THORN IN A FLESH - Nemesis and The Learner!

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…Just like a rabbit dribbles the hunter, I ran off. While my mum stretched to her right to grab me, I was already on her left and I made my way out of the house. Oh! You might be thinking won’t I go back home? Definitely, I have to return at some point because my mama believed in a statement “the chair will always wait for the buttocks at home”. So she would not run after me.

It was another beautiful day on the street as everyone was going about their normal daily routine. The voices from the car park were still the same; “Lagos! Lagos!! Lagos!!! Just one more to go.” Even when it’s just only one passenger in the bus…Lol. One of the great signs to know the street activities were still the same was the presence of Oga Shina a.k.a Chinaaa. Oga Shina was a symbol of encouragement, an epitome of hustling, a source of inspiration to an average street boy and most of all, he was a ganja lord. Don’t get it twisted. Oga Shina was a disabled man with one leg and hand partially functioning. He was always at the center of the road controlling traffic; his ability to do that was always an inspiration to me. He made a lot of money from that but he smokes a lot of weed.

On that faithful day, there was a bullion van belonging to a particular bank with two escorts in the traffic trying to make their way out. Few meters from Oga Shina’s position, he stopped the traffic…Gbam! Well, what else would you expect from an illiterate? He was not aware that such convoy should never be stopped in such circumstance. At that point, I was very sure something was going to happen. Two of the mobile police officers attached to the escorts came down with what is called Oju Eje (blood eyes) and approached Chinaaa. One of the officers hit him with a solid slap which made Chinaaa sounded like a stoned dog, that’s if you are familiar with the sound.

It was as if the officers had him in mind before that time. They began showing their table tennis skills by slapping Chinaaa from left to right. Finally, he was left alone but I was certain his destiny would never remain the same as his memory was already reset back to factory settings on the spot. Seriously, I enjoyed the drama from my viewing point.

Everything came back to normal after the mobile police officers left and just as I turned back to continue my movement, all I saw was a projectile motion of a Bagco Super Sack with a Jerican (Keg) in it as it landed on my head. I shouted! Yeh!! You might be wondering who did that to me. It was my mama. She was on her way to the market...

**To be continued**

Author: Seidu Kazeem O. 

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