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My Roommate Used Me For Bead Money / Chapter 4: No More ATM
My Roommate Used Me For Bead Money

My Roommate Used Me For Bead Money

Author: Eddie Perez


Chapter 4: No More ATM

Okechukwu see say I quiet, ask me again, "So, how you see am?"

E dey look my face well, as if e wan use eyes see my soul. This time I no answer sharp sharp. I just dey bone.

I just bone am, "I think say e good. Since you no too get size, at least make your skills dey sharp."

I talk am as e be. This time, I put pepper inside. No more sugar-coat. I wan see how e go react if I no protect am ego.

Okechukwu face change. Before, I dey pity am, I no dey talk this kind thing. But after I don come back to life, to handle this kain betrayer, I gas touch where e go pain am pass.

I fit see say e dey try form strong face, but pride no dey let am show. Bros dey swallow insult.

I add, "I feel say you suppose put at least twenty beads."

The way I take talk am, e go think say na genuine advice. But for my mind, I dey plot how e go learn lesson.

Before Okechukwu fit talk, I hail am: "With your fine face, plus the beads, the woman go just fall for you. If e better for you, no forget your guy o. At least let me chop small mansion life, ride the car wey she buy for you, Bros Okechukwu."

As he hear that one, Okechukwu eye shine. He snort, "We go see. You dey feel say na only you go get Benz? I go buy Lambo, shame you join. I go pass you."

You know as Naija boys dey do—na bragging go finish us. E dey dance with e own ambition, like person wey just see first alert.

I look Okechukwu, see as him dey dream like millionaire, I just dey follow am play: "I dey wait make e happen o."

For my mind, I dey calculate – if this guy fit dey stubborn reach like this, make e chop e own cross. Na everyman for himself.

Okechukwu no know say for the last life, that internet celeb suffer for that woman hand. All those mansion na just deposit; e still dey owe nearly ten million naira. The car self na loan. The woman promise to clear him debt, but na set-up. Last last, the celeb, no fit carry the wahala, go jump die.

Wetin people no dey talk for social media – na only the sweet side. The suffering, na only those wey dey close sabi. Omo, story dey deep.

I wan see how Okechukwu own go be this time.

I cross my leg, dey observe.

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