Eze said. Book marketing and launching is a good business and if the plans proceed well, we  can make some million bucks. Joe was asked, to say something on the matter arising. He started complaining about the money issue. Prieto knew something must be wrong, between Joe and Eze ojugo. Prieto reminded Joe about his record plate, right there inside the player in Eze's sitting room. When Joe ask about it, Prieto was surprise to hear Eze  telling Joe that the plate wasn’t in his house. Meanwhile, the disc plate was right there. Prieto had to give room for a reasonable silence, with a thought that there must have been an interpersonal difference between them. Eze change their conservation. Immediately, Prieto got the message that they were enemies some how. Eze started talking about issues pertaining education, and Joe who is not incline academically, started feeling biased. Though he has the money. Joe talked about his children schooling, in an environment like obinomba. Saying how he wish he can get his children to an English speaking school. Prieto ask if the school they go to presently is not one, Joe said no. Prieto busted into laughter. A kind of laughter that makes the sitting room echoes. What kind of a school could that be? Prieto asked. Immediately, Eze ojugo went outside the sitting room in such a manner to end the meeting, as to expose Joe's illiteracy.
When Eze left, Joe started telling about his boneless background. Saying; like I told you prieto, I was raised with no parent, my mother died when I was much younger, and by age nine-years old I could not further my education. So, if I have to make the mistake like not being able to discern a good school, it has a lot to do with my background. Prieto interrupted! see bro Joe, it’s all understood. Left for me, it really must have been a very big challenge for you. Prieto concluded. Anyway against all possible odds, you still came up to at least live long enough to see your children. That’s a plus, Prieto said. Education can always come up, as long as there is money; he added. Some days passed, I saw Prieto walking along the street, he was moving along to Eze’s place. I think he came back to ask why Eze had to dismiss Joe, in such a manner or didn’t he want him to be part of the arrangement? The question made sense to Eze, but at the same time I think he’s also trying to be protective about Prieto. Since he is not from same village with Joe. Prieto is only concern about the money to move his project. Meanwhile, Joe has it. Most especially to confirm that possibility, he has an affiliation with the chief which everyone knows to be wealthy. Eze on his side had to recognize his own limitation. Everything about the project has to do with money. Money makes the World go round. It answers to things.
Not to forget, Prieto remembered his recorded album disc, that was still with Eze and asked for it. Eze said; it was still stuck in his record player, and when Prieto is less busy by the evening time, he can come around and carry the player to any place, where he can use electricity. Even if, he himself is not around. So Prieto had confidence in him. The next morning Prieto came and picks the CD player to one electrician in Obiaruku, where he took out the record plate. He went back home to Obinomba on a free motorcycle ride, from a good Samaritan. He had no money. When he got to Eze Ojugo’s place, he didn’t even meet his wife, not even the children was at home. He decide to fix back the video player set, since the door to the sitting room was found open.
By the evening, he had nothing doing so he went to the river to bath and  he carried along his ace. He calls it Mary J and he loves to smoke, after having a cool feel of the water. To a distance place, far away from the village square he would go all alone. Its a small flowing river region, well shaped like a pool in circle with some bamboo tress at the middle, that makes the water flow path ways. Outside of the river at it bank, there are plantations of bamboo, side ways of the path road to the small flowing river. Nzeribe once told him, that it is his grand father’s land potion. He would travel with his mother’s bicycle and go there to have his privacy. One evening, he went there to bath himself. When he finished like he had always done, He would light up his blunt and smoke the flame up in slow motions, puffing. Sitting on a tree branch, fixed in the water. Dangling his legs in the stream in excitement. He would watch the sky as the blunt flames goes on tour. In the act of reminiscing. 
This particular evening, he felt unease, at the sight of the birds flying across the sky. Some kind of rodent moving invisibly, in the bushy bamboo region. He decide to leave the waters, he was already tipsy. Bending down to use his hand, for a little support. Ahhhh! he would sigh, he will say; gad damn! am high. He leaves the waters, still smoking his weed in quick puff. Puffing to leave that remote end as quick as possible. He drags along the bicycle, through the land scape of the plantation that is slanted. He had to push up the bicycle, making ways for the planted cassava in the farm. Outside the bamboo  region, to the main street. At the back of Obinomba primary school compound. He peddle along. While on the road, a thought came to him to go and see Joe. Immediately he turned to the left side of the  road.