Mondays ritual

So monday mornin started on an empty note, and then with nothin to muse about, sleep takes off everythin till dat tinchy little back aches makes it unbearable to lie flat on ma back.

Nywys,

so slow and steady, as d day progresses, i drown in ma own ping spree; Sayin dis to dat, askin dat about this, and a whole lot.

Next was d tweet session, easy thing when u get mentioned once ina while, buh all d same, i've jes summarised d events of monday from 8am to dat gore hour - 4.32pm.

So at 4.33pm, she pinged(agbowa babe) - "lets go to d market". Well, with nofin left to do, i put on ma sandals and made way for dat market hands in hand wit d babe.

First, at d junction of d general hospital was dat miasmatic sacrifice, twas like boiled yams and fried fish all meshed together to look like somefin only gods will feed on, and God knows that ma sight felt insulted.

naw, with d market in ma visual feild and range of focus, i caught hold of two spectular 'danger'.

First was the triology of black senile old women wrapped in white wrappers , holdin things that looked like metal gongs and a dead rat. With my heart rate still steady, such fear caught me by d legs at this moment and without much effort, i came to a standard halt.

Ma agbowa babe thinks Jesus wee fly down to save ha and all when she knows she can make it easy on jesus and haself by simply makin a good run away form em 3 witches. But well, to a glarin surprise, the witch decide to make their own pace faster and then afta i realised i could move once again.

Second object in sight were tiny slim lookin canes, thin tree branches weld by ridiculous teenages and stupid adults.

Anyway, i made my way 2 d market still, bringin to mind all d valuable uses of a cane.

Since there is no singular way 2 d market, we landed in d market centre. with all we need to cook a great meal of efor and crappy stuff like dat, we made way 4 d hostel. But before we left, guess what happened................?

Well, guess no more, d big masquerade came outta d corner(perhaps through one of the roads that led to d market) and based on natural insticts, i made a flight decision instead of a fight(physiology stuff - dr ellias), agbowa babe had rushed into an unknown mud house restin by d corner.

And slowly, as the masquerade passed me by in dat special place i found maself(stealth mode), i observed children, boys and adult male stomp around d so called oracle wit little whips in hand.

While in my own shock, these pple whipped each oda so hard and then smiled, twas like the whips gave them joy of some sort, but then, i caught dis special boy that coludnt but help to frown at the pain, and then that silent laugh made me remember how human they all were(filled with pain receptors).

So in keepin wit line wit what happened in d market, i must say, d oracle made way for d streets and then, i picked up ma agbowa babe from d corner and straight for the hostel.............and yes, i felt relieved, but then, i had lotta questions but i dont think answers will b relevant at dis stage in ma life.

if d agbowa pple decides to flog each oda to please d oracle, well, congrats 2 them and their king, but as for me i'll b gone in 10 day from today, spare ma back from d pain from thyne cane, i wee stay in d hostel hence forth.........but afta i'm gone.......ya'll can flog ur daddies and grannies for all i care.

Jes live ur own way and lemme live ma own way.

horrible pple of agbowa..........hehehe