Post by dives (@dives)

So since gas price increased this month, I have not been able to cook beans. NEPA light has not been steady. One minute it is on, and the next minute they've taken it.

Yesterday I went to the market to buy a charcoal pot so I can cook beans this morning and eat. My neighbors saw my new charcoal pot and they all suddenly wanted to buy theirs. Everyone was admiring my charcoal pot.

Big Ny@nsh aunty came out and started telling me how she always forgets to buy the charcoal pot anytime she goes to the market. Oga Titus told us how he grew up using kerosene and gas, and how he has never used a charcoal pot before.

Ebuka heard our conversation and ran out of his room to see my charcoal pot.

"Ah ah, Caleb, you wan use charcoal?"

"Yes o. It is for only beans. I want to cook beans this morning."

Uncle bald head came out and shouted.

"Caleb more wins o. Congrats. You buy charcoal pot."

I looked at him.

My heart was boiling.

"More wins for wetin? Because of charcoal pot?"

Everyone started laughing.

This morning as early as 6am I started boiling beans on the fire. At first, I was watching over my eight cups of beans that was on fire. But when I noticed everyone was minding their business, I entered my room and locked the door.

Only to open the door around 10am and my pot of beans has disappeared like spirit. They even stole the hot charcoal in the coal pot.

I started shouting and screaming.

Big Ny@nsh aunty ran outside.

Ebuka opened the door and peeped.

"Caleb wetin happen?"

"My beans."

"Beans?"

Bald head opened the door.

"Which beans? The one wey you the cook?"

"Yes. Person carry my pot of beans. Beans that have dorn, just remaining for me to put palm oil and crayfish. Who carry my beans?"

Big Ny@nsh aunty started clapping hands.

She became an interpreter.

She started repeating my question.

"Na wa for this compound o. Who carry Caleb beans now. I no want this kind problem at all."

Everyone started looking for the pot of beans.

Ebuka left his room and went to check the toilet as if it was there I was cooking the beans.

Bald head went to knock on the landlord's door to report the matter.

I stood there staring at the coal pot. These people should keep acting stage play with my beans. The thief is amongst them.

All I know is that my beans must commot today.

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