Martin Beck Nworah Tuesday, August 07, 2018 1
When we got to the beach that Saturday afternoon, we just wanted to have fun, turn off wine and our worries. No women, so we welcomed our glass of water.
We quickly got into our white coven ID and reached out for blessings from the sea.
A young man tapped me from behind and asked; "Baba how far? Codeine dey, tramadol dey. Anything to make you feel alright."
My friend said no too. "But Beck, you would've taken one."
"Do I need those things to get high? I am naturally high on a daily. You know."
The guy wasn't giving up.
"Baba, na Elegushi you dey. You never hear about Elegushi spender? Baba take something and feel alright. Babes go come around."
I looked at him again and with a wave of hand, I made it clear I wasn't in for the highness.
By now, my friend had moved away.
So I decided to play a little game with the young man.
"What's your name?"
I told him to take the tramadol and wash it down with the cough syrup containing codeine. If he completes the task and remains around the beach till evening when we would be leaving, I will give him 5k.
To show I was serious, I gave him my number and #500 as part commitment.
"Haaa, baba, na small thing na. Boys dey high pass this one. I go make am double sef. Make the money sef double."
I couldn't resist the urge to speak pidgin this time.
"You na man. I go double the money. Nothing, na we get this Island. Iyalaya any casted man at sight."
"You na legit man. Chop knuckle baba."
He took the doses.
By the time we were set to leave the beach, he was dozing off under one of the shades.
And I was trained not to disturb people when they are having a good rest.
Sadly, I noticed I gave him a wrong number only after we left the beach.
I hope he is fine.
I would've told you to say no to drugs, but then, you need to be played before you realize the harm.
Till we get to the Promised Land, I shall be waiting for when you will pass me a glass of water and thank God for the gift of grace for the race.
Martin Beck Nworah