How is this possible? I thought to myself. This door was always locked. I kept staring at my boss’ toilet until the surge came again and this time there was no more room for thoughts.I rushed in, closed the door and took off my suit in one action.
“So, brother,” he cut in, “you see the world is coming to an end and the signs are everywhere. The bombings, the kidnap of the chibok girls, the wars, these things have already been predicted by our Saviour. It is one thing to give your life to Christ and it is another thing to live a Christ-like life. It is not going to be easy with all the distractions around, girls going about almost naked…”
A girl asks her mother for more Indomie, at night, when the world’s going to bed. That plea for food leads to other thoughts about desire, ambition and ends on an empty stomach.
A man wearing a blue and black head warmer, dressed up in a black vest and a blue jean was screaming at the taxi driver with a gun in his hand, I leaned forward to make out an image of his face, but I jerked bark when the angry looking man’s gun went off. I almost died in the cab. No, I think I died and came back. The only thought on my mind was that my taxi driver had been shot.
When the coast was clear, I came out of hiding to find Koko still standing where I left her. The walk from the kiosk to where koko was standing was the longest of my life. It beat the time I walked from eleganza to chevron roundabout in lekki because I had no money to take a bus.
“Show your neighbor your offering,” I heard the pastor yell from the podium. Okay so this must be a joke, I thought. But no, it wasn’t. At this point everyone had their envelopes opened to the person sitting next to them. My body language said clearly: “There is no way in Heaven I am going to do this.”