Christmas Love

The first time she came into the compound.

It was three months ago.

I was with my friends.

Ola and Peter.

There was something about her steps.

The way she rolled her waists and chewed with little or no care in the world.

She was pure dark skin and very hairy.

She was no brown skin girl.

She was black panther.

Nothing extraordinary about her.

Except the promise of a fuller hips and buttocks.

That was enough for me.

Ignoring us, she moved past us with confidence, as if we were invisible.

Walked right in front of us, swaying her hips and not even given us a second glance.

My friend Ola, wanted to throw a stone at her.

But I stopped him.

"Let her be, you animal." I scolded

He laughed and replied...

"Haha, na ur babe?"

"God punish you..." I said.

And we all laughed.

Our laughter caught her attention, but only for a few seconds and she moved away without a care in the world.

The next time she came to the compound, I offered her the snacks I was eating.

She hungrily devoured it.

Since that day, she kept coming to the compound.

I always gave her food.

Sometimes snacks.

One time, I even gave her pizza.

And so she kept coming for more.

Soon, she was used to my company.

And always came for me most times, swaying her hips suspiciously at me.

She never entered my house.

Always stopped right outside the door.

What did I care.

I didn't want her in my room.

Not yet.

I was bidding my time.

Waiting for the right moment.

Waiting for her to blossom.

And blossom she was blossoming.

By December, she had grown fuller.

Her laps thicker.

Just like I loved them.

Her waists were rounder and her body Fuller.

I was proud.

Even other chicks didn't excite me as she did.

I didn't care for them.

She had all my attention.

Even when she came with three other chicks.

I chased them all away.

Focusing only on her.

I threw the bread I was eating at her.

For a second, I felt bad because I knew I would kill her this Christmas.

The plan was already in motion.

The owner can swear or cry all they want, but this goat that I have been feeding for the past three months will not escape my pot.

She's all mine.

The next time she comes to the compound, I will catch her and slaughter her inside my room.

I, Ola and Peter are in on it.

Christmas don sure for us.

This Christmas, I'm eating goat meat and not chicken.

Merry Christmas Famz.

Hope it's not what you were all thinking.


Christmas Love



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