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Kuku’s Nest. Episode 02

Uncle Ex:

“Let me teach you to drive”

Dupe:

“With a Jeep? So I’ll now jam something and… Alakoba!”

Sir Beau:

“Girl come and learn to drive na”

Dupe:

“With a Benz? So I can use all my money on petrol? Why not fear God?”

Dupe:

*sitted at Daddy’s feet, facing him*

“Daddy shebi you know I’m old enough to drive now. When would you start teaching me?”

Daddy:

*jaw drops*

“You didn’t forget that discussion? Since 2004?!”

*Dupe frowns, looks like a child whose ice-cream suddenly vanished *

“Aah Modupe mi, ma binu.”

*reaches hands out, cuddles her*

“You should have known I’m too impatient to teach you to drive”

*Song about a broken heart resumes in background*

 

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Humans of Abeokuta. Episode 5

“Aff you aff an idea ayam like you?”

Her cheekbones lifted the fleshy puff-puff encasing them, sent them to greet her eyes. Her lashes lowered, sent her gaze to the tarred road. Her fingers twiddled nervously, caressing themselves awkwardly. Her teeth appeared then, bit her lower lips softly, suggested a deliciousness in their luscious pinkness.

His lower jaw fell open just as his right hand rose to his head. His nails scratched his hair, he shook his head, then spread his left leg wider. A stance to communicate the confidence he hoped for?

“Ayam liking you too, but you Oga”

A sound rose from him. Nervous. Like the first cackle of fighting chickens. Then the night wind blew, the cotton shirt hugged his body, tickled the curled hairs on his chest. They had not been there when I was a boy, he must have remembered. The cackle deepened as his fears dissolved, became a rich dark rumble of stomach-deep pleasure.

It was then that his shirt shook. Up and down with the rhythm of his laughter, it went. Vibrations of a stomach so big, it was a life of its own.

I turned to my little Sister then. I affn’t affed an idea, before that night, how interesting it could be to watch people initiate conversations of love.

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For Woman

Darn cosmetics have you looking like a crow
Or was it the eyes that watched from the mirror?
The world’s hot hurt and humped on your ass
Or is it words your read off Twitter and media?

Hello, elemental force of life and creation
Let me whisper the world’s secrets in your ears
While you moan, scream silken satisfaction in mine
Let me worship, lick molten honey off your pulsing altar

Salutations! Goddess of time and tide
Royal divinity, wherein lies my destiny?
Your blussoming buxom bussom, crystals
Take homage. Grant visions of my fated path

-For You, Woman

 

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Kuku’s Nest. 01

20:05hrs
*Rain is threatening with heavy winds*
Dad:
“See your mummy. I told her not to put the groceries in the corridor! She said she wants to sort it out first. Now she has gone out and rain wants to fall. Come let’s carry these things in”
Dupe:
*Goes to fetch the grocery cartons from the kitchen. On her return, Dad has taken some things into the sitting room. A sound at the gate.*
Dad:
“It’s like you mummy has come”
*Dupe goes to fetch Mummy from the gate. When Mum gets in:*
Mum:
“Modupe thank you! I was scared when it got windy. Because that your daddy will just say he warned me and leave it there for me.”
Dupe:
“Ah well. I just said I should pity you small”
Dad:
“Enh?!”
Mum:
“Oko mi -my husband-, shey you’ll please come and help me carry these bags of salt? They’ll be too heavy for my daughter.”
Dad:
“You’re not serious. You and your daughter. Why not come and break my back? I carried everything inside, it’s your daughter you told thank you. Now I should… Look! Leave me alone o! Me too I have mother”
Dupe:
*Falls over self laughing.*