African Stories

SAPA'S WAHALA 😏⛽🤣

That afternoon I ate nothing. I was so worried about what would become of me and the changing world....

Suddenly I received an alert of N10,000  from my mom. Omor.... 🤓✊ Come see joy nah

I called the woman and thanked her wholeheartedly as if my life depended on that little token.

Without wasting much time, I ran to Mama Udo's shop and paid for the little garri she gave me on credit the other time, thereby buying another little one that will take care of my belly for a while. Every little thing I lacked at home came to my head. Should I get myself this or that?

"E be like say u don hammer o!", Mama Udo said while smiling.

"Ma, U no go grab. De story longii...😁", I said as I smiled while running home.

On my way, it struck me like lightning on remembering my gas had finished the previous night. How was that to be‽

'Before dis money finish, mek ah go buy gas fess", I said picking up my cylinder and heading to the nearest gas station.

I dropped my cylinder and asked for a refill of three kilos. I was smiling, waving to all present. I felt like one who had made it.

Then the attendant approached me and I told him I needed 3 kilos 🫴😊

When I estimated the price for him he laughed. 

"So u still dey for ancient time. Things don change ooo. Prices don escalate! 😏", he said while still smiling.

I twisted my face like squeezed fibres while weeping deep down me! 😥

To cut the long story short...

I sold the gas cylinder and bought firewood mbok!

I can't come and kill myself 🤣 😂 🤭 

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