Wendara

He sat on the bed in his room, the stereo blasting _Olamide’s poverty die_ . The room was a two bedroom flat, and he was the only occupant of the apartment. His gaze was fully concentrated on his phone. The app opened on his phone was hangout, and he kept staring at the name of his client, the one him and his friends named, ‘best mugu’, who was offline. Apart from the constant money he received from best mugu, the word and their chat was something he looked forward to everyday. “Maybe she is busy at work.” He tried to console himself. Moving to the names of other clients on the list, he tried chatting them up, but found it boring and time consuming. Dropping his phone, he moved to his kitchen to make his breakfast. Maybe after his breakfast, she would be online. After taking his bath and eating to his satisfaction. He went back to pick his phone with a full smile plastered on his face. Only for the smile to fade away, when he saw her status; offline. He threw the phone on the bed, a