DIARY OF AN ADDICT - Episode 28
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Tufiakwa! He claimed to have secured a good place very close to his work
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But that should have been an advantage for me now to invite Anita home with no
one policing her. Yes, but no. I didn’t stay longer there either because I
moved out too. Luckily for me, after my HND, and through some buttons and
favour, I secured a job with MTN Nigeria too at their headquarters in
Falomo-Ikoyi, Victoria Island, Lagos, I worked under a software guru named
Toye, an expatriate from London. Big boy don come abi? Yes. However, before I
moved, Kemi came along; which helped me to quickly forget.
As a smart guy, I had friends across all profession. I had tailor friend in
case I need to sow a cloth; I had mechanic friend in case my generator needs
repair; I had electrician friend for electrical works; I had a painter,
carpenter…and even a driver as friends. Eko oni Baje oooo!
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The best of these friends is my tailor friend named Samson. Well, not because I
sow cloths that much but because he loves what I love: football. To make it
interesting, he is a Gunner to the bone like me (until recently when it seems
Arsene Wenger has lost his midal touch and seems to be interested only in the
books of account instead of formidable performances and trophies. Apologies to
Arsenal Faithfuls. Wenger need to wake up)
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Anytime I feel bored, I go to Samson’s shop to relax. There was never a dull
moment in his shop cos there are various brilliant and astute football experts
and analysts there that you would think Oma Akatugba, Kufre and all other
Godwin Einakhena’s cohorts are but cadets. I enjoyed every moment spent in his
shop
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There used to be a shop beside Samson’s shop, a chemist precisely. I went to
Samson’s shop one afternoon as usual. I hadn’t sat for 10mins when a lady walked
in: short, dark, robust, decent…but a bit local. She requested something from
Samson which he declined. The lady left his shop a little disappointed. From
the way he responded to her, I sensed that maybe my guy had approached her and
she refused. I psyched Samson up just to get information about the lady and
Samson’s rejection of her request
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TO BE CONT
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