A yahoo boy's glamorous world comes spiraling when he has seven days to left to live.
In a world where rituals are 'yahoo plus' and ritualists are 'yahoo boys,' everyone has their price to pay. And Jerry's about to pay with his life when he finds o...
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Woman 1: Just yesterday, a young lady of about twenty one years old who had gone missing some days ago was found dead in a hotel room. Her private parts were missing, her tongue too. She even had her hands and legs tied behind her… Pictures are circulating on social media and it's… it's messed up.
Woman 2: I couldn't even look at them, it's so gruesome. And you know this is the fourth case just this month here in Rivers State.
Man 1: Should we run away for all these yahoo boys? I mean, this is clearly getting out of hand and it's like no one is doing anything about it.
Woman 2: And the worse part is that if you see the boys doing these things, they're just kids! Small boys that should be writing WAEC.
Woman 1: Is it not last month that three boys who aren't even up to twenty years of age beheaded a girl for ritual. I think the girl was dating one of them or something like that. She was only sixteen and these boys just wasted her life without thinking twice.
Man 1: When I was that age I was still struggling to pass JAMB. What's wrong with this generation?
Woman 2: These are evil times with much more evil people. All this killing just for money! You see all these yahoo boys, God punish them. They will rot in—
I literally ran out of the restaurant, hyperventilating and sweating like I was actually already rotting in hell. I could feel the bile rise in my throat and I had the urge to vomit but I held it in. The people in the restaurant must've been giving me weird looks as I stumbled out of my table and hurried to the door but I didn't care. I just had to get away from what they'd been saying on the radio. I faulted myself for not picking a restaurant that had enough decency to know that their customers didn't exactly want to come and listen to evening talkshows on the radio. Who does that?
This was the first time something like this had ever happened to me. If I'd stayed one minute more listening to those people on the radio, I might've just collapsed. I couldn't take any more of it.
I took in deep breaths as I stood in the parking lot, trying unsuccessfully to calm myself down. But then I started imagining the girl butchered in the hotel room again and I gagged, silently praying I wouldn't throw up. I felt dizzy.
I went to my car and adjusted the black durag on my head, grabbed my airpods, in case the radio was still on, I'd drown it out with Fireboy's voice.
When I walked back into the restaurant however, they'd either changed the channel to one playing music or the talk was over already and the DJ took over. Either way, I was grateful.
I went back to wondering what was taking Joy so long. Did all pregnant women waste this much time in showing up for dates and appointments?
I still couldn't shake off the fact that my sister was pregnant. Seven months gone. I couldn't even speak when Vince had told me. I would've found out from her if only I hadn't cut her off.
