Aremu,
the juju singer, sat in the middle of the traven with his guitar and
band crew, standing very close at his back. He talked the Juju out of
his mouth and the drummers beat the skin like it was their last day.
They sweated, laughed, gambled and even diluted that night with
beautiful maiden. It was indeed a very beautiful day of the early 1940s.
The
Casanova, Aremu, sighted sir Hugton around the bar from afar and hailed
him with his melodious voice as a semi god after Governor Author
Richard. He sang this repeatedly into the ear of sir Hugton. Aremu then
turned his dancing tongue to Sarah, who he had named his Arewa. He sang
to her and whilst she enjoyed the highlife from the beautiful night even
though she understands the Yoruba demon’s language not. She gave a
glimpse at her father and cross her legs with her palm below her chin.
Sir Hughton who was watching from afar gave a fake smile and called out
for his daughter.
“Can we go home now…?” Hughton said jealously
“Oh
yes father…” Sarah said and waved to Aremu who was sitting like a
lonely man yet surrounded by uniformed crowd. Sarah winked at him. And
as if that was enough, she moved closer, gave him a kiss on his left
cheek and drop some notes beside his left foot. The drummers jubilated
and the aroused more energetically while beating the drum. Aremu smiled
and tried to kiss her. She moved three steps backward, staggered and
chuckled. She grabbed her blouse and quickly but happily run back to her
father who had been waiting at the exit door since.
“What father!” she asked her angry father…
 By: Abdulrazaq Luqman){kind=link}
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