THE FOURTH WALL

EVERY TUESDAY 7PM

      MR. DO GOOD

AKETE yawns, stretches and kneels to prayin the morning…
AKETE
Baba God na only you sabi wetin you dey help us do as we dey sleep o. and we no dey pay shi-shi. [snaps finger] me sef, I wan CHANGE now. My name don become Mr. do good because everybody wey I meet today I go help them.

AN HOUR LATER:
He sees a young boy and a woman quarrelling.

AKETE
Wetin dey happen here?
BOY
Oga, I be wee barrow pusher…
WOMAN
This yeye boy go trowey my tomatoes for road. Inside this era of four equals to 500.
AKETE
I understand your pain madam. But all the money this boy fit make today go fit be that 500. So make I just help am.

He gives her a 500 naira bill. She collects it before adding
WOMAN
Na one basket him trowey for mayroad as him wan cross o. as we still dey gather am, naim one motor just run ontop.
AKETE
Haaaaa… gbese rekpete.

THE END


SANDRA T. ADEYEYE: Author of Woman and Founder NiWco_street.

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8 comments:

  1. Hahaha....mr do good, you cought right there.great creativing suspense blend with humour loving this.

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    1. Thank you Bakary S. Sonko #eruditesquad

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  2. That's more trouble for the boy. His saviour saved only #500 of his entire problem. How will he repay the remaining cost of the basket of tomatoes? Na him sabi. Lol. Nice one!

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    1. Hahahhahahaha. . Uncle mathematician. Let us keep hoping a bigger saviour comes along. #eruditesquad

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  3. Let's get on with this
    Tuesdays tablet identified!!!

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    1. It's another Tuesday again. .. Check it out! #eruditesquad

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