Brief

Brief

I am taking a puff from one appearing strange rap of cigarette, which has former wings glue together by simple saliva of Joe.
The dry smell is not being like a true and faithful cigarette to me, so I am now knowing that it is not cigarette. Or may-be it is one old cigarette kept under a period of smelly long timing.
My eyes is glowing like just a one bulb that has been electriked by big enormos transformar, and with this eyes that is glowing like just a one enormos transformar ond bulb, I am seeing Tsukaw telling me to still be swallowing without breathing, no matter what!
I am continuing the breathing in my inside only, and not letting any wind to be coming out from me. In fart, I am swallowing all the strong smoke of strange rap of cigarette is producing his self, and not stopping for one second for obvious breathing! This is having good effect on the boys around me, and they are shearing a laff of me, and rasing their hand and saying the on going timing together as it is counting. And when more timing is counting and I am not breathing, but only swallowing with big bulb eye, some of them screaming nonbelievably.
I am liking this very much, and my stomach is liking it too, because is it giving me more bigness of size to be swallowing the more bitter wind of the strange cigarette.
We and me is now feeling little bit like pretending to be mad, even though I am remembering that the year is being 1998 or may-be 1989.
We shall stop pretending, but first, they [– this ‘they’ is; whole fellas who her here to celebrate birthday of me,] seem not to be yet convincing of our pretending.
I am to be putting uncooked yam in the inside of my mouth, and to be vomiting it on the beautiful clothes of Tsukaw and Ijeun and enybody not been convincing of me.
The way they are running henter skirtier is showing little of them confusing for my action. They are calling on the other celebrants at my party too and all are yelling and screaming and running and laughing. And the laughing is climbing up to my house roof and it is flying away and coming back to cover the blad head of the house.
But I am not stopping to be pretend has if I am true mad.
We too, are not stopping.
The littles one must also be affecting the olders with their convincing of my being in a madness state, but this will be a while before the olders come. So, I am allowing them to be tieing me with the same rope that they are using to hold my birthday goat last knight.
We and me is still pretending to be mad. So that the olders will be believing confusingly that I am true mad.
I am seeing the little spot that is not holding my hands very well, and for a more confusing, I am opening the space of the rope and running freely into the market. This all should be knowed now by you, that it his only for a more confusing of littles one and olders that I am letting looose. So that you will not also be confusing with them that I am real mad.
Market is full of olders, and many of them are pointing and shaking theirs head, even though I am knowing that they are all liking the beautiful birthday clothe that I am whereing. I am thinking of going to bigga market, where many olders will be confusing tooo. But bigga market is Oshodi, and we are all knowing [- this ‘we’ is readers of my story and me and we in my head, now giving me some instructions since I am breathing that old smelly smoky cigarette that is not true and faithful cigarette at all-] that Oshodi is in Lagos.
Three boys now looking of me are making me feel to be stoping this dirty play of confusing littles and olders of me getting real mad, but I still am enjoying myself. Until they come to me with chains and hit Moses rod stick on my dirty playing head, which is now causing me to be feeling dizzzy and to be falling into a sleep.
But that shot drama and sweet shot sleep that I am telling you about is not occurring in one single day, because when I am to be opening my eyes in which is being like two minute sleep after one boy hit Moses rod stick on my head. I am to be hearing that I am waking up in Kachaki [– Oh! You are not laughing because you are not knowing that Kachaki is in Kaduna State,] which is why I am being telling you earlier that Oshodi is in Lagos. And to me nonbelivably, I am realizing that I am true true being mad for 7 years. When to me, everything happen in a just two hours after swallowing all the smoke stinking smell of just one not cigarette!!!
THE END



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