Why You Should Never Save Aboki's Contact On Your Phone - Man Recounts Hilarious Story

Abuja is full of drama. There’s this aboki guy, Musa, who runs a small kiosk just outside my estate gate. I buy provisions from him regularly, you know, bread, milk, sometimes groundnut when I want to feel “local.” We got cool to the point of exchanging numbers—biggest mistake of my life! .Now, because of this exchange, Musa and I can see each other’s WhatsApp status. I never thought much of it until he started monitoring my life. Whenever I post pictures of curvy babes, he’s always the first to reply. “Oga, is this one of your wives?” or “Ah, my oga, you are enjoying o!” I’d see his messages and just shake my head. I mean, what does Musa know about enjoyment? The man lives in that kiosk, literally.

There were times I wanted to block him, but then I’d think, “Ah, this guy sells me bread at discount sometimes. Let me not vex too much.” Plus, to be honest, his comments could be entertaining in their own ridiculous way. Then the unimaginable happened last week. I posted a picture of my fiancée, my actual babe. I even captioned it “LOML” because, well, love na your mate? She’s my heart, my everything, and I was proudly showing her off. Moments later, Musa’s message popped up, and I thought it would be his usual “Oga, you are enjoying o!”

But no. This time, Musa decided to unleash the dragon. He said, “Oga, out of all the fine pictures you post, this one is the ugliest. She looks like the type of women we reject in Kano. What?! I froze. My head spun. I read the message again to confirm I wasn’t dreaming. This guy had just called the love of my life “ugly” and compared her to rejects in Kano. My blood pressure went from 0 to 100. I was about to reply with some serious curses, but I stopped myself. Instead, I straight up blocked him and never bought anything from his kiosk again. As for my fiancée, she doesn’t even know the drama her picture caused. I don’t plan to tell her, because if she finds out, Musa’s kiosk might not survive the aftermath.