Borrowing from the dead

I have been tricking bike men all my life
just because my house in the village is
very close to a cemetery.
Once I climb the bike, I will stuff
cottonwool in my nostrils and when
we get to the front of the cemetery, the bike man will have no choice but to run
for his dear life. On this fateful day, I climbed a bike as
usual, then stuffed the cottonwool in
my nostrils after getting to the
cemetery. To my surprise, the bikeman
did not run. Omo, I sing all the ghost
song wey I sabi finish, dance all the ghost dance, the guy no even move; in
fact, I vex for the guy, “you no dey fear
ghost ni?!” But the man was like “give
me my money abeg.”
I then said ”o ya follow me into the
cemetery” and he came down and followed me. I was shocked!
Well, as a sharp guy naa, I walked to a
grave , knocked on it and said “BROS, ABEG YOU GET N200 THERE? GIVE ME
MAKE I GIVE THIS STUBBORN BIKE MAN”;
and a hand bust out holding N200 note,
saying “NA MY LAST CARD BE THIS.
MAKE SURE YOU RETURN AM O!”
My brothers and sisters, till now, I no even know who carry first between me
and the bikeman; and whenever I’m
passing there, I used to see one leg of
my Gucci shoe I dropped while running.
It’s not that I can’t go and pick it ooo,
just that I don’t really like Gucci
products again. In fact I don’t even like
shoes again sef!!! Have a great day ahead