FATHER: My daughter, it has been four months now that I have been lying ill on this hospital bed with no improvement on my health. My mind is telling me that I am not going to survive. Now, listen to me with an undivided attention. If I eventually die, l don't want to see this your hungry looking boyfriend with his antelope like legs at my burial ceremony. If l should see that thing with giraffe like neck and dreadlocks which look like a porcupine spines at my burial ceremony, then you will agree with me that the dead are more powerful than the living.
DAUGHTER: Dad, don't worry, he is a YAHOO BOY.
FATHER: My daughter, look here and let me tell you. YAHOO has grade. Is he that type of hungry looking Yahoo boys who hold phone from morning till night, pressing, talking and walking around every compound looking for people's fowls to steal or that poverty stricken type who hold phones to buy garri and groundnuts to soak or that type who go to stand on ATM queue in the banks to spy at people's ATM cards pin code to scam them or those who go about in tinted glasses SUVS? or those young boys of twenty years of age who chat with white ladies who are old enough to be their ancestors. Twenty years ratio one hundred and fifty years?
DAUGHTER: Dad, don't worry about that. Just die now and you will see miracle on your burial day.
FATHER: My mind is telling me that two persons are going to be buried alongside my corpse on that day.
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