CAMARADERIE TROUBLES

bimbo left his brother’s house a little more

lightened than he initially was. He dug his

hand into his pocket, feeling the Naira notes

brushing against the back of his hand. He

pushed away the fact that his brother could

do more than this. Surely thirty thousand

Naira was nothing where his brother was,

but he refused to think about that. He was

grateful for the money he was given and

knew that the God that brought this would

bring the remaining. There was that

nagging thought though. This was just

thirty thousand Naira, where was he going

to get the remaining two hundred and

seventy thousand Naira?

bimbo’s tired legs moved methodically by

the side of the road, he barely felt them

beneath him. His feet were sore and achy,

emitting enough heat to roast a chicken.

The sole of his shoe announced the level of

his tracking louder than words but bimbo

couldn’t care less.

A bitter taste eroded his mouth as he

Jamal. bimbo had

more times than

but this? No! bimbo didn’t think

for

for adding to his

couldn’t

cause of

That was

to being a pastor. How

to be contradicting what

preached about?

thought aside

another

to

aside his pride

could he go

ask money

days

left, three days to give

his money back. Yet,

hospital. He needed money.

now that they

him to a

was needed now more

asked them not

anything but bimbo couldn’t

while someone else took

his responsibility.

more

help those he love.

horn blared and bimbo jerked

reverie, letting out a loud yelp as

the deep

him to

towards the gutter.

hand almost instantly,

the gutter before he

into it.

Sir?”

at bimbo