Episode 1

I will never forget how I met the person I thought was terrible and saucy the first day we met inside a bus from Ojota to Yaba. As soon as the bus arrived, we all rushed and struggled to get a seat. I was among the lucky ones that eventually entered the bus. I was new in Lagos and just got transferred to Lagos.

As I entered, out of curiosity, I stepped on someone's toes, but I could say a word the person angrily said; "Are you mad? Are you crazy? Are you blind? See as e be sef, rubbish." I turned back and responded politely; I said I'm sorry, dear, and that settles that. It was I noticed that it was a damsel. I stepped on her toes. I later settled down on a seat beside her. As the bus moved, I looked at her and apologized to her again and said I am sorry, and she acknowledged it. Before I knew it, we started talking to each other. You know we men now…hahaha….I just calculated one plus one together to make it two, so life must continue.

Before she knew it, I asked for her name, and she gladly told me. Her name is Bimbo. She is a Yoruba girl. Her age should be around her mid-twenties. I later requested her number, and she gave it to me freely. I had a personal conviction within me that this fish I don cash. I put away the problem wey I carried for head before seeing a beautiful and irresistible lady. I saw a friend who wanted to take me to an estate agent to get accommodation.

Let me quickly introduce myself…I am Jerry Adams. I am from Benin, Edo state. I began to develop an interest in Bimbo not for anything but because of her beauty and shoot-out boobs. I can see the boobs pointing towards me as if I should press it gently. My oblongata began to secrete more fluid, but I was able to call myself to order and control myself so it won’t be another headline in tomorrow’s news. She's eloquent, beautiful, attractive, and confident, with average stature. I am taller than her, and I am handsome too.

She told me she would visit her friend's Uncle for a job, and I told him I wanted to see a friend at Yaba. We both parted when we got to the last Bus-stop at Yaba.

As soon as I got to my friend's office, I told him about Bimbo before heading to the Estate Agent's office. The estate agent's office is not too far from my friend's office. My friend's name is Kingsley Chucks. We both finished at the University of Benin, Benin City. When I got to Kingsley's office, he put a call through to the house agent, who said he went out and won't be back till 5:00 pm. I had to wait till he comes back. He called Kingsley at about 5:15 pm, and we both trekked to his office. The agent man should be in his early fifties. His name is Ahmed Ishola, but he's fondly called "Baba Ramo" which means Ramota. He was an illiterate but worked with a sound estate firm before leaving the place. He was good looking, cheerful, and friendly. He brought a long list of available accommodation for us to see to make a choice from the list and pick the one within my range of prices and affordability. Oga na you need a house, check this list, as he gave me the list, I said okay sir, I smiled.

Having glanced through the list before me, I saw one that seems good for my budget. It was a room and parlour self-contain apartment. My friend Kingsley suggested we go for inspection, and we moved. The house was located on the second street away from the agent's office. When we got there, it was around 5:45 pm.

The house was fenced with a gate. That was the first thing that attracted me about the house. The rent is also affordable. The compound looked neat, clean, and tidy. As he opened the pedestrian gate, I noticed he was moving gently, and suddenly I heard a bang from one of the apartment – Gboooa…. I became afraid. I heard a shout from inside a flat. I heard a scream from inside a flat there; I was curious to know what was happening inside. I managed to the agent, Baba Ramo; what was that? He responded with a smile it was a man that occupied one of the flats in the front house of the compound.

The compound comprises 2 units of 3-bedroom apartment in the front and 3 units of a room self-contain apartment at the back. Suddenly, a man opened the door and saw a hefty man looking at us angrily. He said Baba Ramo, what happened? He further said hello, guys. Little did we know that the man was a stammering person. My friend and I replied to him and said we…we...we...we are fine sir…To be Continued…

I'm outta here. ain't about to read no made up epistle.

If you've ever entered a Lagos danfo you'll know that;

1. You cant step on the toes of some seating behind you
2. It's pretty stressful & difficult to change seats once you are seated.

Episode 2

Our response got him angry the more and he thought we were making jest of him. He was furious like a snake cobra, ready to spit and attack its prey. Baba Ramo explained that we were only afraid and that we are gentle and calm person. I nearly gave up that I wasn't interested in the apartment again. I only summon the courage to continue. He later pardoned us and smiled at us, and then shut his door.

Baba Ramo told us the man was a sergeant officer in the army before he was retired. He also rented a flat there. His name is Sergeant Kush. He had been in the house for about 10 years. He is the chief tenant in the compound. Baba Ramo said he shouted like that most times when he finished smoking his weeds. We then went straight to the back where the room and parlour apartment I had an interest in was.

Baba Ramo opened the door to the vacant apartment, and we entered the place. The room looks neat, clean, and water was running on the taps. The room was fantastic, and the small kitchen was tidy. As we stepped out of the room and I saw an older adult coming towards us. She greeted us, and we replied, good evening, madam. Baba Ramo introduced her to us as Mama Nkechi, and he told her we came inspecting the vacant apartment and might be her next neighbour soon.

The woman came with a young lady, fair in complexion with average height. She greeted us, and I smiled at her. Her mother leads, and she followed her gently. I pulled her back to get her name. Her name is Nkechi; she is good looking, admiring, charming, and beautiful Igbo girl. We both exchange numbers before we left. With Nkechi residing in that compound, I am sure I will endure anything and ensure I avoid anything that could be obstacles to me in the house, including the chief tenant - Sergeant.

As we left the compound, we saw Sergeant, but he received telephone calls, so he didn't have our time again before we left.

When we left the compound, a thought came to my mind. I had heard stories of Yaba before but had never lived or visited the area except for that day. I heard there is Yaba left and Yaba right. I learned that the people living in the Yaba Right area consist of people with sound-mindedness, while the Yaba Left area is not mentally sound. I thanked God for the apartment we went to inspect it at the Yaba Right…..I belong to the group of sound mind people ooo… To be continued….

Op... this is hilarious. I am waiting for the next episode ooo