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The neon sign of the Kilimanjaro eatery on Ikot Ekpene Road buzzed, casting a warm glow over Ubong and Paul as they waited for their food. It was a humid Saturday evening in Uyo, the kind that made you crave a cold bottle of Soft Care or a chilled malt.
Ubong was tapping furiously on his phone, his face illuminated by the screen.
"Oga, drop that thing and let’s talk strategy for the match tomorrow," Paul said, nudging him. "Champion’s League final, and you’re glued to a screen."
Ubong laughed, not looking up. "Hold on, I’m using Text Me. I’m trying to reach Ini in the US. This app lets me text her American number for free. No international charges, guy!"
Paul raised an eyebrow. "For real? In this economy where data is gold?"
"I swear," Ubong said, turning the screen so Paul could see the clean interface. "It gives you a real US or Canadian number. I’ve been using it to stay in touch with my cousin in Atlanta too. It saves me a fortune."
Just then, their steaming plates of afang soup and fufu arrived. The aroma of smoked fish and periwinkles instantly filled the air. Ubong finally locked his phone and set it aside.
"Okay, food is served," Ubong grinned, washing his hands in the bowl the waiter provided. "Now, what were you saying about Chelsea losing tomorrow?"
Paul laughed, digging in. "In your dreams, Ubong! In your dreams."