Ayiri

A thick skin will not survive the chill off her. Even a stony heart will crack. So when the floods began to flow down his chin, it became evident how much hurt had broken the poor boy’s heart.

This macho scrooge would do anything but part ways with pride. Hence, whilst he got schooled, he wouldn’t stop saying – ayiri ní eléyìí sá.

Arakunrin, strength is not power. It is simply potential. She sealed the rolling paper’s edge with saliva as she continued. How much potential one has does not equate to how much power they can mutter. Today, wà gbà pé – you’ve met your match.

She tapped the mid-point between her upper-arm and forearm with the same fingers that held her joint. In this vein, there’s no blood left for good because my heart has been bleeding for days. In my brain, there’s no love left for you because my heart’s been filling up with hurt and disdain.

Enough! This is enough now he confessed. It is true I lied. And I swear never to begrudge you again. But as yet another thick bulb of rushing smoke rose to the roof from her mouth, his eyelids stayed frozen as she muttered with a deafening craze.

Ko ẹru é kò b’ọta. B’ojo bà má pá è kò pá è, but you won’t be the first person I murdered. Ayiri ara è!

…but I’ve cried you a flood? Would it not right my wrong?
And as cold as ever, she replied – Ṣé mo jọ Jésù.

The Meat and The Eater. The Beef and The Beefer.

Alhaji. He wore a look of surrender, as my presence occurred within his conscience. There was no debating the fact. He knew; I had returned to avenge myself of his doings.

So, politely; he asked, where it was I would be dragging him into.

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