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Oo Baby-dobidoo👶


I watched her chew on her bread like it was a slice of Pizza. The margarine curled up on the sides of her lips, she cared less about the flies doing the Shaku on her shoulder. Her bag, heavy, she lapped it at an incline to the driver's seat. She was a 12.. I think.

I don't know the assortment of sounds babies can do, but I know a happy one when I hear it. This was a boy baby, yet- to-be-a-father baby. Baby hair, baby smell, why can't I ever recall my baby self? The earth is flat. Okay. Was inflated with air as population increased, it's now a ball. Okay.
Who cares? The transition remains the same - Baby, Adolescent, Young Adult, Adult, Aged. BAYAAA! Jeez, I wish that rhymed. I wish I was told that ibuprofen may be my pal in my second decade.

"What's your vision in life? Why do you exist? Where do you see yourself in the next 10 years?" I questioned in my mind. To no one in particular. It was even in vernacular. He looked me in the eye and dripped a smile. Oh my God! I felt lighter right away. Like last night's mare didn't mean anything. Like the pressure from home to do something useful with my life didn't mean a thing anymore. God! I could watch that smile all day.

His eyes bulged through the sunlight. Rays splattered all over the window seals like spilt milk. The air current swirled the unchained beads of saliva hanging loose from his lower lip anticlockwisely [I had to check my watch to confirm]. Toothless he was, head like his mom's, nose of his dad's. I think he'd look like his grandpa..

[ASIDE]
"You're a grandpa look-alike if you have your mother's head and your father's nose in a mix"
So I was told. Don't Google check.. I already confirmed.

"Nyeeeebambamba akpuuugba nyenyebabuu" he replied... I think.






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