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The African Street Writer

by Oluwaseyi Oluyole

I am twelve years old; I don’t know what I am. All I know is my appetite for blood is insatiable and my love for evil seems eternal. Whenever mum cooks her delicious meals it no longer appeals to me because it is not as sweet and intoxicating as the blood I get to suck every night. Like the bible begins from genesis, it all began on my tenth birthday. Grandma had come visiting and like a mother hen goes about with her chicks she came with her goodies. Those goodies that always made my tummy sing ‘bum sha sha’. I loved Grandma irrespective of the way she scorned mum and how mum scoffed at her presence. They were my favorite women.

Whenever grandma came, it was like she brought some amount of tension with her delicious goodies.

Dad would ask ‘mama ki le wa…

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