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Monday, June 23, 2008

Emi Okunkun

Saturday 9.10am

“E don die?”

My eyes flickered open, then shut. The sky was black. Very black. It seemed as if a giant fist had blotted out the sun.

E neva die o!”

“E don dey wake!”

The giant fist morphed into five, each one splitting to reveal splinters of sun. Five heads peered down at me as I lay on my back on the muddied ground.

“Wetin happen?” I asked, with my mouth as heavy as a planet.

Mufu came into focus.

“TJ, you dey alive?”

“You dey craze? You wan kill me before?”

“Sorry o. But na just one punch the guy give you now.”

Slowly, I remembered. Sunday! Kia-kia, I stand up. The circle of people around me dissolved. Sunday stood at a distance, his face filled with fear. Last night, the bastard gave me some numbers say make I play them for Baba Ijebu. “13, 14, 15. Too sure,” he had said. I ask am how those kain numbers go win and him talk say make him mama die if dem no win. Na so I come give the bastard 1k. I put another 3k on top the 13-14-15 wey him give me. See, Sunday had never failed before; he was just like God. Sule, for the Baba Ijebu shop, dey ask me sef why I dey put all that kain money on those numbers. I tell am say make him go ask him mama.

In short sha, when result comot for night, the three numbers no even show face. 64-7-23. Imagine! Like a crazy lion, I go find Sunday. The guy don run! So what should I have done when I saw him at the busstop this morning? Me, wey no sleep for night wey I dey think of the money wey I don lost? Tell me, what should I have done?

True, I made the first attack. Quick as lighting, I gave him a few slaps and locked his shirt. He tried to explain something, but I no even hear. Before I knew what was happening, a punch landed on my face sending me to sleep.

So, even though Sunday was afraid of me, he stood his ground. Against his rippling muscles and giant frame, I appeared like a mere grasshopper. I thought of attacking him again, but I remembered his punch. If I got another couple, I might just die.

“Sunday, your mama don die o!” was all I said as I retreated to a corner to nurse my bruised face.

Saturday 2.23pm

Business was slow. To collect money from the buses was becoming harder, and Fashola’s BRT nonsense was the cause of it all. Most of the drivers had started plying other routes since passengers no dey gree come dem side again. I dey even hear say the thing don vex Jasper so tay him boys don dey plan how to burn like 20 BRT buses. Easy thing now: no be for one garage dem dey park all those buses? Just enter for one night, burn the useless things. At least before dem go buy new ones, we go don make our money again.

Anyway, as business no come, na so we retire for under the bridge o. Rashidi produced some Rizla and Mufu brought out the satchets of igbo. We were smoking our thing jeje o when Iya Sidikat gave a cry of fear. Next thing, people don scatter everywhere. Iya Sidikat’s tray of paraga fell to the floor, the bottles rolling all over the place.

Before we could say “wetin happen” two guys in lemon-green shirts land for our front to begin pack Iya Sikidat’s tray and her bottles. Another one grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards a van. Iya Sikidat wailed like a maniac, tearing at her hair and trying to free herself from his grip.

“Hey hey! Wetin happen?”

Kia-kia, we don stand up go meet the guys. Mufu and Rashidi circled the two looting the tray while I confronted the one holding Iya Sidikat.

“Ehn? Wetin happen? Your papa don deaf?”

“We be KAI!” The upper row of the bastard’s teeth had disappeared. Four brutal lines clawed at his cheeks in typical Egba tribal marks.

“And so? If you be KAI nko?”

“Go ask Fashola now!” he replied. He dared to reply!

“Ehn? Na Fashola dey put food for dis woman’s table? Na Fashola put us for here?”

The guy no answer.

“Oya, leave dis woman alone and go jeje.”

“Go where? I dey carry dis woman go station and nobody fit stop me!”


Though my face was still bruised from Sunday’s punch, my ego was bruised as well. Calmly, I picked up a bottle from amongst Iya Sidikat’s stuff.

“Wetin you wan do?” he was slightly afraid now.

I showed him what I could do. Brown liquid exploded into the afternoon sun as the bottle landed on his head. He screamed a loud “Yeeeepa!” as he let go of the woman to clutch at his head. Mufu and Rashidi took my cue. Sharp-sharp, dem don start to deal with the two other guys. As we approached their van to deal with the driver and the other guy inside, the driver jumped out and ran across the road. The other fellow was not so lucky. Mufu pounced on him and gave him the beating of his life. We opened the van and set free all the market women they had arrested. We wan burn the van sef but Agbowo appeared and that was that.

