Your Identity
My father tells me
As often as he can
"Know God"
"Seek him, you'd find him"
And every passing day,
I realise why;
You're his first
Even before you're yours
Motolani
ON THE STREETS OF LAGOS
Basira, the daughter of Iya Basira OniParaga, is one of the girls that allow agberos to by force her. I wonder why they speak of it as by force since Basira giggles like a wild duck on honeymoon during the act. In my understanding, whatever you enjoy is not forced. At least that is what our English said when a schoolboy told us his Mother forced him to eat his favorite food every day. Hearing Basira's cherry moan amongst parked cars is everything but by force. Right, what does a boy know? Everyone in the Lungu knew Basira's gist. Well, except, of course, her very Mother. If she knew, she never let it on because Iya Basira was only in the second position to my Mother in curses and fake enmity. Lizards in the wall cracks carry on the tale of Basira's numerous by force escapades. Denial is just denial. That woman has heard the stories; she is lying to herself. On this day, Basira and one of these no do-gooders were sh...
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