We rip what you sew

We rip what you sew
Chris Opia, Lagos, Nigeria.


“Bolu, what do you think of Ben’s wedding?”
“It’s gonna be the talk of the town.”
“Sebi, you’re wearing the aso ebi”
“Of course na. You wan try! Infact, this style that my tailor sewed for me must make heads turn at the wedding.”
“Abeg o! No outshine the bride o. Ok na. I’ll see you at the wedding.”
“Ok, bye!”


“I’ve been standing here for 30 minutes now. No cab in sight. Abi dem don go on strike? Now that I thought of it. Ehen! There are no Danfoes in sight too.”

“Kodu, Kodu, Kodu Garage.”

“There comes one Danfo. I mustn’t miss it.”
“Hold your N70 note o. No change o!”
“Conductor, shadow for me jo”
“Wole wa, Pilot. Go on soun!”

“Agric. Agric”
“Owa o!”
“Madam, please shift. I want to drop.”
“Traaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”
“Yeee! My new dress”
“Sorry Auntie. All this yeye danfo. Na so dem dey tear person cloth.”