Sunday 8.46am

“But your name na Taju now. My name na Rashidi and Sikira is Sikira. Wetin we dey go find for church?”

“And so? When you go mosque sef last?”

Rashidi had no answer to this. True, he probably hadn’t stepped into a mosque in hundred years. That son of a bloody pagan! But somehow, Sikira who be Muslim, say make we come church for Sunday. Church ke? How the place dey be sef? E be like say na those her friends dey teach am all these things. So that I wouldn’t go alone, I asked Rashidi to go with me. At least it was better for two people to feel odd in a place than one person. Abi?

So, we got dressed and left for Sikira’s house. The church was a white-garment one, but Sikira no tell us. Sikira and her two friends wore the white aso-adura while Rashidi and I felt awkward in our dirty jeans and T-shirts.

When we got to the church, only people in white were allowed entry. Rashidi and I were relegated to a special bench right at the door.

“So, na here sinners dey sit, abi?”

“Yes o.”

“But how dem take know say we be sinners?”

We both laughed. The service continued and we kept yawning. The only thing that kept was awake was the loud clapping during the praise sessions and the wriggling fine bottoms of those devil girls. Sinners! Instead make dem come siddon with us for VIP.

All was going well, until one woman gave a loud cry and started making random motions, uttering a whole lot of gibberish.


Rashidi and I chuckled as she left scattered benches in her wake while rolling on the floor. The worshippers were strangely quiet. Suddenly, she burst into a chant and started running around like something was chasing her. She screamed as she tried to ward off the invisible attacker with her fists. I started to get concerned.

As suddenly as she started, she stopped and looked sharply towards us.

“They are here,” she said in a metallic voice that didn’t sound like hers at all. “People from the water kingdom.” When she said this, several men in white with red sashes around their waists fell in behind her, brandishing thin metal rods.

Like a Nollywood movie gone bad, she approached like a zombie and pointed at me. When she got within touching distance, she started to scream, holding her hands over her ears.

“Ahhh!!! Go away! Evil spirit!!” She then fell to the floor, convulsing. Two men held her while the others approached Rashidi and me. My mouth was slightly open while my eyes started emptily at the sight I had just witnessed. I looked at Rashidi and he looked at me. We both shook our heads at the same time.

One of the men spoke to me. His entire head was covered in snow-white hair.

“My son, are you ready to be saved? Are you ready to denounce your friends in the evil kingdom and come into the light?”

As if on cue, the congregation started singing and clapping. The clapping built up to a frenzy. Four arms gripped me and carted me away into the church. I didn’t even resist; I was too numb. They placed me in the middle of the church while more men in white and red joined them. Each person had knotted palm-fronds in his hands. Moving to the rhythm of the music, they cycled me, swaying confusingly.

Come o, wetin dey happen? I glanced at Rashidi; his face was blank. I sought out Sikira but she was nowhere. The first lash landed across my neck, stinging like a bee. The other men followed and palm-fronds slashed across my body. I screamed in pain.

“Ja-de! Ja-de! Ja-de! Emi okukun, ja-de!”

I struggled against the men but they pinned me to the ground. With welts forming all over my body and my bruised face starting to bleed, I threw around wild punches, hitting jaws and groins. I scrambled to my feet and ran for the door. The men followed with their whips.

“Ja-de! Ja-de! Ja-de! Emi okukun, ja-de!”

I ran out of the church, never to return.

Wednesday 6:15pm

“Taju, wake up o! The match go soon start.”

I got off the bed and found my slippers. For the past three days, I had been inside. The beating I had received from the church demons was actually more than I thought. That Sunday night, I developed a fever. Even Mufu had to help in treating my bruises with warm water. I cursed the church. I cursed the day I meet Sikira. I cursed the hour I agreed to go to that church service. Mufu kept laughing like a demon. Rashidi didn’t help matters either; he kept referring to me as Emi-Okukun (Evil Spirit).

Well, no wahala now. I go deal with those people for that church. I kuku know their faces. If I catch anyone of them for garage ehn? Na kill I go kill him mama. Sikira sef don dey try call me since dat time. I no dey pick her call. Which kain set-up be dat?

Anyway, Man-U and Chelsea dey play Champion’s League final this night. Make I go Aboki’s place go watch am.

I wore my Chelsea jersey and set out with Mufu and Rashidi to Aboki’s viewing centre.

Sunday was at the door with his guys when we got there.

“How now, TJ?”

“No greet me o. I still dey vex.” I brushed past him into the centre and ordered a bottle of Guinness. Aboki went round to collect his money.

“Who dey set o?” Several voices shot up as Aboki went round to collect bets.

“Give me 3k on Chelsea, Drogba to score, 1-0.”

