Friday 5 January 2018

Sister Priye 2


"So...uh." I began. His good looks were over powering. "Mr...um..."

"Black." He replied. "Richard Black." 
I wiped the side of my mouth, just in case I was drooling and didn't know. 
I got his phone number and email.

Progress.

But he never once stared at my bustline.

Not once. 

I mean it was right there for Christ sakes. What was wrong with him? 

I let the pen drop  and slowly bent to get it.

All he did in response was stare at his watch. 

Nawa o! Dis kine guy!

He never even smiled at me. His expression was very businesslike---like I were an annoying client he was trying to get rid of. 

Monday 1 January 2018

SISTER PRIYE



(THE FOLLOWING TALE IS TOLD FROM THE PERSPECTIVES OF PRIYE AND EKAETTE AKA "EKKY")



"Praise the lord!" Went the pastor.

"Hallelujah!" The congregation responded.

I was tired of standing. My knees hurt and my new shoes were killing me. I stylishly stared at one of four clocks inside the large hall. 

11:45am.

CRAP!

Two more services to go.

How was I going to cope?My eyes hurt, my head hurt and I realized that boiled eggs and beans was a bad idea for breakfast. 

"Bless you, sister." I smiled to a girl going by. 

Now there's a face i haven't seen in awhile. I thought. Not like we were friends or anything. She was just one of those faces you see in church now and then. She wore ugly shoes and her make up was always off. 

But that morning, she looked really nice.

SARAH! Yes, that was her name.

I was still staring at her clothes and lovely shoes when I spotted him.
He was tall, very handsome and clearly worked out alot---if the arms under that shirt were anything to go by. 

And don't get me started on his cologne. When he walked by, I more or less swooned at the scent. 

HUSBAND-MATERIAL ALERT!

Works out, tall, handsome and fashionable.

KA-CHING!


Sister Priye 2

"So...uh." I began. His good looks were over powering. "Mr...um..." "Black." He replied. "Richard Bla...