The freestyle is sounding too effortless. No stress, no noise, just vibes and pure greatness. OBO still showing why nobody touches his pen game @davido 🇳🇬🐐♥️
Last Saturday, my village almost appeared on national television because of one goat.
Not because the goat was missing.
Not because it was stolen.
The goat itself reported a crime.
Around 5am, everybody woke up to loud screaming from Mama Nkechi’s compound. People rushed there thinking armed robbers had entered.
Instead, they met her husband hanging from the fence in only his boxer shorts while a goat was dragging his trousers across the street.
The goat had somehow gotten its horn stuck inside the pocket.
As villagers tried to rescue the trousers, an unexpected item dropped out.
A second phone.
Silence.
The kind of silence that can make mosquitoes stop flying.
Mama Nkechi picked up the phone and opened it.
No password.
Big mistake.
Within thirty seconds, she discovered three girlfriends, two fiancées, one “future wife,” and a woman saved as “NEPA Customer Care” who was definitely not working for NEPA.
What happened next looked like a WWE event sponsored by heartbreak.
Women started arriving from different directions like Avengers answering a distress call.
One came on a bike.
One entered a Keke.
Another arrived carrying food she had cooked for him.
The entire village watched as six women argued over one unemployed man.
The funniest part?
A seventh woman arrived and shouted:
“All of you are wasting your time. He owes me ₦12,000.”
At that point, even the goat looked disappointed.
Till today, nobody in the village calls it a goat anymore.
They call it EFCC.
Because without that goat, the investigation would never have happened.
Last Saturday, my village almost appeared on national television because of one goat.
Not because the goat was missing.
Not because it was stolen.
The goat itself reported a crime.
Around 5am, everybody woke up to loud screaming from Mama Nkechi’s compound. People rushed there thinking armed robbers had entered.
Instead, they met her husband hanging from the fence in only his boxer shorts while a goat was dragging his trousers across the street.
The goat had somehow gotten its horn stuck inside the pocket.
As villagers tried to rescue the trousers, an unexpected item dropped out.
A second phone.
Silence.
The kind of silence that can make mosquitoes stop flying.
Mama Nkechi picked up the phone and opened it.
No password.
Big mistake.
Within thirty seconds, she discovered three girlfriends, two fiancées, one “future wife,” and a woman saved as “NEPA Customer Care” who was definitely not working for NEPA.
What happened next looked like a WWE event sponsored by heartbreak.
Women started arriving from different directions like Avengers answering a distress call.
One came on a bike.
One entered a Keke.
Another arrived carrying food she had cooked for him.
The entire village watched as six women argued over one unemployed man.
The funniest part?
A seventh woman arrived and shouted:
“All of you are wasting your time. He owes me ₦12,000.”
At that point, even the goat looked disappointed.
Till today, nobody in the village calls it a goat anymore.
They call it EFCC.
Because without that goat, the investigation would never have happened.
The freestyle is sounding too effortless. No stress, no noise, just vibes and pure greatness. OBO still showing why nobody touches his pen game @davido 🇳🇬🐐♥️