am linking wiv mates man. no time rite now.
Karl was folding his clothes.
don’t get involved Abu! Won’t end well.
‘We can leave now,’ John shouted from the living room.
Karl jumped up and into the bathroom to check on his looks.
how do u know? u here?
Karl’s hair needed a crop. He pulled the vest down and tucked it into his trousers, the T-shirt loose.
seriously? like this?! whats goin on with u?
‘I’m ready.’
tired of cleaning up after u. all u do is disappear. whatevr. movin on
After five weeks of being at John’s, Karl was going back to stay at his father’s house. There was finally news from the missing in action.
not quite like it. Only been few wks
my point
is what?
6 wks of baby-sitting
then leave the house, no one forcing u 2 stay inside
thats what im doin
not what i mean
why not
coz u goin 2 get caught. we always do. u know that
different thing altogether
really?
evryone going
since im ur errand boy. always takin crap for u. and where r u?
wtf abu if u can’t handle fship let me know. thought we were tight
They arrived at the gated community and the security guard waved once he realised it was John in the back seat of the taxi.
‘How far?’ he tipped his head and leaned over to the window John had wound down.
‘I dey I dey.’ John replied, showing those teeth. He slid a little forward on the hot seat to come closer.
where r u now?
still here
stay home. come on abu
why? jus going 2 check it all out.
cuz ur not rough like dat
The taxi climbed over the speed bump, raised cement that covered the length of the street at the entrance to the community. They followed the curved street around once the wheels had carefully climbed over the second hump.
tis evr1, evrywhere. all ur do gud. Is all pretend. all u do is leave others 2 clean after u
wat u talkin bout?
ur mum, godfrey, evry1
It was getting hot in the car.
who the fuck is evr1?
mates school my parents. evryone
waz ur problem?
The security guard had reported that Adebanjo had returned in the afternoon. Uncle T had boarded the next flight back from Lagos to Port Harcourt.
maybe im tired of getting it cause of you. U don’t even know how 2 be a frien
No reply.
im sorry man. its too much evry1 is on my case and u ain’t even here
No reply.
Karl
No reply.
man i’m sory!!!!!!!!!!!!.
‘For here,’ John instructed the driver. He got ready to leave the car. Karl didn’t move, did nothing, just sat. John turned to him.
‘You’re are not coming?’
bbm me plz
Karl
ur my best mate. i know ur going thru stuff but fact is everone is. fact is ur mumm ain’t dead. you can spend time with her you know. rite here, rite now. she’s cool and u know it. ur father might never accept u. i have no clue what it’s like over there but u know the shit here. you lucky man. other kids might be dead just coz of bullying. i’ll fight anyone for you, any time. i will step in front if someone is coming for u. it’s my job. just like arsenal’s is 2 score. sure, they don’t always do so, yes i don’t always win but what i’m saying is: IM HERE. all the way. Something is happened man, like for real. call me ASAP. Abu