We have been milked to the last by our own people.
Just take a look around you and what do you see?
Poverty.
It's written all over the place.
You can literally see poverty everywhere.
You can see it in the eyes of the people.
You can feel it in the air and you can smell it around you.
An average Nigerian can hardly afford three square meals each day and in cases where he/she can, which is very rare. The meals are of low quality, low calorie, cheap, unbalanced and junk in nature.
I laid on my small sized bed as i was rationalizing of the inflation rate of the cost of foodstuffs in Nigeria and the economic breakdown.
I just couldn't figure out, why Nigeria is poverty-stricken in nature.
I'm a victim of poverty.
Besides, i'm hungry and i'm starving.
I'm all rumbly in my tumbly.
The emptiness in my stomache much like the feeling of missing a loved one as in your hrt. The worms didn't help matters either as they grumbled in my tummy and i felt sharp pains in my stomach.
I stood up from the bed and walked to the old rickety kitchen. Hobbling, unsteadily like an old man who was about to fall, and could easily be blown off by the breeze.
I opened the old rusted door and it gave a creaking sound.
The rats scampered away as they saw their hungry master.
I already knew nothing could be in the kitchen, i still had to check if possibly, i could find something edible.
I searched all the nook and cranny of the kitchen only to find a small quantity of garri.
I smiled but my smile didn't last long as my tummy grumbled once again, giving me a stern warning.
I quickly took the garri, poured into a cup and filled it with water soaking it.
I groaned with an angry look as i watched the garri slowed in welling up or it rather decrease in quantity.
Even if i had all the patience in the world, i wouldn't be able to wait for the garri to well up as i felt pains of different stings of worms in my stomach
i hurriedly scooped the garri in my mouth.
I heaved a sigh of relief as i'd at least filled my stomach with something.
I knew it wouldn't be long before those angry worms would be at it again.
I went back to my room and i heard the ringing of my phone.
I checked the caller, it was Tunde.
A good friend of mine we were both in the hunger crew which i termed as 'ÀTÉNÙ' (Longer-throat)
you could imagine, we having an association.
THE ATENU SOCIAL ELITES OF FOOD ORGANIZATION.
Huh?
Funny right?
But it's aiint a joke.
I quickly picked the call before it ended, coz i ghat no airtime to call back.
"bobo howfar?"
i heard his cheerful voice say at the other end of the call.
"the place too far bobo"
i replied sacarstically while he laughed.
"Jude! E don dey happen o"
he said emphasizing each word. While i anticipated on what he meant.
"you no mean am o"
i said rather than ask.
"you don ever hear say, i dey joke ontop dis kain matter ni?"
he said already fuming with rage as i could decipher it in his voice.
"guy, abeg no vex, abeg tell me where e dey hapun naw"
i asked with a pleading voice while he chuckled over the phone.
Thats the power of hunger
"come meet us for funpark, iya sekina dey do Naming for there"
he said while I jumped up in joy. Finally, i go chop better food today.
"i go kum meet una within seconds now"
i said exaggerating.
"you be flash shey?"
"you no knw before ni?"
i asked trying to prolong the conversation.
"abeg guy, e don do. We go talk if you don kum, no waste my credit coz i still wan use am call my fish dem, abi na your papa buy credit for me?"
i was extremely vexed at the mention of my father.
"you don Nono. Werey. Your father!"
i rained insults on him while he hung up immediately.
Your mama asshole.
I took my towel and ran to the bathroom.
In no minutes, i was done bathing.
I opened my wardrobe and selected a black pencil jean and a black t-shirt.
I ran out of the house and went to the direction he gave me.
Minutes later i found myself there.
But was surprised coz i met not a single soul.
I surveyed the area to be sure of where i am.
Yes, i'm right there.
Wetin kon dey hapun like this?
My phone rang out, it was that same modafucker that called minutes ago.
"nova cry bobo. Just walk out of that street, enter next street wch is okobo, you go hear gbedu wey dey burst brain. Na there e dey hapun"
he said and hung up immediately.
Dis guy don jonz o
e wan dey whyne me like steering sha
make i reach there, make i kon see say na lie, walahi i go roast am alive ni.
No be im fault na.
Na condition make crayfish bend. If no be atenu wey me self wan go do.
I walked there as i couldn't run anymore.
Na hunger hook me o.
I reached the exact street he told me and
behold!
I dey hear gbedu wey wan burst my brain.
My heart jumped up for joy.
They've started sharing food.
I saw my guyz heaped up in a corner already devouring food.
I must not dull myself.
I ran there and took my turn.
I rushed the food.
The worms welcomed the food in sheer joy.
I eat and eat till i couldn't eat anymore.
Hunger na bad disease o
i hail thee
THE END
