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Fiction: The Deal is Dealed

The deal is dealed.

      "Come and slap me, I'll show you the stuff I'm made of, and your father, I mean your father will cure you less".
"How dare you? Who is your father, your mother, your..."
"Hey! Keep it sleeping."
That is Amaka, she's yelling at her room mate whom she thought had done something bad to her in recent times. Zioma has actually invited her guest over time and they used the bedroom. Fortunately or unfortunately, Amaka was not at home so she didn't really know what happened. Not until the lips of the wall came, that is Abk, she told Amaka what happened...
Amaka is really acting furious due to her experience with men, she thought all men are same and...she really don't want Zioma to fall a prey too. Zioma told her to "get your fuck hands off my deals, what is your headache about my pill?
If you're two-tyred to roll the pedal, why not pack your undies and walk away? I love him and that's all that matters."
"Zioma, listen to me, it's not really easy to confide in a man that much. All men are same and they are one bundle of dog..."
"You said what? That means your Dad, your uncle are one." Silence ensued.
"Amaka, listen, I'm sorry, I don't mean to make you feel bad." She moved close to her and held her near. "Don't disturb yourself about how I'm feeling, I am really fine."
"Are you sure, Zioma?"
"Yea, I am. What do you want to eat?"
"I want to eat your nose and your big thigh"
'Oh Amaka, you think this looks like the one Papa used to kill for us when we were at the village. You'd better wake up before you see Jakubeh with his unfriendly woos." They both laughed. "I very much remember that guy now. Come, chiss me, I yove the way your sips are arranged like the align of the gods in the shrine inside my body. Move nearer, body is not a runner for another body..."
"And you just imitated right." They giggled.

That was friendship after quarrel. But today, it was hot.

Akinwale Peace Akindayo
Philip Peace

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your body's warm drenched spot axis,
and i have felt the touch of your
freezing burning hands and cold words:
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my ear on a cold night. and my
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