Akpos and Oga: Rise!

My own version of an over 2k old story
Intensely Re-vamped with the depth and humour of Nigerian Pidgin English
A touch of variety and uniqueness wouldn’t do no harm, I guess.

My Oga at the top,

With you
I abide
In great strides

With you
I stay
Never to stray

In the rain
In pain or gain

I see as you dey waka
On top water
Without falter

I wan go ahead
As blood rush enter my head

Tolani IV

In the end, Tolani went along with Ofure’s ‘scheme’. She knew it was hypocritical of course, even demeaning and she was scared she might fall for Denrele eventually. But Ofure was in pain: “Tolani please help me, if you really believe that what Denrele did was wicked, please help me” she kept pleading. Tolani would argue: “But we would turn out to be exactly what we hate Denrele for; whatever happened to not repaying evil for evil to anyone?” Ofure would say: “I know about your morals and all but the point is, you and I dislike Denrele, he and I love you, can’t you see that you are our common denominator? Tolani began to prep herself for the adventure.

Tolani

Tolani drives into the parking lot to find her spot occupied. “Wetin come be this kwanu?” she hisses. Perhaps an over-zealous newbie wasn’t properly coached on office rules and all or Damian just wants to flaunt his newest “toy”. “But on a Monday morning?” of all days? She reluctantly parks behind the tear-rubber, eyeing it jealously.