Saturday, August 7, 2010

The Rocking-Kiosk Girl

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


  1. woohoo!
    Khaya-kiosk-girl getting loved weekend-style!

  2. Maybe not home. Maybe the equivalent of the American motel - a place to rock anonymously! Do you think she rents it out?

  3. Lol! She was getting her groove on...

  4. @ Mike (Love Weekend Style)
    Yes, 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!

  5. ROFLMAO!!! Have you gone back to see her? I bet you see her in a whole new light now ;)

  6. @ Daixy:
    Um, I don't exactly go to 'see' her. But, yeah, I'll see her in quite a different light.

  7. Kwame Mensa-Bonsu08 August, 2010

    Roving eye.....n ears, by the looks of this!

  8. @ Kwame:

    No, this time, my eyes and ears were not roaming. The ... um ... action was happening right there in front of me.


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