Yefon: The Red Necklace by Sahndra Dufe

Author:Sahndra Dufe
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: African Pictures International
Published: 2014-05-26T22:00:00+00:00

Ta Mbu kept yapping about my lush buttocks when something grabbed my attention and stopped me in my tracks, completely muting Ta Mbu.

My eyes were glued to a girly-looking Volkswagen coming to a halt right before my eyes. My chest was burning and I touched my shaηg as I watched. It wasn’t the car. I had seen a car before at the parish, so that couldn’t be the reason why my heart was throbbing so loud in my chest and why my shaηg was warming me up.

It was the 6-foot-tall, skinny but curvy, beautiful black woman with single braids in a side bun that stepped out from that car that day that got me. A few other laborers stood up from the grass to watch the spectacle. Some of them used their hands to protect their eyes from the sun, while others just squinted. With a childish squeal, a girl pinched her friend. Her excitement was the outward gesture of the exact thing I was feeling inside.

The shapely woman swooshed her hair to one side, took off her sunglasses, and looked around. She was wearing a long teal wrap dress with fancy black heels and a tan handbag. I can say to you with conviction that if there was such a thing as a girl crush, she would be mine. How could any woman own such indescribable confidence? I wondered as she beckoned to Ma Berka, an obese tomato vendor at the side of the street who also braided hair on the side.

Ma Berka was simply one of the best at braiding hair, and way before Ma resolved to begin braiding my hair, Ma used to take us to Ma Berka to get our hair done. I would tell you that sitting down in between her legs when she braided my hair was tantamount to suffocating. No matter how long I held my breath, the various eye-watering odors I had to endure in the name of plaiting bakala, or rasta braids were nothing to write home about. Simply put, Ma Berka’s private areas smelled like sharp-caked pee.

That is why I would never buy tomatoes from her. But the woman! She spoke to Ma Berka with a voice like the purr of a rich man’s cat.

“Two baskets, please. This way, thank you.”

All of us stared. Our eyes going from the lady to Ma Berka’s large smile. It was like nothing I had ever seen before. A woman from the city! Ma Berka happily carried a basket of tomatoes into the car, her luscious backside swaying from side to side as she returned flashing a brand new note to her friends and to us.

The vehicle drove off towards the direction of the parish, leaving a trail of dust in the air, a dry cough in my throat, and a memory in my heart that I would never disregard. As I stood there watching the space where her car had been, my chest burned with heat and it seemed like my shaηg was

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