Afrosays to me

…random excerpts from my communions with the AfroMuse

Making conversation October 28, 2011

Filed under: Scenic — afrosays @ 2:30 pm
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Today. It’s a song we can all sing.
Join the chorus as AfroSays:


...a drink perhaps?

Dapper is mine.
I am Akilapa, local champion, beef head, jock and jester. The favorite of maidens, Oko Omoge; my distinct Aso Oke uniform introduces me as a member of the King’s strong men. My pounded yam mounds are as high as mountains and every planting morning, I build two hundred of these. In the evening I build three hundred more. I have never returned empty-handed from a visit to the forest – soars and their offspring weep once they hear my footfalls. They must have heard my stories from their fatherless and husbandless neighbours. I am the son of the son of Sango.

Would you join me for a drink now?”
”You spun me an impressive fictional resume all because I told you that I don’t talk to strangers?”
“Tell me your name”
“Okay you’ve earned it. Listen.
The sultry abomination. Psaltry like the song of Yemoja’s first heartbreak…
”Stop giggling like a girl and listen!”
“I’m listening oh!”
I am Enitan, the riddle, the desirable, the delectable, the disastrous. Daughter of the deep. My eyes would subdue your weak will and bring you to your knees. Virgin…
“Would you pay attention?”
“Ehen! Virgin evil; pure darkness; schemer… err, all the things you should be scared of! Look! I haven’t had much practice with this abeg! Can we go for that drink?”
“Only if you tell me your real name.”
“It’s really Enitan.”
“Really? Okay, I’m Deinde. By the way, I think I’ve seen all there is to see at this exhibition, and it looked like you had the same thing in mind when you took your eyes off the walls and started studying the people. Good art by the way.”
“Yea, particularly the silhouettes.”
“I think I preferred the landscape paintings though, especially the watery scenes, very peaceful. So… just off the lobby, we can have all the fun we want. Definitely more quality stuff than the cheap champagne we’re pretending to enjoy here.”
“What do you think about the hors d’oeuvres?”
“Too oily”
“I don’t like that look. Scary.”
“I don’t like that you don’t like my catering.”
“Err… I’m sorry. Okay, I thought the shrimp thing was quite delicious”
“Ha! I was just fucking with you. I just came for the art and it seems you’re here to pick up weak-willed women with your smooth tongue. You must do this often, Mr. Dapper?”
“I like a lady that swears”
“Now did I? Fuck! Oh Pardon me!”
“You look cute the way you do that”
“Oh? Now do I?”
“And she does it again!”
“Let’s get that drink already.”
“You’re as much the ‘teeto’ as I am, I see. Off to the lounge we go, no, off to the restaurant! I think you deserve more of my company. You’ve earned it.”
“Cocky are we? I’d order enough to make you humble. Believe me, I’m good.”
“I’d like to see you try and while you’re at it, I’d love to hear the story behind the name, Enitan”
“Be a gentleman, escort me properly you beef head!”
“You were warned.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Uh huh”
“But seriously, you don’t like my catering?”

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