“Why do you think your village people have moved in with you?”
“For obvious reasons. My bed feels heavier and I can’t sleep wide like I used to. Someone is spiritually sharing my space with me.”
I start to scribble something in my notepad.
“What are you writing, Boma?”
I raise a hand and finish. When I am done, I hand her the list. There’s a puzzled look on her fine face.
“Anointing oil, local sponge, black soap and china white…”
“I even forgot palm oil and yam sef.”
“I am going for spiritual cleansing.”
I am out of the door before she can blink. And right now, as I drive all the way to a beach on the outskirts, all I can think of is my spiritual cleansing.
Since I never last on any job, let’s play this like a movie. A real movie.
Title: Disgracing Bomaventure; The Grammy Edition.
Genre: Comedy (if you do not possess a heart or have the ability to use one), Tragedy (if you can feel)
Year of production: 2017 (but since I attract embarrassment like magnet) – whenever.
A Week Before
EXT. RANDOM BEACH – EVENING
Madness and I are sharing a calabash of palmwine when he walks up to us.
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