She turned heads as she swung her massive hips past the bush-bar in Ikeja. It was dark and I was a little tipsy, but I saw the hips. They looked like my wife’s, only firmer and more elegant. Younger definitely.
Must be the alcohol because all my life I never did this before. But I stood up and stumbled after her, amid jeers and spurs from my drunk friends.
‘Hey beautiful… Excuse me please.’
An alarm went off in my head and the booze cleared immediately when she turned. I stood there staring back at my wife’s kid sister!