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"I swear I'll transform to a boy o.. But wait first so they don't know that what a man can do a woman can do better kini."

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Unpopular opinion; being broke AF could let you think more than the person above the IQ of 170. People believe that when there's no money, you tend to think about the impossible. And right now, let just say I was thinking about the impossible.

"Bodyguard is out of it." I blinked once, twice, sigh.

"What?!" My brows knitted.

"I said bodyguard is out of it." It was really the next morning and Christy's arrival. Once Christy had walk passed the door, the first thing I showed was the opportunity set before me. If only she had looked.

"Stop looking down on me," I became overly dramatic, hoping Christy would look at things in my point of view. Christy let out a sigh as her legs got freed from the high boots she was putting on, then scurried towards the bed. "I can definitely beat boys."

Okay, that was totally a bluff.

"I'm quite certain the biggest requirement is that you have to be a boy. Boy! Last time I checked, you weren't a boy neither were you a transgender." Christy began to wriggle herself out of the skimpy red gown, till she laid flat on the bed with Just her bra and panties. "Barbecue dey inside black nylon."

I let out a squeal, happy she bought what I asked for, then stopped. I won't be distracted by a dead delicious garnished roasted catfish. I had serious matters on ground." I could cut my hair."

"You're mad," Christy sat and gave me the Waka sign. "See Cherry, you're not fine. So don't let anybody deceive you. Your beauty is in your hair. Barb it and your worwor will come out."

I scoffed, moved over to the plate rank to grasp a ceramic flat plate and two sachet pure water.

"Who even told you if you Barb your hair you'll automatically transform into a boy?" Christy readjusted her position so she could eat well while I opened the barbecue's silver wrap.

"Inside Korean film," I chewed on my platonic breakfast.

"Chai," Christy shook her head. "Nigerians."

"But Christabelle, serious na." I grumbled while eating. "There must be something."

"Hope, there's nothing." She decided on calling me by my actual name. "Look for another job."

"I can't—"

"Who dey house!" We knew that voice even in our sleep. Before saying come in, Baby walked in like his father owned the room we lived in.

"Ah, I waka well." Before I could say Jack, Baby moved over to our large drum and bailed water from it, before moving out to rinse his hands. Once he was done with that, he stepped back in, helped himself with a sachet pure water and found his way beside me.

"Where were you last night?" I settled on asking. Like I said, Baby, Christy and I, were close. Baby was twenty-three, a year older than I was. His complexion was at the middle but could also be classified as fair. He was also incredibly handsome. Get fine friends, e get why.

Baby had a reason he was called such name. Baby had two elder twin brothers and were all living together in the same room in this compound and Baby, was the youngest. His actual name was Rotimi. Mary and the others knew he was the youngest in the room and actually looked small in the midst of his brothers. So they began to call him Baby. Now, the name Baby has overshadowed his actual name.

"Guy, you miss die!" Baby began, licking the sauce off of his fingers. "I make mistake, I for invite you go that party. My guys wey see your pictures like you die."

"Those your broke ass niggas," Christy responded instead. "We don't want."

"What about—"

"She don't want too," Christy said firmly because the we meaning both myself and her, didn't register in Baby's cucumber brain.

There was a little silence as we feasted on the barbecue. "Baby, can you imagine me being a bodyguard?"

"What are you body guarding?" I stared at Baby dryly, watching as he opened the sachet water with his teeth.

"Serious na," I wanted him to know I wasn't joking as usual. "Hundred thousand naira for the—"

"Hundred what?" Christy choked on the barbecue, coughed and drank some water. "Why didn't you tell me it was hundred thousand naira?!"

"For the first month," I clarified. "It might increase after the first month."

"But is it worth risking your hair?" Christy began weighing the pros and cons.

"What does her hair have to do with this?" I cleared the plate and the bones laying on the floor, then dumped them at the side of the room making a quick note to self, to wash them later.

"They need a boy," I said to Baby.

Baby scoffed. "But you're the opposite."

"Nice one Sherlock," I frown. Baby moved to me, making us so close while facing each other. He then brought his hands to both my cheeks and crop my face, bending it left and right till I snapped and told him to stop.

