Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 2
She come dey look me for face, na small small her
eyes wan go where my dicckk just pam for inside
where the dicckk dey frustrate dey stretch imself. I
just carry style do like say I wan fold my hands for
front make she talk wetin she wan talk make I go
continue my work. Na so I adjust my face like say I
be the most serious person for this world. My mind
walai, dey recite psalms and hymns make the preek
go down but for where?
“I want you to check my mailbox, there is an
attachment there. Print it for me.”
Na so I nod head waka comot from her office o. I no
wan hear say person poo come ask me make I smell
am. I know my pidgin English is really difficult to
comprehend but how will I put it for you guys to
understand my feelings better.
I went back to my table, opened yahoomail and
logged in Madam’s account. It was filled with more
than a million emails. Most of which were sent by
scammers. I wonder why them crazy scammers
would want to scam someone who is a lady and still
use,
“I am Miss Trisha P. I lost my father in the war in
senegal and he left 200 Billion Dollars for me”
Seriously, it is foolish to scam someone with such a
huge amount of money. I can’t fall for such
scamming. Instead I will fall for far lesser amount.
“Kpulup”
If you use facebook well, you will understand this
sound. I always have my earpiece on my ears
whenever I’m in front of the system. This is to alert
me whenever there is a message. I jumped madam’s
task and browsed facebook.
“New Message from Perpetual”
Was boldly displayed on the tab above. Hmmmm…
Great. I quickly clicked in order to see the message.
“Hi”
The message read.
I was confused o. Is it that this babe has fallen for
me? Hmm… I am not priding myself as handsome o,
but I have one weapon. Being fair. You know, your
colour can break barriers. Yeah, put 6 people and let
one be fair among them. You will notice the fair
person first. Such was it o. I chose only dark guys as
friends so babes will always see me. Kapish?
“Hallo”
I did not wait for her to reply, I quickly composed
this and sent…
“I dreamed that power was given to me. I was meant
to do something with it but with all the power
something still lacked.”
I stopped there.
“Are you a poet?”
She asked me.
Bingo!!! Yellow fineboy and also a poet, you see
combination? I only hid the being a Writer aspect
from her.
“I won’t say yes but looking at your pictures inspire
me. I could become the president of Nigeria by just
meditating on your pictures”
I replied.
“Haaaaaaa… You are flattering me oo”
She screamed-typed.
“Me? No o. I am saying the truth as was just revealed
to me by an angel just now. He said you left them in
heaven and he has been sent to monitor you. Guess
what?”
I typed.
“….Wat (with a squeezed faced emoticon)
“He said I am the right person for you”
I typed back.
Next thing I saw on the screen was…
“OK.. Bye!!!”
Yeah… Una know the reaction. I was shocked and for
once, regretted being a poet. If only I had known.
I just dey look blankly at my screen. What
happened? What did I say wrong? Well, I shrugged
and went back to checking Madam’s mailbox. I
printed what she wanted and took it to her. She
smiled, collected it and told me to be careful with
women. Since she was the superior and na Madam-
Staff relationship, I just muttered OK and walked
back to my table.
Lovely comedy