July 29, 2021

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Adventure Of A Bad Pastor’s Son. Part 45 and 46

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Adventure Of A Bad Pastor's Son. Part 47 and 48
Adventure Of A Bad Pastor's Son. Part 43 and 44


I went back to my room very angry with Wale for barging into the room to disrupt my fun.
Me: ogbeni, you flop ooo… see as you just enter room sef >
Wale: I paid hostel fee for this room
Me: that one no mean say you no go know when to enter room
Wale: alright, am sorry for barging in on you like that, maybe next time I’ll call you to let you know whether or not am coming to my room… hiss
Wale was fund of speaking English, even when you’re speaking pidgin to him, he’ll reply in English and I hated it… after all, me sef can speak English, even better than him.
Me: mtchewww… see as you spoil enjoyment for me, just embarrass my babe anyhow
Wale: so, that’s what you call enjoyment? I pity you, why don’t you change Victor and stop all this attitude of womanizing
Me: who told you I’m womanizing? She’s my girlfriend… watch what you say oo oga
Wale: and you call yourself a pastor’s son? Look at you you’re a disgrace to the house of a priest and priest…
Me: cuts him short you’re the one that is a disgrace to your whole family and environment… product of a mistake, nonsense
I walked out of the room very angry and stayed in front for a while before I went in to take my earpiece and phone. As I walked in, Wale still tried to talk to me but I ignored him and picked my phone and earpiece and went out of the room and sat outside in front of my hostel, downstairs
I never knew the anger I had towards Wale will develop into a serious argument like that. I felt a bit guilty for talking to him the way I did, because, firstly, He’s not my mate; he’s older than me with 2 or 3 years and he only meant good but my anger took the greater part of me. Not making me think before talking. I felt bad but I thought he deserved it for telling me my parents will be ashamed of me.
And I also hate people talking to me about repenting, that am a pastor’s son and I shouldn’t be behaving bad. It makes me feel guilty.
As I sat downstairs, I looked at cadet office which was directly opposite my hostel and I saw a guy punishing junior recruits. It was the same guy that asked me to pin my head when I wanted to join the cadet. I was thinking to myself “its like this dude just like punishing people to show agbara, he needs to learn a lesson from someone”
I grabbed my phone and called Bayo and asked him to come and meet me outside hostel. He appeared in like 5mins smelling of stale liquor
Bayo: guy how far nau? Wetin dey sup, this one wey you call me like that
Me: e get one package wey I want make you arrange for me
Bayo: anything for my nigga, ask and I will do
Me: sit down first no be something wey we go loud

Bayo: sits down wetin dey ground?
Me: see that dude for in front of cadet room wey hold pako for hand dey punish those people wey dey lie for ground.
Bayo: I see am, wetin do am
Me: in a low voice I want make we treat him f**k up
Bayo: na so?
Me: yesso…
Bayo: werrin him do you?
Me: the p$$y a$$ nigga ask me make I pin my head, for early this semester
Bayo: what How that dude, that a$$hole, that kitten go ask my own blood make him pin head, him dey mad ni
Me: how we go arrange am na?
Bayo: no worry, I go follow my boys talk, we go arrange show tomorrow night
Me: okay, no p
Bayo: why you come kakki outside alone? And light dey hostel?
Me: no be that bastard son of a thousand father?
Bayo: anha!! Who?
Me: na that fool, Wale
Bayo: wetin him do you?
Me: Tiwa come see me today oo… we don dey kiss already, she don even comot cloth, show don start, n aim the bastard enter room…
Bayo: wetin you come do?
Me: I gats dismiss Tiwa na
Bayo: ehhyaaaa!!!
Me: no be that one dey vex me sef
Bayo: wetin?
Me: the dude come dey tell me say, make I repent, say and my p man na pastor and I bad like dis, im con talk say, I be disgrace to my family, say I be disgrace as a pastor son
Bayo: no mind am jare, him go dey do holy holy for outside, if night don reach, na bad boy for night ooo… wey be say him poster don plenty for hell fire, them write there ‘coming soon’
Me: *laugh omor, guy how far, where you dey since na?
Bayo: I dey gyrate, na… kegites, come make we go drink small
Me: okay nau, maybe my blood go cold small
We went together to where they (kegites) where having their meeting. Kegite is known as palmwine club, so at every meeting there was always surplus palwine to drink. I drank so much that day, that I almost went drunk but controlled myself. After the meeting around 9 and I bought indomie and cooked and ate and slept well. My frustration and anger level had already gone down before I slept. I didn’t talk with Wale again for the rest of that day till I went to bed, even though I joked with my other roomates. He also didn’t talk to me and I didn’t mind. I was gonna settle with him the next day.


