By IFECHI OKOH

One day, one gbedu waala disturbingly trails Portable, the pint-sized Onijogbon 1 of the Nigerian beats scene, (bloody trouble promoter). Portable, everybody, including the crude bunch of Mallam’s who have been watching him meskafoing and wondering aloud as to what’s really wrong with him concerning his love for waala and confusion.

In fact, by now, they may have been speechless and ready to dash him a hot, deadly blow the day he would mistakenly cross their path. But who go tell am now before it is pretty late?

That’s the pitiable danger about the time-bomb like rogbodiyan awaiting him. You see the waala! Na so the matter be until devil, the bloody bustard evil genius carry his confusion come from nowhere as his boys come enter stage where the unsuspecting Onijogbon dey play, begin stray am right left and centre anyhow with fake, old naira notes for long. That moment, he was simply sweating from every part of his body. Even his yansh was not spared.

Imagine! Kai!! He just suffered this jagbanjantics for fun until he almost passed on right on stage. However, kasala come burst when he got home, only to discover that all the money the bustards sprayed him that night were simply fake, old naira notes.

“What!” he screamed and started cursing, “Na Ogun go kill all of una. E no go better for the mother of una mother, the same for the father of una fathers.”

He was really sweating like a bloody Christmas goat, while he was busy laying curses on the idiots who were just nowhere to be found.

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