CHAPTER ONE

"Joba hurry up! ,we're starting anytime soon. Benjamin shouted from the other side of the door.

  "Guy I dey come. I go soon finish. [ Guy I'm coming, I will soon finish]" I shouted back

"Just be quick" he says. I had a feeling that he knew I was just waking up

  I got up from my bed lazily, sat at the edge, thinking about how bumpy the previous year had been. Soft hands slid down my chest bringing me back to reality, she kept rubbing my chest for a minute or two while I prayed. She leaned in closer to my ear asking for another round.

  "Didn't you hear what I was just told?" I asked her, disgust fully evident in my voice.

"I did, but one more round won't hurt anyone. It will be real quick". She begged still rubbing my chest. Disgusting human being. 'Why am I still sitting sef?'. I questioned myself.

I tried releasing myself from her grip, without much force, then she pulled me back with her hands.

  She increased the pace in which she rubbed my chest as she pressed her bare breast on my back. This girl is trying to turn me on. Ode.

"Guy, take your hands off me abeg [please]" she still didn't move, instead she started biting my ear. She couldn't even seduce to save her own life. Mbeke [fool]. Hehe.

   Tired of all this, I flung  her hands off me. The force used was more than I expected, she was really disgusting me. With that I got up heading towards the bathroom.

"Baby, please just once, I'm feeling very horny" she said again. I was already getting pissed off by this girl.

"O dapi empe eleyi ti ya werey. [it's like this one has ran mad]" I said, turning to face her properly." Who are you calling baby?" I said, now facing her "ahbi [or] you woke up drunk?" I asked her.

"See, what is that your name again sef?" I gave her no chance to speak as I continued "maria ahbi [or] mary, I don't want to come out of this bathroom and still meet you here, trust me you would wish you never met me" with that I entered the bathroom, before I remembered something.

   I turned again, sighting her naked self still on my bed "check the lower drawer of the bed cabinet by your left, your money is there in a brown envelope and it's complete. Don't touch anything else, if you do I'll know. Don't try me" I explained to her.

" You're just so mean" she spat at me.

" Just get the fuck out of my room"

" Are you sure it's complete" she said, just trying to waste my time, which she had done successfully.

"I just told you that" I hissed " you can suite yourself and count it, but not in my room" without saying anymore word I strolled back to the bathroom.

"Whatever!!!" She screamed.  

Mumu child [foolish child]. Hehe "werey[mad girl] say na one more round, no go meet your papa [better go and meet your father] " I said to myself in the bathroom as I turned on the shower.

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    I hurried down the stairs as fast as I could to catch up with Peter's memorial. That stupid girl wasted my time. Shey na me fuck up, I would have just left her there. Werey. [mad person].

   I sat on the closest couch  to the stairs , in order not to cause any distraction. The guys didn't even mind me, it  

Was a normal thing for Joba to be late for every occasion. I fixed my gaze at the tv, different videos and pictures of peter played .

    Today made it a year peter passed on, he was a good guy. That guy would put himself in a very tight spot to make the people around him happy, I didn't see him as a friend or a gee or even a homie, peter was blood. I took him as a brother. Thinking about him alone made me smile, a painful and happy smile at least he is happy were he is. 

   Peter was just 2 years older than I was, he was there every step of the way, when I was sad, scared, depressed. There was this time I attempted suicide, he found out and slapped the shit out of me. Why did he have to leave so early?. Why?.

But who am I to question God.

   Peter's death affected me bad, so bad. I was unable to get myself for months. Cancer. cancer is a bitch, a fucked up one at that, like we spent every dime to make sure he got better, even if he wasn't able to get better for good, at least he would still be around for a couple of years. Atleast. But it took us unaware, it was too late. I guessed it was just his time.

   I heard my voice from the tv, which brought me back to the sitting room. I immediately remembered the video,that day we just ended a mission. We usually worked together during the attacks and all. In the video I was correcting him on how to pronounce my name, he always called it "Jubah" instead of "Joba". At a point I thought he was just doing it to provoke me, but he really couldn't pronounce it. He blamed it on his accent, he had this strong english accent. Peter was mixed race,he lived in England when he was till very young. I wonder what happened to him that made him join the boys. Everyone had their story.

  He always had questions to ask. Everytime. I mean the first time we met he asked too much questions for a stranger. Another video came up, in this one Ayo was chasing and cussing at us. Peter and I, we were running away with his coke. The video faded and a picture of Peter smiling like nothing else mattered came up, his year of birth and death came beneath. The sight of it alone hurt. The video ended.

  We gave a minute of silence in respect to him. Omale got up and moved towards the center table "Now we'll be giving our speech. Make it short please. I'll start." He announced with so much grief, he cleared his throat and began."Peter okechukwu Johnson, it's been a year, a rough one at that. A year without you was very hurtful. Very. You always knew how to light a dark room. You were strong, very strong You fought peter, you fought for a long time but God needed you home, he needed your light. You needed to rest. Rest in peace peter." He concludes. Dubem followed after,then Nana, then Ayo, then Benji, the rest followed after, musa was the last that spoke. Everyone waited for me to stand and speak, but I quietly got on my feet an walked out, entered my room and locked it. I wasn't ready emotionally, I just had to avoid crying in front of the gang, Peter was the only one that had seen me cry. "Rest on Peter".

   In the evening of that day we went to visit his grave with different wraths.