ALÓNGÉ #Projectnigeria ||Ongoing

Chapter Two

Dedicated to xxMarygoldxx and LauraNaba

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"Ebun!" I whispered, with shock written all over my face. My heart kept pounding faster and louder in my chest, it was like it would burst and hurl itself out through my chest. You know it's not everyday you see a fine girl.

"Uncle Alonge" She said in a small panicky tone. "Please don't tell your...sis.. ter... I... mean madam" she stuttered.

"What are you doing here? Is hawking ponmo your newly found job? " I said with mock astonishment, forgetting to place my words carefully.

Ebun is actually what we Yoruba's call omodo an house help, just that she's the modernized version as my sister would always say.

I was about to apologize when a blind man in a tattered clothing came over and started begging for money.

"Akoba adaba, olorun maje ari iru e mo" He chanted repeatedly, without pausing or breathing.

I decided to wait patiently for the man to leave. It wasn't that I didn't have the money to give out, but one has to be weary of this guy's. Before they turn somebody into an empty drum.

But it's like this Ebun has turned into another version of Good Samaritan.
The way she gave the man a five hundred Naira note from her red purse, made me do a self evaluation.

How many times have I given to the
needy? I thought deeply.

I watched in admiration as the Oldman kept showering blessings on her generations.

"What! " she asked in a modulated voice chuckling as our eyes met.

"Don't you think the rich should also make use of their wealth for the well being of the poor, and the nations? "

"And the only way we can do this is by giving alms to the poor, the less privileged, charitable organizations, granting scholarships to poor students and also helping poorof er nations" she added with a serious look on her face.

I yawned immediately she finished her speech, it's like she has forgotten we were both standing by the side of the road. My stomach growled in anger, as the pang of hunger overcame me and I felt dizzy immediately. My cravings for potatoes needs to be satisfied with something else.

"You will make a good public speaker, the only thing that remains is for you to go to school" I replied as I deeped a hand into the container of ponmo on her head.

"Wait sef, when are you intending to grow tall? " I asked bending down to her eye level, chewing like those bricklayers in a construction cite. Yammu yammu as my mum would say.

"Maybe when you start talking like someone that has sense." she replied rolling her eyes.

"Where were you when eledumare poured a drum of height to the earth ?" I asked again.

"Have you forgotten, I was hawking ponmo in madagascar" she replied sarcastically.

"For ya mind you don talk sense be that, go skool you no go. Your mates are in the bank counting money, you are here hawking ponmo"

"Thank you oo... Menthusella, your mates have given birth to one million children. You are still doing I am a bachelor up and down" she shouted, drawing attention to us.

"las las na you I go marry" I taunted, grinning mischievously. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened and closed for a few seconds, all her attempt to say something came out unsuccessful, she ended up stuttering.

"I....won't....en...d up falli..ng for you, no ma...tter wh...at" she stuttered, looking elsewhere.

To be frank, the shy side of Ebun is one thing I always look forward to seeing.

"Alright, but to let you know, you can't survive without slipping, see the banana peels I set as traps for you. A slip resorts to a giant fall. But don't worry, I will be there to catch you when you fall." I whispered, blowing her a air kiss.

"This is super story, this is suu...per stooory" she sang off-key, bending her hands in the mafo (be jumping) sign language.

Well the sharp mouthed Ebun is back.

"Have you done another check up since the last time ?" I asked instead.

"Let's not talk about this, I thought you reassured me it was a non cancerous tumor" she asked softly.

"Yes I did, but we need to be safe. Breast cancer is real" I replied, dipping my fingers into the container.

"You still cook well though " I added, nodding my head as I savoured the taste of well spiced ponmo.

"Ese ooo.... eku ife" She drawled out sardonically without falling to hide her annoying yoruba tongue.

"You know I can help out with the check up, I will be on duty tomorrow. Come to the hospital very early, it's a Friday" I said, licking my fingers in a very disgusting manner.

"How far you uncle ? I know you have something else in mind, but guess what? " she asked, as she jumped into a keke nape (Tricycle) without looking back.

I chuckled loudly remembering how uncomfortable she was during her surgical operation, the mild trauma she had suffered must still have a tiny print on her very person.

Well, you can take a woman from the village, but it's impossible to remove the Village ness from her.

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(I kind of redressed this chapter again)

A/N
Thanks for reading ❤
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Just see this as an early birthday gift. Next chapter coming soon

Plus we changed the cover 💃🙇
Thanks to the Captain of all Captains, our phenomenal @fikkieadeniyi thanks Captain.

Shout out to divina108 she's a new writer here on Wattpad, you can check out her work 'Iyunade; the trials of life.'
It's as interesting as the title sounds.

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Glossary
Ponmo - A well spiced cow's skin
Omodo - House Help
(I will be back to finish up the glossary 🙇)