The following events took place between 11:00pm and 12:00am. Events occured in real time. 11:00pm. I checked my UBA-customised wristwatch. Yeh! Wat? I had not taken my dinner? I didnt know what was wrong with my hunger alarm. I set it at 10:05pm. It did not blare. I must eat something ojare. There lied in my front a foil of Eba, scrupulously mounted by Iya Abu. I coalesced it with the Efo soup, captivating, inviting, and impatiently resting on the plate. So exacting, so amicably, the mosels voyaged down my gullet. My esophago-tracheo-laryngeal chamber made the swallow sound. Tinrin. Tinrin. Eh, oga, you better no salivate. 11:15pm. My belle don get fullest. I staggered up like Jackie Chan in Drunken Master. I decided to take a walk outside. Yeah. It was festival period. Everybody was working overnight. Tailors were intimate with their machines, sowing anything if it would be rags; barbers were deforesting bushy hairs, some that received cut only during Sallah periods; medicine and provision stores, with their white-painted shops and half-glowing, half-dying candles were open. Each shop had at least four workers, an Oga and others, mostly young girls, who were battling against the violent blow of sleep. Then my eyes saw something. *blinks* Wetin be this? ALIMANJIRI SERVICE STORE? I wiped my eyes to ensure I was not sleeping like those girls, to ensure it was not a dream. No, erm, yes! Alimanjiri Service Store. They even put on generator. And even Oritsa Femi song was trumpeting stridently from the shop: Mercy of the Lord come down to your children. I walked in there, impatiently, swiftly. Ah! My eyes saw plenty. Welcome, egbon. Give little, and receive more, one beggars, or lemme say, a shop owner requested me. A beggar shop? With music and gen? Lobatan. Stupefied, amazed, thunderstriken, I opened my mouth and couldnt close it. I dug my hand into my pocket and fetched Bushy-Hair Murtala currency. Bro, we no collect little little money here. You no see say na money we use on gen, We start from Awolowo he told me and a twinge of amazement went through me. I made a U-turn, sharply, to go home and tell you about this. But something even funnier happened. Eh, bro, okay, bring Waso last price, because its you and on top say because we dey look for customers, he ran to me and said. Yepa. I gave him Waso actually. And to end it all, he gave me a receipt. Thanks. God bless you. Thanks. Nagode. Dalu. Gracias. Eshegan. 12:00am *yawns* Ah! Odaro.
Posted on: Fri, 03 Oct 2014 07:41:37 +0000
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