Bolanle was my betrothed, aponbepore, Eleyinju ege.
She was a beauty to behold, the one every guy would gladly bring a barn of yams and ten gourds of palm wine for dowry.

Oh, how glamorous she walks in her customised iro and buba laced with cowries made by the famous iya Saka's gifted hands.
Those were the days when she displayed so much elegance in the traditional aso oke, with perfectly styled gele and "tiro" glorifying her smiling face, oh, Bolanle rewa gan, Bolanle was so beautiful!

And then, seven moons passed since Bolanle went to the city,
She came back with some mutilated accents, Bolanle now meows like a cat, she speaks from the nostrils!

My own Bolanle now deride the same "Ujesha" dialect we both sang to each other with every night under the baobab tree along baale's path.
A "gudu morin", "aa jiire bi" from me was now replied with "watafuck ees dait", mo daran, Ibosi ara adugbo!

Bolanle no longer reads love poetry with me anymore, she now talks to her phone like a lunatic, they say it's called "selfish", modaran, is Bolanle now a fish seller? Her mother was known for making Adire ke! And even if she's going to sell fish, is it to a phone nitori Olorun? What happens to taking a stall in Oja oba? Or has the white man increased his witchcraft to the extent he now has markets on phones? Walaful!

Then on a fateful day, I got so angry and decided to go to the city myself to beg whoever Bolanle must have offended over there to forgive her, and if such wouldn't forgive, I was ready to fight them with ibante, the ever effective amulet of our forefathers,coupled with the aluwo, the ring of warriors, Bolanle must be cured of this lunacy.

It's been 7 moons already, and I'm no longer interested in going back to Ayedaade, I had found Nataasa, and she's sweet like the berries in my grandpa's farm by the village stream.

In reality, I now think the real Ayedaade is in the city, what more life could be better than this?

Little did I know the efficacious effectiveness of my village witches, they still followed me to this faraway city, for when I had made about four hundred pounds in 9 months, from working round the clock like an old man's dangling balls, I asked Nataasa to be my wife...

And she asked for her own dowry... Ibosi, is this how the city people behave?
I heard it's called "Proposal"

And when I asked what is it that would make her become the channel through which the nation in my loins would be brought to earth...
Nataasa asked for a selfish-device

She said it's an "eye-phone"

And it costs a thousand pounds

Mogbe! Not even the eyes of the dreaded Osumare, the famed ancient rainbow that rises with the beauty of the heavens, bringer of good fortunes would cost that much!

I remembered Agbabiaka's farmland of 3 hectares is up for sale.
I withdrew my entire four hundred pounds,
And to the village I went.

My forefathers wouldn't forgive me
If I spent my entire life savings on a single skirt.

I will make a few more pounds from the kolanut farm
And marry seven maidens from our neighbouring Iwajowa village, with seven pounds each.

I will have enough to still compete for the ilufemiloye title, and win without a fight, pounds speaking!

"I can not come and kill myself"

Mi o le wa ku!

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lalasticlala , ees not like i have killed a snake o, but you can still move this to permanent site

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