In my hood, it's very common to quickly attribute the excessive wealth of a young guy to either rituals, drugs or fraudulent kinds of stuff and you can't blame us because it's what has become a thing of a norm in the society. The most rampant of them all is internet fraud which even a boy of 15 years is seen driving an exotic car.
November last year, a wedding invitation card dropped on my office desk from an MC in a lounge close to my house, he's popularly known as MC Raw and he's very jovial in the street which made him know me to the extent of inviting me to his wedding. I was happy that he was getting married and at the same time, I kept wondering how he suddenly got the money to organise a wedding party which is very costly nowadays. The least I knew was that he hadn't been seen around for the space of two months and it was strange for him to just pop out from where he disappeared, to announce his wedding, it was obvious he went to pluck money from a tree somewhere.
"Oh! You didn't know! He went to Ghana, you know, the grass is always greener on the other side" My closest neighbour, Mr West laughed at my low level of information in the street when we were seated in the evening to analyse the sudden wealth of MC Raw who had nothing some months ago.
"Omo! I didn't know ooo! No wonder! The sparks were just too much to happen once. It seems I'm going to go to that Ghana one day" I joked and we laughed together and he went further to crack up by chipping in a slight dark humour "If you're going to go to Ghana, that means one of your family members would go down, well, you won't feel it because you guys are much in your house".
The whole thing is that MC Raw went to Ghana for the space of two months to sharpen his enchanting mechanism in internet fraud which usually comes with a price, mostly human sacrifice. We didn't need any explanation to doubt whether he paid the price or not, the greener grass in Ghana always comes with a price....as long as he went to Ghana.
During the weeks before the wedding day, he was seen driving to and fro in our street in his flashy car, he kept reminding me to turn up for his event which I always assured him. The whole street was in support, people were talking about how big the day would look like especially with the fact that he's an MC, he knows a lot of people, he's rich and food is going to surplus.
The talk of his fraudulent stuff was in the mouth of the people too but at that time, no one was interested in talking trash against the act, he succeeded and that's all that matters and it's good to celebrate with those who are celebrating.
The wedding day came, early morning around 7:30 am while I was bathing to go to my workplace to attend to some work before I set off to the event, my neighbour, Mr West knocked on my door, he came in without my permission because he has the access, I greeted him with a loud voice from the bathroom, "bro good morning ooo!"
"Good morning my brother. How far, are you going to eat in the wedding place?" His question sounded like a comic bomb and I laughed so hard because I knew where he was heading.
"Which kind of question is that?" I asked while using towel to rub off water from my face.
"Ha! Eating on such occasion is risky because..."
"...because he'll use the food and collect your destiny, right?" I interrupted and completed the sentence for him.
"Yes na! I'm not eating! I don't want to be used to renew his voodoo"
I laughed out loud at his thought, he went away and immediately he left, my instinct started chipping in, collecting meanings on what my friend suggested and after 5 minutes of thought clashing, I decided not to eat food at the occasion too, to be on a safe side.
Around 2:00 pm, I returned from my workplace, dressed up in white native attire because I like looking big whenever I'm going to a party, I don't fancy putting on simple wear. I called my friend and we set off to the party which the venue was the lounge close to my house.
We got there, the place was beautified with sky blue colours, the chairs, tables and walls were glittering sky blue and the sparkling swimming pool at a side added enough vibes to the environment. The place was filled with all manners of people and many of them were standing as a result of No chair left to sit, the music stage was set in the form of a concert with many artists; musicians and comedians lined up to perform.
"Oh boy, we came late, let's walk to that side to see if there's any vacant seat" Mr West led the way, we walked around and found no empty chair. Well, we had to pay for the consequences of going late to such an event, we stood and miraculously, we didn't spend time until the couples were called out to come and dance which we quickly took the stage, danced with them a little, sprayed the little cash with us, made sure he saw our presence and after that, we left because it was not fair to stand in our "big man's" dressing we were putting on.
All through the week after the wedding, the talk of the wedding was in the mouths of everyone, how they ate food and drank whine to stupid and how diffident denominations of naira were raining on the air.
Just a month after the wedding, we heard that MC Raw is mad and has been chained in his home town. Till today, I haven't set my eyes on him.
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