I M Gonna Say The N Word 소설 & 이야기

I'm numb ****

"You shouldn't say sucks, Riles. It's not a nice word." Under my breath though? I add an I agree.

I said, stepping forward, trying to de-escalate the situation. “Àbí ori è dá rú ni? Ta ní é lè yìí, pànkèrè wò gown! Ò gbádùn ní!” (Is this one crazy? Who is this? Stick in a gown, Are you not okay?) he snapped as soon as I spoke. His insult hit me squarely, and my face flushed with embarrassment. I might not speak Yoruba as fluently as they do, but I understand the language like mad.

The word I know to lessen the tension but they laughed at me. "There's a better word yous should say other than sorry because your sorry won't solve anything. The disaster you created is still here. And by the way, I almost forgot to tell you." He stared at me checking how curious I am to what is he going to say. I'm curious about everything right now. I don't care if it's small or big that is! I wanted to know how the hell it ended like this.

My voice came out strong and clear as I shouted out my words of defiance. “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”

But I just had three words to say. “Kill silently.”

he said to me. "Just admit already that you are the foolish one!" I said to him. "Why should I when I was the one that obviously removed her panties from your eyes?" She snorted and i cringed. "Shit! Dan, where did you get that word from, and what do you mean by she using her panties to cover my eyes?" I asked him. The figure of speech was confusing me. "It's a Nigerian word when they are trying to say, the woman had used her woman magic on you, knowing well you love her and make you stupid!" He lamented.

Why go to such lengths just for me not to get hurt? "Sorry, We can't do that. We saw you two being all buddy in there. What are you now? A faggot?" The guy said, clearly referring to what we did in the convenience store. I was trying to keep calm because I did not like that word at all. So like always, my mouth got me in trouble.

The least movement I made upon hearing his answer was covering my mouth with my hands before it could even spill out sizzling words that were strictly prohibited to say; like fuck, or shit—or in my worst mood, both. As what my best friends Andrei and Benedict described me, I was the King Of Bad Words. I knew all along that it was not the best title or moniker I dreamed of having, but I had no choice. It’s the only thing where I’m good at—Cursing.