UNILAG FOR HUMANITY PIC-FIC SERIES: GOD WIN By Tolu Aribisala ~ SlimXclusive | Your number 1 infotainment portal - Now news is at your fingertip

Friday, June 3, 2016


“Everything I do na God win o, na God win o, na God win o...”

Really? God win?

Even you cannot help but be disgusted at the sight of this man dancing. So disgusting the

way he is so overjoyed in this absolute filth of an environment. The very smirk on his

face, I just want to wipe it off with a hot slap, because yes, no one should ever be so

happy in such a backyard.

Is he raving mad? I ask myself every single time I see him or every single time he wakes

me up by 5:30 am with his bell for prayers. Frayo will shout and clap and yelp to the

same God that he calls omnipresent.

My room is opposite his, so yes, I bear the brunt of his early morning freak shows. One

would think that in such heat, he will conserve the little air that comes in from his "little-

or-no- window" window. But no, he chooses to use his noise to compound the heat for


In all his dancing, all I can think is he better not step on me with the slippers he took

inside that toilet if he wants to live yet another day. Let us all fetch our water and get on

with our sorry lives.

Wait. Why am I so angry? Why can't I be happy for my neighbour? Today is his last day

here. The last time he will have to go through any of this struggle. The last time he will

queue for water, bathroom or toilet. The last time he will battle with an almost dried up

well, and how much you have to pull and pull the rope before the rubber comes up with

an equal mix of water and sand. The filthy bathroom meant for the whole compound, that

even when you're sleep on your bed, you are dreaming of new ways for you to position

yourself so your body does not come in contact with the walls. Oh, or the toilet, which

you have to stand on, while holding on to the walls for dear life, lest you fall and die. Not

because of the cuts from the broken toilet seat, but because of what you're falling into.

Just don't get up. Remain there and die.

Frayo is truly leaving! And I cannot help but be jealous of him. When will my own

come? My miracle, or my stroke of luck? Mama Chichi meant it when she said they are

following me from my village. Upon all my grammar, where am I today? I have lived in

this compound the longest, as each family ends up leaving after a short period of time and

the room gets replaced by a fresh one. Frayo has only been here five years and he is

living today. His big sister set up a small shop in Yaba market for him to sell curtains.

Apparently, he has been able to save to rent himself a self-contained room somewhere

around his shop. They are indeed following me from my village.

Chichi has said it that it is his God that is doing it. So after all my strong-head, will I now

go to him to take me to church? I remember the last time he decided to invite me to

church. I was just coming in from the bar with one okay-looking woman, when he

accosted me by my door. "Let me talk to you about Jesus," he said. It was around 12am.

What was doing me at that point was definitely not what was doing him. I didn't realize

when I screamed "I will not let religion be the alcohol of my soul!"

Religion? Hmm. That thing is only the opiate of the poor like me. Something to shift our

minds from earthly struggles. An excuse. The mist that fogs up one's eyes, keeping him

satisfied with his lot in life, or at least tolerant of it. Will I give into this facade to cripple

my mind? Will joining not make me the exact hypocrite I have been avoiding?

Looking at Frayo dance the way he is doing right now, making a fool of himself in front

of these children, I feel disgust. It's really disgusting. But I guess if that's what it will take

for me to end my seventeen-year tenure in Agbole-Micah, Dustbin Estate, I think I'll give

it a shot.



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