That night, while sleeping, I had this weird dream where Wale was pursuing me with a gun and some guys and Tiwa was running after us begging him to leave me. As I was running, another guy stopped me and grabbed my arm.
Immediately he held me, one of the other guys came and gave me some light slaps on my face and as I received the fourth slap which was kinda harder, I woke up and found Bayo sitting on my bed slapping me to wake up.
Immediately I saw him, I was relieved that it was only a dream and I smiled broadly
Bayo: why are you smiling?
Me: na why you wake me be that?
Bayo: no… na concerning that sturv wey we talk yesterday. I don follow my boys talk, dem say make we arrange the guy brain later for evening. When school dey calm.
Me: sacred shey dem no go catch us?
Bayo: dem dey catch breeze?
Me: oyaaaaaa….. don Bayo….
Bayo: I be capon, I no be don
Me: na you be capon for there?
Bayo: ehn na… abi why I con dey call them my boys
Me: badoski…… omoh….. wetin be time sef?
Bayo: na after eleven we dey
Me: I don too sllep oooo
Bayo: you get wetin you wan do?
Me: ehn na… I wan go visit Tiwa for her house
Bayo: where?
Me: for Lekki, phase one
Bayo: you know say you nor know Lagos, make dem no go kidnap you ooo…
Me: okay sir
Bayo: oya stand up dey prepare na…. time don go already
Me: aiit…. Thanks for waking me
I stood up, went and brushed my teeth and had my bath, then went to food village (that’s where food is sold in my school) and ate since I didn’t have time to start cooking. After eating, I went back to my room to spray perfume and pick my wallet and condom. I saw Wale sitting on his bed. I went to meet him and started a conversation with the aim of apologizing, as the dream was still ringing in my head.
Me: egbon
Wale: how fa…. Where you off to?
Me: going to see a friend of mine
Wale: enhe….. girl abi?
Me: no, it’s a boy
Wale: if you like
Me: egbon, am sorry for yesterday, I didn’t mean all I said, I just spoke out of anger and frustration bro.
Wale: no wahala, I don’t hold any grudges against you
Me: na lie, if not, why haven’t you talked to me since yesterday?
Wale: you came into the room, stinking of alcohol and taking to you in that state, wont make things any better and besides, I knew you were still angry
Me: okay, that’s true, just had to drink to drown my frustration
Wale: I know, I also was wrong in saying you’re a disgrace to priesthood, I’m not supposed to judge you. Am sorry
Me: okay… we’ll see later… am off egbon. Thanks once again
Wale: no problem jare…. E dey happen, na quarrel dey bring friends closer
I stood up, grabbed my wallet, a pack of condom from my wardrobe and left the room.
I went straight to the skye bank, near my hostel and withdrew N4000 from the atm since I wasn’t sure what the transportation would cost. I left the school and headed to the bus stop where I took a bus heading for obalende.
I gave Tiwa a call that am coming and she sounded very happy on the phone. It was about 30 minutes’ drive to obalende. When I alighted the bus, I looked around and looked for where I’ll take jakande-lekki bus but didn’t see any conductor shouting “jakande or lekki” I walked up a shabbily dressed guy, I guess a conductor and greeted him. He was holding a sachet of snapps in his hand
Me: egbon, eku ise ooo…
Guy: enhe…. Egbon, bawo
My Yoruba wasn’t very polished yet then like it is now, so I spoke English in phonetics intonation
Me: I’m fine sire… please am am looking for where I can board a bus going to jakande-lekki
Guy: mi oo gbo nko ti’ en so
Me: slowly m – m – mo’ n lo lekki, ni – bo ni ma ri bus sir?
Guy: e ma cross lo si the other side, war i awon agbero to n kpariwo jak-ande lekki…
Me: okay sir oshe gaan sir bowing my head and touching my knee with one hand

