This morning at Bode Thomas Junction, the yèyé traffic warden was using one hand to control traffic whilst using the other hand to hold his phone to his ear, chatting away with his bony-assed side chick. I didn’t see her yansh o, just guessing.
You can imagine the result:
I just got down from my car, quietly tiptoed behind the plonker, snatched the phone off him and jumped back into my car.
“Ole! Ole! Ole!! Thief!!!” he shouted, attempting to run after me, but his pot belly was bigger than mine and I beat him to the tape, driving off in a zoom.
Instead of people running after me, they burst out laughing at two biggie belle men running after each other.
His side-chick has been calling since, asking for Mukaila.
I can’t wait to see Mukaila’s face when I return his phone later on in the evening…
I will also give him his wife’s message, that he better haff a good excuse why he did not come home last night…
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