Dawgs have no soul 1

Na na, Na na, Na na, eh!
I bet you start loving me
Soon as I start loving someone else
Somebody better than you
I bet you start needing me
Soon as you see me with someone else
Somebody other than you
And I know that it hurts
You know that it hurts your pride
But you thought the grass was greener on the other side
I bet you start loving me
Soon as I start loving someone else
Somebody better than you

 The sonorous and melodious voice of Ciara's "I bet" song nicely blended with its instrumentals and studio work that went into making it a worldwide hit filtered out of the sound system in my room whose separate speakers with a remote control allows you to adjust the system from anywhere in the house, with a built in amplifier that delivers 18W of high quality audio with some serious, spine-tingling, reverberating bass making the song the more richer...the  speakers brought by Karl  along with him when he left the united states permanently to live with us. I lay splayed on the bed, lying on my tummy in nothing but my canary yellow briefs whose cotton material hugged my pelvic region deliciously tight as my soul connected to the song on an emotional level, twitching my ass cheeks to flow with the rhythm of the music since I couldn't possibly groove to the music while lying down.

Not sooner than suddenly, the flow of my music  got interrupted by the startling sound of my phone's ringtone, the phone ringing  from where it was on the bedside stool and on picking and checking who was calling, it was Nicole, Karl's mom, I was really surprised as I instantly sat up with the phone in my hand, picking the stereo remote to turn down the volume all the way down with my lips parted in surprise as we haven't heard from her in a month...atleast, she hadn't talked to me directly, so I looked transfixed, not knowing whether to quickly go and give Karl as I quickly processed in my head she might have wanted to reach Karl but couldn't get him but yet again, I thought since she's calling me, I could  just go ahead and pick it and if she wants to speak with Karl, I rush and give it to him not knowing he wasn't even in the house as he had gone on a stroll with QT. So I went ahead and picked it.

"Hello baby boo!"

Dreams that scare

It's past two am and it had just rained...a heavy one indeed that had swept dirt and black sand from around the area in heaps dotted around the estate by flash floods which we were going to see in the morning but at this time, tiny dots of rain water still drizzled outside, it was the second rain of the year in the start of the rainy season, the weather was so cold and everywhere, pitch dark as power authority had cut off supply just about the time the rain started to forestall any incidence of electrocution in case a power pole got felled by  strong wind or lightening, with a few random houses within the estate  including ours, illuminated by their security lights from either putting on generator sets, solar or inverter sources of electricity.

Everywhere within the Adagiri home was quiet and dark as all were soundly asleep, I love having too many pillows on my bed to have something to hug wherever it was I faced in case I had a nightmare so I snuggled between my "babies", wrapped altogether in my mosquito net as one of the stand had broken and I had to bring the net down, I sleepily pushed Karl's big and hairy leg away from my thigh as I turned to look at him from a reflection of a  security light outside whose rays had sliced its way through the dark room to illuminate Karl's sleepy face showing as he chewed baby-ishly at his lips....I hate when he does that, so I just turned my face away from him. On the other side of the wall in QT and Hamz's room, QT looked as always, sweetly cute and at peace sleeping, the silence in the room occasionally broken by his intermittent snores while for Hamz...his face looked the picture of being disturbed or bothered, constantly twitching..literally and turning around the bed as dots of sweat began to form on his brow...that was when it started!

"EMA WEYIN OOO! (WEYIN) 2x     
 EMA SOFOFO! (OFOFO),
OFOFO O'DARA! (K'ODARA),
NILE IYA HAMUSA! (HAMUSA)! ''

Held in contempt

"Imagine we are in an apocalyptic era and you sustained a cut or an injury and need to keep infection at bay but no penicillin...how do you create your own penicillin?"

I asked Karl from where I sat on the bed, surfing the internet with the laptop placed on a pillow on my thighs to prevent the heat from the laptop from burning my thighs,

"You tell me!",

He responded, shoveling a spoonful of cereal into his mouth and munching away while droplets of milk seaped from his mouth into the bowl, some of it trailing down his jaw as he used the back of his palm to wipe It off, I nodded, in readiness to answer,

"Well, you'll get a loaf of bread and or an orange...leave for a few days till spores begin to form...for the bread, you cut it up into smaller pieces and  add a little moisture, preferably orange juice and seal up in a bag until molds begin to develop then let it change colour and progress from white to blue then green...you see that green mold, it contains doses of penicillum, so you can either take the molds and mix up with water and drink up or scrape the mold then apply on the wound and wrap up! So there you go, a way to survive in case the world goes bust and you find yourself in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, this information might just save your life".

