She just smiled reminiscing as she scrolled past the over worn khaki of light green hanging at her wardrobe they had given her certificate of freedom and how she missed and cherished her imprisonment. Her phone will never vibrate at the last days of the month and she wasn't hungry just that the only living thing in her rented apartment was a malnourished rat who danced to the growling of her stomach.. Left with invisible choices she resorted to the act of opening legs and sweating from investigative thrust and survey from gun shaped fingers and diversified cone headed pipes of different sapiens.
She know she was being stalked by a guy who usually walked around tapping his chest and smiling at her. He must be a graduate, at least that's what his white washed file say, that's what the university crest pin on his shirt says.
But the lack of gold watch or any any at all on his wrist, and the choked Nokia c1 trapped in his right palm which meant hell for him if the phone was ever rescued envisaged that he wasn't a very happy one.
If he comes to promise as they all do, she will tell him that she was spoken for. Hmm acting all squirrelly when all they wanna do is bust a nut. All she know is that she doesn't want what he has to offer,love was a thing of the past like the time when her Lecturer showed her his love for her in numbers giving her a 40 in his exam after she proved her worth on a Friday afternoon on his desk, the scattered project work on the floors could testify that he was getting more than he imagined. or her ex boyfriend who promised to love her from here to the moon and back and within the space of time she went to service and came back he came fulfilling his promise showing her their marriage invitation with her name boldly written as the maid of honor
She wants a handsome man, and he isn't bad looking, though looking tattered. Maybe she will consent. oh well! that's a thing of the past now as the coarse hands of the taxi driver rubbed against her buttocks jousting her back to reality as he sampled his wares
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Life meant everything to everyone except him as he weighed his existence, understand fully the vanity, you could see him smiling as cars toot angrily past him. "Don't kill me oh, he cursed just make sure you climb my head". And I want it quick He drives the flattened well polished piece of leather, that enclosed his toe.
A graduate the culmination of his existence perfectly filled underneath his arm protected my his washed out file packaging his freedom papers
Ready to flaunt it to anyone who look at him twice to show how far he has come. This act of pride confused a lot of people as the solemn humility written on his face was almost humiliating.
As he cares about his self worth so much it practically means nothing to him anymore.
The Society defined success as being afford all the things money can get you. So he as a successful drunkard as pays confidently for his 50 naira ogogoro without owing, A very rare feat indeed as he bragged about it to his betters
As he douse his pain and looks for job and comfort in the bottom of the bottle. Not because he was lazy or didn't feel like working but because companies were looking for 22 years old graduates with 20 years working experience Not that he complained but he talked about it a lot, that he was entitled to a better life.
There she goes again, there is something special about this girl, she is beautiful why is she whoring herself about. He thought to himself as he raised his eyebrows and bent his jaw to a 45° angle he must have been looking for something else. Not the birthed hips, pointed breast, plump behind that vibrated like hot moi moi , her lush skin, as he ignored all this things he walked his drunken self past her tapping his breast pocket and smiling at her.
He was happy with his life, he wasn't frustrated and devastated, Of course he hadn't out of frustration gone to the native doctor who gave him a penis ring which wasn't in his breast pocket which he wasn't going to wear before sleeping with any girl of his choice.
He was from a good family and even if he did it would be for them because his mother and sister weren't hungry but they beg around the neighborhood for food and little change and the provision store keeper patience hadn't grown thin when it came to them but just didn't sell things to them on credit.
Not like he had given up on his values of what it meant to be a graduate. He didn't just take it with him today. "this is not right" he thought to himself.
On a second thought , he tapped her shoulder "Hello" he said with the best of intentions.
Collective Effort of Alkay Kamasko, and Victor Samuel
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