I didn’t see Rosco this morning, maybe he went on those things he calls meetings. The sick feeling in my stomach won’t go and the smell of food makes me sick. The day was uneventful without my Rosco and even the free food from Iya alamala didn’t make me happy. I gave Rio my friend, the dog who usually strolls by, to eat .He greedily devoured it, while I watched him in disgust.
It’s unusually cold tonight .I wish Rosco was here pumping me full with Rosco Junior (It’s my secret name for his enormous member).I’m still cold, inspite of the thick wrapper I got from mama Peju, the kind-hearted landlady who lives nearby. I just woke up with a start and I wonder where that noise is coming from at this time of the night. It must be Rosco. Let me go out to see.
I see a big man’s car approaching , those ones that look almost like the rugged ones they use in war, only this one is finer. What do you call them ? Jeep? Ehen . I have seen many of its type , pass through this road during the day. Beautiful young girls in the front seat and old men by their side, doing love mi jeje, love me tender. Choi, the man has just gotten down and is coming towards where I live. Where is my stick ? He thinks he is smart eh ?
He is now creeping so as not to be seen. Mumu, does he think I am blind ? I will show him. Wait, he is bringing something out of his agbada pocket. Mogbe !!! A bundle of crisp naira notes. Okay I am no more his enemy. He is even greeting me “Ekale ma”, he says gently as he hands the bundle to me(Good evening ma). He came frequently after that, bringing me money, and food .
As my belly grew in size, it wasn’t uncommon to hear people make comments about me. “Were yi ma ti loyun” (This lunatic is now pregnant),they would say. Rosco altogether avoided me during the day and his nightly visits were now few and far between. I miss him and Rosco Junior. Although chief has been doing me during his visits, it can never be like that of Rosco. He pumps me like a lifeless chicken, that man is old. Can’t money buy action ?
Nine months have flown by and this my stomach makes me so uncomfortable. What is inside anyway ? Roscoe told me months ago that it was a small sickness and it would soon end. Mogbe ooo!!!. I feel like someone just kicked me in the stomach. Thank God, Chief is here. He is now soothing me. Who is this woman who came with him ? She is now touching my ‘down there’ and trying to bring this huge thing out of me. She and chief took ‘ it’ and ran into the night.