It was beans for lunch at the office this afternoon, and a bottle of Pepsi came after to wash everything down.

A couple of hours later it was time to go home. We filed inside the staff bus and I took my normal seat, plugged in my earphones and started jamming to pass time.

Y’all remember the first law of thermodynamics right, that energy cannot be created or destroyed, but can only be changed from one form to another. Well, the solid and liquid reagents I swallowed earlier fused in my tummy and decided to mutate into gas.

Pressure from yonder soon forced me to start intermittently opening my ‘valve’ so as not to explode.

Now, the music was still blaring in my ears, and in my mind, I was lowkey giving them atomic blessings legbegbe with my silenced pistol. Ashe I was in a fool’s paradise and I didn’t know until somebody angrily yanked my headphones off from behind.

“Ki lo sele gangan?”

The hostility in the many eyes staring back at my inquisitive glance ehn. The bus’s radio had been turned off and everything was suddenly quiet. E come be like when action wan burst for inside horror film.

Ashe, my silencer been no fit properly, and my gbas gbos had been heard by many ears. Many many ears.


The devil does work overtime sometimes people, you can’t tell me nothing.

Shame didn’t even let me apologize, and then one mumu guy asked if my name be ‘Ogbunigwe!’


Why do bad things happen to good people?

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