KONGI II (He Was More)

How did we meet? 

Well, one of those days with lack of road options, I had to journey through Kongi’s street, dead late in the night, my phones were down, I had a flat battery from watching movies to keep myself company in the classic Lagos traffic, It had rained thus the other optional route was a no-go area, I prayed the rosary trying to pass Kongi’s street, notorious for its presence of vices,  a week before then was a story of a man who was killed and dismembered on the street. It was a bad idea but the only one I had, no street lights, soft ambiance of different local Fuji music playing through stereos in houses, I had not journeyed far when I saw a woman run out of the house with just wrappers on refusing to oblige her supposed husband sex - she called attention the attention of the unbothered neighbors to come to her aid, she complained of her husband’s brutal mannerism of sex, saying his penis is getting too big and he’s seeming tireless when it comes to sex. An interesting gist I would have loved to listen to if It was during the day but the time was against my interest, thus I walked fast away from the scene especially when I saw the supposed husband coming through the door with his manhood trying to tear through his underwear.

Moving forward from the awkwardness, it began to ooze Indian hemp, the signature hood smell, a one bench liquor store by the corner where cheap alcohol was sold, filled with men who clearly did not want to go home, the seller, a plum and fair rascal woman flirting with each one of them according to the amount of money they have spent so far in the night, soft Fuji music playing and every one enjoying their lives, I prayed hard that none of them holler at me because that will be the beginning of my doom, more than 16 drunk men in the hood at night, my vagina ran dry at the thought of it. 

I got to the point where I feared the most, the area boys corner where vehicles are parked and men are sleeping in them, I heard snores mixed the croaks from frogs, jumangi set up if you ask me, I squeezed myself through the parked yellow buses and was almost out when I heard the loud yell! 

“Duro mbe!! “ it said 

“Ye! Mo ku o!” Was my reply as I began to shiver