Trouble

I was not financially buoyant, I'd to lay low.

To avoid unpleasant moment, I do take nap.

One afternoon, with a swollen eyes from excessive sleeping, I woke up and did a thorough search on my trousers pockets.

Bingo, I found some cool cash.

I dashed to the fast-food joint and ordered for my beloved delicacy. 

I stayed neutral to the war between 7-up and Coca-Cola bottling companies, by ordering for two bottles of their products each.

I enjoyed the head of my life.

I bounced to the stall of the woman who called me a broke ass a week before my story changed. I intentionally hit her goods, but before she could talk, I paid for the price of her eggs I broke in double fold.

She glorified the name of god on my behalf. 

Happiness and sadness are mere emotions which do not always want to last, but you consciously decide on what emotion you want to dwell upon.

My story changed...for the better.

I chartered a taxi to convey me to my house, the driver is a Rock music addict.

He played the music which sound as noise so loud, that I'd to ask him to stop and then alight from his car.

I opened the taxi door in annoyance to see my landlord, and two of my girlfriends waiting outside the door of my house.

The landlord handed me an eviction notice for not paying my house rent, my two girls handed me their pregnancy tests confirmation letters. I ran to the trouser which produced the money but I found nothing.

Oh, I'd been dreaming all the while.

I don't like the moment staring at me right now, I'm still broke and cannot sleep again.

Eviction plus pregnancies...I'm in trouble -real big trouble.

© FERT, 2015