As they danced, they bent at the waist, swinging one leg after the other back while their arms widened, then swooped down to pack as many blessings as possible, gathering them to their chests.
The smell of her cheap perfume and toxic fumes made the air very unhomely. She put the little pride she had left aside and slurped him until he bust a nut. That’s what they call ejaculation. Some of her mates were working in oil companies. Some others were with their husbands or wives and children. There she was rinsing semen out of her mouth. Cursed generation!.
I didn’t know when I smashed her head into the dresser where she had been packing her makeup kit. I can’t even remember standing up from where I sat. I calmed down when I saw her front tooth fall out, I started begging her not to tell anyone but she took that time to sneak out of the door and run.
He drained his glass at a swig and she refilled his glass again. Johnny held his drink with one hand and tickled her breast with the other. She took in the smell of his perfume as she snuggled up close to him, spilling his drink and they kissed. She traced imaginary lines on his hairy chest; she knew he loved it, she knew it from his breath.
“Your answer is not biblical. What if the person in the video just looked like the sister? There was this case of that Igbo pop singer who was said to be in a sex video and it turned out she was not the one. People do look alike. Isn’t that a possibility?”
“If I know anybody in need of catering services, the first person that comes to mind is Feyi and that’s what I want with you. There is some writing to be done and I refer you immediately and not just because of your ability to write or that you are my friend but your quality too.”
The first two minutes were quiet which was broken by him asking how my day had been. I was going to lie but no one had cared to ask me, so I told him the truth about it being my first day and how stressful it was, after which I noticed a smile at the corner of his lips.
“Listen to me: that flab on your stomach has to go! A flab on your stomach says you are lazy, it says you’ve been eating too much, it says you are fat and need to cut down. If you are not pregnant, your stomach has to be flat.
A year has passed since he took the abrupt decision to leave Ososo. The stay with Bosede, running the family business in Benin City when he had the time has presented a welcome challenge.
He was good at planning individual treatments. For many, he insisted on regular check-ups especially for the aged, at much subsidised rate. His constant balancing of medications and the other life-prolonging care…
“Tell your neighbor ‘Give me chance, give me chance!’ Move far so you can really give them the fire”. The congregation moved as necessary. Legs widespread to balance him well, he no longer cared whether he spoke into the mic as he shouted “OH LORD GOD MY FATHER!! CONSUME THEM WITH YOUR HOLYYYYY GHOOOOOSSTT!!”
One rainy evening when we were alone in my room and I knew she could not leave, I decided to act. I moved to kiss her.
I did kiss her. She responded to the kiss, it was a brief kiss; okay, maybe not so brief. She wanted to know how many women I have kissed like that.
Ahh…that’s what I said. I hear it now. That’s why you looked hurt. That’s why you were disappointed. That’s why I apologised. You said you were. You said you were tired of trying. You hugged me and said sorry.