Bisiola pounded heavily on the mortar making sure to rid her face of trickling sweats at intervals, she had to make sure she got the best pounded yam hands could make, its not everyday one had a visitor like brother Sikiru.
Bisi like she was fondly called was a dark skinned beauty, curved at the right proportion and in strategic places, her oval faced shaped accommodated her tiny brown eyes, pointed nose and beautiful dimples that reopened with her contagious laughter which usually showcased her perfect dentition, Bisiola was indeed a work of art, one could tell by the rythmic movement her waist produce whenever she walked down the road.

Hailing from a small village in Ogun state, a place she has happened to live all twenty one years of her life, the villagers could not but wonder how a short staggering, frumpy looking man who always had white hairs nibbling out his ill constructed nose placed carelessly on his mal shaped head and an ugly short obese dirty looking woman with a mole the size of her pinky toe hanging down her face could conceive such a child.
Rumour had it once that bisi had been adopted at a faraway orphanage in Ibadan when her parents couldn't conceive after 15 years of marriage, it was true although that Bisi's parent had gone on a long vacation in the said city and came back with a child but no one really knew the background story.
She hurriedly opened the pot checking the simmering soup to see if was done, brother Sikiru was going to be here in a few hours and she had over a million things to be elated about.
The truth is she had over heard her parents while they spoke about the aim of his visit, Sikiru was Baba Ade's son and he had come a long way with the family due to the pleasant friendship between his father and Bisi's. Baba Ade and Bisi's father usually sat over kegs of palm wine after a hard days job in the compound and laughed at as many inside jokes as possible, they would then move to politics questioning certain actions by the government but not leaving the super eagles behind, once in their conversation baba Ade had passively made comments about the youngsters Sikiru and Bisi and how he wouldn't mind the family friendship turning into a reunion and ever since then Bisi's mother had been referred to as in law whenever the two men sat over kegs of palm wine and bush meat.
The long cliché is now gone as Sikiru had moved to the city to stay with his aunty at the age of ten but now he was coming back and he was coming for her, she over heard her father say so! He talked about how Sikiru thought the village limiting to a grown woman like Bisi and indeed he was right Bisi had major flaws that she might not have had if she were to be born in the city, she still had a bit of a pronunciation problem, a lingering accent, and some uncivilized behaviours, thoughts and attitude toward life, though she was physically beautiful it would take a lot of work to get Bisi to a well polished standard.

The loud laughter of her mother from their tiny house shook her imaginations back to reality, she sees the coal beneath the pot is almost gone but does nothing about this, rather she stares blankly in the air anticipating her trip to Lagos, the day dream of a new life consuming her every thought. She was going to the city! http://uncircumcisedwriter..com/2015/03/how-it-all-started-with-bisiola.html?m=1