Okro’s Spark (3)

I don’t know when the next installment of the Okro series will be released so….

Anyway, here are the earlier episodes if you missed ’em:-

1. The Slippery Adventures of John Okro

2. Okro’s Spark (1)

3. Okro’s Spark (2)



Lagos, Nigeria


Dis work come be like say e go simple die,
thought Pinto. His mind was already circling in on what he would do with his
share of the goodies that was most definitely coming his way after this. He
looked at the two men standing in front of and beside him. The three heavily
built men faced each other as they talked.

Pinto had known Risky since they were kids.
They’d grown up in the same neighborhood and now, they were ‘handymen’
together. Pinto could kill (and had in fact killed) for Risky. Risky seemed to
be the smart one and kept moving up the underworld ladder. Pinto was always happy to
tag along. Risky was by no means lean or weak but everyone knew Pinto was the muscle
and Risky was the thinker. Eye Patch was a friend of the family. He was a fun
guy and they liked him tagging along. Plus, he was helpful when he had to be.

“Guy, wetin you tink na? Make we step abi make
we dey look till the place toast finish?” asked Eye-Patch (often pronounced
I-Pash by his friends).

“No o. We gats wait small o,” Risky intoned

“Ehn, but guy see time. After 2 in d
morrin. My baby don dey my house since around 7. She don flash me tire and I
sure say by now she go don dey crash,” Eye Patch pleaded.

“Ehen?” Risky again.

“Ehen? Guy konji wan tear my sumtin now.
Which one be dis ‘ehen’ wey you dey ask me? You be small pikin? No be your
fault now. Na because your babe no dey gree you rest abi?”

“Omo if na dat one ehn, Boma no dey gree me
see road o! Sheeeet! That babe ehn, if she don smoke weed come meet you ehn…”

Eye Patch interrupted: “God forbid, she no
go come meet me…”

“Shattap! Who dash you? I say if she don
gbana come meet me ehn, guy na die! I don dey find where dem dey sell correct
manpower drug sef. The one wey Oshogbo people dey do. Una get idea?”

“Manpower drug?” Pinto finally joined in
the conversation. The other two now stared at him incredulously like they just
found out that he was born fitted with female genitalia.

“Dis one na mumu sha,” Risky snorted,
“Anyway we gats go round just make sure say every every dey alright…”

“How every wan dey alright when we dey
TOAST person place?” Eye Patch butted in mirthfully.

Risky continued, “Me, I go go round this
side. Pinto, you take this other side. Eye Patch, you just relax here. When we
do finish we go begin step. Me sef don tire gan. D work dey boring na.”

“Ehn o, no action, no action! Ahh! Remember
that job wey we go do for Benin last month? Omo I never fight like dat for my
life. Wallahi tallahi.” Eye Patch was becoming slightly more animated now,
memories of a nighttime melee flooding back.

“Omo boy dat racking too mad. See where
bobos dey break bottle like say na egg. Omo I need dat kind moves o,” Pinto had
apparently regained the use of his tongue.

“Of which, eyin boyz cool down make we
yan,” Risky seemed to bring calm with his whisper and they all almost huddled
in close as he began to speak once more but in an even lower register.

“You see this envelope?” he started,

“Ehen. We dey see am,” the others
practically chorused. They’d been befuddled by it since the evening started.
While they had set about getting the flame up, Risky had stood back clutching
the envelope as if for dear life but they knew not to ask. If they needed to
know about it, they would get to know eventually.

“Oya make I yan una wetin dey inside…”


They had dispatched themselves and were now
circling the building. Risky, still clutching the envelope, moved rather
briskly: money on his mind. This was going to be the easiest money he’d made
all year! When he’d gotten the text from his contact in the East, he’d thought
it was going to require more men and more planning. However, his preliminary
surveillance revealed that the place was completely uninhabited and there was
no security as well so two others persons was simply overkill. He just thought
to bring them along for companionship and to allow them partake in an easy
payday. He kept switching the manila envelope from hand to hand always feeling
that one hand was safer than the last hand that held it. He slowed down as he
approached the back of the building. It seemed like there was movement up where
he saw something like an opening in the wall for an air conditioner. However,
he couldn’t make it out properly even though he was almost directly beneath the
said hole. He now remembered that they had left the one and only torch brought
on this operation in the hands of Eye Patch who was manning the front. But wait
o… Risky thought. He remembered now that his mobile phone had a torch light. He
began to check his pockets with his free left hand. Realizing it was not in any
of the pockets on his left side, he moved the envelope to his right hand and,
head down, continued fumbling about for his handset.

He heard a swooshing through the air and
then looked up but it was too late to sidestep as an extra hard, extra
aggravated, extra desperate ultra high speed knee collided with his head and
neck… thus breaking Okro’s fall.

Risky went down almost without a sound,
collapsing in a heap under the weight and velocity of his assailant’s attack.
He was still conscious but only just. As he moaned unintelligibly, a torrent of
fists rammed into his lungs stifling even his whimper.

