Welcome to Cave city. A small city located up on a hill, with a proportional population and development. The only thing that was getting out of hand in Cave city was corruption and immoralities among the teens and youths.
Thus, Cave city was agreed not to be a good place to raise kids.
Hence, my mom had me raised out of Cave city; out of my natal home.
There was just one envious attribute of Cave city; and why the city was called 'Cave city'.
No matter what went wrong in Cave city, the smoking gun was never found. That was because, 'what happens in the cave, stays in the cave'. That were rules that every Cavenans adhered strictly to. We did not know who initiated those rules, but we met them on earth.
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Welcome to Capital city. A small city of high profiled citizens; with inordinate development and a good educational system. Perhaps, the best city to raise kids. Hence, my mother had me sent here; after my eleventh birthday; to be raised by her elder brother- uncle Tega.
The capital city was not called Capital city for being the capital. Rather, it was a replica of Peoria in the United States of America. Whereas, the wealthiest people lived there. We shall learn more about this city as we take a ride on this boat
Infatuation
.
Presented before us, is me in my early adulthood; in my natty suit with no jacket to complement; brown in complexion, average in height, and quite skinny. Yes! That is me, in a video game store. My name is Samson Frodd, popularly known as Loud.
Loud POV.
"Bro, the controller you sold to me last week is pretty grotty, and I am not happy about that. Give me a better one this time please."
"I am so sorry about that Loud, it wasn't intentional. You know, I am not the manufacturer; but I will give you the best today, and however, with a discount."
"Better."
He went into the inner store. Probably that was where they kept the original products; but, I always deserved to be attended to from the inner store. Moreover, that was where I bought all my video games and controllers. The storekeeper knew my name but I never knew his. He was in his late 20; dark and taller than I was; that I never cared about - moreover, I looked older than I was.
There was a book on his desk titled 'Cashflow Quadrant' by Robert Kiyosaki. I was taking a glance at the book when my phone rang. It was Automatic calling.
"Yo Auto! Sup my g?"
"Pretty good fam, where you at?"
"I am in Capital city, I want to get a new controller to replace that faulty one."
The storekeeper returned with the controller packaged in a white fancy customized nylon. He dropped it on the desk as he collected my debit card and slid it into a small portable machine. I got the smoke signal from him; so, I inserted my four-digit pin. He gave me a wave signal, meaning that I can leave, as he returned my debit card to me. To me that was rude, but because I was on the phone; I left without a word.
"Fam, there is a party up here at young lad Zoom's crip. Today is his birthday, and we just wanna do a little party. Yastand, paint Cave City a little red. It is kinda emergency, but please can you pull up, fam?"
"Alright, ima pull up asap, g".
"Thanks, fam. Please pull up with some good shits".
" What sort of good shits?"
"I don't know. Some intoxicants, weed, merchandise. You know better than I do man. So, do your thing; I have done my thing."
I understood what he meant when he said, he had done his thing. Auto was a pro when it came to getting pretty girls to a rendezvous. While I was better at getting people's kids smashed in a party. As for the last party I hosted, I got over fifty people to pass the night at the club.
"I hope the girls are very pretty?"
"Trust me, trust me, my nigga, trust me."
"Alright, g. Let me see if I can make an impulse buying."
"OK, fam. See you in a few."
"Ya!"
I waved at an oncoming taxi, and he stopped just before me. I stepped in gently.
"Where?"
"CCM!"
The driver looked quite young; probably in his early 30. He wore a blue jacket and a black face cap. That was all I could get sight of or cared to. That one thing about Sam Frodd was, he loved to mind his business. Whereas, there is a popular saying which says and I quote: 'mind your business and it will grow beyond devil's expectations'. It was not such a popular saying, because I propounded it.
In seconds I was fully relaxed into the back seat of a car that I never bothered to check its name or model. It was a Toyota car, I could tell from the interior, but a Toyota what? Again, that was not my business.
What was my business at that moment was the memories of the last party I hosted; it was my 18th birthday party. It took place at 'GrindnBall' nightclub; which was my favorite nightclub in Capital city. Auto and Zoom were the only Cavenan guests.
That was the greatest night of my life. A birthday celebration out of parent's and guidance's sight; yes! I did embrace the impinge of liberty.
I wore a sleek black suit, a pair of black shoes in pristine condition, and a black stud. I knew my mom will never allow me to dress like those in the mafia; but, oh yes! I did that night. It was my night. I looked into the mirror, and I could notice my sexy slender figure; like I was seeking short-run sex. However, I knew I was going to get fucked that night.
The party commenced at about 8 pm, with all my guests present with their presents. One of the rules was: give and be accepted. So, when I received a gift from a guest, the guest was allowed into the club. I did not initiate these rules, they had always been.
In thirty minutes, we were all inside 'GrindnBall' nightclub; dancing, drinking, smoking, druggy. With the help of my high school friend
Bad
, I got everyone extremely smashed at about 10 pm; then the club was rapidly becoming sleazier, far beyond Auto and Zoom expectations. That was how I gained some respect in Capital city and Cave city. It was rumored in Cave city that I had the highest street cred among my age grade.
DID YOU KNOW THAT AS OF MARCH 2020, HONG KONG, SINGAPORE, AND OSAKA HAPPENS TO BE THE MOST EXPENSIVE CITIES IN THE WORLD?
