My dear boy,
Nonso bụ ọyi ahụ ka nwanne. Aside from being classmates, we were roommates. And we were proud Republikans. He participated in sports and governance of our beloved Malabor Republik.
The insane thing about being a resident in the Republik was that some of the time, you did not know all your roommates. We were that liberal, I should like to think.
Anyway, Nonso buys a new phone, and boy, was the charger super fast! Now, both the legal and illegal roommates had bonded so well that we didn’t mind who used what as long as they returned it in good condition. Although certain personal items were off-limits.
Nonso always left his charger in our drawer, and this new supercharger was no exception. And we all respected the fact that he didn’t like anybody messing with his charger. I think that was the case because the old charger was crap. It was the slowest charger in the room, and no one gave two hoots and hades whether it was wrapped in thin sheets of rules.
One day, Nonso comes back and realizes his charger was gone. The dude was frantic! I had never seen him like that over a charger. Never thought a missing charger could make him that mad. “Na follow come charger be dat o!” he quipped. “When you dey use person own nko,” someone murmured. That was probably Caleb. He knew how to provoke a man.
I think before this incident, he thought his wishes were respected. No, dawg. You just had a charger nobody wanted. Forthwith, to safeguard his charger, he went everywhere with it.
See, so it is with a good man. Every woman wants one, and when she gets one, she must safeguard him, because it’s all dog-eat-dog out here. Some find a good man but treat him like he’s a common breed. A woman who can fight for him will bind such a one and take him away. A good man is like Nonso’s super fast charger: go everywhere with him if you have one.
Love,
Dad.
