“I don’t love you anymore” – she said. “Amaka’s boyfriend just bought her an iPhone and the person I’m seeing right now, it will take one million years before you can use an iPhone not to mention the time it will take before you buy one for me, I’m beginning to look like a laughing stock, all my friends are always hanging out, you wear the same shirt every day, you don’t take me out, all we do is sit at home, the other day I asked for common 20k, just 20k ooo, you refused to send, you flash me instead of calling, if I ask you for airtime now, you will start with – babe, you know I don’t have it. Oga abeg shift, that’s how the other day, you were….. I drowned out her voice, my eyes fixed on the wall in front of me, I could see her pacing but I wasn’t looking at her. She was tired, she had mentioned it 100 times, but I was in love, I had invested too much time, too much money, every dime I had saved, I gave to her but nothing would satisfy her. “I’m done” – she said. I have heard this so many times in the last few months. “I regret wasting my time with you’ – she continued.
Every artery in my body said get up and beg, just like you used to but I was tired just like she was. I heaved – “aren’t you going to say anything?” she asked, poking my shoulder. “I knew it, I knew you were cheating on me, you can’t wait to get rid of me… anyways I’m dumping you before you dump me” – she said, grabbed her bag and left.
Hand over head, the pain suppressed all these months slowly rising to the top like bubbles on beer. ‘AAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHH” – I screamed. “Calm yourself, be a man, men don’t cry” – I said to myself. My mind raced, fists clenched, anger surged, headbanged and only the ringing of my phone brought me back to reality. “Hello mama” – I said into the receiver “Daniel, your father is in the hospital, they said we must deposit 350,000 naira before they can treat him, they are saying he might have a stroke, a brain haemorrhage….” I burst into laughter, laughing so loudly, you would think I had just won a million dollars “Hello, Daniel, my son, what is funny?
“Hello, Daniel, my son, what is funny? Are you ok? You are scaring me, please come to the hospital now, we need to help your father.” – my mother said.
I ended the call but the laughter didn’t stop, it came from a place of pain, it was the last straw that preceded tears, tears so hot, it burned my skin.
I sat on the floor crying. My sick father had spent all his life working for the government only to end up with 5 graduate children who can’t get jobs and no pension money because some government official decided to forcibly use (insert steal) people’s pension money for his personal business. My mother worked at a primary school just to earn a salary that could barely feed all 7 of us. As a graduate, I have done every type of menial job in the book, my last job as a waste disposal temp staff ended abruptly when the supervisor’s brother was in need of a job, I was the only one that was of a different tribe so I was sacked. “Get up, be a man” – I thought but then spoke out loud “be a man? How? A broke man? A nothing man? What kind of man?
I remembered the friends I went to university with, and how everyone had built their own homes. I couldn’t even afford to buy a new phone, the current one was held together by a rubber band.
The laughter came again before I said “I wonder what Tonia saw in me in the first place? I can fuck though, I’m sure the sex kept her. Dude, don’t deceive yourself, you always knew this girl was way above your league, you fucked her into loving you” – I was speaking to no-one, just busy confronting my truth.
“All the tongue swipes up and down her clit, her head pinned to the bed, ass in your face while you ate every bit of her pussy and ass up, staying there with wetness gushing down your beard, forcing every emotion she owned to want you, for her to never forget you, every thrust was manipulative, you wanted her to stay more than anything because to you she was the first thing you got right”
I laughed some more as my truth stared me in my face, It was true, you can fuck a woman into submission, into love, but you cannot force her to stay, then the tears flowed again. My phone rang again: “Hello, guy. How far na? – eddy said “Haa Eddy, wow, how did you get my number? – I asked “Guy wetin dey go on, Your mumsi just call my mum, she been dey tell her, your dad dey sick, and they need 350k. She say she call you say you just dey laugh, so I asked her to send me your number” – Eddy said.
I heaved. “Guy Talk to me, daniel what’s happening? Ok, you know what, send me your account number make I send the money for you, first go attend to your pops, then call me make we link up” – eddy said and hung up.
5 months have passed, my father was now an invalid, couldn’t eat, shit or piss on his own. Eddy was sending monthly upkeep money to help out with some of the expenses, but my family was in so much debt, we were going to drown in it.
I called eddy “Please help me” – I said and continued “Whatever it is you want, I will do” – I was desperate, I didn’t even say hello or wait to hear his. I had nothing left, I was the first child and everyone looked up to me. “Come house make we reason” – eddy said and hung up.
I moved in with eddy, we were about 13 boys, he rented a duplex where we all lived out of, he ensured we were well fed and there was always lots of girls, my high libido was satisfied by a different woman every week, everything we wanted we got. I had threesomes and tag teams and fucked any girl I wanted in any position I wanted.
We each got a laptop and we had different segments, everyone had what they did, we had boys who hacked company accounts, those who pretended to be gay, those who went on BDSM sites looking for cash pigs, those who pretended to be soldiers in Africa fighting the insurgents and looking for love. I was one of such soldiers, I would go on popular social media platforms and search for older women, we targeted widow groups, Eddy taught us everything, whatever money you got from your victim was shared in 75:25 ratio, eddy kept 75. Nobody complained we were all desperate young men, we needed the money, we had mothers, wives, children, siblings to feed. Our country had failed us, there were no jobs, you were rubbished by everyone including the police if you were broke. Eddy moved around in a convoy of policemen, no-one dared to talk to him disrespectfully, policemen bowed till their heads touched their knees when they greet him, girls wanted to be around him all the time, his mother drove the choicest car and didn’t have to wonder where her next meal was coming from.
