So this morning(jide my roommate) woke me up in our one room apartment which I share with 6 other people in the ghetto. The single window is always closed because of the, stench that ooze out of the gutter that passes directly behind the room coupled with the toilet that is directly beside the room which 40 other tenants also make use of. Jide my roomie whom woke me up keep begging me to lend him the cloth I wore the previous day (I knew he is upto something because he has enough clothes). I reluctantly gave him and went to join the queue for bathroom.
So after bathing, I put on my starched cloth, went to iya basira canteen to get food. Upon entering there the shout of GHETTO BOY rented the air such that even the big boys in the canteen were intimidated.as iya basira first served me my rice with 3 kpomo's, four round about and 2 liver’s. After I finished eating, I checked my pocket only to discover I left the money in the trouser jide took. (So jide has been searching my clothes since he has been broke) I began sweating profusely as everybody in the canteen started laughing at me, I got up quietly went and explained to iya basira who is busy cursing me loudly. She quietly lead me to the backyard where we agreed that I will wash her plates for 4/days so as to cover the money. Please if you know jide ask him not to come home because we will kill ourselves today.
• #thatghettoboy.

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