MOTEL BLUES (part One) *** “I go marry next year”, Bella said in her fabulous pidgin as she busied by the dressing mirror. I froze as her words hit me. She instinctively turned my way and continued. “I don dey old for hia. I no for tell anoda babe, buh you be my padi. I trust u finis”. Her face was angelic. Strands of the Brazilian weave she fixed over her husk-like hair curled around her ear lobes. The undergrowth was showing- stiff and wispy, at the ridge of her forehead. We gazed at each other for a long while. “Who go marry you?”, I asked, patronizing her. “Normal things- person go show. But if nobody wan serious, I go kokoma find my way. I still get dey glitz- you know… Oga Chris dey even talk am”, she concluded, turning her face back to the mirror. She was beginning to apply mascara. Something to hide the age-lines that etched across her beautiful face. I felt pity for her at first. *if you are done readin this part please alert me, so i would continue#