My Lagos Hustle #Episode8

In just two weeks, i had already earned the nickname, "The Prof" according to my fellow hawkers , the name was given to me because of my good command of English language and i also called out to my customers in plain English, i hadn't gotten accustomed to the strong pidgin here.

I sat down to count the day's proceeds, i had made over 2500 in profits and i patted myself on the chest for a job well done,.

I set aside 1k to buy some foodstuffs so i could prepare before Baba comes back, as i made to open the door, i was greeted by Bola who had prepared plantain with kpomo for me and she dropped it on the table..

"égbòñ(senior),this one is made specially for you, when Baba comes back, i will still bring for you,Bola said and walked out.

I slapped myself back to reality for i was captivated by Bola's beauty and the way she spoke, i knew i had to respect myself because of the fact that her Father is a Soldier, i wouldn't want to put myself in such a situation where i have to be jailed..

I checked my time and it was still early, so i decided to go sell some of my goods again, i had like 10 packs of Gala left, " let me see if i can offload this ones" i said to myself..

When i entered the streets, the boys started hailing me, "the prof, the prof",i felt butterflies in my belly, for once i was around people who truly loved me or so i thought..

They flocked around me for relationship advice, something i knew Nothing about,but since i spoke fluent English, they presumed I knew everything, something that kinda made me happy..

So as i ran to sell to one of my customers, i kicked my leg against a stone and mistakenly pushed a girl down, i hurriedly carried her up and told her sorry, but she landed me a fiery slap that left me blind for some seconds.

My fellow hawkers ran towards me and almost beat her but i had to restrain them..

"look at this fool, you this illiterate, while your mates are busy working in big establishments and making good money, you are here Hawking Gala, are you not ashamed of yourself? Trained He goat"

Her insults pierced my soul and i couldn't say a single word.

"See this mumu oh, you know who prof be? Because he de awk bread? Na so huna de waka de look down hon people, shameless girl, na people like huna go hend up marry carpenter or night watchman, hediot"
Kunle said in his thick Yoruba accent ..

I decided i had had enough for the day and i strolled back home, so many thoughts ran through my head, this is a girl that, on a normal day would not be able to look at me in the face and talk..

I narrated my ordeal to Baba and he laughed at me as he ate the Bread and Beans that Bola brought, i was too angry to eat so i allowed him to enjoy himself..

"so wetin u expect?na as she see u na it she address u na, shildren of today no get simple respect, but no let am bother u. Put ur head for ya work and do am fine fine and since u sabi book well well, gather shildren for yard de teach dem evening lesson, kamoru wey de teach dem no kukuma sabi anything, e mumu pass him name sef, so think ham" Baba said as he sent the last spoon of beans on an errand down his stomach..

I thought carefully about what Baba said, it was such a fantastic idea, and something i cOuld do with ease.
Since i was loved in the Area, i walked from house to house to tell them about the evening classes, some parents were skeptical at first, "Bread seller, teach their children"? I told them i was gonna teach for free for two weeks and if i didn't convince them, they could withdraw their wards..

5 month later and classes are booming,i have well over 70 students already, i sell my Gala in the morning and teach at night...I was making really good money.
I never thought one could be this successful in this town doing correct Business.

I told Baba about my plans to get my own place and he almost laid a curse on me, i had to remove the idea from my head immediately so as not to provoke him..

Truth be told, i have come to see Baba as a father and his love for me outweighs any other love i had ever received..

I rushed into his room one morning to wake him to come get his food, i tapped Baba twice and he didn't move, i felt his pulse and he was still breathing..
We are on our way to the hospital, God, please don't let this Man die!!

Why do bad things always happen to good people, just when I'm about to start repaying Baba for all he's done for me!!