Brothers scuffle

It is said that impunity starts from a little misdemeanor left unpunished and as such, whoever spares the rod, ultimately spoils the child...to prevent these from happening, urgent and decisive measures have to be taken to nip the irritant behaviours as soon as they crop, in the bud. 

 

The day was saturday around 11 am, the wind which blew was cool and balmy to the feel while the brightly shone sun gradually got swallowed by an avalanche of heavily pregnant ashy-blue cloud filled with rain water about to be unleashed on the city, sparks of lightening could be seen striking intermittently behind the clouds and the intensity of the wind grew stronger and cold, causing whirlwinds  carrying off nylons and trash in the air as people scuttle all over to quickly find a shelter from the strong winds and impending rain while owners of petty selling stores around quickly closed down their shops or threw a large tarpaulin over their wares they couldn't quickly carry in.  

 

Mom and I were  driving home from her sisters' house, the windshield wiper waving frantically against the windshield glass, making the almost croaky sound while somewhere inside our home whose outdoor view at that moment looked weirdly deserted and ghostly quiet and cold, probably due to the change in weather and the frantic waving of tree branches from the wind giving it an opening scenario in a horror novel,lewd remarks could be heard, sexual moans uttered and  the slapping sounds of spanking going off on someone's flesh  while sounds of things falling off from an apparent acrobatic sexual encounter was going on... Mom and I looked at each other in knowing shock of who the culprit behind those  could most probably be...HAMZ! Drama is about to loom large amongst the Adagiri brothers....Are your seat belts fastened? Let's go! 

The new world order

I had stepped out early that saturday morning with the sun shining brightly in the sky gradually heating up everywhere as temperature steadily soar high, running errands for Mom feeling like I might pass out soon from thirst and exhaustion from trekking around the estate...  earlier that morning, I had grudgingly climbed out of bed after she called me through her phone and I knew instantly she was feeling too lazy to either call out my name from her room or come in into mine to call me, so I threw my blanket aside, climbed out of bed, then went out of my room and towards hers which is adjacent to the room I share with Karl.

Still sleeping on her bed, she handed me her atm card and asked me to go and make withdrawals from the atm machine at the entrance to our estate by a new generation bank situated there, I wanted to grumble but cut myself short before I even started when Mom said it is so I could get us bread, milk and tea for breakfast and I knew I would get to keep the loose change from the transaction of buying those aforementioned items...I don't know why but since I was a child, I have had an obsession with keeping loose change when I buy things. So on getting back, my hands laden with bags of goodies for breakfast and my lips parched with thirst from trekking the whole distance from home to bank then to the store and back with my armpit and chest area of my top damp with sweat which were kicking my nostrils as I hadn't showered before stepping out and my feet  dirty with dust, I just wanted to get inside and quench my thirst then jump inside the shower but on getting inside our compound, I heard voices apparently belonging to my brothers arguing back and forth and from the tone of their voices which seemed angry, it looked like the boys were close to exchanging fistbumps and I wondered what could have happened in the short while I'd been away...could it be hunger?

A jack of one trade

They say if you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans! Growing up as a kid, I was brought up to not only adore God and fear him but also see him as my best friend and confidant and as such encouraged to constantly  lay all  my desires and plans before him, which, trust me, I did all the time...I told God all of my plans, projects and dreams and thinking about it in hindsight now, I think I must have sent him chuckling really hard...holding his chest as he doubled over with mirth at my strive when he had other plans for me.

Growing up, I had dreams just like every other kid to either be a lawyer or doctor, engineer and other "big" professions but as the tide of life took me on its fast paced course, it gradually narrowed my waves of ambitions to the one thing that had been constant, which I did without much effort and that I love doing but most neglected....writing.

Happy new month of march

This is wishing you all Amazeballs, a wonderful month filled with immeasurable blessings, may we all march triumphantly into our glory this month and throughout our lives. Happy new month. Next episodes on keeping up with the adagiris-