HUSBAND: Mama Paul. Throughout the night, l heard your son doing something like a rehearsal. He has been on a practice, of kunful, chanting of incarnations and punching the walls. As his parents, lets call him and find out what he is up to. They then called him.
SON: Daddy and mum, you people called me. Here, l am.
FATHER: My son, l have been hearing you shouting and chanting incarnations and jumping up and down ditching out blows and karate coupled with punches. Are you preparing for a war?
SON: It is even more than a war because it is death.
Dad and mum, l am one of the political thugs of the GGK party. Tomorrow is our rally day and party BKG which is our major rival is also having their rally tomorrow too. Our boss, the gubernatorial candidate of the GGK party has given us the order with battle axes, cutlasses, hard drugs and charms to deal ruthlessly with his opponents.
And we are battled ready for that by fire by thunder.
I have not killed once, but tomorrow will be my first day to kill. By the time, we take CODINE, TRAMADOL, INDIA HEMP and OGOGORO ( alcohol ) body will cool our opponents. Man dies but once.
FATHER: Does your boss has children?
PAUL: Yes, Daddy. Four children and they are all doing their PhD in America.Infact, they are all schooling abroad.
FATHER: What is your qualification in education?
PAUL: I dropped out in primary three.
FATHER: You dropped out in primary three as a stark illiterate and you this fool of no size is now fighting for him. Infact, if your stupidity is to be weighed on a scale, it will reads, "TO BE CONTINUED"
The beauty of what you are doing now, is that you are still a young man of twenty two years old without children and wife. And in our tradition, if you die now, l will only need to buy a mat or big carton as your coffin. Before l will spend about five hundred naira for mat and cabin biscuits for those who will dig your grave, your burial ceremony is over.
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