‘You hear of the thief wey dem catch for mosque last week?’

‘My sister, I hear o. I hear say dem been burn am.’

‘Remain small. Dat pastor wey de always preach for street na im bring fuel come for the Muslim people.’

‘So wetin come happen?’

‘Na so Oga Cigar, dat man wey everybody de fear, bounce enter with him cigar for mouth come save the thief, carry am go hospital. Now the thief de learn mechanic for him hand.’


In the distance, Allah Akbar crackles from a megaphone; and a pastor is shouting, “Brethren, you must be saved!”


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