Brother wale batch 7

Brother wale
Episode 12
Dear Brother Wale, I know say I be bad boy, I know say I piss in the bed fourteen times this year, forgive me I drink too much of water every night, I don lied to you reach three million times, forgive me I go reduce the lie to ten for one day. I have not been frying delishus Akara, forgive me I no dey patient to allow it done. I have reduce to forty five position out of sixty wey we dey for class; e be like say Mr. Audu the maths teacher hate me; he say my head too big.
Brother Wale I know say heaven dey, I no say God sef dey; i go dey go church every sunday, I swear!
Brother Wale pls all I want for Christmas is “Timbolo”
God bless you in anticipashun for positive responses.
Your fine Brother, SB.
I posted the letter in his shoe and I left for school that morning.
“Guy if you see my new red Timbolo ehnnnn!” Kpobo said.
“Me my own na Blue!” Kolawole added.
“Me my own don old, my senior brother say him go buy white one for me before Christmas!” Yellow said.
“What of you Yemi?” Kpobo asked.
“My father say him go buy for me next week”
“And what of you SB?” Kpobo asked.
“Me I never know whether my brother go buy for me oh! I will discuss it with him this evening”
“Seyi! Come here!” Brother called from the sitting room that evening.
“I am here sir” I had already rehearsed what all my responses to his questions would be.
This was what I rehearsed and mastered:
Brother Wale: Seyi! Who wrote that letter?
SB: It was me sir! Good afternoon sir!
Brother Wale: And what is good about the afternoon?
SB: Nothing sir.
Brother Wale: Was the letter meant for me?
SB: Yes sir
Brother Wale: And what is Timbolo?
SB: Timbolo is a shoe that my friends are wearing now, I like the shoe.
Brother Wale: I see! So how much is this Timbolo?
SB: 5k, I mean five thousand naira for the fake one, and ten thousand naira for the original one, but I want the fake one.
Brother Wale: Haahahahahahaha! And why do you prefer the fake?
SB: Because I know you cannot afford the original.
Brother Wale: Hahahahahahaha! You are funny! I will buy it for you next week.
That was my imagination of what the conversation would be, but that wasn’t how it was in reality.
“Who wrote that letter?” He asked facing the TV.
“It was me sir!” I answered.
“It is me, not it was me! Correct yourself!”
“It is me!”
“Are you the one that wrote it yourself or someone helped you write it?” I thought he wanted to give me an award for my excellent letter writing skills.
“Helped? Nobody help me oh!”
“Come closer” He smiled, “you can write oh, come and shake me!”
“Brother I told you I can now write letter!” I shook his hand smiling.
“aaaaah! My hand!” I cried.
Brother Wale was mangling my right hand.
“Brother it is paining me!” I cried.
As if that was all, he gave me a sledge hammer knock on my head.
“oooaaah! My head”
As if that was all……………… He farted.
“Brother!” His fart smelled like rotten egg.
Yet he still held my right hand and I felt one finger dislocated.
“Brother my hand have break!” I cried.
“hnnnnn!” His fart smelled “better”; like corpse.
“braaaa!” He farted again, and at that point I think the stench affected my eardrum; I heard echoes.
“kpooopokom!” Another knock on my head cleared my eardrum; I was hearing a loud alarm.
Brother Wale’s judgment was that I learned three news words everyday and that I would tell him the meaning of the words every night before we went to bed.
“So tell me the three words you learned today?”
“Okay! I learned Eloquent!” I told him.
“Good! and what does it mean?” He asked.
“Speaking readily, clearly, and effectively sir!” I said.
“That’s right! The second word?”
“The second word is Fantastic!”
“And what does it mean?” He asked.
“It means extraordinarily good or great; used especially as an intensifier” I had crammed the meaning of these words.
“Thats good! The last word?”
“The last word is C’litoris sir!”
“what? Who told you that word?”
Nobody, I saw it in the dictionary, Brother wait na let me tell you the meaning of the word!” I couldn’t wait.
“oya speak!” I saw the disgust in his face.
“It means a female s€×ual org-n homologous to the p’enis” I said, “And brother lemme make a sentence with it; Aunty Christy have a big c’litoris while Brother Wale have a small p’enis”
Blackout on me that night.
Episode 13
“Brother there is no firewood in the house oh!” I returned from searching for firewood at home.
“so what do we do?”
“I suggest we close for the day!” I wished.
“how can we close when we have all this plenty customers?” Brother Wale said, “can’t you see they are enjoying the music I am playing?”
“m’umu, Your mate dey play better music you dey play Michael Jackson song!” I wondered what Michael Jackson’s songs had to do with Akara.
“yes brother they are enjoying it I can see!” I said, “so what do we do?”
“go to the bush!” He said.
“go to the bush? Who?”
“You of course”
“Me? But it is late na!” I complained.
“you will use torch light, or are you scared?”
“Me? Scared? Why I go fear? I get mind die!” I said that because Tolani Yemi’s younger sister just walked pass.
“Ehheeen! That’s my brother, Okunri meta!” Brother Wale handed over the torchlight to me, “don’t come back unless you are coming back with firewood oh!”
“see your mouth! why you no go by yourself!”
“Yemi come follow me go find firewood for bush na, abeg!” I pleaded.
“Guy I wan go chop!” What a friend.
“No money, no friends!” I encouraged myself with the words of the notorious Big as I walked the meandering part to the bush.
“Bruuuuuu! Broooar! Bruuuuu!” I turned.
“who be that?”
Mehn! The bush was so dark that the torchlight I held was like a mare fire ant.
Legend has it that in the bushes in Anifowoshe lives babies, Bush babies – they are dwarfs with one leg and with gray hair carrying a walking stick.
“mewww!” I heard and the hair in the back of my head stood.
“mewww!”
As I bent down I heard, “mew mew mew mew mew!” I concluded two bush babies were fighting.
“SB if this bush baby meet you here na die you don die oh!”
Rumour had it that Kuti died of two slaps from two bush babies that slapped him after having s€× with him. Little wonder the cliché “I go slap you like Kuti!” reigned in the neighbourhood while Kuti was sick for two weeks and after his death.
“I go like make bush baby f’uck me like Kuti oh! E go make sense” I told Yemi when we heard of Kuti’s death.
“who is there!”
“guy carry one of that firewood and run!” I advised myself.
Soon I heard footsteps towards me.
And like a robot, I grabbed a huge firewood, placed it on my head and like a moving train I ran.
I turned for a while when I was about six metres from the street and saw that about three bush babies ran after me.
If two bush babies could have s€× with Kuti and killed him with two slaps, three would sure kill SB.
I was glad I made it to the street seeing people walked and I was sure the bush babies feared the light. But something was missing, my firewood!
“Don’t come back unless you are coming back with firewood oh!” I remembered Brother Wale’s warning.
“I think say I carry the firewood for my head?” I asked myself.
“okay! I troway am that time so I go fit run fast oh!” I remembered.
“wetin I go do now? I no dey go back to that bush oh! God forbid!”
“Okay! I know wetin I go do!”
I had remembered that by Brother Luku’s fence lied two bunches of firewood, and I reached a conclusion – I was gonna steal.
Forgetting Brother Luku had three dogs, plus him, making it four.