All 13 of us were going to work under eddy for 2 years, learn the ropes of the trade and then we would be free of him, Eddy was our hero, many men I respected, paid homage to eddy, he broke the shackles of poverty in their families. To everyone, Eddy was God.
He would say ‘don’t let anybody deceive you that what you are doing is bad, we are the white people’s karma, even the bible said, the sins of the father would be visited upon the children up to the fourth generation. We are their punishment for the crimes committed by their fathers, when they pillage the homes of our ancestor, raped our mothers and young girls and forced our fathers to watch. when..
When they forced us to do what they wanted or die, they left their land, seeing that we were ignorant and did not think – ohh let’s go help these people, instead, they stole every and any resource we had and killed those who stood in their way”
For someone leading this mob of fraudsters, eddy was very religious, we never missed church and we never failed to pay our tithe. The church even appointed him as a deacon, he declined because he didn’t want to be forced to sit in front of the church every Sunday.
When eddy spoke, you could hear that this was something he had thought about in detail, he would continue with: “they came to corrupt, steal and destroy because after they left, the self-appointed leaders saw it fit to follow in the white man’s footsteps because they didn’t see the white man suffer for his crimes. We are their Karma, we will pillage their women and children just like they did to us because God said, not even a fig of leaf falls from the tree, that I do not know about. You have been appointed by God himself to carry out vengeance for the African slaves, the ones who cried in the dark afraid of her white man rapist, the Igbo slaves who forced themselves to drown when they couldn’t let go of their dignity. Over 400 years they did this without any consequences. They taught our leaders how to steal and now that is all these ones know, they pushed us so far back to the wall, forgetting that when you get to the wall, you have nowhere else to go but forward. RIP THEM ALL, 70% of white people have generational wealth which they stole off the back of our ancestors, Take it back my brothers. Take that wealth back, it belongs to you not them. I schooled in the US, you guys know right? – eddy would ask, it was a rhetorical question. Sometimes we wondered why he did this type of business, he was a rich kid, his father was a businessman but they didn’t see eye to eye. “White people are inherent racists, they do everything they can to hide it, but they do not like your black skin, they don’t want you to succeed, they need to keep that divide to ensure they are a more superior race.
Take It jor, collect everything they have, let them cry. Our ancestors cried too only to be whipped further into submission. Take everything they’ve got until they bleed. Their fathers are the ones to blame.
He was right, we deserve to feed too, our father’s fathers were placed at a disadvantaged point, they stood no chance, which black family has wealth passed down to them from the days of old. They strategically wiped away every and any chance for black people to succeed. In cases where black people started thriving, they razed the neighbourhood with again, zero consequences. Go read about Tulsa, it was the most thriving black community in 1921 dubbed the Black Wall Street, eddy told us this story. Over 300 killed and an entire community destroyed just because, wait for it, just because white people couldn’t stand to have black rich people existing in the same day and age as them.
Eddy’s stories always left me pumped, I was ruthless and precise, I did everything and made eddy a shit ton of money. Its been 8 years now, the government introduced an arm that is meant to catch thieves and fraudsters, they call it FGDD, humour me please, How do thieves create an organization to catch thieves. Exactly, the same thing I thought.
In 6 years, I have removed at least forty-seven boys from the poverty quota, five of them, I know attempted suicide before I found them, I have built schools, a hospital named after my dad and my old mum doesn’t have to work another day. We share food and money every month to the widows and children, I can’t count the number of children i have paid school fees for. I have done way more than any government official has done for me or for anyone i know and yet you say I am bad, that i am scum and that i ruin people’s lives. What have I taken that didn’t belong to our ancestors. You clamour online requesting that I be hung, but forget so quickly the thieves that sit in your highest offices. You revere them, respect them, bow your heads till it touches your knees because of the peanuts they throw your way.
You forget, forget so quickly, that these people, in fact, one of them stole the money meant for paying the doctors in that hospital and that is why your father died when the hospital was on strike, another one of them stole the money meant for road repairs that caused the gridlock that made your wife lose her baby because you couldn’t get to the hospital on time “we are sorry, if you had been 20 minutes earlier, your son would be alive’ – That doctor told you as if it was your fault, but No, it wasn’t. It was that thief, yes the same political thief you stood at attention to greet, your hands raised above your head like you are praising God, Your shouts of baba agba and chairman louder than the alarm on my clock, It was his fault, if he had fixed the roads, you would be cradling your son, but no, you didn’t ask for his head. You want mine, I buy so much food from that restaurant you work in and that’s why your boss hasn’t shut down, I keep many of you in jobs with my contributions to society, I help your distant cousins with money, the ones you can’t be bothered to think about because you have too many problems of your own. I even help the women you break their hearts, I fuck them, give them good money then erase the hurt and pain you left them with, that is why you are walking around without a curse on your head.
What have you done for anyone?
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