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Her clothes smudged with dirt, and a hair awry as the chewed mango on her juicy palms. Lying face down on her milk thighs is her baby, Tema, who just left brother Femi’s hands for a napkin change. The moment little Tema escapes Femi’s arms into hers she broke into a shrill cry. The baby seems to prefer Femi’s hands more than her mother’s, perhaps, Femi’s hands seem to fry baby tears dry. Often times,…

First time I saw you was at our first group meeting where you turned up looking like you walked straight out of Looney Toons. Pink shirt, pink shoes, animated face and body so skinny my boy Kay swore he could split you in half with his dick. You were looking vulnerable as fuck, as though if someone uttered the slightest mean shit to you, you’d just fall down and die. When I tried to start…

All you have to do is make them laugh. There wasn’t an iota of doubt in his voice as he said those words. They just came; soft and easy. Perhaps that was the way he had it with the ladies; soft and easy. Like the grace of an angel. Ife turned to me, his eyes fixed on mine. ″Do you think you don’t like girls?″ Ife asked. I thought about the question for a while.…