I went into my room, told my homeboys that I’m
done playing and that I needed to rest.
Wetin dey pain me no be only because chioma no
come, but also because of the high hopes wey she
give me and the way I just wake up early kon
prepare and arrange everywhere. Na thunder go
fire that girl.
I promised myself not
to call her again. I even
deleted her number from my phone. What I needed
now was my ‘sweet escape’… hip-hop and alcohol.
Meanwhile I already drank half bottle of alomo
mixed with stout earlier on.
I was high but now my Highness was fading away
due to the sadness I was feeling. I needed to get
higher, above chioma’s as$ and all my worries. So, I
went out and bought an extra bottle of stout to mix
with my alomo.
When I came back, I mixed it and started sipping.
Around that period I just bought slaughter-house
new mixtape. I selected a track titled “truth or
truth”, a very deep 14 minutes soul rap classic.
I was drifting away to another realm gradually, Its
fun to escape reality even if it was temporary.
Around 20 minutes, I heard a knock:
“Corper!, you dey?”
Mtscheeew. Na thick male voice. Na David, my
tightest homeboy and my namesake.
He brought me pepper soup and goat meat that he
cooked. I thanked him and he left. I ate it together
with my alcohol. Several minutes past. I was
literally in cloud nine. I looked at the time, it was
11:10 a.m, I needed to sleep. Somehow I felt the
holy spirit spoilt my runs cuz I skipped church.
Brothers, Fear God.
I woke up and couldn’t even move, I was having
headache. Alomo always gave me headache, but I
was stuck to it cuz it gave me intimate stamina.
My song was still on repeat, I could remember that
at one point, I was hearing the lyrics in my sleep.
Yes I skipped church, but hip-hop was ghetto
Gospel too. I was hearing voices outside. Then I
started I was hearing my homeboys telling
someone:
“Ok, just go down that corridor, the last room”
Again, I heard ekene (one of homeboys) say:
“Nna lekwa ihe nwa’a bu n’ukwu”
Meaning; “look at what this king of @ss this girl is
carrying”
I could still hear my homeboys murmuring
nonsense. I didn’t care to listen. E go be her, her
nyash don confuse them.
Yey!!! That has to be chioma.
Omoh, e be like dream. Na only Her nyash fit cause
that kind confusion and argument.
I hurriedly adjusted my bed and hid the alcohol
bottles.
Then I heard a knock. I kept calm. She knocked
again, then I opened. She came and I closed the
door immediately. I no wan hear story.
She greeted me and hugged me but I didn’t hug her
back. I just stood like a log of wood. Calm.
I put on a movie and then sat on the bed. She
adjusted and sat close to me.
“Why are your eyes red like this?”
She was holding my forehead and looking at my
blood shot eyes. My cloud nine eyes.
“I’ve been sleeping since”
“That’s a lie. Its either you drank alomo or schnapps
or any other hot. I can perceive it.”
I no talk anything, I just dey look her like deaf and
dumb.
“Why were you not picking my calls?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. My dad seized my phone since
morning o. He said I shouldn’t go to town. I had to
sneak out as he went for a village meeting.”
“Ok. When is he coming back?”
“The meeting closes by 6 p.m”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes na”
“Are you chasing me?”
Any guy wey chase this kind girl comot from room
need to go see psychiatrist.
“No, I didn’t mean it like that”
I asked what she would like to be offered, she said
stout and enough fried meat.
See this girl sha. E don see maga abi?. Anyway, no
wahala, as I don start I must complete the mission.
I stood up, went to my wall hanger to collect my
wallet and go buy what she requested. I was
backing her. I then collected it wanted to head for
the door. But as I was about turning around,…..
WATCH OUT FOR PART 28
click here to read MIDNIGHT SAGA ( Romance Story ) PART 3
done playing and that I needed to rest.
Wetin dey pain me no be only because chioma no
come, but also because of the high hopes wey she
give me and the way I just wake up early kon
prepare and arrange everywhere. Na thunder go
fire that girl.
I promised myself not
to call her again. I even
deleted her number from my phone. What I needed
now was my ‘sweet escape’… hip-hop and alcohol.
Meanwhile I already drank half bottle of alomo
mixed with stout earlier on.
I was high but now my Highness was fading away
due to the sadness I was feeling. I needed to get
higher, above chioma’s as$ and all my worries. So, I
went out and bought an extra bottle of stout to mix
with my alomo.
When I came back, I mixed it and started sipping.
Around that period I just bought slaughter-house
new mixtape. I selected a track titled “truth or
truth”, a very deep 14 minutes soul rap classic.
I was drifting away to another realm gradually, Its
fun to escape reality even if it was temporary.
Around 20 minutes, I heard a knock:
“Corper!, you dey?”
Mtscheeew. Na thick male voice. Na David, my
tightest homeboy and my namesake.
He brought me pepper soup and goat meat that he
cooked. I thanked him and he left. I ate it together
with my alcohol. Several minutes past. I was
literally in cloud nine. I looked at the time, it was
11:10 a.m, I needed to sleep. Somehow I felt the
holy spirit spoilt my runs cuz I skipped church.
Brothers, Fear God.
I woke up and couldn’t even move, I was having
headache. Alomo always gave me headache, but I
was stuck to it cuz it gave me intimate stamina.
My song was still on repeat, I could remember that
at one point, I was hearing the lyrics in my sleep.
Yes I skipped church, but hip-hop was ghetto
Gospel too. I was hearing voices outside. Then I
started I was hearing my homeboys telling
someone:
“Ok, just go down that corridor, the last room”
Again, I heard ekene (one of homeboys) say:
“Nna lekwa ihe nwa’a bu n’ukwu”
Meaning; “look at what this king of @ss this girl is
carrying”
I could still hear my homeboys murmuring
nonsense. I didn’t care to listen. E go be her, her
nyash don confuse them.
Yey!!! That has to be chioma.
Omoh, e be like dream. Na only Her nyash fit cause
that kind confusion and argument.
I hurriedly adjusted my bed and hid the alcohol
bottles.
Then I heard a knock. I kept calm. She knocked
again, then I opened. She came and I closed the
door immediately. I no wan hear story.
She greeted me and hugged me but I didn’t hug her
back. I just stood like a log of wood. Calm.
I put on a movie and then sat on the bed. She
adjusted and sat close to me.
“Why are your eyes red like this?”
She was holding my forehead and looking at my
blood shot eyes. My cloud nine eyes.
“I’ve been sleeping since”
“That’s a lie. Its either you drank alomo or schnapps
or any other hot. I can perceive it.”
I no talk anything, I just dey look her like deaf and
dumb.
“Why were you not picking my calls?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. My dad seized my phone since
morning o. He said I shouldn’t go to town. I had to
sneak out as he went for a village meeting.”
“Ok. When is he coming back?”
“The meeting closes by 6 p.m”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes na”
“Are you chasing me?”
Any guy wey chase this kind girl comot from room
need to go see psychiatrist.
“No, I didn’t mean it like that”
I asked what she would like to be offered, she said
stout and enough fried meat.
See this girl sha. E don see maga abi?. Anyway, no
wahala, as I don start I must complete the mission.
I stood up, went to my wall hanger to collect my
wallet and go buy what she requested. I was
backing her. I then collected it wanted to head for
the door. But as I was about turning around,…..
WATCH OUT FOR PART 28
click here to read MIDNIGHT SAGA ( Romance Story ) PART 3
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