STORY : MY THUG LIFE (PART II) - @Iambenavat

I grew up knowing my father as a man who
hardly stays at home, he only comes back in the
night and the next thing is to start arguing with
my mother.
"Mama Attai, see as your pikin just piss full here.
Hunnn" My father retorted one evening.
"Na from you him inherit am na, abi your mother
no tell you say you sabi piss for bed before?"
I giggled at that reply, I was only 9 months old
and had begun standing when this conversation
was taking place. I looked at the face of my father, his eyes appeared to have slide into his skull and looked redish in colour.
He was dark and thing, swerving from one side to the other like the
air coming in through the window of our one
room house was moving him.
"Na so you dey carry defend this boy, see as im eye just dey look like thief this evening. Come,
you sure say na me get this pikin?"
My father asked again.
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This shocked me… Was
this not the same man that use to knock me on
the head all the time when I was inside my
mother? This same man that drenches me with ice cream (i enjoyed it sha) when ever he was leaving.
I had intentionally grabbed his tool one
evening as he repeatedly knocked me on the
head with his member being harder than I know
it. He had screamed and pulled out immediately,
this man that wanted to kill me with knocks after taking "maganin buran tashi".
"When you dey do am you no know abi?" I replied in my mind…
"Abi ooo"
My father looked at her closely shaking his head.
"Ehm, talking about that thing, e don dey hungry
me" Jesus!!!
This man doesn't grow tired o, if not in
the morning when I am enjoying fresh milk, it is
in the night when I am getting ready to sleep.
The painful thing is I am always dropped on the
ground. I just shook my big head which had bent
to one side due to its weight on my neck and: "Puhhhhh… Putututututu"
I dropped a mountain load of sh-it on the ground,
the stench making me to quickly stagger away
from there. Kai, even me felt the acidity of my sh-
it.
"Chie… If I say this pikin no be my own you go say na lie. See as him just dey poo anyhow for
room. Him no even get manner"
Manner again to shyt? I asked no one in
particular. I watched as mother stood up from the
bed she had been sitting down doing nothing.
She brought a dirty napkin and proceeded to clean my soiled anus.
Sweet mother!!! I whistled as I crossed Hotoro bypass, it was a
sunny morning as usual and I was really feeling
the effect of the sun on my "afro".
Now imagine a
guy with 3 times the head of a normal human
being, I looked really scary that I don't even look
at the mirror. All my life I had never heard someone use the term "fineboy" on me. Even as a
lad growing up. It was always…
"Mama Attai, na that your pikin be this?"
"Mama Attai, who get this thing?"
"Madam, please your monkey is blocking my
view, I can't see the mirror" (that day my mum had sat on the front seat of a car)
"Mama Attai, that pikin outside don steal again"
"Madam, we will be locking your son up, he is a
disturbance to the society"
All this phrases I was already used to so I don't
even bother myself. I can cause hold up with my head, all I needed do was enter into the road and
the oncoming vehicle will slow down until I was
out of view.
"Naibawa, Ugwa-uku"
Those names up there are not the names of some
local palmwine tappers in Igbo land, they are actually the names of places in Kano.
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I moved to
join the rushing crown that wanted to enter into
the bus that just parked by the road. The rush
was mad but I was not relenting, I needed to get
to Ugwa-uku on time.
Well, in the process of
rushing, my hand had falling into a man's back pocket and had quickly gone back into my
pocket.
I strained, pushed and even elbowed people, this
I did halfheartedly since I had succeeded in
getting money for my breakfast.
I started cussing
those who had entered into the bus. "Wawaye kawai… Baku san wai inna da inda za ni
ba?"
Translated — Foolish people, don't you know I
have somewhere to go to?
What followed was ballistic missiles of insults….
"Mumuna, biri, monkey, uglly pikin, beast"
Every derogatory word was used on me but I
cared not, I only waved as the car made its way
out of the park.
I turned round and went to
where early morning "Koko da kosai" was being
sold. I opened the wallet and what met my eyes
made me scream…. "Waiyooooo….. See moneyyyyyy!!!!!"
Everybody turned to look at me only one busy-
body replied my shout.
"You be mumu as you ugly join, money for your
own wallet dey make you shout"
I looked at him, turned back and ordered for my breakfast. I never knew what I had screamed as
moneeyyyy was going to turn sorrow soon.

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