Diary Of A Broke Playboy 1

Yesterday's morning was one of those mornings when you wake up and you don't even know what you want to do with your life. Those mornings you would come up from your bed, pick up a kitchen stool, sit in the veranda and wonder if you had any dreams last night, if it was Chinwe that was romancing you in your dream or Ifunanya that bought you a wrist watch.

I merely brushed my teeth and strolled out to a popular spot where the guys in my hood normally met to sample passing girls, discuss the games they were going to stake on or talk about how posh their wedding in Dubai will be when they can't even afford a plate of rice for their girlfriends.

I sat in the company of some guys who like me had nothing to do that morning. They were talking about how Manchester United destroyed their various betting tickets. I was just there listening and hissing.

Like 5 minutes after I got there. Across the road from where we sat, a fight was about to break out between two teenage girls, one was light skinned and the other was Chocolate. We paid little attention to them. Everybody had his own problem. I Managed to grab some words from their vulgar exchange. They were fighting over some guy.

Before long, they were both pulling at each other. They had no hair on their head so they resorted to pulling on their clothes. I was expecting the guys with me to go and do something, instead they sat and just stared at them while they continued calling on their village deities on Manchester United's head. Me too, i stared on like i was live on MONDAY NIGHT RAW.

"I swear that girls breast has stretch marks" one of the guys with me shouted.
As if on cue, the chocolate girl tore at the light skinned girls top and a part of her breast showed. There were clear marks on it.
The guys shouted Heeeeey.

I looked at the guy and asked him how he knew about the stretch mark.

"Guy you be learner o, So you no know say na because of me them dy fight" the guy told me with a thick mark of indifference on his face. I looked at him with utter disbelief, got up, wiped the dust from my trouser and left them. I looked once more at the girls, they were already as dirty as they can be and were pinning each other on the electric pole. I could hear the guys change their topic. They were talking about stealing the wire on the pole since NEPA hardly brought light.

I hissed and continued on my way to Ifunanya's house. My dreams usually come true and i needed that watch.