A Good book

“Something must kill a man!”

A wise Nigerian man

The most beautiful thing about the night was the moon and her stars. The way the crescent shaped lady adorned the night with her glow was ethereal. The stars stood all around her forming wonderful constellations. Unlike the sun, the light of the day, the moon was mild with her glow. She lacked the bright and hot ferocity of the sun. If anything, the light of the moon although dim came with a cool breeze that brought succor to the night and made the dark hours a perfect time to everything, especially every young adult’s favorite activity of the night, partying and sex.

Kamal opened his eyes as his six pm alarms blared in his ears. Yaba Buluku by D.J. Tarico and Burna Boy screamed through his speakers. He had purposely connected his phone to the speakers in his room before he went to bed by four pm. He groaned as he reached for his phone sitting on his side table and sighed when he could not reach it. Groaning even louder he rose himself up and grabbed the phone before he put the song off.

He tossed it on the bed and dropped back into the soft mattress to continue his sleep but only thirty minutes in Scatter by Fireboy DML shot through the speakers and into his ears. It was another alarm set for eight thirty, this alarm did the job of snuffing out every last bit of slumber within him. Although the setting of the alarm had been his doing, he was not very happy about the idea of waking up from sleep. Groaning he reached for the phone and shut the music off once again. This time he stood up from his lying position and sat and the edge of his bed trying to collect his energy, once he was filled, he stuffed his feet into his black Nike slides and arose from the bed.

Today was Friday, the time was eight-thirty pm and in the next two hours, he would be in one of the hottest clubs in Abuja listening to the hottest music, drinking expensive champagne, and feeling on the sexiest girls. That was the thing about Friday, it was the weekday of all weekdays because it was the day that ended the days of hustle and bustle and ushered in the weekends of chilling and rest thus it was a sacred day for the nine-to-five workers, students, and general hustlers.

As it stood Kamal fell into two of those categories, he was a hustler and a student. It was not easy running a food truck and balancing studying business but at this point, he had managed to maintain a three-point five cumulative grade point average (CGPA). His food truck was making him good money and he was hoping to expand soon, thus he was doing pretty well for himself, although his mother always told him there was room for improvement in school. He was in his fourth year all he needed to do was maintain that CGPA and he would scale through with a second-class upper.

Although it was his parent’s apartment in Gwarimpa, Abuja, he lived alone in it because all of his family resided in Lagos and lucky for himself, he owned a car. It was a sleek black 2020 Toyota Corolla, thus at the age of twenty-five, you could categorically say that Kamal was a ‘big boy’.

Ring! Ring!!

Kamal’s phone vibrated as the generic iPhone ringtone played. He exited the bathroom in his towel and shaving foam-covered face to pick up his call. It was Dafe a friend of his, one of his club buddies.

“My man.” Kamal said as he brought the phone to his ears.

“Bro, how far na.” Dafe replied

“Him dey awake.” Another voice asked in the background.

“Yes.” Dafe replied “Na Kudi talk say make I call you, say you love sleep too much you fit no wake up.”

Kamal chuckled “Una no well.” He replied “I don wake. I wan baff now ready.”

“Oya na we dey wait you.” Dafe replied “Make I beat Xander 5-0 for FIFA before you come.”

“In your dreams.” Xander shouted from the background.