WASTED YEARS IN AMERICA

WASTED YEARS IN AMERICA

Episode 3

They bent down slowly and used cartons to cover themselves. They peeped through some holes in the carton and saw them afar of. They were four horrible men with hefty bodies.

“Ah walai! Koni da fun Ramoni (Ramoni will never succeed in any way)” Sule, one of the men shouted angrily in Yoruba dialect.

“Kilo de? Kini mo se? Ti en sepe fun mi bayi (What happened? What did I do, that you are swearing for me this way?). Ramoni replied.

“Your papa, no be you say make we come hide am here?” Wasiu shouted.

“Hey! Hey! E don do for una two o. No be say because I dey keep quiet una go wan dey shout for me anyhow. Abeg make una maintain o. I nuh do bad wey I say make we hide am here”, Ramoni replied angrily.

“See guys Ramoni nuh do bad as hin say make we hide am here. Na for our own good”. Yusuf said.

“Yusuf. You know wether hin don go comot am secretly?” Asked Sule.

“Ahn, ahn. How hin go do that kind of thing. No forget say since we keep the bag here, Ramoni dey with us all through out for that club. Hin no go anywhere. So why you go dey think like that”. Yusuf replied.

“You know wwether hin don use text message send person to come carry the the bag? You know who we be na. We nuh fit trust ourselves”.

“Na your papa na hin type the message for me? Wetin dey worry you na, Wasiu. I nuh mind to kill you here o”.

Na me you wan kill? This night, we go kill ourselves for here”.

“Hey! Abeg! Nuh be wetin carry us come here”. Wasiu said as he and Yusuf seperated them. “Make we find this bag. Na the most important thing be that. See how we risked our lives. What if we got caught? Na Jail straight. Please, let’s look for the bag. All our effort can’t be wasted”.

They stopped fighting and started looking for the bag. As they were searching, they got closer to the huge stack of cartons Mike and Paul were hiding. Wasiu stretched fort his hand to scatter the cartons in front of him.

Episode 4 coming out soon. Please keep your eyes down for the next episode.

WASTED YEARS IN AMERICA

EPISODE 2

They unzipped it and saw guns relaxing on top of huge amount of money.

“Jesus!” They shouted at the same time and looked around to see if someone was looking at them.

“What should we do now,” Paul asked.

“Let’s go and flex (enjoy our life) with it.” Mike replied.

“Are you stupid?” Paul asked angrily, rhetorically. “If you are sensible enough, you would have thought of getting a visa to go to America like you said. But when you got the opportunity all that came to your head was flexing. I am not advising you to use some of this money to get a visa. Whether you like it or not we are returning this money to the police.

“You don craze (have you gone crazy)? Return which money to which police ?” Mike asked rhetorically.

“OK, you don’t want us to return this money right? Stay here, let me go and call them. If they arrest you, that is not my concern.”

“Come back joor. Person nuh fit play with you (can’t someone joke with you).”Said Mike. But Paul, let’s forget about the police. If we take it to them, they might end up sharing it within themselves.”

“Whatever,” Paul said. See this money is not for us. If they like, let them even kill themselves for it. The money is a stolen money. We have to take it to them. God will surely bless us.”

“How are we sure this is not God’s blessing?” Mike said. “Opportunity comes but once.”

“Opportunity does not come once. Opportunity comes every time. It is always around us. We are just too overwhelmed by life’s issue which makes us not to notice it, when it comes.”

“OK, let’s take it to the police.” Mike said, sadly. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you. If we continue to suffer till we die, I won’t forgive you.”

“We won’t continue to suffer. We are doing the right thing.” Paul said. “Let’s take it there. Hold that side let me hold this side.”

“Nibo la fi bag eh si (where did we put the bag).” A coarse voice was heard, which spoke in yoruba dialect.

They heard their footsteps and their voices from a far distance moving towards them. “What should we do now?” They whispered fearfully, for the sun has gone to bed.

Who is doing the right thing, is it Paul or Mike? Please drop your comment.

EPISODE 2 coming up soon. Please stick around for the next episode and you will never end up with a frown.

WASTED YEARS IN AMERICA

EPISODE 1

“This carton that I have packed would, at least, fetch me #1200,” Mike said.

