The Lyrical Breasts

My breasts were one of the things that made my boyfriend like me. He always said it. He wrote songs and he also played the guitar so he wrote many songs about my breasts, he would sing about the curves and the fullness, the lush and feels. But one thing that scared me was that all his private songs always ended with him taking my breasts away. It seemed kinda weird. But the other parts were kinda sweet, so I just let him write and sing them.

A few days ago, he and I were walking at the sidewalk, heading to the cinema and I wore a top that showed my cleavage, mainly because I wanted another song, and he didn't disappoint, he made up a song connected to the movie we were about to see, and as usual, ended it with him taking my breasts away. I tried to ignore it, as always.

Then yesterday, my roommate and I were having dinner, scribbling down parts of our assignment that was due tomorrow and she brought up the breasts song issue.

"But are you sure he's not gay? "
I laughed, then said," He's just a guy, they're obsessed with it "
" Ehn but the way he's always saying he wants to hold it, and he wants to go with it, it's not normal na "
"He's just joking around."
She picked up her phone to reply a text, while she said, "Okay o, don't just come and tell me one day that your breasts aff lost "
I laughed hysterically.
"Oh you're laughing, it's okay, it's a joke now na"
" You sef, don't do mistake and go and write breasts in your note cause it's all you're thinking about.. "
She smiled a bit," Forget it, if Mr Jonah reads something like that in our assignment, it's straight orgasm!"

We both laughed so hard, we stopped writing, till we were just hitting our study tables, gasping for air and laughing loudly.
After a while and when the assignment got really boring, I laid back in my plastic chair and dozed off. Then I dreamt of my boyfriend, he was on a road divider with bundle of roses all around him and he was on one knee with both hands behind him. It was as though he was going to propose, so I ran to him and when I got right in front of him, he pulled out two pocket knives and sliced my breasts off my chest and I woke up panting, and sweating profusely.

"What is it? " my roommate who was still working on her assignment asked.
"Nothing, nothing, is it not this Nepa, they don't want to bring light," I said, half confused and half petrified of what I just saw in my dream.

After a few minutes, I retired to bed, telling myself it was just a nightmare and my mind playing tricks on me.

This morning, I woke up feeling refreshed and happy. I turned to my side to see my roommate, snoring, so I tapped her to wake up since we had classes later today and she grunted and grunted till she finally opened her eyes.

When her eyes fell on me, she retreated back a little bit as though she had seen a ghost.
"What happened?" I asked, leaning forward her.
"Chinyere! Chinyere! "
"What is it! Tell me na! "
She pointed at me and said, "Where's your breasts!"
Out of reflex, I glided my hand over my chest, and felt nothing, just chest.

©Maymunah Kadiri
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