Thou shall not steal

5.

~S for Samson, S for Stealing~

"And boom!"

This was followed by a rustling sound of biscuit wrappers as they fell to the floor in between Nma and Uche. This time it wasn't just shortbread, it was a mix of yoghurt, ice cream, cookies and lollipops.

"Oh boy," Uche and I chorused in delight as we looked through the heap of goodies.

"You like it?" Samson asked and for the first time today, I looked up from where we once sat playing red-Chinese-Japan-baby-bush to him. 

Today he was wearing a green top with a purple collar with the words; Adieu mama printed on the back. He wore black ripped jean which he sagged to the bottom of his bum revealing his blue boxers, the jean was baggie at the top but fitted like a glove from the knee to his ankles. It highlighted his muscular calf and thin legs.

He stood proudly in front of two others skinny boys, the boy on the left wore a beanie, a white vest and also sagged his peach shorts decorated with marijuana print and dirty black slides. He was black skinned, had small eyes and ears, a big round nose and bulging lips. The other boy on the right tied a black bandana, he tied it in such a way that the knot showed at the front of his hairline and the top was open to reveal his short hair. He had red eyes that were fixed on me, a small button nose, big ears and for some reason he kept licking his lips. He wore a blue long sleeve shirt which he left unbuttoned to show off his lean chest covered with bruises. He also sagged his pants and on his trousers, it read Starboy.

"Nma," I felt some tug me by my side. I turned to see it was Uche.

"You don't want?" He asked.

I looked back at Samson, "Who gave you this things?"

On a normal I ate the goodies in silence, I only spoke when I wanted to say thank you or that I was full. But today, it just felt too good to be true or rather too much to be normal.

"You no wan chop am?" The other boy on his right asked. He had a throaty voice that reeked of unruliness.

I ignored him and asked Samson again, "Who give you this thing?"

"Who be this chic?" The other guy on the left murmured in a calmer voice, "Nah she?"

"Who be that?" Uche asked.

Samson ignored us all and lit a cigarette. In the past, I couldn't stand it but nowadays it was a different story. I had come to realize it was what he liked—that and the food was importanter. He hardly ever ate food, he spent his time smoking cigarette after cigarette.

He puffed out the smoke and said, "What if I show you where we get it from?"

The boys behind him shared a knowing smile before turning back to me.

"Okay."

I followed Samson and his friends as we all walked to his car, Uche picked up the goodies before following us shortly after. As usual I sat at the passenger seat leaving the boys to the backseat. Once everyone was inside, he drove us to the market.

"Boys?"

"Boss," the others obediently replied leaning closer to his seat.