LIKE FATHER LIKE SON!

Posted by Lola on Monday, July 20, 2015 in Memoirs of Honiilols, something close to funny, Worth Blogging Experience | 14 comments

 So I stood...observing; taking in every fine detail. I watched as every male and female made way into the already packed cream-colored duplex. In 2s and 3s, folks arrived. The men sure looked regal dressed in the now trending danshiki - some of them anyways. Most still had on the 'traditional' get-together outfit - casual jeans and shirts with folded sleeves as if folding the sleeves would give the starched shirts which would have looked impressive in a formal setting an approval and the ladies? Leggings and bum shorts ruled the evening.


Still I watched from my perfect vantage spot at the balcony facing the main gate to the house with my gaze reaching as far as the estate entrance itself. Many came empty-handed, a few (home trained you may be tempted to say) came bearing gift. Like I wasn't part of the former group *rolls eyes* You see like everyone else present at *212 Tianiyu Crescent on 19/07/15 asides one, I was a guest - guest of a guest in fact! It was a happy gathering. Birthdays should be solemn but life should also be celebrated and that was the reason for our turn up. We were together to eat and drink what had been prepared/provided by the happy celebrant whose name eludes me at the moment.

Not one with a free disposition towards new people, I chose to observe. Spying colour blends, sexy guys girls I mean and no guy(s) are my preferred but I love looking at girls *winks* I tapped my feet even as my eyes roamed; bouncing off faces. I moved my head and wriggled my waist slightly as Phyno's abasha blared through the speakers. Next thing I knew some guy came to stand beside me, lit a stick and smoked on  and like sugar attracting ant, announcing all it's 'honeyness' to the world his friends drew closer. All cigarette in hand breathing in and breathing out, blowing thick smoke. No surprise there for where there is ice cold beer + plenty shots of whiskey there shall you find----------------- I borrowed myself brain sharp sharp relinquishing my spot to them boys but my roving eyes never gave up its scenery observation & admiration.

In came another group; younger guys with a very cute terrier in trail. The wiry little rascal got everyone 'oohing' and 'aahing' in seconds at its overdose cuteness plus the dog knew commands too! The owner (from his apparent connection and signals) soon brought out a black metal case from his pocket which appeared like a protector of some sort. He had his rolling paper all set, some finely blended substance I could see from where I was and the process began - substance in rolling paper, his spit was the gum-mer...in the mouth it went and the circle of attraction repeated again. A few more guys rolled joint and smoked like they owned the spot. Of course that wasn't the highpoint, the boss (metal case owner himself) took a deep drag and next thing I saw him with his terrier; his hands pushed into his furs, his mouth on his and he breathed the joint-ladened-breath into this cute terrier. That dog became hyperactive and that's no exaggeration! A quick search for what to eat , you should have just seen it prancing.

I smiled. All that came to my mind was LIKE FATHER LIKE SON PET. "Baba amugbo, Omo amugbo" (Father a smoker, son a smoker).





Writer's note - Event was real but address was fictitious
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