I went out to buy suya this evening. Great stuff!
After harassing the mallam to give me tasting
– after he already gave me ‘extra’ by the way-
I headed to my house, satisfied with my scheming ways.
On my way home, I saw the text on a guy’s shirt and it simply said:
‘We all have a story to tell’.
That really had me thinking.
So let’s just imagine that:
Before he walked by me, he had gone to visit his babe.
It was a surprise visit and he went in with his spare key.
First visit since quarantine as he spent lockdown in Ibadan
This is Lagos.
Baba had stripped and was gonna surprise his babe with some sugar!!!
Hm, clear your mind. She was his wife.
Lights off, brushed teeth, clean body, sensual music. Everywhere stew.
That’s how she entered and switched on the light.
Lo and behold! She was halfway out of her clothes and another man, buffer and hotter than my guy, was servicing his wife.
She jumped out of her skin when she saw him and the rest they say, is history.
Mama cheated on my guy with her gateman in an apartment they rented together.
Now here he is, on my street, walking by me, as I walk home with my suya.
Heading to God knows here
With his phone probably on silent to prevent her calls from disturbing his limbo
Maybe I should have offered him suya
But I didn’t because
One, he might have said no seeing as I’m actually a stranger
Two, why would I give him my food? DId we buy it together? Was it his money? I don’t get it.
And lastly, are you forgetting that this story is all in my head?
Oh well, I guess we all do have stories to tell.
P.S: To be honest, I have been struggling with my writing for a while.
I’ve lacked inspiration and I believe it is mostly caused by the burnout my brain has been experiencing. But guess what, his shirt gave me ginger so here I am.
I decided to write a story for the man. Hope you enjoyed it. Ciao!
IMAGE CREDIT – https://sisijemimah.com/2017/02/07/nigerian-suya-recipe-3/