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Death in the pot (Ikù nìnú isásun) A short story


Oni lo'jo áyo re,lo'jo áyo re
lo'jo áyo re,lo'jo áyo re !

A wonderful collection of traditional drum beats as sweet voices filled the air with romantic songs. Family, friends and well wishers exhibits their best dancing steps as they accompany the couple to a waiting decorated jeep. The couples danced joyously as they completed their final walk towards the waiting SUV jeep with majestic steps. At the entrance of the jeep,they gave the crowd what seemed like the last show of a magnificent wedding ceremony as they engaged in a serious French kiss. They then waved at the crowd,and the husband whispered confidently to his newly married wife ; "Ladies first !" The crowd cheers as the couple enters and the jeep zooms off.
Lola weds Dammy !

Pin ! pin ! pin !!!
The driver used the car horn to alert the gateman of their arrival. Just as the gate was opened, new set of visitors cheered the couple as the car went in. And the couple came down to acknowledge the charming numbers.
Office colleagues, neighbours and a few friends and family are present. As some have come with good messages for the couple, some presented packs,wraps,envelopes and many more.
By dusk,the visitors gradually reduced until the merry was done and dusted.
They (visitors) left the couple with prayers and odoriferous aura.

Gtuu !
That's the sound  !
As the Champagne cork shoots to the ceiling,air escapes from the bottle and the liquid bubbled.The couple were exited as they chill at the home bar.
With a scintilla,they cheered as they went down in memory lane. And the last of the analepsis was the talk of the town. The wedding party.

Schmatz-mats-mutz-mua-umuasts !

That was the sound that filled the air some moments later as the couple cuddled in the bed room. The sounds resulting from different kinds of kisses and attempts like  "the lip kiss" "the lip gloss kiss", " the spiderman kiss" , "the butterfly kiss" "the Earlobe" , "Eskimo" and the popular "French kiss" among many others.
As the intimacy doubles,the minds connect. And as the skirt flies,hosen rolls down. And just as the stick points,waiting steadily to shoot,the lotus was equally eager for shower.
That is what I tag sexual-photosynthesis !

As the process continued, the couple moved closer to the bed. With various ideas already winking as they went wild. Clothes grew wings,underwears turned birds !
But as bodies rushed down the track, a horror noise broke the ice.

Kpor !

The sound of a broken black pot. The wife has accidentally kicked a black pot believed to be serving as protection.
Earlier in the day, the groom's mother had brought the pot to the couple, asking them to plant it beside their matrimonial bed for seven ( days ), and it shall protect them from any evil in the marriage. Now the pot is broken !

But just as the couple laments and tried gather the pieces, a giant serpent emerged and stung the husband.

Egbami o !!!
The wife cried as she tried running out of the room. But just as she approached the door, she slipped and died at the spot.

And  just as the police was embarking on their investigation, I woke up !

If you want this story to continue, rebroadcast and pray that my dream comes clear again.

*Story✍🏽 written by Maiyaki Abubakar Damilare*

Maiyaki813@gmail.com

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