ACROMOTOPHILIA

I loved giving him money whenever I Passed as slowly and stealthily as a Hungry Tiger...

His good hand open in an attempt to collect the Money, eyes filled with gratefulness at the least respite from raging ravenous revengeful hunger...

I stood watching the stump where his Left hand used to be, blasts of testosterone and adrenaline pumped into my System like an I.V Fluid..

I watched the stump which was once a hand go up and down as he begged a rather frigid passerby for a drop of the Chinks... It's immobility doing getup wonders to my rigid "Tool"....

I gave him yet another Naira note of a higher denomination and leaned back on my car wondering how good it will be to shoot my wad all over that blightful stump...

But I dismissed such thoughts and got back into my car, drove like a dove and got to a street corner..

Brought out my tool, and edged to the imagination of the begger with a healed stump that used to be a left hand