It was a hot afternoon in Festac town as Romoke’s breath played a beautiful orgasmic rhythm. Her voice gave out low pitched squeals of delight which I was sure could be heard from the old pink door of apartment 4b as she moaned away a lustful string of ooh’s and aah’s Which turned my brain to marshmallows.
Now what are the magic words? That special key to unlock the heavenly city i had right before me.
Beads of sweat find their home on the line of my lips. My brows tighten in frustration. I find this task too complex for me to solve as my chest expands and contrast at the thought of the shame that would come with failure. I am sure even Edmund Hillary on that cold May morning of ’53 climbed to the top of The Everest with so much ease in comparison to my situation.
Like a little child asking his mother for a treat of candy. I whispered “spread your legs”. Then came the sigh of ecstatic satisfaction that escaped from her lips. I think she died and went to heaven.
Author: Ishola Oreofe