" Alas, my soul is pleased and my burden is light for the Lord has blessed me with great and insightful seeds, he watered them and exceedingly granted them favor and success. Tinu, you have greatly pleased me and have also made me more proud among my equals. A man can only claim to be totally achieved and successful only if his off springs walk in his way or are more prosperous than he is and mine are pleasing me daily with gracious acts and exemplary lifestyles. May the soul of my once beloved – Folake rest in peace and with an heart full of gratitude, I appreciate my love – Bambi for nurturing my children, easing my worries always.” A pleased Minister Solanke acknowledged in his newly styled white kaftan and his bald head glinting under the glorious light of arrayed chandeliers ; a half-filled glass in his right hand. The arranged success party which had caught some off-guard proved to be successful as different shade
โYay! Bridal showers, spinsterโs last night, wedding eve, so many preparations girls. Iโm super excited! โ Tinu croaked, her garbling giggles subduing the babbles of her friends. They girded her with legs enclosed like one in Yoga class with stuffed and colorful pillows reclining on their laps like babies in shawls. โWeโll make it didnโt and the media itself will bustle with news making an impression on all! Who wonโt desire to see Tinuke Solanke, daughter to the Minister of. The young, sexy, talented lady who gets married to Nigeriaโs billionaire son. Tinu, Iโm glad!โ blared, clasping a face wipe from its pack as she leveled an ointment on the wipeโs whitish surface with the slimy oil dripping as it leaves moi
Linda scowled, her dry palms inclining on her bosom. Her palpitation increased and rapidly, her heart throbbed while she walked with her shoulders, bent and dropping like a limp noodle falling from the dish it inclines on. She stared like her vision was blank - like a myopic one whose sight was failing and couldn’t distinguish black from white or outdoor from indoor and it was vivid she had a lot in her mind. The sun had rose , emitting fluorescent beams. Linda squinted her eyes - raising the car’s bonnets as she stared, unsure of what to touch or change. She was two streets away from her home - heading to work and in a split second, the car had stopped. She graciously stood, a car sped past. She entered, sitting awhile and wondering if to go back home or inform her father to send a driver over. She suspired, picking up her phone as it chimed.
Linda scowled, her dry palms inclining on her bosom. Her palpitation increased and rapidly, her heart throbbed while she walked with her shoulders, bent and dropping like a limp noodle falling from the dish it inclines on. She stared like her vision was blank - like a myopic one whose sight was failing and couldn’t distinguish black from white or outdoor from indoor and it was vivid she had a lot in her mind. The sun had rose , emitting fluorescent beams. Linda squinted her eyes - raising the car’s bonnets as she stared, unsure of what to touch or change. She was two streets away from her home - heading to work and in a split second, the car had stopped. She graciously stood, a car sped past. She entered, sitting awhile and wondering if to go back home or inform her father to send a driver over. She suspired, picking up her phone as it chimed.
With beads of sweat thinly plastered on his forehead trickling down his nose amidst the soft wind rustling by and his tears eyes tinged from an open fire next to a food seller joint. Bode bound past, his legs aching and feet coated with dust. He walked on, avoiding the cans and empty water bags scattered partingly on the road, repugnant water peering from gutters. The sky was clay-like, girded by heap of greyish color and riant rays emitting from its beautiful abode.“Been long I’ve been to this place. More peaceful than my habitat. “ Bode mumbled, grunting as he bent, regarding a tall, dark woman braiding a little girl’s hair, her head stuck between her huge thighs. Bode trudged, walking down a street. He greeted some women sitting outside a bungalow - all attending to different chores with some semi-naked kids with exposed t
With beads of sweat thinly plastered on his forehead trickling down his nose amidst the soft wind rustling by and his tears eyes tinged from an open fire next to a food seller joint. Bode bound past, his legs aching and feet coated with dust. He walked on, avoiding the cans and empty water bags scattered partingly on the road, repugnant water peering from gutters. The sky was clay-like, girded by heap of greyish color and riant rays emitting from its beautiful abode.“Been long I’ve been to this place. More peaceful than my habitat. “ Bode mumbled, grunting as he bent, regarding a tall, dark woman braiding a little girl’s hair, her head stuck between her huge thighs. Bode trudged, walking down a street. He greeted some women sitting outside a bungalow - all attending to different chores with some semi-naked kids with exposed t
Bode stamped his right foot on the small ant which had encroached his privacy by laying comfortably beside him. He felt irked by the mosquito bites he had suffered for three days and the tiny lumps gaining territory over his cracked skin. His bloodshot eyes stared at empty space as he brood , mesmerizing with his mind so far away. A cold surge of emotions overwhelmed him as he crouched, feeling the urge to micturate while he glanced at the dust-coated paint pail at the farther end of the cell. He wondered if his mother had hear about his arrest yet and how loudly she will yell like one grieving a dead child. He felt his body ache and pain suppressing his bod. He resented himself now that he was in a gruesome situation as this and like a peripatetic overseeing a city - his place of tour; he stared - his chin with beads scanty as it rested on his coarse palms. He was wounded with his soul and mind. Now he felt battered and the arid environment wasnโt soothing to him.He could re