"You're glad I got your back," He smiled approvingly at himself. "I've got a guy that got a guy, that got a guy, that got a guy, that got a cousin that got a sister that got a friend that got a roommate that does pre-order from China. Bald caps dey."

"I don't need bald caps!" I smacked Baby's head, then turned to Christy. "Abeg watin dey do this boy? I want like your hair, but you know.... Foreign like."

Baby's mouth formed an 'O' shape, then nodded. "I've got a guy—"

"We know!" Christy and I yelled, tired of hearing about his chains of friends. "Can you get it?"

Baby nodded, giving and okay sign with his pointy finger and thumb kissing each other. "What else do you need."

I let out a small sigh. Time to sprout out the requirements.

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The next day came in smoothly as the sun wasn't that high up. Christy and I were seated on the well at our compound, our faces so close to her laptop which was on her lap. Mary on the other hand, sat on a blue plastic chair, a little bit far from where Christy and I was seated. The way she looked at Christy and I, made me feel edgy. Later this morning, it got announced that she found her missing pants under her bed.

"Even girls dey press, watin person no go see." Mary sang, from where she was seated.

"This girl is mad o," I scrunched my nose, while giving Mary a once over. "With her smelly knicker." My eyes landed on the brown bumbshort she decided to wear with a white tank top.

"Dead fish scent pass her," What Christy said wasn't that funny, but I laughed so hard and loud on purpose so it would annoy the shit out of Mary.

Christy wasn't pressing according to Mary, she was helping me answer the online bodyguard questions before going in physically for the interview. But all of a sudden, a news ad flash on her screen.

"Henry Williams got hit by mobs on his way to the airport." Christy read. Who doesn't know Henry Williams? Even Patrick living under a rock was aware of Henry Williams. Henry happened to be the heartthrob of every Nigerian girls. He wasn't just a movie star but also a model. He had set so much fame for himself at just being twenty-three years old. The mobs was certainly his impatient fans that either wanted signed pictures or personal selfies. "My baby got mobbed?!"

"Abeg do the exam for me, lemme know my next target." I urged Christy to concentrate. She could morn over her digital boyfriend later. "Digital boyfriend that is not fine."

"Excuse you?!" I clapped my mouth with both hands. It didn't occur to me that I had voiced out my thoughts. "Take— take your bodyguard exam. I'm not helping you again."

"A-ha," I opened my  mouth, pushing her laptop back to her. "Oya sorry. Small play someone cannot play with you again. You too dey vex."

Christy took back her laptop, mumbling incoherent words to herself. "Digital boyfriend that is not fine,"  She parroted. "As if you're finer than him."

The urge not to speak just because you are in need of someone's help, was like torture. Unfortunately, my stupid tongue had a mind of its own. "But you know he's dating that actress.... Em......"

"Yemi?" Christy scrunched her nose then let out a hiss. "That bleaching queen," I choked on my own spit. "Both of us, who's more beautiful?"

"Hmmmmm," I pretended to be in great thoughts as I waited for Christy to answer the last question and click on the submit button before getting up and dusting my Jean short.

"He will not like you," I clapped my hands while saying that so it would annoy Christy. When I noticed she was getting up, I pulled my slippers and raced to the room, knowing she was on my tail. Luckily for me, I got to the house and bolted it from inside.

I heard Christy banging the door not so gently as I hummed my way to the bed, lying in comfort as both hands went beneath my head.

Sigh.

Christy had helped to answer the questions. It was now left for me to make the cut and for Baby to help with getting everything I need from his chains of friends.

It was left for my real name to manifest.

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No much drama so far because we're still getting into Hope's life. But luckily, we got to see how her friends are. How do you think of Christy and Baby? I'd like to hear your thoughts. And what other character got your attention???

I'm trying not to make the pigin much but I can't control the characters. We speak pigin 80% of the time (well I do, when I'm with my friends. I don't know for you guys) and so do the characters. So you'll see that often when reading in Hope's point of view.

I'm having exams tomorrow and Saturday that's why I shifted the update and updated today. But the schedule is still Tuesday and Friday.

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