My Young Friend

Today, I met a boy. He couldn’t have been more than ten years of age and he was pretty small. He smiled at me and like any bored adult I smiled back. We kept sneaking glances at each other and when I got tired of that, I waved him over. To say he was bright would be underestimating him. He knew all the right things to say, a typical Yoruba Demon in the making. He made me laugh, blush and think. He complimented my outfit, told me just how awesome he thought my smile was and asked me to marry … Continue reading My Young Friend