[STORY STORY] NAANKUS EPISODE ONE || A STORY SERIES BY MANJAJA ||

Hers was a story of a candle that went out too soon. A battle lost before ever being fought. A lamp oiled but snuffed out forever.

Naankus was my spec. No, the story didn't start from the beginning...

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I was 13 years old when I first saw Naankus. They'd relocated to my area from another. I was to later discover her dad just retired from the army and they were back to occupy the house he had sent money to build in the village over the years.

Her dad, though uneducated had joined the army during what we called "Lek Biafara", literally meaning "Biafran War. There seemed to have been a deficit in the army of Nigeria and the then Head of State, Yakubu Gowon had sent to mobilize as many men as possible into the army.

Her dad, one eyed, we learned he lost one of his eyes at the battlefront. What we didn't understand is whether it was Nigeria fighting against Biafra or there was a war in the Igbo land they needed soldiers to tame, same with today's Boko Haram in the northern part of Nigeria.

I was one of the smartest kids around, so I was fond of asking really deep questions, deeper than my age.

One day, I asked my dad "If Biafra is not a country, why would the Nigerian government mobilize soldiers to fight against it? Can a country fight against itself?".

"When you grow up, you will understand, my boy", that's what dad said.

At 7, I had fallen in love with my Sunday school teacher. At 9, I fell in love yet again and at 13, Naankus came around. Let's just say, I grew up falling in love 😁

People say we fall genuinely in love first with souls then their bodies. I think I fell in love first with her body...and I'm so proud I did. Shamelessly proud.

Let me explain to you. Sit down first, you could get an erection if you're a man 😁

She had the smoothest skin I've ever seen. Smoother than the flow of red wine. Smoother than the fur of a well-bathed pet. Her breast, pointing as though into the brightness of the future. Every damn time, I can't help but wish I were the clothes under which they breath. And her backside. They say "Behind every successful man is a woman", I say "No, if that woman is Naankus, I'd rather be the one behind." the rhythm with which those butts shake as she majestically walks, the sync with the clapping of her shoes under her carefully moulded legs... I was a church boy, so my only way of letting out my amazement would be "Oh God, you Sabi create!"

I was at a point in my life's journey where I thought every dream in my heart can come true. I dreamt of feeding nations while yet we could hardly see food to eat. No one penalized me for that all the years, so I had the temerity to dream dreams about Naankus. Yes, that's the only place where no one would punish me for fondling with her endowments that we all could only praise in our minds.