TALES FROM THE CITIES.

JOB SECURITY.   The bearer of bad news had dropped the bombshell. The women murmured amongst themselves “Sacked, after many years of working here.” Agatha said looking downcast. “Na so I hear.” The harbinger of the sad news said “I would have said you people should talk to Aunty, but she is still mourning her father.”…the women agreed, ever since, they have been under the mercy of Chief Anthony. The women discussed amongst themselves. They all seemed to accept their fate – unemployment after many years of service in the mansion.   Meanwhile Chief Anthony, sitting in the study went through the list of staff and their salaries, and also the roles each staff was undertaking. The harbinger of bad news, rushed to where he had left the women and relayed the new information to them “for some reason he marked some of your names.”… “Whose names did he mark?” the women inquired “and even much more importantly, why?” Agatha asked. But the man sighed, realizing he had said more th...

  LONGER THROAT. Yinka did his job as a professional. Monday mornings, he was at the Philips compound to begin his week-long detail as the Millionaires security detail. Friday evenings, he was out there as soon as his boss let him go. His Saturdays and Sundays were his most treasured days, where he got to see Ifeoma, his wife. In the huge mansion, they were the only two apart from the staff that worked in the mansion – his friend had mentioned that the man had only recently got married, having been a bachelor for so long. The only consolation Yinka got from the boring job, was seeing the petite wife of his boss, Mrs. Shade Philips - a specimen, a specimen of voluptuousness. Short but endowed with the widest hips that Yinka had ever seen till date. When the woman walked, her buttocks didn’t gyrate, they were disciplined in their motions but they protruded outwards. The bodyguards in their free time, gossiped about their boss’s wife. It was generally agreed that the Chi...

 SWEET VENOM. The men gathered together around the round plastic table, as they drank and gossiped about the voluptuous women in the community. ‘Come on guys, that’s harsh.’ Chief Matthias chastised his friends ‘we are beautiful in the sight of the Lord, and besides, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.’ The man said sipping his palm wine. The subject of discussion was Idara, a tall woman with a face that was not pleasant to behold but in every other aspects she could go toe-to-toe with the members of the Go-Getters Club in the community. Her wide hips were the subject of silent conversations, her enormous buttocks the cause of emptied penises, emptied of their semen as the men jerked at their sight in hidden places – as driven by lust as they were, the men were weary of coming close to her…bad things happening to whoever came close to her, which never seemed to affect her husband though…perhaps it was tales spurned by concerned wives to keep their lecherous husbands away from...