Thread by @maazi_ogbonnaya

I've heard so much about Malaysian guys, I decided to go to Owere that very December just to feed my curiosity.

Adventure is me.

There was nothing serious that took me to Owere except to confirm the truthfulness of Malaysian boys. That's to show you how adventurous I can be.

I had my muffler tied around my neck, but not as Rochas.

I first lodged at Caribbean Hotel, World Bank. It is located at the street opposite Eastern Emirate Hotel. The street before Everyday Supermarket.

In the night, I decided to know what's happening in Concord Hotel area.

My adventurous journey is always one man's squad. I go alone. I stopped at Concord, looking around ...I was like...is this the place I used to hear in music and read in books?

I trekked down, as if I was going to 40:40 area. I saw ụmụnwa highway calling me:

"Bros how far nah, I go do you well. M ga-enye gị ya ọfụma. Fine boy, come nah..."

I shuddered, eased some smile. "Ụwa a enweghị isi. Just look at", I said to myself and crossed to the other part of the road.

Oh is this the almighty 40:40, ebe ife niile na-eme?

In that axis, hotels everywhere. I saw Golden Garden Hotel. All Seasons Hotel.

At All Seasons Hotel, I saw G-wagons parked everywhere. I entered. Changed my step with my muffler on my neck as if I have arrived. Ọ bụghị m ka ụwa ga-ahapụ behind enter Keke na pepe jewalụ.

I got to the pool side, I saw men, guys using money in bundles to slap the v-boot of ladies. It was then the exclamation of Flavour N'Abanịa came to mind: "Ukwu Nwaanyị Owere!".

I sat alone in a corner of the pool. Live band was playing.

The musician was singing for them, using their names, they were sprayng him money.

I ordered for a bottle of hero. Then hero was NGN 150. But it was sold to me at 2k. I understand. I am now in the league of big boys. League of Malaysian guys. Emii Jarkata. Emii Oil and Gas;

Importer and Exporter. I smiled with a shoulder higher than the other. I ordered for some suya. Eating and sipping my drink. The artist having been observing me and my dressing, thinking I parked one of the G-wagons came to me.

"Odogwu, kedụ ihe a na-etu gị?"

"Abụ m Maazị", I said, lifting my middle finger up to show him na anyị adịrọ ịbụọ.

He placed the microphone on his mouth, music started.

"Obele nwa kpatala ego oyibo na Maley. Ọọ bụ Maazị 1. Maazị n'ụwa niile. Maazị na Thailand. Maazị na Mexico, Maazị n'America

Maazị na London. Odogwu na Campodia. Akaekpuchiọnwa na Kuala Lumpur"

Have you seen the coverbook: "Long Walk to Freedom by Nelson Mandela?" Exactly how Mandela clenched his fist& raised it to signify freedom, that was how I raised my hand& nod to the rhythm of the song.

In fact, I raised my two hands up, dancing, took a glass of beer, sipping it majestically, all eyes on me. Even the big boys forming a circle were imagining, who could be this guy who made this kind of money? Some ụmụnwa highway were even hanging around. Ọ dị egwu.

The artist wanted me spray him money, ọ marọ na mụ ejirọ shịshị. I was even crying that 2k was too much for a bottle of beer, not even red wine. I also didn't want to mebọọ onwe m. I can't cast myself. Thank God it was night. I squeezed into his pocket the sum of N200.

He might be thinking it was foreign currency. Two thousand pounds. Ọ marọ ka m si kwadoo.

He was still hailing me....

"Obele nwa kpatala ego oyibo na Maley. Ọọ bụ Maazị. Maazị n'ụwa niile. Maazị na Thailand. Maazị na Mexico, Maazị n'America.

Maazị na London. Odogwu na Campodia. Akaekpuchiọnwa na Kuala Lumpur"....

I pretended to ease myself, that was how I disappeared before ụmụazị atọrọ m jụọ m ihe m riri. I stylishly ran away as fast as my legs could carry me before ihe Chinelo aghọọ nke Chinasa.

Ọsọ Abịọla before ụmụ Maley anwụrụ my left kidney ree.

I was highly fulfilled that night...as I stepped out of the place, I paused, the whole Owere paused, all of us paused.