“Three together or one-one?”

“One-one, you dey craze? How I go bet the three together.”

“Cool down now, TJ. Wetin dey worry you.”

“Na your mama know o,” I muttered under a gulp of beer.

He gave me the receipt for 3 bets: Chelsea winning, Drogba scoring, and a 1-0 result, one grand each.

The match started with growls, curses and smelling bodies. When Ronaldo scored for Man-U in the first half, the Man-U fans screamed like red devils. Sunday cursed all the Chelsea fans and I kept quiet; I just dey look am. I dey think as I don dey lose my money again. At least, one grand don go be dat. Na make Chelsea win remain. Lampard scored for Chelsea in the second-half and we jumped like kolomental people. My bruises hurt so bad I sat down quickly. The game just dey start! 90 minutes don pass and these idiots never score. Extra time began and no one scored still. Ah, na penalties be dat o. There was a slight hope when Ronaldo lost his penalty for Man-U, but that idiot Terry lost too. Giggs converted for United, only for Anelka to lose his for Chelsea. I held my head in my hands as the Man-U fans jubilated. My money had gone down the drain again. Sunday and his guys ran into the street, shouting. I wan start something but Mufu talk say make I chill. Sunday’s case na for later-later.

The night was cold as I walked back home with my two paddies. No shaking sha. As we passed Baba Ijebu’s kiosk, Sule called me.

“TJ, you no play tonight?”

“Why, so you can chop my money again? Get lost jo.”

“No oh. Your numbers won tonight that’s all!”

“Numbers? Which numbers?”


Sunday!!!!!!! Bastard!!!!!!!!

posted by FineBoy Agbero at 3:11 PM


ur blog is to die for

June 24, 2008 at 3:15 PM  

thanks jare, omo ele!
but i no dey get tym write am o
those conductors dey always keep me for road..

June 24, 2008 at 3:20 PM  

Chai, crazy lives.

You gats skillz

How come you can write about typical agbero lifestyle like dat.

June 26, 2008 at 12:31 AM  

First of all, I think you must be a real agbero. Those lines are incredible and very impressive. I read every line.

Well done, 'Emi Okunkun'.


June 26, 2008 at 7:56 AM  

great stuff! highly creative, love it!

June 27, 2008 at 5:17 PM  

Twale, baba! Mo feel e! Wa a pe fun wa!

June 27, 2008 at 6:55 PM  

Agbero, I need to rough handle someone for Lagos. You go fit organize your boys for me? I aint in anyway, kidding o.

Nice blog.

June 29, 2008 at 11:44 PM  

thanks for stopping by Nigerian Curiosity and updating me on the politician's kidnap and death. Hope all is well.

I liked the story. So you are giving awon agberos a voice online eh? I'll be back then...

June 30, 2008 at 10:50 PM  

haaaa! how come i never land here b4??! ive been missin oh, only your profile and im in tears from so JAMB no gree me register oh! mchuu..

drinkin Shepe and smoin Igbo?? LAWL..i never even read this post oh, just came to declare the love i have from this blog right from your profile page...oya lemme go and read.... *still laughing*

July 1, 2008 at 12:14 AM  

eyyy, you wan use laff kill me!!!! so you sef, you used your two ears to hear white garment and you carried your two equally yeye legs to walk go? how dem no go find evil spirit for simmer body like you own??! :P LOL!

and you be chealse fan sef??ah you be my bros be dat nowww!!! Sunday tiff your money the first time??..go and do rematch oh!!!

July 1, 2008 at 12:25 AM  

i'm finkin of u as the new 9j FINEBOI..
damnn... my ribz are aching mehn!!!

July 1, 2008 at 12:35 AM  

true,true, na u know wetin u dey find, wey u gree go white garment church.

Nice blog tho.

July 1, 2008 at 12:48 AM  

I get this weird feeling that I've seen u at Ojuelegba under bridge b4...very weird...

July 1, 2008 at 2:08 AM  

wooooowz! Agbero..norrin do u my guy!!! As for that Sunday...just respect urself for d guy b4 he land u punch again!

July 1, 2008 at 3:05 AM  

first of all i like ur u suppose gimme ur i fit call u netime dem agbero bois they harass me!!!

nice read!

July 1, 2008 at 10:09 AM  

I remember reading your first post...tot u had closed post one a year...another great one...

July 1, 2008 at 11:56 AM  

lol@ chari
but i gats to say, u write amazingly well like one of dem, me too dey suspect u o.lolllllll
carry go, norrin do u jor

July 1, 2008 at 1:36 PM  

lol.. Your emi okunkun reminded me of my episode with white garment church. I blogged about it in "stolen childhood"

Lol.. the beating was not small oh. I like ur blog

July 1, 2008 at 6:22 PM  

first time here and ur favorite flick is still cracking me up

Snake in the monkey shadow ke? lati odun wo? ROFLMAO!