I crossed to the other side and just as he said, I saw a guy screaming “jakande, lekki, jakande, lekki” but I didn’t see any bus
there. I walked up to the guy
Me: oga mi, well done oo… abeg wey the bus wey dey go lekki
Agbero: guy, wait for here, them dey come, but if them don come, you need hurry ooo
Me: why?
Agbero: police no dey allow them wait
Me: okaaaayyyy…. shaking my head no wahala, oshe gaan oga mi
Agbero: shey, omo Yoruba ni e?
Me: noo… mi o se omo yoruba oo…
He turned around and kept shouting what he was shouting before I disturbed him.
I lookedaround and noticed there were some police men there in their annoying uniform.
I hate Nigerian Policemen like mad>. I waited a little standing beside the agber and the agbero tapped me on my shoulder saying “oya bros, the bus don dey come ooo… na im dey come so..
The bus came truly with the conductor hanging and screaming “Jakande-lekki” phase one ni last bus stop ooo… mi o lo phase 2 ooo… phase two ma wole ooo… I didn’t expect the bus to stop so I ran after it and jumped in while it was still in motion. In the process, I hit my head on the roof of the bus. I’ve never entered a moving vehicle before so I wasn’t used to it.
As I hit my head everybody was like… “ ah, sorry ooo… sorry ehn”
I located a vacant seat at the last seat at the far back of the big bus and sat beside a pretty lady.
I sat beside the window on the right while she sat beside me then a young, awkward looking man sat beside her, followed by an old woman who had a basket of fresh tomatoes and pepper on her leg. The girl said sorry and I was like thanks. In about two minutes of sitting down, I started sneezing cos of the peppr and tomatoes. The girl was just like “sorry, sorry, take care” after each sneeze. I said thanks.
After the sneezing seized, I looked at her bag on her leg as she was bringing out money to pay the conductor. I asked how much and the doctor told me. I asked if I could pay for her and she said “no, but if you insist” I said “I insist” and paid for two. I started a discussion
Me: I love your Louis Vuitton bag
She: thanks
Me: how much did you buy it?
She: you want to pay for it too? I’ve already paid when I was buying it?
Me: no nau…. Hahaha…. I wanna buy it for my girlfriend
She: mtchewww….
She sq££zed face for me and in my mind I was like “did I say something wrong?” we didn’t talk again till we reached lekki phase one and I alighted along with others and called Tiwa to remind me the name of the bus stop while I crossed the road using the pedestrian bridge. She reminded me and I located some buses and entered the front of one of them.
I sat at the front intentionally so I can be reminding the driver from time to time not to carry me pass the bus stop. I told him I don’t know the place and he said I shouldn’t worry; he’ll drop me at the right place. In less than five minutes, we reached and I crossed and entered the street beside the filling station she told me. I gave her a call and in a minute I saw her running, or jugging towards me wearing a short that was almost the size of a bum-shot.
She jumped on me and kissed me and people were passing just staring at us. We went to her house and OMG! The house was a mansion.

Adventure Of A Bad Pastor's Son. Part 47 and 48
Adventure Of A Bad Pastor's Son. Part 43 and 44

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