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When Karma Tell A Story

Beyond Perspectives | When Karma Tells A Story II

 

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There’s that time the sky darkens over, lugubrious clouds hanging low blocking out even the littlest hope of sun rays. It’s a cycle, this thing. Rainfall, sunshine, the cloud spilling darkness over everywhere, a darkness that grows even now across my heart. Something always brings us to this point, the point where perspective change.

I’ve always believed that the night was just a break for the day. So I looked forward to each day every night. I looked forward to the morning when your cries ceased, when you managed to smile. I lived for those times, those mornings, those days, those rays of invaluable sunshine. You even joked and laughed then. The night was just a break, however terrible, that was all it was.

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Dormy #1. | Once Upon A Story Series

 

Lights out. I hear voices, giggles, short laughs. I guess, warming their hearts in one bed. I think I have an idea of what they are doing but I cannot really tell.

Yesterday I saw kemi, my classmate dancing in the room with senior Moyosola the notorious bully watching her keenly. Momo as she is called had her hands on her jaw, she had on a face cap and her knees were roughly spreaded apart, she reminded me of how male passengers in public buses sat, very annoying like they were in their sitting room.

Momo irritated me by sitting like that. It was annoying me yesterday but not anymore. Is she a man? Why was she looking at kemi like that, licking her lips with her eyes like they wanted to close, and what is that one doing?

“It’s a lap dance” Chichi told me.

“Lap dance? What’s a lap dance?” I asked.

“What? Do you live in the 80s?”

I like hanging out with Kemi, she knows everything. Though a year older, I really really want her to be my close friend.

But why would kemi be doing lap dance and I would not know what it meant? So I saw that lap dance was what kemi was doing, wriggling her body like a fish out of water, rubbing her hands all over her body especially her breast and getting all the girls especially Momo excited, does lap dance also involved dressing exactly like that?

I moved closer to get a better view.
“Oh sexy! Thong!” The big mouth of the dormitory shouted as she passed by, I guess she was going to gossip in the next room as usual but not before slapping kemi’s bottom and drawing her dressing.

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Shall We Spin?

Sandwich breakfast in bed, lunch is served on a platter of jollof rice, cupcakes and plenty sipping of juice- Enny Cole dinner toppings. The art of storytelling is a powerful way to arouse our imaginations and like your favourite Snapchat filter, it colours how you enjoy your day. Come, let’s tell awesome stories together.

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The Juju In Your Village

When Baba took the opere from his late father, he had you in mind but your mind was on the streets of Lagos, on flashy cars and beautiful women.

You told him to let the gods take care of themselves but he wouldn’t listen.

Every morning, after chewing bitter Kola he would take some gin and wash his mouth, you knew what he would do next because he came to your hut, the one that smelt of your six year old sister’s urine, to wake you up for the morning sacrifice.

oya dide, eledumare ti dide, orunmola naa, opere sii ma side ni sin yii.”  wake up, God is awake…opere is waking.

You would roll to your sides and pretend not to hear,  he would repeat it like some kind of chant and you would stand up slowly irritated.

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