Slice of Life

Everybody's Man - Chapter 10 - Everybody's Man, Brostitute,...

Ndi be anyi, onye sị nwantakịrị jide nkakwụ, Ya dobekwara ya mmiri ọ ga-eji wee kwụa aka. Our people, He that asks a child to hold a rat, must prepare water that he will wash his hands with Ọkwazi ihe jọgbulu onwe ya, Na mmadụ ga-afụ oke luulu onye Ọzọ, O welu ya je nye onye ọ sị na ya furụ n’anya. It is also a disastrous thing for the owner, that somebody will see the thing that belongs to someone else, take it, then give it to the person he claims to love Onye ahụ ga-emechakwanu lota na efi e wero ọdụdụ chi ya na-achụlụ ya ijiji. That person will later remember that a cow without a tail, its god chases away flies for it.

The Day The Gods Answered: Free to read short...

I was born a mistake. Wait, don’t starts talking nonsense about nobody being born a mistake or God, The Writer having a purpose for everybody. Just listen without interrupting for once in your life. So, I was born a mistake on January 9, 1981. My parents did not want me, my father rejected my mother’s pregnancy, and my mother rejected me by downing some abortion pills in her third trimester, but I was born.

Femi rolled off his bed, the voice in his head had gone quiet the second Alero showed up and had stayed that way. He looked behind him to see her sleeping soundly. She had wooped his ass until she passed out, then he took her to sleep.

She grabbed his glass of schnapps and drowned it. Then resumed next to him on the couch. Drunk, and ready to woop his ass.

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Dayo had wanted a serious relationship with Femi, she had thought she would be the one to save him, fix him, but she was wrong. Femi did not want to be saved, nor fixed. And he did not want to have sex with her more than once either. She was bitter and she could not hide it.

She helped him in then shot the door before leading him to her couch. Trying not to say what was on her mind - and she had a lot on her mind - she stared at him with pity. She knew why he did it, why he had sex with every skirt. She believed she knew why, but she could never bring her self to have that conversation with him, plus he was tired, now would not be the time to talk.