Chance or Destiny...Part 3 Continues...

'Basket mouth wan open mouth again o!' my Fela music was blasting from Dexter's sound system
i knew i wont spend up to an hour before i got fuel,so i was very relaxed.
Suddenly ,there was a knock on my window,i moved my head to see who it was
'Jojo ,o fumble o!..came a familiar voice

'haaaaa,Wale dog,kilonsele'..it was my friend Wale dog..

we call him that because he sells dogs for a living ,he imports all kinds of breeds and sells to individuals and corporate security agencies.I had promised to patronise him some while back that was why he was shouting that i fumbled...lol

'i come dey wait for your call now'...Wale said.

'No vex ,eyan mi,na hustle,how business now,you don get boerboel dogs now?

'I dey expect by the end of the month,between and 4 and 6 months by age,if u want ,u go need to deposit o,u know say all my dogs dey get international passport'

'Kai,your mouth too sweet Wale dog'

we continued gisting and one of the young guys that were driving the convoy of new cars also joined the conversation and the queue was slowly crawling.

'you dont even come play ball again for field '..wale asked me

'i get injury ,jare,all those your boys wey still get ambition to play for super eagles at 35 yrs wan break my leg'..i replied

'hahhahahahh.omo oole'

'Na so'

'Anyway sha,we go get match on............' Wale stopped in midst sentence and his eyes got enlarged like an okpolo.His body language spoke to me in 50 different languages and it had the same meaning.

I was backing the expressway while Wale was facing the express,i saw the change of expression in his face and i knew instantly that i was in the wrong place at the wrong time..........