Posted in Fiction and Poetry, Story Series

Replacement Husband: Agbero ti take over

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Agbero-Lagos-Damilola-Jonathan.

That day was bad like every day in Lagos, the heat was like hellfire, Nobody can pray to suffer like most of the Passengers did. A White Minibus taking its turn, was parked in the front of a long queue of other buses, the passengers seemed accustomed to the heat and sweat. Obviously the youngest person in that bus would have lived in Lagos for at least a decade of their lives, so the Sun plus the noise and rambling Agberos played on like a familiar Orchestra. There was a certain pattern to it, the departing buses would revv their engines, the returning ones would screech to a halt, the garage boys would run around pulling passengers for a quick job of carrying their bags.

There were another class of Agbero and of interest to this story is the one who was calling a bus from Ojotta Eko to Ibadan, he had the perfect frog voice and recklessly made his call for passengers sometimes bending his voice to almost make a tune. A woman struts along hastily, stumbling blindly with her bag and a man in her wake. She is the Owner of a major supermarket in Central Ikeja but somehow on this day, she was in tears and the man behind her was her husband who had seized her car keys and told her off to the park.

Bako sights the two coming along and rushes over asking questions “Madame Ki lo Sele, what Iyaff happen?” his concerns show in his voice as he glances from woman to man and back to the crying woman.

“Will you collect the bag my friend and stop asking silly questions”, Dayo yells at Bako and does not wait to see if he got his message across. Dayo turns to Tola who is now standing close to the bus window, he taps her shoulder and leans in to glare at her. “If you like, come back late tomorrow and tell me the goods you are buying are too much to carry in a day!” he barks out. Suddenly a resounding slap catches Dayo on the back of the neck, he swiftly turns to glare at his assailant. “Abi aye n shey e ni? Have you collect family curse? How you shatt for woman like that?”. Dayo’s puffing chest and clenched fist makes to move and another heavier slap swipes his lower lip into his nose and face (that stinging feeling ehnnn).

” Please bros, leave am na my husband”, the other agberos come around and Dayo is bundled out of the park. That is the story of how Tola started spending weekends at Bako’s boy’s quarter apartment in Ketu, she would help him cook, clean him up and teach him some elementary lessons in English. Her husband who used to have her attention and fear, realised she was no longer interested in his affairs. Tola used to be the woman begging to be touched by her husband, she would sometimes just huddle up close to his turned back to feel his skin and savour the scent she knew when they first met.

Tola built her business from scratch and along the line Dayo had swept her off her feet, promising the heavens and the sky. He turned out to be her greatest demon. She worship the ground he trod and hardly could make a move without his approval. She worked, while Dayo
clubbed and partied. The slap that turned tables came from Bako, after that encounter at the park he became Tola’s guardian angel. His coarseness and crass nature ended at the park, he was the perfect gentleman at home and they would spend several hours talking in half pidgin english and most other times in Yoruba.

6 months and a year later, Tola had built a 3 bedroom where she spends the weekends with Bako. Here she was after 10 years of hell, she had found love in the most unlikely places. Should she just replace Dayo totally? Leave their matrimonial home for him? Or should she hold on to Bako till he would move on and she would return to her crazy husband who had started cuddling her leg at night and washing his own panties?

Footnote:
1. Agbero – is the yoruba word for bus conductors.
2. Lagos is the industrial hub of Nigeria.
3. This story was inspired by Isaac Newton’s “Voice of Lagos”- episode in ” Living in Gidi”.

Posted in Book Reviews, Fiction and Poetry, Resources

Living IN Gidi (LIG) is that book whose Protagonist is a City called Lagos

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Review Living in Gidi by Isaac Newton

Isaac Newton played “god” in this novel, I am scared of and for you dude. The way he stands aside to appraise the city and inhabitants like as if the “Book of Life” was being opened. Isaac strips the city naked and talks about all the dirty secrets; gay night clubs, agbero secret codes, getting a girl.

I particularly found his philosophy hilarious, he thinks that Lagos is enough evidence for the existence of God. Who does that?!!! His stories are episodic, you enjoy it like any of these season movies we are used to. I believe the author wanted the reader to watch the book rather than read it. The writers humanity builds a bond with the weak, the down and beaten members of the society. He himself walks into the story unannounced, making the story personal both for the reader and for himself. You would definitely be amused at the way he describes the treachery and cunny that defines the GIDI life.

I wonder the daring photographer who took the illustration pictures, they were fitting into the chaotic situations described in this stories. I would think the pictures were taken with a hidden camera especially those that covered the agberos and other hideous characters.

This book talks about hope, it tells anyone who reads that there is a city somewhere that young Nigerians, Africans are beating the greatest odds to achieve their dreams and LIG is one dream that comes through as a Miracle of the God that lives in Gidi.

Try to get a copy on Okada books, you would have to download the app and its just 2.2mb. Pay #500 using recharge card vouchers. I used my GTB ATM on the mobile browser.

CLICK THIS LINK TO SEE THE BOOK

Some other books I will review soon are:
After Dark by Chinwendu Nwangwa
Fourth Finger by Sally Kenneth Dadzie

I already purchased on Okada books, you can join me by downloading them and let’s review together.

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Posted in Fiction and Poetry, Generic, Resources

Garri for Breakfast is Real, this is Wild Poetry, This Collection is an Encyclopedia for the Modern Poet.

15936677_10211394737521294_6423287894403978653_oSeun is a wild poet, a rebellious mind that attracts the world and bundles all of life into tiny verses. I have not seen a dictionary of poetry but this collection comes close to being an encyclopedia of his life, the life of a poet, a bit about women, love and the intimacy between father and son. He shows the battle that many contemporary poets fight every day, between trying to follow the rules of poetry and getting our young minds into the streets and curating drama in the mind of readers. He talks about Amala, he talks about Mammy water girls of Akoka and I think he was referring to UNILAG girls and their sexual prowess, maybe giving a fair warning to those whose male organs function without caution.

I love his letter to “L”, his concepts are intriguing. I realized what it means to see rape from the eyes of a poet who works for the Law, his Philosophy about the law and Justice can be found on the trims and edges of his poetry. He has a firm grasp of his pen and commands his words to do what he pleases. You know when I read the last few pages and i was expecting an orderly well scripted “About the Author”, he again flings aside my expectations and uses allows the poetic license to do what it desires, he never really wrote about himself. Yet the poetry book was tailored around his life, his father, his Love and the streets of Lagos. This romance is one that is not obvious but the poet distracts you with so much humor and word play while telling you a story that encompasses two generations of life and more if possible. The actual poem “Garri for Breakfast” was a single verse, it was brisk and Seun did not patronize me with unnecessary Jargon. He is straight to the point and as plain as the garri without sugar or milk that enters a stomach and the stomach that is covered by a well ironed suit.

He lets us know that life in itself his full of simple things hidden behind a collection of complex twist and turns. I am not only inspired to see the world around me, to be more aware, to be more observant, Seun has given me the license to be free. Like he says “Christ never imitated anyone, so I’ll Imitate him”.