It was a big one; A big shy one.
With legs apart, hands on wall, she
groaned.
But it wouldn’t respond
It was half way in, and halfway out
It wasn’t ready to come out of the small
hole into the big white bowl
She groaned some more, but it caused her pain
‘How do people even jollof through their
anus’ she thought.
She muttered a small prayer of promise, ‘I
will never jollof through my anus...’
‘What did I eat though?’
Then she remembered how she voraciously devoured
Eba and Okro soup twice yesterday
A heavy lunch and a heavy supper; now a
heavy one is lurking in her butt hole.
She dragged herself to get a bottle of
water and poured it down her throat.
Again she groaned… but nothing showed
She crawled to get another bottle of
water and gulped it in hurriedly
This time with so much vigor and determination;
a word of prayer on her lips
She parted her legs and butt cheeks
One hand on wall, the other on the toilet
bowl
And groaned like her life depends on it.
Finally the malafaka comes out and drops into the big bowl with so much
boldness. After so much time it spent being shy…
She heaved a heavy sigh of relief and
concluded:
‘Anal Jollof is evil.’
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