Ann's Point of View (P.O.V)
Song Credit: Omah Lay: Bad influence.
"I know am a bad boy, i no get work
I dey smoke cigar, i dey blow skunk
And i know i get boys, wey dey do runs
We dey tie jigga, and we dey shoot gun
I know you wan help us, make we try turn
We dey form lover, but we dey fear God
I know father don talk, say make she just drop
But she love me die, she no go hear word
She loves me when am drunk, when am jobless,
She loves me when am lost even when i no need love yeah.
She loves me like damn,
Like damn damn damn like damn damn damn damn damn damn damn".
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'So, guys turned men, tell us what Patwadi means, and what dialect it's in. Because, I'm a zillion percentage sure it ain't English, Spanish, Italian, French, Yoruba, Igbo, Hausa or my own native Ijaw tribe. The word sounds alien, you know...and fucking difficult for my vocal tract to produce, bec..', I interrupted her and gave her a slight warning, well, not a warning, but a warning remembrance.
Careful there!.
'Calla, I remember that I've told you a thousand and one times not to use the 'F' word again. Women who use that word are always seen as irresponsible in the socie...', she cut me off when she burst out laughing so hard at what I said.
See, I warned you. Now she's lost it.
I exchanged a 'What-The-Fuck-Look' with Kyle and Kola, and they both gave me the 'What's-Wrong-With-Her' look in return. I faced Chris and his girlfriend, and the duo were already looking at each other, with the girl flashing an inquisitive look into her boyfriend's glare, and Chris, giving her the 'She's-a-mad-one' eye expression in return.
Calla sure knows how to create and kick start a ruckus!. Excellently brilliant!.
She ended her laugh bout, and shook her head vigorously for a couple of seconds before she spoke.
'Society? You think I care about the society? This society? No, you're mistaking. Because I don't give a damn fuck about what it thinks. I'm going to do anything and everything that pleases me and makes me happy, even if it's the most indecent and illegal thing. Oh, and, you use the 'F' word too, don't you? Don't you Anny?...', she paused and shut her eyelids, let out a sigh and looked all of us one after the other before continuing.
She used the Fuck word again, to you. See, just let her be. She's an unrepentant sinner. Make a move and let's get you some food. Your intestines are thin and dry.
'Anny, nobody uses the 'F' word like you do, does that mean you're irresponsible?. Does it make you less than who you are?. Does it lessen the respect your employees, your business partners, your fans and friends have for you? Has it made your friends love you less or your haters hate you more? Has it made me see you as a whore, or prostitute or something? Has it?', she asked in an evidently angry and high pitched voice, then paused and shrugged before she continued again.
She's gotten into the red zone. Now, everyone thread carefully. Or you get your heads in a grinding mill.
Oh, now that's funny.
'Is anyone here living his life to please the society? So the society can use you as a reference for good examples?. Is there anyone like that here?', she asked and silence ensured for the few minutes she stopped talking, and I think she took that as an answer and then continued to talk.
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Beyond Surface
Romance'You put me on this journey, you know I have a price to pay for it, and then you refused to pay the price with me.' Ann, an internationally successful model and enterpreneur falls in love with Jireh, a filthy wealthy and sinfully handsome young man...
