it was a morning in nigeria, rainy season, 1834. my lover had fallen asleep after a rampant night of lovemaking
hungry, i left the hut. drenched by the mist of the season and guided by the red light of the sun i hunted and killed a leopard and dragged the carcass back to our abode
as was customary, i presented the head of the beast to my lover, who was ecstatic and then, in his bedclothes, he ran to the centre of the village and publicly serenaded my prowess in all areas
