My name is Abdul,an ugly dirty mechanic,here I was thinking my life was a total mess. woke up as usual, the foul smell from the gutter which was next to my window woke me up. It was almost five am …one would think I looked at a wall clock or something..the truth is there is a mosque very close to my street, someone was already calling for prayers. I stood up only to find out I had slept with my door wide open,I felt silly for doing down that but laughed when I remembered that there was nothing one could steal…for all I had was an old secondary school bed and a ghana must go bag which I put my rags which I call clothes.
I cursed silently when I realised someone had stolen my bucket of water, I shouted aloud “the person way thief my water god go catch am one day” no one said a word instead those talking kept quiet..These little devils never go to bed, was all I thought. This missing bucket meant no bathing this morning,who knows till tomorrow. I lit up the candle in my room,picked up my joint I bought yesterday and began to mould a wrap…as for my joint you can call it weed, I dnt care!!!

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The sun was returning home as I too was walking home. Today was bad for no one walked at the workshop…my Oga Ade had a fight with one woman who brought the police to arrest and lock up the place, I was even lucky to be walking home a free man. One would think my day was bad, but this was nothing compared to what came next.
“Bros…bros..” I turned to see Emeka pushing a bike towards me. “Bros come help me,I don die today” I saw pain in his eyes,his soul was broken…I starred at him and then down to the bike..for it was badly damaged. “Shey u been get accident?” Was all I asked looking closely at the bike,I shouted “na even yah papa bike” this was shocking for Emekas father never allowed anyone not even Emeka ride his bike. Now I felt Emeka pain even more for his dad was a very harsh man. “Bros this one self na small just hear me out”…
” Before my mama commot for house dis morning she been tell me say make I look after her pot of soup way been dey ontop fire..say make I carry am enter house,I just dey wait make e don wen my babe fummi call me for phone yan say make I bring the money way she wan use do abortion for she been don carry belle for me..I quick quick run commot for house even come forget the soup for fire.I carry this machine make I do small okada add to d money way I get already..E no tey way police hook me for road for say I no get plate number..dem hold me for hours before dem even collect d money way I get…I come remember d soup way I forget con say make me rush go house na him wan motor come jam me o..d mumu no even stop e just run like dat. Na em I begin cry o..my papa machine don spoil..d man go kill me, as I dey reach house I hear my papa dey shout like mad man..I come hide look over the fence ..I see my mama dey cry..my papa hold cutlass dey talk to mama fummi..arghh!!! My heart just cut..fummi se don for ground dey cry..I just turn back dey push this machine come ur house…”

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I was confused on what to say or do to him. Emeka is a dead man if he goes to that house today..right now sef the guy do die finish..am lost in shock,dnt know how to help Emeka my friend the son of the pastor whose church is by the river…
………………….Issues..