VOMIT MY RICE
VOMIT MY RICE Hi. I am… nobody. Yeah, perhaps, that should be my name for this course, because this line you are following may lead to my end, I mean if caution is not taken and I come and go and mention my real name in this, uhmm, I still care to write more, may death never cut our long story short. Truthfully, he is not as chubby as I am, but, never you underestimate the power of a taller dude, I agree I’m afraid he’s going to tie my ears to the ceiling fan, set the speed on the highest and watch me roll, roll, roll my boat across the river Jordan, like a portal’s wheel we sang about together, in primary school. We are just three in the circle; myself, Azeez and Abdulsamueldeen, but his mom will insist we call him “Adekunle”, even without her asking why we gave his son such appellation. I am a Christian, Azeez; a Muslim, Abdulsamueldeen was supposed to be a Christian by birth too, but his throat seems longer than his faith. Had it been we knew he would grow up to be this confused, w