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Confession Of A Funaab Yahoo Boy: The Tales Of Gbadebo —— Episode 41 by thankgod: Last month on Tue 01 at 11:17pm
Few months later, I had just finished
defending my project and awaiting my
final results for second semester, I was
so happy that I had finally left Yahoo yahoo business, but my online
businesses had fallen deeply. It wasn’t
moving the way it should be. I was only
depending on the money I had made
from my Yahoo yahoo business earlier.
“Thank God for my mother’s business, at least the rents we collect was still
doing some major works for us.”
I travelled to Ibadan this beautiful
Saturday for an ICT seminar I was
involved in. I arrived very late due to the
traffic congestion from Ilorin to Ibadan. When I got to the venue of the seminar.
The security no gree me enter ooo.
They said the door had been shut, no
going in. Me sef no gree. “Not after
paying N12,000 for the seminar.” After
dragging with the security men for some minutes. “What is going on here?” a
lady’s voice said from behind. As I
turned, it was Adaobi. Immediately she
realized it was me, she ran towards and
hugged me. “It had been a long time we
saw each other after she graduated, and the incident of her friend’s (Nuella)
death.” I explained what was going on
that I was refused entry into the
seminar. She immediately helped out.
She asked and begged the security men
to allow me in. At first they were being adamant but later allowed me in. I was
allowed into the seminar.
After the seminar, I and Adaobi chatted
about old times. She said she was just
finishing her NYSC some three weeks
back in that Oyo state and was a hostess at the seminar. She said it was
a friend that connected her to the event
organizers. She said she was badly in
need of money, that was why she did
the job, and she doesn’t want to just go
back home like that. Her mom was seriously ill in Lagos. And dem don dey
carry her(Adaobi’s mom) up and down
but to no avail. She said the doctors said
it was fibroid which required a major
surgery to be removed. “That same her
mama dey get eye problem, she was almost going blind and that one na
surgery them need to rectify the thing.”
So she just dey hustle to support make
her mama no die. Me sef pity her gan.
She asked me about my result and I told
her that it would be pasted in a matter of days. “I trust you nah, first class na im
you dey,” she said referring to my result.
“But how I wish she knew that I would be
spending an extra year due to my past
carry over courses.” “I never told her
about. That one na my mind e dey.” Adaobi said she was leaving Oyo state
finally the next day back to Lagos. Make
she go start to find work. We exchanged
phone numbers and I left.
Three days later I called Adaobi to
inquire about the wellbeing of her mom. The way she sounded on phone, her
voice showed that it was getting worse. I
told her to give me the address to her
place in which she willingly gave to me,
and directions how to get to their street.
She said if I was coming, when I get to her street, I should call her so she could
come pick me. I told her that anytime I
want to come I will call her. As I was
dropping the call with Adaobi, a
departmental mate called to say that our
second semester result had been pasted and I was having an extra year
with just four 200level courses as carry
over. 2 first semester and 2 second
semester. Na so I tell him say I don
already know. I had already known
because I passed all the courses I registered for that session. The four
courses I was carrying, the units were
more than the required courses to
register so I had to drop them. I didn’t
register them.
Two days later as early as 6am, I called Adaobi that I would be coming to their
place that day. With the direction she
gave to me, na so I enter road to Lagos.
According to Adaobi, she said they stay
in Ajah. I reach Oshodi for Lagos. I saw
an empty taxi which I called. We negotiated and he took only me to Ajah
where I stopped, called Adaobi again as
I waited. I had already called her when I
just got down in Lagos that I was on the
way. Barely 5 minutes I stopped at the
junction, Adaobi arrived on foot. The car that brought me was yet to leave. I had
to negotiate with the driver again. I and
Adaobi entered and he took us to their
place. When we got to her place I met
her mom sitting on a chair at the
veranda. I guess she was taking the morning breeze. She really looked ill
from the outward appearance. She
doesn’t see clearly with her eyes
according to Adaobi. I greeted her and
she warmly answered. Adaobi was
telling me that her mom was answering me warmly, but when she would be in
pains, goshhhh… The whole house will
be turned upside down. I got to meet
Adaobi’s two junior sisters. One of them
was in Yabatech and the other a
Jambite. He said her brothers were out of town for work. We talked, laughed
and joked. The whole place was
bubbling. I spent about 5 hours with them
before telling them I was leaving. So as
Adaobi and her sister in Yaba were
seeing me off, I asked Adaobi the amount needed for the whole surgery,
both her mother’s eyes and fibroid. She
said it was N175,000. To me it was small
money but to them, itwas huge amount.
“In as much that I had little in my
account, I was willing to support.” I asked Adaobi that if I provide the
money, would it be enough? She laughed
as if I was joking and making jest of
her. I told her I wasn’t joking, and I was
willing to do it. She was looking at me
when she saw the look on my face and countenance, showing I was serious. I
told her to give me her account number,
and she did. She almost started
shedding tears, thanking me. “Adaobi
had always been a sweet heart. I
remembered when I just got admitted to FUNAAB, she would give me food, pay
my transport fare to school and back. I
felt I was capable of doing something so
I did it.” After everything, I went back to
Abeokuta.
The next day I paid N180,000 into Adaobi’s account. She called to thank
me so well. Na so all her brothers and
sisters come call dey thank me for the
money. 

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