Use Of Pidgin English ✅
BADDO
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The people of Abeokuta and attaching every item of relevance to their mountains. Well since the name of their dwelling entails living under a mountain, they very much strive to embody it's meaning. The palace of the Alake is a nice sight tho. Its territory is carved off a cluster of conjoined low level mountains which stretch to the area at which I was fighting that werey. As we pass through the entrance that holds two rock pillars opposing each other with white royal symbols painted on it, we notice the evident touch of our invasion on it's environment. With smoke in the air, it's surrounding huts is littered with blue flame, dead abeokuta warriors are all over the floor with our foot soldiers scavenging their possessions. The demeanor of the palace seems more colder than it should be but isn't surprising as the effect comes with the presence of our kind. Half blooded Olossis like me can mask the stench by reverting to our original human form but the pure blood carry the aura always.
Nearing the hall of the seat of the Alake with destroyed potteries and miniature statues all over the ground in front of it, i see our foot soldiers girdle out the Alake's six wives out of their sleeping huts with their children in arms as they shout and beg that the soldiers don't harm them. While looking at them, the youngest of the Alake's wives manages to catchy attention for she seems to be eyeballing with admiration as an intent. I no fit blame am shaa, nah Fafaworaja I be~I can't blame her tho because I am a Fafaworaja. Its not a boast, nah just facts....I fine.
With my skin like fresh agbalumo, I am about 6 and a half feet tall. My face holds a chiseled jaw with a scanty beard to cover and bright brown eyes that are droopy most of the time due to what I smoke. I also have long dreadlocks, usually tied up and the body of an Orisha, not extremely muscular but enough to scare the opposition. My body holds little scars unlike most warriors due to the nature of my Ashe but there's a slash on my chest, a gift from my master when I still treaded the path of gurus.
I take my gaze off her without a response to her luring eye contact. She's actually attractive but she ain't my taste...well most women aren't since HER.
" Be Mine"
Those were the words she said to me when we first met. Never have I been this dog walked emotionally by a woman like she has. Despite how little her touch on me has been, it has such a hold on me to the extent where I don't lust after other women. Me wey be olosho. Partly one of the reasons why I was bent on torturing that cockroach before I were to kill him was due to how angry she seemed when she told me to claim his machete by all means and bring him to her Alive. Well, Májèlé don fuck that one up Shaa but she tends to indulge me more when I misbehave. I haven't had an informal conversation with her for long and this might very much sell me one.
With Májèlé ahead of me, we then take a step into the balcony of the hall. Májèlé then suddenly changes into his Olossi form and stops me with a touch of his palm to my chest.
" The Prince is here Baddo, behave and put on your Olossi form" says Májèlé. While pushing his hand off my chest, I exhaust my dongoyaro of it's last puff and then toss the carcass as I blow the smoke at Májèlé's face. I then move ahead of him into the hall. Aside HER, no one ordains how I live.....No One.