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[quote author=authorsegun post=75298088]Season one
Could this be love?

Episode 1





Half way to John's place I took to a treeshade along the road. My skin had been burning in the hot rays beaming from the sky. My handkerchief couldn't take more fluid as I made attempt to wipe my face. I hissed glancing at my armpits and chest region; my shirt had changed from skyblue to navyblue.

My heart flipped as I took a quick step backwards and yelled, "Na road be this!" A motorcycle had just rode past me, stirring the warm air against my face. As if that wasn't enough he turned back and showed me his middle finger.

*Crazy guy!* My face tightened and just before he turned, I whirled my right fore-thumb in circles around my ear, gesticulating my inner voice to him, then I turned only to see that my toes had just missed the tyres of another motorcycle. It was then I noticed the large potholes residing in the middle of the road.

*I'd better leave before I become the newest patient at Igbobi* (a popular orthopedic hospital)

*But why is everywhere so hot today? Well my mother would be the last person to stop cooking with firewood.* flashes of smiles surged out of my face as I remembered the numbers of kerosene stoves I had sent to her in the village.

*Come to think of it, is kerosene not carbon as well?* I chuckled. *Mehn this climate change fight is a joke.*

I wiped the mass of dust that had coated my face, then I reversed out of the tree shade, whined down two buttons of my shirt, adjusted my belt, geared my legs ready and zoomed off.

My names were Taylor Segundo. Please don't think I'm a Ghanaian or worst, a Togolese. There was a reason behind the combination of names. Anyways, I lived in Lagos. should I just say I was from Lagos because I'd lived most of my life there? Well, this most populous black city held most of my memories; the ones I wished never happened and the ones I cherished. Standing six feet tall, people called me Tallest, a name that made my face go shapeless at the sound of it.

"Don't ever in your life call me that name again! " you would hear me smeared most times. But is six feet too tall? My mirror told me 'No' whenever I stood to ask in front of it, but it would go further to answer what I never asked; I was extremely slim. A social media friend had once called me a bag of bones but I swallowed it up because he was giving me hope of moving to America someday, an illusion that I never knew and was ready to take more trash for the greener pasture.

Squatting with my big brother and his family in a single room apartment was like a time bomb only counting to explode me.


tbc.





Can't wait for the next episode, thanks for the invite