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OMG!! HELL NO!
What! Freaking Hell no!! Oh My God!!!
The book was right there in front of me.Same title, cover page, colour, Jesus, even the content, the plot, the themes, those godamned publishers i imagined too.I never told any soul about it, not a whispher, not a mutter.I only thought of it.Now here it was, a reality, my own book on a shelf, written by another person.....Friday Kama.
Hmm...that sounded familiar.I have to see this guy.He has some questions to answer, i thought.There was to be a public reading at the Filigree hall on Moffal street. Huh?
This place was brewing with people cramming for a glimpse of the author, buying copies at the foyer.One young man said to me."I shaved my head and he will sign here".
I smiled at him."Of course".
He had to be a simpleton.Won't his hair grow back,won't he wash it, won't it fade? Otondo!
And there he was at a distance, a stout man with an ugly face and potbelly, so black his white teeth gleamed with an unsettling brilliance.This man had a well trimmed afro and a fervent smile on his face.Hehehe.Chai chai.Was this me? OMG! the resemblance.
I have to meet him...i resolved.
It took ages but i met him.I was just another humble fan and getting through that crowd after half an hour under an unforgiving sun, feeling the sweat trickle from between my two magnificent gluteuses .Sweating and swearing under a hot sun.
Don't try me oh.Is it because i am fat...huh? I came here first, how can you jump the queue.My friend!!!! Go back.One buffoon wanted to prove smart and i showed him "shege".
"Sir, i am a great fan of yours. Your book...Bad Cougars of Las Vegas. Aah! It's a masterpiece,Sir.
"I am proud you like it, young man".
He was about to turn away, when i asked.
" Do I know you, Sir? I think we have met before."
He replied in the most startling way...
I meet a lot of people Oh baby come to me.
What? Sir?
"Come to me, he said again in a deep smoky voice, biting his lip".
Aaah......This Papa is gay? Abasimikikpaeyon.
"Wake up sweetie.You're late for school".
Those were the words that woke me.Goodness, thank God Mum did not intrude. For when I woke, my hands were in that somewhere, i just did it in my sleep and it was all thanks to freaking puberty.
Please comment on this.Constructive criticisms, contributions are welcome.Thanks @#DrI.N.K#
The book was right there in front of me.Same title, cover page, colour, Jesus, even the content, the plot, the themes, those godamned publishers i imagined too.I never told any soul about it, not a whispher, not a mutter.I only thought of it.Now here it was, a reality, my own book on a shelf, written by another person.....Friday Kama.
Hmm...that sounded familiar.I have to see this guy.He has some questions to answer, i thought.There was to be a public reading at the Filigree hall on Moffal street. Huh?
This place was brewing with people cramming for a glimpse of the author, buying copies at the foyer.One young man said to me."I shaved my head and he will sign here".
I smiled at him."Of course".
He had to be a simpleton.Won't his hair grow back,won't he wash it, won't it fade? Otondo!
And there he was at a distance, a stout man with an ugly face and potbelly, so black his white teeth gleamed with an unsettling brilliance.This man had a well trimmed afro and a fervent smile on his face.Hehehe.Chai chai.Was this me? OMG! the resemblance.
I have to meet him...i resolved.
It took ages but i met him.I was just another humble fan and getting through that crowd after half an hour under an unforgiving sun, feeling the sweat trickle from between my two magnificent gluteuses .Sweating and swearing under a hot sun.
Don't try me oh.Is it because i am fat...huh? I came here first, how can you jump the queue.My friend!!!! Go back.One buffoon wanted to prove smart and i showed him "shege".
"Sir, i am a great fan of yours. Your book...Bad Cougars of Las Vegas. Aah! It's a masterpiece,Sir.
"I am proud you like it, young man".
He was about to turn away, when i asked.
" Do I know you, Sir? I think we have met before."
He replied in the most startling way...
I meet a lot of people Oh baby come to me.
What? Sir?
"Come to me, he said again in a deep smoky voice, biting his lip".
Aaah......This Papa is gay? Abasimikikpaeyon.
"Wake up sweetie.You're late for school".
Those were the words that woke me.Goodness, thank God Mum did not intrude. For when I woke, my hands were in that somewhere, i just did it in my sleep and it was all thanks to freaking puberty.
Please comment on this.Constructive criticisms, contributions are welcome.Thanks @#DrI.N.K#