July 1, 2008 at 7:38 PM  

It's in d blood o. I am a real omo ita o! LOL!

Still awatin ur order on those guys o. On standby sha.

@iccyyy queenieeeee
U be mah correct sista! Up chelsea!! U need some shepe? Or paraga? Na free 4 u o!!!

We must av a voice now, abi? Reppin d hood 4 lyf ke!

Thanx.. thanx...

@Mz Dee
New 9ja fynboy abi? Hmmm.... good, good... u single?

No mind me jare. I no go enter dat place again lailai!

Unda Ojuelegba bridge abi? Yeah, yeah, I rememba u now: na u dey find igbo 4 5bucks!!! Hahaha! Hw u dey? Come find me o; we gat yarns!

@sisi blue
Thank u o! Norrin do me joooo! Carry go!

No wahala. Call me up when u get probs. I go break bottle 4 any maga head! +2348066666666

Yeah... U were one of my very 1st "customas" o! thanx 4 stickin... didnt close shop o... joined Facebook and d blog slept. No worri sha.. I'm back 4 good now..

hahaha... thanx...

my emi okukun partner! U sure say u no be real emi okukun? LOL!!!!

why not? dat film sweet die! we dey watch am 4 Boda Waidi Cinema dat tym (when he no dey show mojo o).
I still get d VHS sef!

July 2, 2008 at 12:23 PM  

wow!I finally got round to reading this.

see my life, only in blogville will I be fraternizing with an emi okunkun for that marra.

July 2, 2008 at 12:35 PM  

omo, u dey write o

July 2, 2008 at 2:08 PM  

Omo, why u no cum c me last wk...I don go cum now

July 3, 2008 at 7:06 PM  

LMAO!!!! hilarious stories, too vivid. Well done!

July 3, 2008 at 9:08 PM  

nice story and page!

July 4, 2008 at 2:31 AM  

Your anonymity is safe...I wasnt going to unveil this part of teh arrangements until that day buh errone would have a choice of wearing a mask or u'll decide...

July 4, 2008 at 8:15 PM  

my goodness, that was something!!! wow...

July 4, 2008 at 8:59 PM  


you are fantastic!!!

a kiss for you, my dear friend!

god bless u dear

can we exchange our link

r u ready to do?


você é fantástico!

um beijo para você, meu caro amigo!

Deus te abençoe u Caro

podemos trocar os nossos link

r u disposta a fazer?

July 5, 2008 at 9:35 AM  

haba!!!!! no update yet, abi fashola police don gbab fineboi agbero??????? *grins*

July 8, 2008 at 5:01 PM  

no mata how much i'm hating u @ present i still respect ur writing. well done, ex, u did it once more, hope u wont go awol again sha.

July 11, 2008 at 4:18 PM  

oh shit, and 4 any who wants 2 kno, dts not ex boyfriend oh!

July 11, 2008 at 4:20 PM  

LOL!! na real "fratenizing" o! thanx jare

@FFF, enigma, kinsha, buttercup

Sure, no wahala....

ex indeed!!! No misinterpretations sha... coming over 2 ur side now...

Sorry say i neva update o!
Na dis my yeye Internet. back now sha...

July 13, 2008 at 12:43 AM  

LOL I am soo loving ur picture!

July 13, 2008 at 5:31 AM  

Bobs, try update naa. Too many women for dis blog kini. We need men like you.

July 14, 2008 at 7:00 PM  

Hello ,its me once again remindng you that the blogville idol contestants 08 have sung their OLDIES jams!!!this session in on FIRE!!..Pls go over to the page listen to the contestants and then VOTE!!!dont forget to drop us a kind comment!tanx

July 14, 2008 at 11:47 PM  

Update now!!

July 16, 2008 at 9:43 PM  

wow!!we have 5 contestants left on blogville idol!!!pls go to our page listen to them ond current post and then cast your vote..and dont forget to drop us a kind comment!!!

July 18, 2008 at 1:35 PM  

I said it oh...he has gone awol again!!!

July 24, 2008 at 10:03 PM  


Ahn-ahn! Kool down now! I no go AWOL oh! U know say dis our job no easy. Ok, I go steal time 2mrw post dis thing. I swear; 2mrw!!!!

July 29, 2008 at 12:57 PM  

first tym here...rolling on floor...

September 18, 2008 at 9:50 PM  

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