Tunde's life was a mess. His home was a reflection of his laziness - dirty dishes piled up, trash littered the floor, and unwashed clothes stank in every corner. He never bothered to lock his doors at night, leaving them wide open for anyone (or anything) to enter.
One fateful evening, a tiny snake slithered into his home, unnoticed by Tunde. As the days passed, the snake grew, and their unlikely cohabitation began. At night, while Tunde slept, the snake would emerge to explore and play.
Tunde's girlfriends couldn't tolerate his filth and eventually left him. But he didn't change his ways.
One fateful night, as Tunde slept, he felt a strange sensation on his belly. He brushed it off, but the feeling persisted. When he finally opened his eyes, he was met with a terrifying sight - the now-giant cobra, its eyes fixed on him. Tunde screamed, but it was too late. The snake struck, and he died instantly.
The neighbors rushed in, but it was too late. They found Tunde lifeless, surrounded by the filth he had ignored for so long.