TALES OF THE NIGHT

"My son remember everything i have said,you are the reflection of this family,be a good member of it out there,avoid late night,tales of the nights have been a bad news to the ear.", My mum spoke to be lovingly as i embarked to the city for greener pastures.

Life in the society wasn't easy but i have seen worse days even in the village. It took me just a while to socialized. I met Hassan Bello who gradually became a close friend. That meeting is what i still regret till date. I was influenced against the advice of my mum and things that were not on my mind to do. I started keeping late nights,clubbing and partying all nights in the name of flexing but in all these i never stole or participate in any cultism activities. 

On my way back home from the club some night,i met four guys. I thought they were just passersby too, they surrounded me,the alcohol in me couldn't allow me to see the danger. One of them with a fierce voice said " where the scorpion?" ,I said where is what ?,they pointed a gun at me,within 5seconds i summarized my life of 27years then. My body was suddenly free of alcohol. I said "the scorpion is in my pocket", i was looted of my phones and money. Words of my mother echoed in my ears for two weeks. Being phone less disconnected me from certain friends cum flexing. 

 I however managed to retrieved and bought another phone from the little daily savings in my unskilled and freelance work. My mum call was the first to enter my new phone, " what happened,your phone has been off for almost a month?" I lied but her wisdom was smarter than my little lie,she however advice i be more careful this time around.

Having phone soon connected me again to supernatural twenty first century flexing as i called it then. On my way back home in one of the nights, I met a group of ten guys with cutlasses. I started forming Russia ascent , "hello Papi,i just got back from Russia, you guys are village vigilantes ehh,i most commend your effort in the community policing,more muscles to this hustle". They shouted uniformly " Nomi phone",I spoke further with my Russia accent," i don't comprehend you guys,what are you really trying to say,non of you can't speak English". One of them slapped me,my head format,the Russia ascent ran out of my anus with a heavy air. i quickly realized peaceful men are my friends. 

One shot in the air and shouted again "Afou Russian Nomi Phone". I started begging " Nbok eyen eka.... Na only my simcard there,una colleagues collected the phone behind there". That was my last outing,the night thought me a lesson.
 

       

 I haven't gotten tired of sharing this lesson learnt,in my last encounter with an elder friend,I explained the tales of these nights to him. With his experience he added more tales to my ears. He said "the............ To be continue....

MY NAME IS ZEDICUS PIRO AND YOU KNOW SAY WORDS NO BE PROBLEM