“1200? Don’t worry, when they finally scale it, you would be surprised that it won’t get to #600,” his twin brother, Paul replied.

“Mehn, this carton recycling business is not worth it ooo. Someone would be walking under the sun from one waste ground to another looking for carton, at the end what will be earned won’t make any sense.” Said Mike.

“Mike, we have to be saving the little we make everyday.” Paul said. “When it is enough, we will start up a business. We have to be patient.”

“All I know is that my destiny is not here in Nigeria.” Mike said. “Who Buhari regime help. See, if my leg touch Yankee today-today, I don make am (if I get to America today, nothing will stop me from making it).”

“We have to strive hard here in Lagos and when we finally make it, we will be able to travel to anywhere in the world. No one destiny is in anywhere. You can make it anywhere you are.” Said Paul.

“All this things you are talking is for yourself. As for me, my mind is fixed. If I have any opportunity now, I won’t think twice.”

Mike and Paul are twins who lost their parent at a very young age. Their parent eloped to a place farther from their relatives. When they died, Mike and Paul couldn’t trace any of their relative, so they struggled on their own until they graduated from a public secondary school.

While they were talking, they saw a Ghana-must-go bag at a hidden place of the waste ground. They ignored it but while they kept on talking, they decided to unzip it to see what was inside.

Episode 2 coming up soon. Please, stick around and keep your eyes down for the next episode and you will never end up with a frown.

AFTER SUICIDE

Judas woke up from his body. He felt some heaviness within his entire new being. His spirit was very uncomfortable. “What have I done?” His spirit thought. “I thought I would escape through death. So there is really life after death.” He turned to his body to have a glance of it and saw the pill he took that pulled his spirit out of his body. He moved to his body and tried to enter but he couldn’t for the body has lost it’s binding power. “What have I done?” He thought again. His spirit was very restless. After sometime, Judas spirit started melting and in less than a second, he saw himself in some midst of people. He spoke to them but no one acted like someone was talking to them. This time, his clothe has changed but he didn’t notice it. He touched most of them, they didn’t feel it but he felt his hand on their body.

“Who are you?” An angel appeared to him and asked.

“Sir. please where am I?” Judas asked.

“You are outside the gate of heaven.”

“Who are these people? I spoke with them but they didn’t reply.”

“You don’t belong here,” the angel said with a straight forward speech.”

“Then, sir. Please take me to my mansion where I belong. I don’t know what I’m doing here with all these anti-social people.”

“Shut up ! You filthy rag.” The angel shouted and it echoed.

When he heard those words , his clothe started reflecting in his eyes. Then he looked at his clothe and noticed for the first time that his clothe has changed. He saw a white garment designed with black polka dot on his body. He looked at other people’s clothe but their own were pure white garment.

“Now you know where you belong. You are not supposed to be here. But because of what you need to see, the Lord made you to appear here.”

“Please Sir, don’t send me to hell, please send me back to earth and I promise I will tell the whole world about life after death.”

“You took what does not belong to you. And you want me to give you what you already have? You already have your life in your hand. Do what you want to do with it.

“Please Lord, don’t send me to hell,” he begged with tears flowing down his eyes.

“I am not lord. I am just an ordinary messenger of The Almighty God.”

“Please.”

“You killed yourself!” He shouted and everywhere shook. You only had eleven more days and you would have become one of the greatest men on earth, but due to lack of impatience and greed, you lost it.”

“Please, send me back,” he pleaded and cried soberly.

“You will rot in hell! You will rot in hell! That is where you belong!” The angel shouted fiercely and his voice echoed. As he was shouting, Judas disappeared into thin air and found himself in hell. THE END

No matter how bad the situation has become suicide is not the best option. You can’t escape life’s trouble through suicide. No matter how righteous you are, if you leave this earth through suicide, you will end up in hell. Just like a common proverb which says “from frying pan to fire,” it will be from earth to hell. Be patient no matter what and in the mean time, you will see things turning around for your good. Don’t forget ” the darkest hour means dawn is just in sight” – Unknown.

WASTED YEARS IN AMERICA coming up soon. Please stick around and keep your eyes down for the next story and you will never end up with a frown.

