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topup:
I liked doyin13's extract

hehehehehe. . . . .

There is a lot more from where that came from. .

I suggest we talk about my creative insights over drinks, . , . . . .

tpia:
first you need to define where the sublety is in the piece, and also where is the seduction. The title is interesting, but doesnt match the content. as in, its rather misleading.

Seduction:
Traditionally, the word implied leading someone astray, as when a woman lured a man into a sexual relationship. In contemporary usage, seduction is frequently used more broadly as a synonym for the act of charming someone—male or female—by an appeal to the senses. The seducing agent may even be nonhuman, such as music or food.


Subtle:

fine or delicate in meaning or intent; difficult to perceive or understand: subtle irony. 
3. delicate or faint and mysterious: a subtle smile. 
4. requiring mental acuteness, penetration, or discernment: a subtle philosophy. 
5. characterized by mental acuteness or penetration: a subtle understanding. 
6. cunning, wily, or crafty: a subtle liar. 
7. insidious in operation: subtle poison. 
8. skillful, clever, or ingenious: a subtle painter



The seduction is supposed to happen before the sex or pre-intimacy- often before the man or woman consciously falls for the seducer. Subtlety is supposed to mean something is not obvious. Is that the case here.

See Critique

One of the enduring memories of many African childhoods I am sure, are those folktales, you know those of the crafty tortoise, the speedy hare or the proud peacock. I had the benefit of having been involved in one, although of a tragic sort. I fear you might find mine mundane compared with those exotic childhood fables, but it is mine and dear to me and hopefully you will find it entertaining.

Chickens are the principal actors in this tale, and no surprise, cause many familiies, urban or otherwise often rear poultry for various reasons. We had a full sized shed in those days. A modest effort for not even part time farmers. I guess it was just to keep my housewife mum busy, and she had a good go at it. She sold some, but we ate most. It was always going to be a stretch trying to manage a poultry business with five budding males to feed including Dad. But prior to their consumption the chickens had us entertained. Feeding them in the mornings, they would clamber all over each other to get to the meal, a poultry stampede if you like. I think we humans can learn a lot from chickens when it comes to stampedes. We never lost one single chicken to these mornig rituals, shocking when you consider the tragic tales from India during their religious festivals.

The chickens had to be separated of course, there being different types and all. You had the layers, the broilers and ‘the agric’ etc. The last was a name pecuiliar to we Nigerians I reckon, you know we Nigerians are very good at that, giving nicknames and all. Funny thing was agric in urban Yoruba parlance also was used to describe someone with soft bones, a weakling. A chap with no cahoonies. I would know cause my Grandma used to call me that. The old woman loved me to bits but she could tease like they was no tomorrow.

Oh well, I never minded the ‘agric’ moniker cause our shed was ruled by one of the ‘agric’ group. We named him King Kong, a big bustling bull of a chicken he was. His black spotted coat glistened in the sun I swear, and his crow rang loudest in the morning. His harem was the largest and none of the other male chickens dared to disturb his partners, and when any did, they paid for it. I remember once while playing in the backyard, one of the pretenders to the ‘King of the Shed’ throne was having a go at climbing a member of King Kong’s harem. She gave a good fight she did, but she was no match for the Hot bastard. King Kong was somewhere else at the time, so the usurper was trying to have his cake and eat and more besides. The female gave a loud cry she did, and what do you know, there was the impressive sight of King Kong, all chicken sinews taut, aerodynamic wings, he glided across the ground, a . I can remember watching with music playing in my head. You know that Chariots of Fire theme, ta ta na na ta ta na na na, it was the perfect backdrop to the scene. The cowardly chicken didn’t even put up a fight. It simply skittered away, a stark contrast to King Kong’s entree. . . . . .