Edge Of A knife

Episode 4

D’baba: You are welcome to my Carbal, I won’t beat around the bush, i am going straight to the point, by offering you an invitation to come join our frat, he said bodly, without blinking an eyelid, and i was like this guy get mind oo, see they way he is saying it, as if i don’t have a choice. Hmm do i even have a choice before? I decided to speak up.
Me: Ok sir can i go and think about it? I asked, not sure if i said the right thing, i even stuttered, i don’t know why, but he had this aura around him, that made it seem like what whatever he says was the final.

D’baba: Sure boy but make the right choice, i am only after you because you have a big brain, and your name has been making waves for quite a while now. And I can’t risk losing you to our opponents. He said, and this made me a little relaxed. As much as I hate to admit it, but I must confess his fluency in English language marveled me, it was highly unexpected from a gangster like him, i was expecting full time pidgin just like his counterpart, the Junkie Potoki that brought me here.

Just as I was free to go once again, potoki stopped me halfway.

Potoki: Sorry For the bully out there buddy, he said for the first time in clear English, What?? It’s was foreign! But I wasn’t that surprised, at least he was a student before he became a cultist, so what did I expect, it was even evening self, the guy say na only afternoon em’ nor take dey hear english (Haha).

Me: oh it’s nothing. Can i go now? I asked
Potoki: sure! But a little word of advice, make the right choice josh, or i will haunt you down. He said, and all air of seriousness could be depicted from the way he said it. I only gave a nod for an answer, reality of the trouble I have involved in stared clear at me, why all this God? I asked, why did that lecturer ever made it known that I was a geek, realisation done on me, I started regretting that very day, what will they do to me if decline their offer, potoki had made it known to me that he was going to haunt me down.

My thought was hazy, i kept cursing the lecturer under my breath, without looking, and there it was, an oncoming taxi that ran the axis and lanes within the school environment, for commercial transportation of students, almost knocked me down. But for the timely intervention of the sharp brake of the cab, was my saving grace if not, it would have been a different story entirely the occupants of the vehicle, started raining abusive words on me, with the local pidgin language, words like ‘ode, you nor dey look road, na your papa you go put for trouble this evening, was what I heard, i knew that last sentence was from the driver of the cab, I calmly apologise to them and whisked off.