It wasn't friendly to me because for safety and condition reasons, my only ear piece that fits my personal patient of a phone is my one sided* its one rope for one ear. Their loud sounds difinetly superseded drake's smooth vocals. Something else caught my attention as I got closer to the sound of the drums, the sight of the local palm leaves around the truck that conveyed the beaters of the native drum.
I know the use and sign of the native palm fruits leaves known by my people as Omu* I know the leaf means sacredness. I was schocked when I noticed the sign of OGBONI boldly written on the shirts of all the guys playing the drum. Only then did I notice the obituary poster of the 92 year old deceased.
I soon realized it was the burial of a member of the highly sophisticated OGBONI SOCIETY. Some other youths with cutlasses, matchets , clubs and axes ranted with their weapons while substituting the present traffic warder in the position of a uniformed police man. The youths on the ogboni shirt scared the people away as they made to make way for an old man leading the convoy with a bottle of schnap and some other items not known to me.
The convoy carrying people in either the ogboni tshirt or the famous adieu papa dress had over 7 cars trying to go through the traffic jam. The red eyed youths with their weapons and ranting popped several bottles of red wine on the road as the sounds of clattering of knives to announce their prescence and create way for themselves got both cars, individuals, men of the force and probably animals to give way for the old man with his bottle of schnapp to lead the way of a convoy that I couldn't locate the coffin of the deceased. Yes, the coffin wasn't a part of this convoy chanting their way back to Woji Ph* it was my first time to see NollyWood real life. NollywOod is real o!
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Coperate street boy, u be killing em'
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