MR SUICIDE

EPISODE 2

“Jesus! Jesus! Ye!.” He heard noises and wondered what was happening. He ran out and saw many people running. “What is happening,” he asked but no one answered him. While he was wondering, he turned to the direction they were running from and saw a gigantic wave of water moving faster towards him. “Jesus!” He shouted. He ran faster that he even overtook the people in front of him. I don’t think Hussein bolt would be able to compete with him. His only rival would be Cheetah. “To that tall building! To that tall building!” He shouted. Most of them made it to the top of the building when they heard a sound as the water hit the building. It shook as the water hit it. After some minute everything cooled down. Looking down the building was water flowing in the street. The adrenaline rage in them had cooled down and everyone felt themselves, they remembered their family and property and silence was broken by sob.

“By now I would have been dead,” Mr suicide thought. “Jesus, thank you lord.” He remembered how he ran when he saw how high the water heaped. He was surprised with his action. “So I could be scared of death,” he thought and burst out with laughter. Everyone turned to his direction. Someone summoned courage and spoke to him. “Man, everyone is crying, you are laughing. Why are you laughing?

“So I could be scared of death,” replied Mr. Suicide.

“What do you mean?”

He didn’t reply. He felt relieved and laughed the second time from his heart after three years. He didn’t even bother on how flooded his house would have become. Everyone turned to his direction as he laughed again. “He is a mad man, see his hand, it is covered with dirt,” someone whispered.

But he heard it. He turned to the direction the sound came from. He looked at the person and smiled instead of becoming furious for he was extremely happy. “I am not mad, I’m just not sad, you won’t understand.”

“But you’ve been laughing uncontrollably since we climbed up here. Are you sure you are alright?”

“I’m very much alright,” he said. All eyes were fixed on him. “This people must think I’m really mad.” He thought and decided to tell them his story. After telling them his suicidal story they all burst into laughter. “See now, everyone is mad here, I’m not the only mad person here because we are all laughing in our problems”

“And you were the one that directed us to this building when we running to nowhere. If not for you we would have been washed away by that water down there. Thank you for saving our lives.”Said someone.

“Thank you very much,” echoed everyone.

For the first time after some years in his life, He felt loved by people.

Love yourself no matter what and you would be loved by people.

THE END

AFTER SUICIDE coming up soon. Please, stick around and you will never end up with a frown.

MR SUICIDE

 EPISODE 1

Sitting under a mango tree, at the compound of his house, his pores were sipping in the cool breeze coming from the north. The pores widened more to accommodate much breeze to pass through as it collides with his body while he plans the easiest way to commit suicide . “Do I really need this fresh air ?” Mr suicide thought. “I should be locked inside a room where there is no ventilation with the AC switched off. This body does not deserve anything good. I’m tired of this world.Whatever I do fails. If you do not do things right, people will talk; if you do it right, they will still talk. Na wah o, which kine world be dis wan self. God why did you bring me into this world? Why did you make me to be the champion in my mother’s womb. Today should be the last day I should live in this world. What is the best way to kill my self.” He thought with a sad facial expression. “should i go to the railroad when a train is in motion? No. All this people that can’t mind their own business would come and rescue me and I will be arrested for attempted suicide. Should I jump from the bridge? No, I may be rescued before I get drowned. Ah! Yes hanging. Easy and safest way to do it without anyone interrupting.” He stood up and walked into his house. “Let me leave a note to those that claim they love me.” He took a pen, tore a sheet of paper and wrote down all the misfortune he had encountered all through his life in the best way he could summarize. Then he kept the paper on the table where anyone could find it. He went to his waste bin and dipped his hand inside the waste and drew out a rope he had termed “useless”. “Why should I be protective of my hand? Dead person does not need to practise good hygiene.” He thought, with his hand covered with spoilt food. He carried the rope up and looked at it. “Now I know what you are useful for.” He went to his room and tied the rope to an iron that the ceiling fan is fastened to. He climbed a chair and held the rope towards his head.

Jesus! jesus! Yeh! He heard noises and wondered what was happening. He ran out and saw many people running . “What is happening?” He asked but noone answered him. While he was wondering, he turned to the direction they were running from and saw a gigantic wave of water moving faster towards him.

Episode 2 coming up soon. keep your eyes down for the next episode and you will never end up with a frown

The Journey Begins

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