STORY: THE PEPPERED CHICKEN - PART 1.............................(MY CHRONICLES #2)

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_{So, it’s a Friday before I go on a 3-week deserved leave, from work.}

_{I wake up, feeling good. Feeling more refreshed than the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.}

_{There was just something cool about the day.}

_{I never knew there was such a sweet sensation one derives knowing that you are a day’s work away from leave.}

_{I do the usual morning ritual – pray, shower and freshen up. I smell myself, and I smell like a garden – hell yeah!}

_{I head out, and say hi to Jimmy - my car. I get him cranked up and hit the road, heading for work (and yes…..I call my car, JIMMY – I wonder when cars, ships, or boats would get masculine recognition).}

_{I got to work, I worked (sic)…….}

_{I called our intern at the office, Judith, from the reception, about a hundred times to do a hundred little things for me. Eventually she got around paying NEPA abi PHCN their monthly N2000 if-you-don’t-pay-we-will-disconnect-you fee, for me.}

_{Fast forward to 4.30pm and I’m through with my work. My boss is having a meeting upstairs with some management staff. Voices are raised, doors are banged and chairs are scrapped on the floor. I was subtly informed earlier that it is not my business, so I don’t interfere - apparently a management staff was going to get the boot.}

_{Time to head home, I leave the office and head to the car park. I holla at Jimmy, and he responds. I give Jimmy a high-five, for being a good boy, and for not refusing to start, like he did 3 days earlier, after work.}

_{I tap the car stereo, and play the CD inside. “Hustling” by Rick Ross feat Jay-Z and Young Jeezy resonates from my speakers, and I bump and nod to the rhythm, as I hustle my way home.}

_{I get home safe and swiftly, in the face of little or no traffic. On my way, I drove past the barbing saloon on my street, and I reckon I would visit the barber, Emeka, this weekend, for my usual hair-cut.}

_{On getting indoors, I head for my room and change into my favourite pair of jeans and a polo top. Just then, the rain drizzle started. Feeling hungry and seeing how I dislike rain, I get an umbrella. I had to go find food, as I hadn’t prepared anything; in anticipation of my leave and my apparent desire to travel.}

_{I grab my keys, lock-up and head towards my barber, along my street, I stop to say hello and check if he’ll be available this weekend for my hair-cut. See how he ‘yabbed’ me….}

_{“Bros, na you wan bring this rain o! E never even begin fall naim you don carry this big umbrella.”}

_{I’m quite embarrassed, partly because I couldn't fittingly respond to his jibe (i still struggle to speak the rich and endowed Nigerian pidgin language).}

_{And so, I decided to dash home to drop the umbrella. I recalled washing lastnite and spreading some clothes outside on the line, that morning. Peeking at the sky, I decide it isn’t going to rain afterall. I don become weatherforecaster.}

_{I head out.}

_{Where am I headed? Mr Biggs. There’s this Mr Biggs spot very close to my house. The food is terrible, the service is lousy most of the time, except for Stella; she’s an angel (sic). The Mr Biggs' only saving grace is their moin-moin (leaf wrapped moin-moin).}

_{So, I walk into the place, talking with my sister on the phone and a bounce in my step. I approach the counter. The serving girl is rude as usual, but I’m in a swell mood, so I make my order. My regular seat is taken. But no qualms.....feeling like a cool gee, I take another seat.}

_{I settle down with my tray. I scan around. People are busy fiddling with their meals all around me. Two girls sitting three tables away, steal glances my way, but I maintain my triple C swag – Cool, Calm and Collected.}

_{I get to the business of the day - devouring my delicious leaf wrapped moin-moin…..(then it happens).}

_{I’m done with my first wrap of moin-moin and decide that it’s time to fork the peppered chicken I ordered as support.}

_{I don’t know how much oil was used in frying and preparing the chicken. What I know is that oil and pepper mixed together splashed into my left eye…..}

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…............TO BE CONTINUED!

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