"Boy!!"
"Kai mum!!"
I finnaly get it.
Boy = Haidar.
Mom =Chuck.
We entered into a room with brightly colored walls, well decorated with expensive furniture, a table tennis, a snooker table, pool table, a mini bar-like structure and a huge curved television and a Badman.
He was presently at the tv, his p-cap facing back. His full attention on the tv screen playing Fifa!
The reason why I'm here.
"Son...I brought your game mate. Come pay your respects the way I thought you."
Badman's voice came stroking my ears with his semi hausa fulanish voice and not able to speak proper english voice.
"I'm coming Ma."
That was rude. He doesn't want to even recognize the fact that I'm here.
This was a bad idea.
Wait.
Wait.
"I brought your game mate for you?"
How did they know I was here already??
"Hey."
"Huh?" Clear distraction.
"Let's sit down."
Chuck took my hand again and led me to the mini bar.
I'm not a baby guy
Okay.
I noticed everybody's eyes on me. Well everybody except Haidar of course.
The room consisted of 3 guys seated on the couch next to badman watching the Fifa match. 3 huge tall huge dudes standing by the door. 5 girls wearing too much make-up in tight revealing clothes by the bar looking bored AF.
This makes sense. Asuper star (badman), a manager/friend (Chuck), body guards (the 3 huge guys), ass kissers (other 3 dudes) and backup girls.
Yeah.
"You want anything?" Chuck asked sitting down on a rather tall table stool at the bar counter. I shook my head.
"No thank you.'
He then gestured for me to take a seat next to him.
The stool was like above my height for some thing or it's like above my ass.
How do I do this. I can't reach.
Should ask for a hand?
Are you fucking serious 'ask for a hand' to sit on a stupid chair?? Laila ya above that now take the risk.
Jump till your ass makes contact with the top.
He wants me to jump and fall ...okay.
So instead, I noticed a knob at the bottom. Quietly and gently I reached for the screw and reduced the height of the chair so the ass level was just for me. The untied screw was fast and easy and seconds after I was seated comfortable without a form of disgracement or anything.
All through out this whole thing Chuck had his eyes on me, watching my every move. I didn't want to have any eye contact with him so I ignored his glare.
He must think ya dump or ya short.
You don't think somebody is short you see it!
"Son told me you're from kaduna right?" Chuck's attempt to start a conversation.
"Yeah. I am" I replied.
Oh my freaking lord. Badman remembers where I'm from.
