“Chale, ibi good paa sey we meet for here. Long time,” Karnal remarked as the squad got out of their seats, ready to retire to their homes after an amazing evening.
“Very good, chale. We really for dey link up more times,” Damien agreed, shaking hands with the others.
“Definitely. Right now, we see sey levels dey change give niggas!” Karnal said, evoking laughter from the others. “Wey we see sey some other niggas dema eye die potorr!”
The boys laughed even harder, Amofa the obvious object of that mockery. Amofa simply shook his head. “Massa, until he show we the village babe ein pics, na you all get the same idea for your head inside. I beg!”
“Boss, boss, forget. Damien make your eye die. Just take am so,” one of the guys, Richmond said, patting Amofa on the back as he and the others continued to laugh.
“Chale, guys, it’s been a good night. Man for bounce,” Kazuka announced as he began moving to the car park. “Damien, abi we dey move?”
“Yeah, yeah, I dey come.” Damien quickly bumped fists with Amofa and grinned at him.
Amofa nodded and silently said, “All the best, Damien.”
If the look in his eyes could spell out letters, they would spell out P, I, T, and Y.
Damien, though, was too busy gloating in his ‘victory’ over Amofa to notice, as he walked off and joined Kazuka in his car.
***
“But chale, Damien, you really show we levels ooo! Herh!” Kazuka commented, his eyes fixed on the road. “As Amofa start those ein foolish nibbies, I figure sey fight dey come pai. But the girl be something else ooo. Chale! Body paaa!”
“Yep! Pure, unadulterated body!” Damien agreed, feeling good riding shotgun with his friend. “The first day I see the girl, chale, the whole day, I just conf. Bed sef, I no dey fit bed. The ass then the boobs just dey over my brain. There wey I just dey tell my body sey I for do then eat the girl, coz if I slack, eh…”
“Wey chale, you no slack. Chale, you be wild guy ooo! So as you lef, what she talk?”
“Oh, I no tell am sey I dey lef oo. We f**k Tuesday wey I tell am sey we go meet Thursday. Hoh, Thursday midnight wey I lef there!”
“Ei!”
“Chale, strategy ooo. Already, I tell am sey I no be national service guy. Like if I no do that, she never go gree make I f**k. So chale, na I for watch the way I dey play my cards.”
“Ei, chale. Niggas be ruthless oo!”
Damien smirked and shrugged. “The game is the game, chale.”
“That be true, mohm. I dey kai one time bi, na I dey chase this consignment…”
Damien listened with rapt attention as Kazuka let him in on one of his crazy quests for sexual fulfillment, grinning and laughing at the escapades his friend narrated.
As Kazuka turned the car onto an untarred junction, he looked at the time on the dashboard. “Chale. 11:45 knack be that ooo. You sure sey your old girl no go worry?”
“Oh nahhhh,” Damien replied. “Abi I get my house keys. I tell am sey make she sleep kraa. I go open the gate…”
He stopped as his ears picked up that familiar, dreadful sound.
The sound of a motorcycle.
He looked behind in fear.
Kazuka looked confused. “Ah, why, wassup? You dey hear something?”
Wide-eyed, he turned to him. “Chale, I dey hear motorcycle.”
Kazuka frowned. “Mmmm. But motorcycles no dey pass this side of town, or?”
“I no know, chale. But I know what I hear…”
The sound grew louder. Now Kazuka couldn’t deny hearing that.
“Ei, so them dey pass this side too? Wow, I never know…”
As the sounds grew louder, the knot in Damien’s stomach tightened. He suddenly realized. “Kazu, chale, inobi motorcycle. Ibi motorcycles! I dey hear more than one!”
Kazuka frowned. “Ah, motorcycles? But wey niggas them dey do racing at this side of town…”
He grew silent as the lights appeared in his rearview mirror. He gasped. “What the f…”
Damien turned, and fear turned into absolute petrification.
He was right, it wasn’t just one motorcycle. They were many.
Right behind them was a whole army on motorcycles. And at that moment, Damien knew… they were coming for him.
“KAZUKA, STEP ON IT, I BEG YOU!” he screamed.
Kazuka looked confused. “But, but what-“
“BOSS, I DEY BEG, JUST MOVE!”
Kazuka immediately stepped on the accelerator and began moving as fast as he could, in a bid to outrun whoever these guys on motorcycles were.
He could only go so far, though; this untarred road had way too many bumps to ensure a smooth drive, and his attempt to go fast was badly hampered by that.
“Ah, but Damien, what dey go on? Ibi you them dey chase or something?”
Too stricken with fear, Damien simply looked at him, eyes full of terror.
“Why, you do them something? You dey owe them or something? Guy, wassup?”
Before Damien could say anything, there was a simultaneous slam on both sides of the car. The two yelped in fright and looked out their windows.
On each side was a rider, one with dreadlocks on Kazuka’s side, and a baldhead on Damien’s side. The looks on their faces were anything but friendly.
“HEY! STOP THIS CAR RIGHT NOW!” the dreadlocked guy roared at Kazuka.
“But, but, but what do you-“
“I SAY STOP THE CAR! KWASIA, YOU DEY QUESTION ME? STOP AM RIGHT NOW!”
Damien’s heart sank.
This was not going to end well.
At all.
***
Three minutes later, and as Damien and Kazuka reluctantly stepped out of the vehicle, the former looked behind.
Many motorcycles were parked behind the car, and he could see their faces.
These were the faces of proper shattas. Guys with the fiercest and most wicked of looks on their faces. Some had rolls of weed on their lips.
The baldhead roughly pushed him toward the large squad, who grabbed him and held him tightly while the dreadlocked guy stripped Kazuka of his phone.
“Enter your car then lef here,” the dreadlocked guy ordered him.
Kazuka looked back for a brief moment, and saw Damien being held hostage by the squad. He gestured toward him nervously. “But, but boss, that’s my friend-“
“You want make I slap you this gbɛkɛ or something? Kwasia, I say enter your car then lef!”
Kazuka hurriedly entered the car and started the engine.
“And see, make you no gbele your mouth go tell anybody about this, you dey hear? If you no know wey you go talk, eh, me naaa, I go come find you then break your f**king legs. You dey hear?”
Kazuka nodded quickly, and within a matter of seconds, drove off.
Damien, who had been struggling to break free from the grip of these rough dudes, was finally let go once the car disappeared. He then faced them, indignation starting to rise in his heart.
He had no idea what they wanted from him, but good Lord, he was sick and tired of all this!
“What you people dey search from me? Huh? What I do you people?” he snapped furiously. “I no know any of you, but you niggas just dey disturb me! What make I do you people? Whaaaaaat! Ah!”
Screaming those last words as he wildly flailed his arms about, he noticed their reaction once he had calmed down.
And it wasn’t pleasant.
“Herh, you no dey respect, eh?”
“Kwasia, ibi we you dey talk to like that?”
“Aboa, you figure sey you be hard guy?”
“This boy fool ooo! Aboa toke!”
The reaction to that outburst made him wish he had shut his mouth.
They moved aggressively toward him, and in no time flat, he was receiving slaps and knocks from every angle.
The last thing you needed to do was vent your spleen at a dangerous army you were at the mercy of. Unfortunately, Damien had to learn that the hard way.
It wasn’t long before one kick at his feet sent him tumbling to the ground, and the kicks at every part of his body fell upon him harder than a violent hailstorm.
“AJEI! OWW! PLEASE, BOSSES, I BEG-“
One kick aimed straight at the back of his head knocked him unconscious.
From the frying pan to the fire. Our boy’s getting it…
