دانلود رمان انگلیسی “پسران یاهو” – عشق، فریب و زندگی واقعی کلاهبرداران عاشقانه نیجریه‌ای

Shit, here we go again, Biggy thought when he saw two police officers heading toward him. He was picking his way through Igando Market’s din of generators, the beep-beep-beep of bright yellow kekes and sun-peeled okadas, the shrill calls from loudspeakers advertising phone data plans or a free health check. People hurried past him from every direction, and hawkers zigzagged through the blinding swirl of color with bulging plastic baggies, calling out “Pure water! Pure water!” Dust mixed in the air with the sweet smell of freshly boiled corn. It was 10:00 a.m. on a Saturday in Lagos. But Biggy’s phone, set to New York time, read 5:00 a.m., and his head was running a little slow too. The night before, he had stayed up late at a friend’s place chatting on the phone, smoking Colorado, and listening to Nigerian rap. Now, heading to the bus stop to return home to Ikotun, he realized he was exhausted. He passed the police station next to the market. Two officers were lounging outside its entrance, wearing their usual black uniforms and menacing looks. They saw a stout young man moving slowly, his bloodshot eyes betraying a sleepless night, and decided to frisk him. This wasn’t his first run-in with the police. On previous occasions when they found drugs—usually no more than a couple of joints—they made him pay. That wasn’t necessarily the worst news. Another time, a few hundred meters away on Liasu Road, he had seen them clock him the same way. Biggy, his mind told him, the po-po is coming for you, and he quickly hid the weed in his underwear. “Where’re you coming from?” they’d asked him. “Where are you going to?” Biggy stayed calm. He said he was going to his family’s house. They forced him to unlock his BlackBerry Q5. When they didn’t see anything incriminating, they frisked him and found three thousand naira. “Sir, this is for my mom’s medicine,” Biggy said. A lie, but he didn’t want to give the police an excuse to take his money. When they couldn’t find any drugs on him, they slapped him, handcuffed him, took him to another Lagos neighborhood, and abandoned him there.