Hello my beautiful people!!! I’m not happy with the way our love is going. You guys ought to miss me. You know, send me fan mail and what not. How else can I become a celebrity? Must one spell these things out every time? Ah ah!
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Now to the ! I’m a tailor’s apprentice. That’s my job and I like to believe I’m pretty good at it. After I started in July, my boss said I was going to be formally welcomed to the shop (this was like, two weeks after I started o). I was like, “oo…kay?”, in my most sceptical tone. Boy was I right to be sceptical! This man gave me a list:
2 bottles of schnapps
3 salted native chalk (kaolin)
5 bulbs of alligator pepper
7 kola nuts…
Okay maybe I was actually asked to buy a carton of malt, a packet of biscuits and a bottle of roasted peanuts, but the effect was the same. It had all the markings of “what is it sef?” written all over it!
Oya na! I bought the items in the list. “Oga can we start drinking the malt?” Oga said no, that we had to wait for the others.
Me: hollup! hollup!! All the apprentices are here, so which…
I didn’t finish talking when they started to stroll in.
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Man 1: (yelling) Omo lokoloko!
Man 2: Egbon!!!
Me: oh Lord!
Before long, the shop was filled with Yoruba tailors.
They made me sit in front of the items. I had no idea of what was about to happen. I was just looking at them like, “there’s malt and biscuit. You could just grab your share and get going. Do we really have to do this?”
Then it began. Hope, a fellow apprentice, was asked to say the opening prayer. I kept my calm through it all, telling myself that this must be the Yoruba way.
Then Mr A said, so we have seen the things you brought, now tell us your intentions.
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To be continued…