Greetings everyone🙌
Yesterday, I woke up, fully energized to tackle the work of the day. I had a lot of clothes to iron, and as usual, there was no electricity.
I needed to go and get five liters of fuel from the fuel station. I dressed up in black jeans and a well-ironed and starched shirt. I applied the perfume I recently bought for N5,000. My brother was still in bed, looking at my actions from the bed. I knew he was imagining where I was going, to be dressing that way that early morning, but little did he know that I was going to buy fuel.
Normally, it's a regular fuel I was going to buy, but to me, it wasn't ordinary. I have a crush in the fuel station, and I mustn't appear casually.
After I was done, I came out of the compound, and then my thoughts began to clash on my soft brain.
First thought: You're going to that station again to buy fuel at a high rate of N760/liter because of a girl, while the other one is selling at N660/per liter. Isn't that stupidity?
Second thought: Guy, you can't waste this dressing for a childish reason. Are you not bigger than the N100 difference?
I stood on the spot, with the jerrican on my hand, fighting to choose the instinct to follow
"No way! How can I go and waste that amount of money on buying that costly fuel at that fuel station because of that girl? If it's Juju(voodoo), it can't work on me." That was it! I turned in the opposite direction to the fuel station with a low price.
After about 5 minutes of walking, coming out of a junction to enter another road, I saw a guy dressed in black plain trousers with an "adieu papa-like" polo. He was holding a small phone, a notebook, and a small Bible. As he was about to enter the road I was coming out of, he said I should stop because he has something good for me.
I had already walked some distance away from him, so I turned back and looked at him. He was a very small boy that was fed with fertilizer; oh yeah, it's showing clearly on his stature.
"You mean I should stop? What is it that you want to say? We can talk and walk my way if it's very important because I'm in a hurry," I said as I tried walking away.
"I said stop; I have something good for you. Before I said stop, you should know that I mean business."
From where he was standing, he authoritatively told me, ordering me to stop and come meet him where he was standing.
I looked at him again, and I muffled out a smile. He was talking and closing his eyes, exactly the way drunkards do, but this guy wasn't drunk; maybe he was drunk in the Holy Ghost.
"Bro, if you can't walk my way while we talk, just forget it," I said to him as I walk away, while stylishly peeping at him. He was still standing, looking at me like he had just lost a soul to the devil.
I didn't feel bad at all; I'm not a devil, and I'm not that sin-full like most of you.
Do you think it's easy to be a virgin in old age? Mehn! People like us deserve a special seat in heaven.
I was enjoying my soft, easy work to the fuel station when I saw a guy coming in the opposite direction.
Immediately I saw him. I smiled, and I didn't know when the smile turned into laughter.
The guy is an apprentice in the phone engineering shop where I gave his boss my powerbank to repair and it got scattered beyond repair. I mean, the engineer, bus boss, made my powerbank worse.
It was a heated argument between me, the phone engineer, and his apprentice on the day I angrily collected the powerbank.
So, seeing the guy, I was like,
"Look at him; he's learning rubbish in that shop, and his boss is surely going to baptize him with the same nonsense at the end of his tenure."
I was laughing as he approached, and boom, I mismatched a stone on the ground, and I almost fell to the ground.
I staggered to hold myself from falling; one of my shoes had dropped off my leg, so I manned up to jump to where it was and had it back on my leg.
This guy just walked past me without saying sorry.
If I'm the superstitious type, I would have said he has a voodoo with him there, and he's responsible for my fall.
Thanks for reading.
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