My boy read the writing on a game cover today, slowly but correct, then waited for me to clap like teacher. I clapped proper. One customer laughed and said the thing was only three words, as if three words no fit make person happy. I vex but I no answer him because my boy was already searching for another cover to show me. He mix up the next one and start laughing himself. That laugh sweet me pass the reading even. When mama came to collect him I told her in front of him, so he can know I wasn't just doing noise for show. Now he says he will read all the games in my shop. Some of those names go humble both of us sha.

That fan for shop faces the boys playing FIFA, so today I drag my stool small until breeze reach my neck. Oga ask why I leave counter. Counter no get body, na me get body. I had been bending over one stubborn controller and sweat was entering my eyes while my feet were hot inside slippers. After some minutes there I could work without wiping my face every two seconds. The boys complained I was blocking their match and I told them to score round me. By closing time my legs still heavy but at least my head no dey pound like yesterday. Reached home and sat with feet in water while my small man narrated the whole school day, including another boy's lunch.

I was reading one old comic behind the counter and stopped at where the hero leaves his real work to go and save people. Fine, but who covers his shift? They always jump that part. If I run out of this shop because trouble dey outside, oga go first ask who watched his money before asking whether I saved anybody. I went back two pages thinking maybe I missed something. No explanation. The man returns in ordinary clothes and life continues. I like the fighting parts but I want to see him explain lateness to a boss that already knows his excuses. Kept the book under the receipt pad when customers came. Tomorrow I will check whether he finally loses that job.