Ruyi's World of Books & Stories

At the foot of the huge boulder, the deposit of fine shingles had become a makeshift bed for Mama Sherifatu and the supposed spiritualist, their clothing, heaped together on the sandy earth, now a temporary mattress. She laid on her back, her legs wide apart with the knees drawn up to accommodate the weight of her partner in crime who was busy thrusting in and out in quick successions, the muscles of his exposed buttocks squeezing so tight with every effort. At first, they were so into their sins they didn’t even notice we were at the scene. “Spirit enter into me,” she cried in-between thrusts, “Spirit enter into me and be my protector.”          “Abomination!” Akeke breathed as we stepped into the open and towered over them. I was almost certain he would kick the busy man violently from behind as we closed in on them. “Which spirit is entering into you, Mama Sherifatu?” he spat in resentment, “Spirit of this crook or spirit of Lucifer...

What usefulness is marriage when your partner tells you she does not enjoy sex? And seven months down the line, the monster between your legs remains inactive. But in the next world, you are king. Constantly in dream land where you only have good sex. You could hear her moan in pleasure as she wraps herself under your cover. She was expressive and her long sound reached the gates of heaven. Reaching for the sky and exploding as you cum on her face. You wish the journey never ends. The earth is old and must pass away, but your fantasy must remain. The strokes are beautiful. They were like trees that bowed gently to the sweet movement of the morning breeze. But it was only a dream. Not at the altar with the woman you vowed to spend the rest of your life. At the slightest provocation, you cursed the day you made that vow. What will you do? At Igboelerin, Lagos, a woman went seven months without having sex with her husband. Beaten and broken by excuses, the man who was deprived co...

Long time ago in the jungle, the lion was the king of the entire animal population. It was rumoured that the lion’s breath could kill a dove. Yet, he was a good ruler and the whole animal loved him. The animals were happy and had everything they could ever hope for. They had food and shelter. No animal was permitted to kill another. There was peace. It was forbidden to kill another animal and the penalty was death. Misunderstandings were resolved amicably without the shedding of blood. While the animals lived peacefully, the Sky and the Earth were good friends. One evening, the Sky visited the Earth. He brought gifts and ice cream. There was a faint knock on the door. “Who is that?” asked the Earth. He rose from the bed and sat up. He was about to put the day behind him. “Who do you think?” said a tiny voice, laughing. He pushed the door opened and walked into the house. His presence lit up the house and it almost blinded the Earth. “Good evening, my friend,” Sky greeted. Th...