Thread by @MBlacktrib3

THE BLOW

Ade is everybody's editor; his own kind of freelance writer is free. Ade has been writing for years now, hoping that one day he'll blow but what keeps blowing are his phones and laptop chargers.

Not entirely fiction.

A THREAD

Ade was home alone one evening so he decided to follow his friend to church. When he got there, everyone was speaking in tongues and Ade was confused. He tapped his friend and asked "Wale, what's going on here"?

Wale.

Wait fess oh, your mama no carry you go church when you small ahbi Bible no dai una house at all? They are clearly speaking in tongues! Do you even know how to pray at all?

Ade.

Guy calm down na, I only asked a simple question and you're already asking if I know how to pray. Is it not to shout Amen after in Jesus name? Abeggi

Wale

You really Jesus in your life.

Ade.

I have Jesus oh, na you need am pass if not you won't be judging me like this.

Before Ade completed his statement, Wale's language had changed. His voice was really loud and was uttering words that Ade could not understand.

Ade (Thoughts)

This one that there is no prayer point, what will I now do. Best is to just be saying Amen to whatever this boy (Wale) is saying.

Wale's eyes were wide open as he started Shouting amen. At a point he wanted to stop as he didn't understand what he was doing but because he didn't want to feel odd and left out, he just kept Shouting amen.

The pastor noticed him and went towards him. Ade was still intensely busy with "Amen shouting" but his eyes wide open were starting at the pastor who already was before him.

Both were looking at each other and Ade looked back just to be sure he wasn't in the way of anything. The pastor approached him, prayed with him and asked him one question.

"you like writing?

Ade answered yes with so much enthusiasm and the pastor prophesied that he'd become a great writer and write to nations.

Immediately Ade got home, he went to purchase a 60 leaves notebook and started writing a book.

Wale

Why are you this serious? Has anyone asked you to write another love letter?

Ade

Laughs* I'm writing my first book, it's going to be titled prophecy.

Wale

Ehn ehn.
Alright then.

After writing a few pages, Ade closed the book and left it for so many days. When he remembered the book, he quickly picked it up to continue but after writing a few lines for a couple of days, the unpainted walls would steal away his attention.

Years passed by and Ade finally graduated from the University. He focused on writing poetry and a few prose with the hope that he'll start making money.

The first job he got was from a fan who begged him and because it was her birthday, he didn't want to look greedy so he did it for free and like that, people only saw the free in the freelance on his bio.

The prophecy was already coming true, at least he thought to himself after some Indians started engaging his poems online.

"I'm already writing to nations! He told himself. After a couple of months with just writing and no income, he thought of trying out other ventures. He started a dry cleaning business and the only regular customer he had was his sister.

Ade didn't like ironing but for money..

.. he started loving it.

Ade's Mum

Ade, you want to be ironing clothes for people when you haven't even pressed yours? Ahbi is it not that fold your shirt and put under your pillow even when there's light!?

Ade

I wasn't going to pay myself.

Ade kept doing the dry cleaning business, using his profit to finance his writing dreams until he eventually ran out of customers and discontinued dry cleaning

He continued writing, trying to create movie scripts and a book until his laptop went off and never came back on.

"which kind wahala be this na, shey na my papa or mama village people I offend, make I go apologize"

Ade switched fully into making use of his phone to write but the phone was a master of itself. In the middle of usage, the phone just goes off and waits for another 15 minutes to come back on. Ade was frustrated beyond limits and at times, he contemplated suicide.

He saved up money and got some from his sister and finally changed his phone to Huawei Y7 prime 2019 after watching one sweet review online. The phone changed his life and Ade started writing good poems and amazing stories again

After sending Job applications and proposals on a saturday night, Ade picked up the TV remote to watch #BBNajia2019 but fell asleep almost immediately.

The next day, he received a call from an unknown number. He reluctantly answered the phone.

Caller: Am I speaking with Ade? The writer.

Immediately Ade heard those words, he jumped out of his bed and answered with much enthusiasm.

Ade

I'm Ade, Ade is me. Sorry, my name is Ade and I'm a writer.

Caller

Good. I am is director Kunle
I'll need your service ; I want a movie script by the end of this month.

Immediately Ade heard his name, he ran straight into the sitting room and climbed the cushion.

(Thoughts) "Director Kunle is calling me.. Mehn I don blow!!

Both finalized and Ade started going to the cyber Cafe every day to write with an available laptop there. He had a friend in the Cafe so he was granted access but whenever the shop owner was around, Ade immediately shuts down the laptop.

This continued for about two weeks until Ade finally finished the script. He was on his way to the Cafe to compile everything and send when the director called him again.

Ade was very excited and answered the call.

"The scripted would be needed in the next minutes!!

Ade ran to the Cafe cause compilation was going to take him hours. He had written some of the scenes on his notebook so he needed to type them out but what he met at the Cafe almost drove him mad.

The owner of the Cafe had resumed earlier than Ade's friend and wanted to use that particular laptop but it was malfunctioning, so he did a quick format, wiping away everything that was on the laptop, including over 60 thousand words Ade already wrote.

When Ade realized what had happened, he tried fainting but nothing happened. Tears immediately rolled out of his eyes uncontrollable and only his friend understood what was going on. Ade sat on the ground weeping like a baby until his phone rang again.

He managed to answer the call and explained everything that had happened to the director still crying, the director quickly asked him to narrate the storyline to him and after an hour on the phone, he was invited to his place.

The director gave him a laptop to work with and since time wasn't on the director's side, he had to shoot the movie without a complete script and he made Ade a co-director.

After a few months, Ade was nominated best script writer and Director Kunle nominated best Director.

As Ade was about collecting his award, a loud noise from the kitchen woke him and he immediately looked at his hand and found the remote still in his hands with #BBNajia2019 still showing on the TV.

The End.

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