Wrote This Two Years Ago
Aha ah! Finally a face I know in this strangely familiar crowd, Desmond-fuckin'-Elliot! Feels good seeing somebody I know. Not jus' somebody I know, Desmond is my homeboy! We cool like that. "Hey, Desmond!" I holla.
See, I've been out here a coupla days now.
Been checking out the scene, hangin' out with this fam, rollin' through the sights, digesting all the sounds, sippin' on Smirnoff spin and shit (missed Gordon Spark - my boy Voke, Fiz and 'em knows what I'm talkin' about). One more thing I've been stylishly checkin' out-the boobs on these chicks... and I'ma have to say not bad at all!
Back to Desmond, dude is lookin' suave in a navy blue suit (probably Armani-tailored - my guess, that is. But of course for I know it coulda be from a tailor down his street).
He stands there in the cool mornin' breeze looking for no one in particular and I'm standing here trying subtly to catch his attention, afterall we're from the same neck of the wood... we Nigerians baby!
"Des' wetin dey now?" I call out.
He's still not lookin' at me but then, it appears homeboy is in a permanent state of inertia... like somebody put him in a spell.
A call comes through on my celly, takes my attention away from Desmond... done with my call, then I think to myself well, maybe Desmond's not someone I know personally but you see, when you are where I stand right now you'd feel the same way, right?
Desmond-fuckin'-Elliot on a pirated DVD cover out here in...!
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