Beneath the Iroko

I’m watching cars snarl and drivers curse at Lawanson bus stop while I’m getting series loaded into my Iroko TV app. I’m the last customer of the day, well not a customer- I have an active subscription and it means Success the agent, will get no commission from me.

 

We are talking as I type, about the chain of businesses Jason has built around the Iroko brand and I do not fail to tell him that Jason, like me, has roots in Mbaise and how his wife keeps writing hit show after hit show- the shows aren’t perfect but no one can say they weren’t entertained.
“Having kiosks with agents like you from whom people can load movies and series into their apps is brilliant!” I tell him.
Why?” He tilts his head to look at me like I’m Moses delivering the tablets from Sinai.
“Because, while the subscription costs are low-“
“1000 every three months” he cuts in
I paid 3k for a year,” I continue
The cost of data for downloading say husbands of Lagos season 1 (1.55Gb) will cover the subscription for three months already”.
“Well I need people to be subscribing, I can even come and meet them to help them subscribe and load movies for them too

Done with the collection, I slide my phone into my bag and stand up to leave.
“Aunty tell your friends to patronise me o” he calls out.
I have told them already” I reply.
“How?

I show him this and press post.

 

PS: This is not a sponsored post.

3 Comments

  1. I always thought I would grow up to be a hardcore coffee drinker with the way the scent of coffee made me want to dance and how I always danced to the Latin-infused adverts of Nescafe. There’s a version of me that should be living in Brazil or Cuba, I’d wear swishing multi-coloured long skirts with red hibiscus flowers tucked in various points of my waist-length locs as I strummed my guitar with my left hand as I wrote songs and stories.

    That woman would be most consistent with the girl who once lived in this body. If she knew she ended up as a glasses-wearing pharmacist – of all things, she’d have been very disappointed. I still try to be unconventional for her though, to carry big headphones everywhere and wear floor-length skirts or shorts and faux locs as I do not want my hair loced.

    Anyway, I grew up and learned that coffee was bitter unlike Kopiko Kandy and it was best taken hot, I have never taken to anything with a temperature above room temperature. So that ended the

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