Ghetto Boy – Finale
*** Survival Day***
Sat at the back court of a three story building, while i observed my environment, the cool of the evening breeze has a way of convoying that humble taste of burnt grasses, and even though u are no science student, the rate at which you breath in those nicotine would make you look like one of them.
Apart from the scent of burnt weed, there are also the Ghetto females, this type of female are the best there could ever be, it’s only in a typical ghetto you find a female gamer, a female gambler, a female bricklayer, a female gringo, a female football fanatic, a female mechanic, and to make things real worse, a female nigga.
Their hairs are not plaited, but are twisted to dreadlocks, or they go on a low cut.
They are pretty generous, and baring their dirty and irresponsible way they look, those people takes their homies straight up to their heart, they are all bonded with one love, something that is hardly seen uptown. downtown may look like a place for the poor, or the deluded, but they will still know nothing about living in a ghetto.
The UEFA champions league match day two day one has come to a close, there were large number of people creeping out of the view center down the street, coming out of the view center i had to check up the games on my bet slip, and thanks to csk Moscow vs real Madrid and man u vs Valencia i wouldn’t be winning the thirty seven thousand naira scribbled on my bet slip.
Well gaming and gambling is a popular thing downtown, that how we nigga’s earn a living, i was not the work work type, working weakens my bones, so i had to gamble to survive, the moralist and religious people will say gambling is a devilish act!.. Please what does the moralist know?..
Walking through the streets to my house was a bit lonely, but am used to life in the dark so i was afraid of nothing, by the time i got home, everybody was asleep and my food was on my reading desk.. I was too happy to eat..
Though my betslip didn’t go according to my predictions, seeing real Madrid losing, has a way of giving me joy unspeakable, trolling Madrid online was one of my source of happiness here in the ghetto…well i think that’s it for today, hope i don’t get trolled when bar-ca plays tomorrow.
Something unusual happened this morning, normally at 5AM everyday we all was to be awaken by the central mosque loudspeaker, but it’s already past 7AM and their was no single sound coming from there.
Maybe the main game is on vacation or probably the mosque leaders went on strike. Well am yet to know why the sudden in an aged tradition here in the ghetto.
It was time for my regular morning walk, the sun was already waiting for me, and by the time i stepped out of my building, there was a large congregation of ghetto occupants who stood at the mosque entrance, gazing at the building in awe, some had their hands on their head.
While others were shocked in unbelief, murmuring to themselves and asking questions that had no answer.
Well has someone from the mosque died?- no, so what is going on?
I busted into a heavy degree of laughter when i later found out why we got no sound from the mosque this morning.
The loud speaker was stolen!!. It’s seems some thugs came around, broke into the mosque, and out of all the valuable in the mosque, it was the loudspeaker they preferred. well i never liked that loudspeaker so somehow i was very happy it was stolen!.
But why an innocent loudspeaker? – well welcome to life in the ghetto.