The tan Khaya* kiosk where the soft-faced, busty girl-with-the-hair-like-a-wild-animal retails phone airtime is my final night-time stopover before home. It’s both for the card and the chance to hold her luscious figure in my glassy-eyed gaze and wistfully wonder “there is the love of my life in another world”. Last night I was late, the kiosk was closed and I thought she’d hurried home. Then, as I pulled away, the kiosk began to rock-n-bob, and I heard a gleeful girlie gasp. So, this was home.
*A type of African Mahogany tree
woohoo!
ReplyDeleteKhaya-kiosk-girl getting loved weekend-style!
Maybe not home. Maybe the equivalent of the American motel - a place to rock anonymously! Do you think she rents it out?
ReplyDeleteLol! She was getting her groove on...
ReplyDelete@ Mike (Love Weekend Style)
ReplyDeleteYes, that is what I thought was happening.
@ Graham (American-style motel)
Now you mention it, it may well be a place to rock anonymously. Maybe she does not quite rent it out, but she conducts night business to supplement her income. It is an age-old convenience.
@ Enyonam (Getting her groove on)
At the basic level, I think we can all agree that that was what was up!
ROFLMAO!!! Have you gone back to see her? I bet you see her in a whole new light now ;)
ReplyDelete@ Daixy:
ReplyDeleteUm, I don't exactly go to 'see' her. But, yeah, I'll see her in quite a different light.
Roving eye.....n ears, by the looks of this!
ReplyDelete@ Kwame:
ReplyDeleteNo, this time, my eyes and ears were not roaming. The ... um ... action was happening right there in front of me.