Pinto was at the right side of the building
daydreaming when he heard the noises coming from the back. His first instinct,
which he obeyed, was to call out: “Risky, wetin dey para?” When he got no
answer, he called out again. This time, he was louder, “RISKY, WETIN DEY HAPPEN
FOR DERE?” Still no reply, he began to run to the back. He found Risky sprawled
on the floor and writhing in pain. He quizzed his boss for the day furiously,
trying to find out what had just happened. Risky could barely mumble any words.
Pinto began to look around frantically suddenly realizing that someone else was
out here and worse yet, the person was dangerous enough to incapacitate Risky.

“Eye Patch! Eye Patch! Eye…”

“Wetin, wetin, wetin?” Eye Patch was
already bounding round to the back when he heard Pinto yelling his name. He now
knelt beside Risky. “Wetin happen here?!” he screamed.

“Omo, I no know. I just hear something come
pick race only to reach here come see Risko for ground level,”

“Who go dey here? Wetin him do Risky sharp
sharp wey we no hear on time? Why anybody go wan do am like dis sef?” At this
point, they looked at each other suddenly realizing one possible reason.
Quickly, they frisked Risky. They found it underneath the injured man. Still
sealed, seemingly untouched. Risky seemed to gain strength seeing the envelope
in Eye Patch’s clasp.

“W-w-w-w one boy. E w-w-w wear only b-b-b
boxers,” he whispered in a stutter blinking furiously as he tried to battle the

“Where him go? Where e dey?” Pinto inquired
obviously agitated and ready to rumble.

“I no kn-know,” it was obviously a struggle
for Risky to even speak.

“We go get am. Boss, u just manage. We dey
come. We go get am.” Pinto now looked at Eye Patch, “Guy, give am d tin back.”
As he said this, his head motioned towards the man lying on the ground. Eye
Patch obeyed and Pinto continued, “As u dey front, anybody commot dis place?”


“Correct. Dat bastard fit still dey unless
e commot as we dey here.”

The time for words was over. Pinto and Eye
Patch rose, eyes fixated on each other as they came to a wordless

They both reached down into their shoes and
drew knives. Both were ensconced in leather which they almost simultaneously
peeled off and pocketed. Pinto hooked his finger indicating where Eye Patch was
to cover. He moved in the opposite direction. Both of them would go round every
inch of the grounds if they had to. The boy, whoever he was, was about to
breathe his last.

The midnight sky was blocked from view by
the smoke rising from the inferno which in turn created a sinister backdrop to
what was about to transpire. Pinto’s glistening blade reflected the devouring
flames as he crept around the side of the house Risky had initially asked him
to check. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins as were the marijuana he
did a few hours ago… and the ‘shepe’. His allegiance to Risky was
unquestioned and possibly unrivaled. Somebody had messed terribly with him and
that person, if he was still in the compound, would not live to mess with anyone

Once again, suddenly seemed that he was
hearing sounds of a scuffle but he couldn’t be sure.

Then he unmistakably heard Eye Patch’s
blood curdling scream…

John Okro knew not to mess around with
people who were armed with sharp, lengthy, glistening knives. It was fortunate
to be given the advantage of seeing them before they saw you. And with Lady
Luck being fickle and all, you had to take full advantage of her when she came
around to your side of the bed. Out of the shadows, his knee came hurtling
towards an unsighted Eye Patch’s unprotected groin. The man yelped almost
quietly as the limb hit its target. Again. And again. Okro moved swiftly
clutching the man’s wrist that was attached to the palm holding the knife. He
then lifted one of his own legs till his thigh and lower leg formed a number
seven. He moved Eye Patch’s stretched arm into the corner of the seven till his
elbow and Okro’s knee were aligned. In one swift motion, Okro flexed his leg
muscles squeezing the arm while he dragged the wrist skywards instantly
snapping Eye Patch’s elbow.

And that was when Eye Patch screamed.

He bent down and picked up the knife that
had inevitably fallen. He heard running footsteps on the concrete floor and
looked up waiting for his next opponent to turn the corner.

As Pinto rounded the corner in full flight,
he barely had time to take in the scene before he saw the flying knife,
identical to his, making its way towards his neck. His reflexes were good. But
not good enough. The knife missed his neck but still managed to lodge itself
proudly in Pinto’s clavicle.

And then he screamed.

Okro sneered at the silhouette emptying his
lungs into the night sky. Pinto’s bloodshot eyes now assimilated everything on
ground. The boy with boxers, a crying Eye Patch, the knife in his shoulder.

He screamed again.

This time with anger, with venom, with
untapped vengefulness, with loyalty to his injured cohorts. He glowered at Okro
and tore the knife from his skin. Now he had two weapons. One knife smeared
with his blood, the other about to be drenched in this bastard’s.

Okro looked at Pinto’s expression. He knew
pissed when he saw it.

“Oh crap,” he thought out loud, “Here we go


About cikk0

I think I'm proper sane. A lot of people seem to think different. Oh well... Locate a brother on twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/cikk0

Posted on June 3, 2011, in Short Stories and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. ibetapassmyneighbour

    Hian!!!! Ds one long ohh…brb…..

  2. Why will you now end it here when you don’t know when next you’re writing? Does that seem fair to you?

  3. not fair! not fair at all…usually i read blog posts without using the comment box but you haff do me strong tin

  4. see cikko abi wetin dey call u ..if u nor want me and okro and our twin brothers to find u ..u bera… start writing ..in fact if we nor get our next fix of okro…u go hear am ooo…..
    awesome read brov…

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