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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The guys arrived at the hospital one after the other. Just like me, they didn't look like they'd gotten any sleep. How could we sleep? One of us was dead.
I'd rushed back home to find Vincent bleeding out on the floor. The entire place was turned upside down, I was surprised they hadn't set the place ablaze like they did to Wale's car. I managed to get a half conscious Vincent into the car as he used a piece of cloth to press against the side of his head that was bleeding.
Around the same time, Sheggs and a few of the other guys were heading home when the Red Ravens ambushed them on the road and a confrontation lead to a fight which lead to Sheggs getting shot in the chest. He was rushed to the hospital but he didn't make it.
Vincent didn't utter a word when I broke the news to him. He turned away from me and stared up at the ceiling as he laid on the hospital bed, his dreads pulled in a small bun to give way for the bandages wrapped around his head. Asides that, he had a few broken ribs.
I sat close the bed, watching and waiting for him to say something. He gulped, his eyes turning glassy.
“Sheggs is dead,” he mumbled to himself. It wasn't a question, it was more like he was trying to believe what I'd just told him. He then turned to me and asked, “Just like that?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat, not knowing what to say. The last thing I wanted was to start crying all over again.
Sheggs and I weren't close, we were just friendly. Or at least, he was friendly. Very friendly. He would spot me from a mile away and immediately turn into my personal hypeman. And then he would give me this bear hug anytime he saw me like we were long lost friends. He had such a warm and welcoming personality—something that was rare amongst the other guys.
I didn't know his story but if I didn't know Sheggs at all, I would never have guessed he was a yahoo boy. He was the light we needed in our dark, miserable, fake world.
“Some of the guys came around sha, you bin dey sleep that time,” I informed him. “They went to see the other guys that were injured in the fight.”
Vincent let out a shaky breath. “How many of them?”
“Four,” I replied, “Young Richie, Pablo, Shanky and Pappy.” I would've preferred for any of these guys to have taken the bullet instead of Sheggs. I know that sounded unfair but that was how I felt.
Vincent tried getting up but as expected, the sharp pain in his head and his side didn't let him. I tried convincing him to go back to sleep but it didn't look like he would be sleeping anytime soon.
We fell into a comfortable silence as he stared into space and I picked up on how eerily quiet the hospital ward was. There were two other patients on the other side of the room. The guy who was taking an IV drip seemed to be fast asleep while the other guy two beds away from him spoke in a hushed voice with the babe sitting close to his bed, whom I assumed to be his sister or girlfriend.
