As the sun began to set, the shop started to close down. Tunde locked up the shop, said goodbye to the regulars, and headed home. He was tired but content, knowing that he had made a difference in the lives of those around him.
The power went out. Total darkness.
"Ehen, Bayo," a voice whispered beside him. It was Tunde, a neighbor who seemed to live in the shop. "I get one sure game here. Na Albania second division. Two teams wey dey draw for the last ten years. Straight draw. 3.50 odds. E dey enter blood." old bet9ja shop
He stared at the result.
Bayo managed a tired smile. "I jus wan check one game, Oga. Small thing." As the sun began to set, the shop started to close down