Chapter 1: Bukka Wahala Start

I invite my colleague go Mama Kemi’s bukka for pepper soup, and na so I witness the famous “bukka urination incident.”

As soon as we waka enter Mama Kemi’s joint that day, the aroma of spicy pepper soup just slap my nose—real asun, real agidi, the kind food wey fit cure heartbreak. Outside, okada dey park anyhow, and hawkers dey sell pure water for gutter side. The sharp smell of urine mix with pepper soup for corner—na so e be for some Lagos bukka. My colleague siddon with back straight like say na him be Lagos landlord, dey look menu with confidence. Na so one small boy waka enter, look left and right, then just corner himself behind the zinc to piss, as if nobody dey see am! People begin shout, Mama Kemi rush come, the boy mama dey beg, but the wahala don already bust everywhere. Inside all this kasala, the woman dash us ten times the price of our meal—say na apology. Na wa o, this Lagos.

The restaurant come compensate us ten times the meal cost. As my colleague hear am, he waka come work dey shout, “You suppose share that Mama Kemi compensation with me, abi?”