Kreative Korner

  Embarking on the decision on becoming a ‘bunna man’, must be one that has been completely contemplated of the risks, and trust me they are many. As my experiences blossom and brought forth every climax which is the fruit of my labor, there arises  the  risk of  negative exter nalities. Being a Bunna Man is one thing. However, being the Bunna Man of a female whose partner is a gangster or her father or grandfather is an area don, was apparently a risk I enjoyed meddling with. Have you ever heard the phrase “don’t trust a pretty face?” Well, if you have not, take it from me. If she’s too pretty, run, she a problem! So there I was, minding my own business on public transportation one night heading home from school. As the responsible student leader I was, I attempted to guide and mold a few younger boys, as an older woman caught their eyes, however, they were too shy to cease the opportunity. In trying to be a good role model for the boys, I sat beside the lady and wa...

  Later that night, I received an image sent to my phone from an unfamiliar contact number, with the caption “you were right.” It was the gorgeous female from downtown that copped the shorts, and can I tell you, it did make her bottom more rounded. After a few compliments, and making her smile again, I asked to see her, which she surprisingly agreed to. “Can my Christmas get any merrier than this?” I thought to myself as I told her goodnight and went to bed. The following morning, I realized I was the only one home, so I quickly did some mild cleaning as a few things were out of place in my room. Had a quick, but thorough shower and searched for my best ‘yard clothes’ that looked almost decent enough to be worn as ‘Sunday’s best’. Before I was done getting dressed, my phone rang, and it was her. The blood started gushing all over my body, my knees trembled a bit, and she could hear the beat of my heart through the phone. “Good morning Shortie, where you going to meet me?” she asked...