This is a true life story. I woke up this morning and immediately knew I needed to blog about this sh.t of meeting up with Obi Cubana and his Pals.

Here I was in my village in one of the South South States - Yes, I am not even from Anambra, let alone Oba - I am a Niger Deltan. As I was saying, I was in my village, strolling with my close Pal called Sunny - greeting, nodding, laughing to all who needed to know I was at the village, and intermittently, ameboring about some of them. I was an Abuja guy after all.

We were still very much in our pleasant states, when I saw a guy being shoved into one of the most luxurious car I had ever seen. 'Ritual!' my mind screamed, and my legs heard. Immediately, I started to run away, or, was it towards them? I can't really tell now. But, I remember I stopped when I heard the laughter of the guys doing the shoving - since they were laughing, obviously, they were harmless.

Suddenly, I was right there in the midst of it all. The guy being shoved, got a breather, and took to his heels. Then somebody turned towards me and said, 'this one will do'. It was only then, it dawned on me that he was Obi Cubana.

I looked behind me, there was no one. He was talking about me obviously. So, just like the other guy who had ran, I too took to my heels and ran for dear life.

Later that evening, I had the courage to go to a wedding party happening right at the village square - well! the truth is that the village square is actually opposite my house.

Sunny and I were standing and I was gisting him how a group of guys led by Obi Cubana wanted to use me for whatever earlier (forgetting to ask him how we got to be apart when just before the incidence we were together), when Obi Cubana and his guys walked up to us again and started laughing.

Upon their revelation, I got to see the mumu-ish part of me. Obi Cubana and his Pals were only trying to give a random guy out of the street a time of his life by taking him out for 24 hours, spoiling his day with goodies, clubbing till mama calls, and changing his life forever, yet the so-called Abuja boy like me ran away like a baby.

Later that evening, awashed with regret and disappointment, I was seated with Sunny at the front of my house, re-living the activities of the day, when my critical mind kicked in. The truth was, I couldn't remember how I got to be in the village in the first place. I remember, I had plans to visit the village this year 2022, but to be in the village now and here, was confusing.

Then, it dawned on me - I was in a dream. I told Sunny same, that I was sure I was dreaming. And that it was either that, or, I probably had had an accident and so was unconscious, living here as though it was real.

With this realization, I started telling myself to wake up - I kicked, I jumped, I ran, and suddenly, I woke up, right in my house in Abuja. 

I didn't miss Obi Cubana's 24-hour life-changing experience after all, it was only a dream. I knew I needed to blog about it immediately, and so, this story. 

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