Age of Aziza(Naija Demigods Chronicles #2)

Mischief Unmanaged.

My ancestors worshipped an evil goblin god Arrrrrghhhh!—okay maybe he's not exactly evil, more of mischievous and a little crazy.

Now I know you are probably thinking what's the big deal? That virtually every culture in the world had their myths and deities; the Greeks had the Olympians, the Norse had the Aesir and Vanir, the Yorubas had their Orishas and my people, the Urhobos, had the Edjo and Erhan. I don't know about every culture and what's real and what's not, but I'm telling you mine is a big deal, I met one of those myths—those so called stories to explain lightning and dust devils—and I'm not ashamed to say I lost control of my bladder—you would too if you'd met him.

Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Efe Aziza, an eighteen-year-old guy. Until a few weeks ago, I was just an ordinary, good-natured guy studying computer science at Delta State University in Abraka. But now, I am an avatar for a trickster god and a known troublemaker.

It all started like this;

So I woke up after a long nap with a wierd urge to play a prank—I've never pranked anyone in my life before. It was a Sunday afternoon and my roommate, Ochuko, and I were pretty much starving—our stomachs had given up on us and was tired of grumbling. We were broke and I was waiting on my dad to make a transfer for my weekly allowance.
Whilst waiting, Ochuko suggested we soak some garri before either of us died of hunger, so he decided to buy some sugar with our last twenty Naira. After he left to get the sugar, I don't know what came over me I started thinking of the local idiom 'No put sand sand for my garri'. And all of a sudden, I stood up as if possessed, went outside to look for silt and put some at the bottom of a bowl which I filled with garri afterwards. When Ochuko came back, I was sitting on the floor with a spoon in my hand and the bowl of soaked garri in front of me. He quickly took his place opposite me, emptied the ground sugar into the bowl, poured in a bit of water and mixed with it up his spoon. When he was sure the sugar was evenly diffused, he loaded up his spoon and put the garri in his mouth. He chewed slowly for a bit, on his face was an expression of someone who had bit something hard, then he spat it out into his left hand. Immediately, I guffawed like a maniac and told him I'd deliberately put sand sand in his garri. He just looked at my like I'd lost it.

Another time I made a guy drink my pee.

So I have this colleague who never gets himself a drink. Whenever I'm out with others having a drinking, just chilling and he happens to pass by, he always stops, tries to make small talk, then grabs my bottle or one of the others—if mine was finished—and empties the bottle. Or he asks me for a 'little' sip if I'm on a stroll and the bottle is in my hands.
One Monday morning, I woke up again with the need to prank someone and he came to mind. So on my way to class, I got a plastic bottle of La casera, drank a bit if it, then went to a bush and peed inside the bottle.
As always, he saw me sitting in front of the class, the bottle on my table and decided to walk up to me and gist. He sat on my desk and whilst he talking, he picked the bottle —just like that, without asking me—opened it up and took a long sip. He had a weird expression on his face afterwards and held the bottle in front of him.
"It's like the drink is expired," He said, still looking at the bottle wierdly. "It smells like..." His eyes widened in realization. He looked to me and then back at the bottle, disbelieving. I gave him an innocent smile.
He let the bottle slip from his grip and began to retch whilst I laughed like a maniac, again. Then he ran out of the class just as the lecturer came in and since then he has been avoiding me.

Ha! That would teach him to take people's drinks.

P.S. Those are really unusual behaviour for me. I swear.