Showing posts with label Koko. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Koko. Show all posts
Monday, 8 August 2016
Monday, 1 August 2016
Chronicles of Koko 4
“Where’s Hamza”
Hamza used to live two streets
away from my house. His best friend, Kola happened to be my flatmate. We lived
in a four bedroom flat; three rooms were occupied by ladies and only one with
guys. Hamza was always at our house so we were all used to him. I was watching
a movie in my room one day when my flat mate, Cynthia came in looking worried. I
sat up and waited for her to say something.
Monday, 25 July 2016
Chronicles of Koko 3
“Koko, Fetch!”
Koko gradually became a menace to
us all. She was still mean little Koko after all. She barked at our visitors
and paraded the hallway like she paid our rent. Koko had hierarchy of respect;
top of the ladder was of course her father, Hamza. Then Hamza’s best friend
Kola and their other close friends. The rest of us in the house followed far
behind. Koko had been taught to “fetch!” The things she really loved to fetch
were plastic bottles, Hamza’s palm slippers’ and persons. Koko also had a
strong grip, such that whatever she got between her teeth would be extremely
hard to get back. Her grip was so strong that you could grab whatever she had
in her teeth, lift her up with it, and she would still not let go. We all
imagined her holding on to one’s flesh like that; it was something we all didn’t
want to test.
Monday, 30 May 2016
Chronicles of Koko 2
“Better Pikin.”
Jessica was frying fish in the kitchen one day when Koko
came to sit in the kitchen. Jessica took a head of fish and gave it to her.
“Here Koko. Oya eat and don’t bite me.”
Koko trotted off with the fish. Few minutes later, Hamza
came in to the kitchen with Koko in tow.
“Jessica, did you give Koko fish?”
Sunday, 1 May 2016
Chronicles of Koko
HI KENDRA
.
First day we met Koko, she was with her adopted sister Kendra. Both were young and that was all they had in common. Koko had a dark brownish colour, was cute and had a mean attitude. She was very unfriendly and we all did not like her.
Secret Hiding Place
Africa
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