By Odolaye Aremu
The home is aptly quiet. Those Rugrats- our kids have gone to visit their grandparents- Muni’s folks. Idowu Animasaun, the Apola King is literally, rhythmically banging at my sweet spot with his musical “2 by 4”.
The gentle burst of air emanating from Muni’s mass as she approached me, sitting in my usual corner- a while ago jolted me back to my senses. From the corner of my eye, I saw her walk towards the refrigerator, which stands backing a wallspace, a few meters diagonally from my line of sight. At that position, Muni essentially stood to open the fridge, with her back turned towards me.
She stood, locked her bilateral lower extremities at the knees- to automatically snap both calves in a way to give her mass- the utmost balance to allow her carry on her immediate assignment. Right before my eyes- in a way I’d never noticed before- till that moment, her buttocks gently descended, they spread apart to rest on her lower body as if to stabilize her gait and to evenly ease-off her erstwhile active energetic disposition. It’s a combination of Physics, Biology, Anatomy and Physiology and a shred of elegance.
It instantly brought the imagery of the classic aerodynamic, futuristic, French built automobile- Citroën DS to mind. It’s hydropneumatic self-leveling suspension was as graceful as Muni’s heavily descended Apple-bottom. That wonderful mechanism was probably developed, by Paul Mages in several scenes of watching curvy women stop and go. It must have been African women as France is indeed a “beautiful girl lacking curves, and denied of necessary contours”.
I never could afford the car, but its my joy and pride to put a bonafide claim on the woman- her lock, her stock, and her wonderful derriere!
And that’s what’s on my mind this doggone minute FB!
