Drake irritated me every time he watched western celebrities and translated them into a social hazard. He idolised the actors, secular musicians, and their lifestyles.
Drake created his own world. It was disturbing that he would easily change his personality everyday. Conversations were annoying when he relentlessly spoke with an accent that was a bad mixture of his mother tongue and a forced foreign accent.
Even, his way of walking always changed after watching a movie or music video. One of the annoying sounds that marked his arrival was his dust-raising feet drag. Wherever, he passed many giggled nevertheless, this didn’t deter whatsoever.
One day I confronted him and told him that he had become a clown to everyone.
“Don’t tell moi wat to do. I gat wat it takis to tek you out. You ain’t gat anything against moi, just lousy jealous. Stomach it coz am livin’ ma life en spendin’ ma dimz. Just get out of ma face weasel,” Drake said.
With no success I had tried to genuinely advise him. However, Drake sharply geared and walked away with pants that dangerously sagged.
Little did he know that his attention-seeking behaviour would come to an end. On his fateful day, we were all in class when Drake walked in.
As usual, he was the last one to enter with his sagging pants.
As he bounced to his back seat, his pants dropped to his knees!
He desperately tried to pull them up but he instead tripped and fell. Still fighting to pull up his trousers, Drake’s face touched the ground.
The class was in uproar as they drowned into laughter. This experience cooled Drake down. He became a humble boy who stopped imitating celebrities.