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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In so many ways, Madagascar was still the same but it had changed at the same time. For instance, it was now a tradition to play a certain type of music and the hype man did his thing over the mic as a waiters ushered in a bottle of alcohol that could be worth half a million the same way you'd imagine the head of state being escorted. Sometimes they came in small coffin-like boxes and everyone sang the buyer's praises. Dorime.
That was how the money breathers made themselves known.
I called them money breathers because only people who found money as common as oxygen would spend it like that. Were the majority of these people yahoo boys? Of course. But that didn't mean there weren't other guys who were into other…ventures.
We had the thugs who worked hand in hand with politicians but in Madagascar, there were just men who wanted to party, throw money around and get laid with every female in sight.
Then there were the rich kids as well. They might have been born with silver spoons sticking out of their butthole but majority of them were just junkies who had zero responsibilities.
I arrived at the club wearing a Versace white jacket, buttoned down to reveal the little abs I had and the huge expensive gold chains resting on my chest, and the black durag I'd been wearing all day, black ripped jeans, white Nikes. I walked past the party goers queued up at the entrance, I nodded to the bouncers’ greetings and made my way inside, immediately getting overwhelmed with how packed and heated the place was.
It almost felt like I'd walked into a mini earthquake with the way the ground beneath me vibrated with sound waves from the deafening speakers and people jumping around, raising hell. The entire place glowed purple, giving a beautiful neon effect to the chaotic scene. I took my time to spank a few asses here and there with a coy smile on my face as I made my way throw the crowd.
Upstairs, there were rooms that were usually booked ahead of time and not just anyone could afford them. That was where politicians had a good time with their 'escorts' whenever they came around and as usual, wanted to do their business on a down low.
Underground, which was where I was headed, was the strip club. It was reserved for VIP only. Basically anyone with just a lot money was VIP and that was Wale's den.
Wale had come a long way since the first time Tej had brought me to Madagascar. He owned the place now and he'd upgraded it, making it one of the most popular clubs in the city. There was no party goer in Port Harcourt who wouldn't want to party in Madagascar.
Unlike other days, the strip club was packed. It was Wale's birthday party and he'd invited everybody who was anybody. As much as Wale was a quiet guy, he knew how to throw a party. All these years I'd known him, I still wasn't able to figure him out. Most times I had no idea why he did half the things he did. Like why he'd bought Madagascar last year. Or why he'd insisted I showed up tonight when he was absent at Vincent's Valentine house party. Besides, he knew I wasn't like the other guys who had no issues attending fifteen parties back to back in a span of forty eight hours.
