountain of Eba must be brought down” Baba Jay
added. I and Brainbox laughed uncontrollably
because we knew what that meant; Baba jay was
trying to tell us what we already knew. Pkc just
smiled in response.
“i be Brainbox, the wisest man, i even wise pass
Herbert Einstien sef, na why people dey call me
Brainbox” Brainbox said and i cheered him.
“na me be Flow, i dey Flow like butterfly and sting
like bee” I said. “i get spill over for IMSU” I added.
One thing we all had in common was that we were
all Spill over students that were nursing our
wounds far from our sch premises. But i wondered
why God used Pkc to bring us together. Maybe
God had a plan for us, so i tot.
Now it was food time, and there was one person
that haven’t yet introduced himself; the person that
was cooking in the Kitchen.
To Be Continued…
room the following day. “i don call PKC, him say
make una come stay with am for him house”
Tochiba said. “which one be make una come stay
with am for him place? U no go follow us go?”
Brain box asked Tochiba. “i dey go village go stay
oh, because i hear say some people dey build new
house for village, so alluminiun contract go dey for
me” Tochiba explained. I saw sense in his decision.
PKC was a nice young pastor in our church. His
real name was Kelechi, KC for short. So PKC was a
short form for Pastor Kelechi. The guy was an easy
going guy. He was the kind of person that could
take a bullet for his friends, but he loved food so
much. The had a “ruminant” stomach. He could eat
a bucket full of Eba and still ask for more.
“but guy u no try oh, u for tell us since say ur
house rent don dey expire so we for try hustle out
money” I said to Tochiba. “i no wan disturb una na,
abi na una follow me pay the last one wey i pay?
Una dey pursue una sch tins na, una need money
for una sch tins na” he responded.
Four day later, Tochiba had already packed his
properties to the village that morning.
As i and Brainbox walked from Umunkoto; where
we were staying, to Ozommiri; where Pkc was
staying with our bags, i was happy i wasn’t going
there alone, i was happy i was going with my friend
Brain box, not know i would meet alot of very
funny friends in Ozommiri.
We got to Pkc’s house on time to meet a full
house.
I quickly took a glimpse at the room or rather the
hall to notice it was as big as two convention
rooms put together. It had two wardrobes and a
wallpaper of Jesus was hung on the wall, on the
wallpaper was written; “THE LORD IS MY
SHEPHARD, I SHALL NOT WANT” boldly.
Though the room was beautiful, the number of
guys in the room added to its beauty.
I and Brainbox sat on the floor because there was
no space to seat on the bed. “man the food never
done?” one of the guys said with a loud voice, “e
don dey done” a voice responded from the kitchen.
“make e done quick oh, i dey hungry die” i almost
said.
It was time for introduction.
“na me dem dey call Baba Jay, i graduate from
FUTO, na me be the only guy wey collect award for
guiness book of record as the world best mess, my
mess fit break concrete” Baba Jay gave a short but
precise description of himself. “Baba jay!! Baba
jay!! Baba jay!!” the other guys cheered. I and
Brainbox laughed at such a funny introduction.
“na me be Tega, the finest boy, fine boy no
pimples, i graduate from Nekede Poly, but i never
serve” Tega gave a short but sharp introduction of
himself. He was indeed fine (dat kin Chris brown
type of fine na).
“na me dem dey Call Snoop, i graduate from IMSU,
I still dey wait to go serve” Another guy that really
looked like Snoop Dogg said. Infact, if he had said
Snoop Dogg was his twin brother, i would have
believed.
“i am Pkc, the pastor of this house, i graduated
from IMSU too, but am currently doing God’s work”
Pkc said what i already knew. One thing about Pkc
was that even if he was in a gathering where
people spoke pigin English, he always stuck to
speaking English, and he had his way with English
words if i must confess. “Pkc, a.k.a every
mountain of Eba must be brought down” Baba Jay
added. I and Brainbox laughed uncontrollably
because we knew what that meant; Baba jay was
trying to tell us what we already knew. Pkc just
smiled in response.
“i be Brainbox, the wisest man, i even wise pass
Herbert Einstien sef, na why people dey call me
Brainbox” Brainbox said and i cheered him.
“na me be Flow, i dey Flow like butterfly and sting
like bee” I said. “i get spill over for IMSU” I added.
One thing we all had in common was that we were
all Spill over students that were nursing our
wounds far from our sch premises. But i wondered
why God used Pkc to bring us together. Maybe
God had a plan for us, so i tot.
Now it was food time, and there was one person
that haven’t yet introduced himself; the person that
was cooking in the Kitchen.
To Be Continued…
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