HIDDEN IN THE PUBLIC

Bell the Cat

Am sorry for the late update Geniuses. I've finally gotten over my writer's block and decided to write something.
Please after this chapter don't forget to suggest a song
One love❤️❤️❤️

Days passed, weeks was not left behind, months tagged along yet the bond between Obi and I grew stronger.

Yes! stronger like five and six, he taught me everything I need to know about living under the bridge. More laws inclusive.

I was learning fast, now I could even hang on a moving bus without falling and breaking a tooth, being a bus conductor wasn't a child's play but yet interesting. I joined obi in using gin as mouth wash and soon my teeth was becoming brown probably just as my life is now
It was Obi's words; he always says proudly that his teeth is as rotten as his life, well I never understood that till now. We only have our bath once every week at a local bathroom inside the market where we pay a sum of #100. Other than that, we just stay under the rain then dry up our selves later.

The people living under the bridge were one big heterogenous group of people without no relation whatsoever.

It was headed by some set of people who collects the rent and maintain the unmaintainable people.

The flyover was also filled with underage children surprisingly both boys and girls, some joined the cultist group and could even handle a gun, some died of starvation, some stole, some killed and some are just living without a cause.

Most of the time I wonder where their parents. Well according to Obi, some mothers are nothing but surrogate mothers who only help in fulfilling God's command 'Go into the word and multiply'  since God didn't specify if they should be taken care of.

Life wasn't as rosy as I thought it would be, there were days we slept on empty stomachs, they were days we'd run and sleep in market stalls because of the constant fights under bridge, there were days we'd work like hell with nothing to show for at the end of the day. Lot more happened and even worse. No one cared, not even the government nor the people, to them all we were rouges that should not be as associated with or cared for. We were a pain in the ass and all they wished for is to get rid of us.

They had a general name for us - thugs. It doesn't matter to them if we act like the hoodlums or not, it didn't matter to them how we got here, our story never mattered to them, our behavior was not a distinguishing factor so far we all lived under the bridge; we were the outcast of the city.

I don't blame them for judging, Infant I don't know who to blame

The society was accustomed to the fact that we were rebels and my fellow rougues never seized to show them the true definition of rougues.

  Today was like every usual day, I sat down at a corner of a closed stall along with Obi and some of our friends who also sleeps beside our space under the bridge.

"You no see bukunti (did you see bukunti - bukunti is the nickname given to one our mates because of his fatness) he is in prison o" Jaja 21, who was the oldest in our group informed and we all looked at him in awe.

"Weytin he do sef? (what did he do) "  Ade the newest in our midst asked and we all nodded approving the question.

"The police saw cocaine inside his pocket and zoom - to prison straight" he said as his beard full face expressed pity obi said he has never seen Jaja shave his beard.

"But that guy no fit do anything na, he no fit even kill cockroach ( but that guy can't do anything, he can't even kill a cockroach" I added this time.

Bukunti who is just 16 years old happens to be one of the fragile looking boys with only an overweight size but in reality he is always as scared as shit. Although he came in newly last two month but he'd never do what we do for a living instead he begged from people. There was no way he would have the guts to take cocaine.