farewell Ghetto
375 Words
The driver had started the car engine, my heart leaped with so much joy I was finally going to see the city our forefathers had told us tales about. The journey had just commenced as we drove past the rough roads leading out of the town, the driver was signing along to a popular high life song coming from the stereo.
At this point in time, one of favourite songs was being played "Miami water" a
song by pa Victor, the song lifted my spirit as I stared at the beautiful young lady beside me. The driver bumped into a pot hole and the passengers lost balance of their positions, this lady beside me her chest was heavy, as she lost balance her mammalian gland bounced up and down, and side to side. Pretending I never saw anything, I cleaned my eyes as if I had been affected by the dust coming from the window side.
The young man in between my jeans trouser had risen, now he was the bone of contention. I quickly relaxed back on my seat and crossed my leg against the other to keep the young man in between my jeans trouser calm. Unfortunately my long inherited shoe had stained the young lady's dress, my hearted had stopped working as the lady wasn't smiling any more. Two hours into the journey, I was already sleepy and this was my opportunity to shoot my shot, I pretended i was sleeping and my head was gradually moving towards her shoulder.
As if I was falling off, she quickly held my head and placed it on her lap, this moment the sleep was becoming serious. The scent of her body cream had stollen my sense away from me, her soft lap reminded me of my Vanessa and quickly I held my self and came back to my right senses.
She looked away and hissed, I was already drawing her attention but I had promised Vanessa my beloved not to go after any lady back in the city, this was already happening even of my way to the city. I then leaned back on my seat and took a picture out a picture of Bisola my beloved.
"Your wife?" the young lady slowly asked.
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