The Bro Code #8
Why the hell is Uju calling me, Obi thought, even as he noticed a slight glimmer of suspicion momentarily cloud Pablo’s eyes. Fuck! Not again, he was not going to allow this woman come between he and his friends. Never again! “Guys, I swear on my life, as in, the Igbo don comot for my eye, I have no idea what this is about.” He held his phone up to the sky for the heavens to bear him witness. Ayo looked intently at Obi and then at Pablo. “We know, don’t worry.” “We know? We? You too, Pablo?” Pablo released the eba that had been clenched in his fist, back into the soup. He noticed he had been holding his breath and released it. He smiled at Obi. “That was years ago, I know you don’t have anything to do with it.” He paused. “This is all my fault guys,…