Prieto had his drink by opening the cork with his teeth. The first gulp, rush down his throat. Nzeribe waited a while, before taking off the cork of his drink. As the ceremony proceed, the musician made magic in his kind of music. Same 'vinco' that played at the Ndokwa league club hosting, made his way to applause from the audience, by dancing round the late woman’s coffin in a traditional dancing style. Bending his waist to some degree to the ground and throwing his hand forward, as if letting of dirt from his fingers to the rhythm of his band players. With his legs shifting sand forward, one step at a time.
At the middle of the occasion, Tina stood and left where she was to sit at Prieto’s canopy. Prieto looking at Tina from the backside, she had on the kind of clothes someone could see her shoulders. Three of her friend, standing beside the row prieto and Nzeribe sat, seeking for recognition. Prieto wanted to make his way to them, but the time to him wasn’t ripe  to make such move, so he stayed glued to his sit. Drinking and feeling nervous, beside Nzeribe. Picking up his own share of bottle of star, gulping it down his throat. Half of his mind was on Tina, looking closely at her back side. Just by the left hand of her shoulder, she had an emblem. The mark like three razor blade mark in rows on her. A thought started growing on prieto mind, that she must be an occultic lady. Not minding if she was, Prieto’s mind was fixed at his chance of working impression on Tina again. This time, having a personal conversation with her became the idea. 
Therefore, he told Nzeribe that he will be having his leave. Nzeribe shifted the chair he was sitting on, so prieto can make his way backwards, but hemoved forward to make and have his leave. With a calculated step, he made his way to where Tina and her friend were and greeted them. He greeted them one after the other in their native dialect, 'otofe'  to Tina he greeted her and said to her, that she is not exempted, in an attempt to let her know that he has his eyes on her. Then, Prieto left the ceremonial ground. Walking in a particular direction, he could observe his way. Looking behind, to know that they were all watching him. He passed and traced back the direction they came from, when coming to the ceremony. With steps agitated, Prieto was high already on the bottle of beer he took. When he got to the street facing where he reside with his mother, he saw her at the frontage of the house.  While  moving close to her, he climbed the squared shaped steps to the building entrance and greeted his mum. His mother started an appraisal, on her son good looks. she asked him if he enjoyed himself at the occasion. He said to her that he did and briefly gisted her about what happen on a surface level. His mother said; I know you’re good looking and handsome with all what you are putting on for the occasion. Let your charm be on young ladies, and not married woman. She said. Prieto was like; well anything goes. Whoever catches up with his interest at the moment, will have to be his bait. He excused his mother, he went inside and change his wears to a casual  looking ones and went to the river to have his bath.
He rode on his mother’s bicycle to the Onoku river beside dredger, and park the bicycle resting it on a short uncompleted fence. He looked around to behold anyone around the river side that evening, but  there was non. He searched his pocket and brought out some blunt. He wrapped it in a slitted paper cut he made, just incase he runs out of rizla. In quick roll, after packing the weed  in the paper he sealed it up with saliva. Putting the weed on the cloth he pulled  on the bicycle and went for a swim. Slowly, he path the waters and suspended the whole of his body into the river. Again and again at a suitable feel of cold to his body, shivering in frenzy.  coming out feeling cleaned and refreshed. Lifting his face up to the clouds and breathing in fresh air, his hands brushed over his hair and face. Taking a work to where he packed the bicycle beside the wall, he uncovererd the place he kept his blunt with wet hands. Placing the already rolled blunt to his mouth, to have it spark up by the tip. The smoke flames escaping to the air like it’s traveling on tour. He would, move close to the river bank, and find somewhere suitable for him to sit. While watching out for some fingerlings fishes, swimming to the river bank.
This particular day, he’s response to the smoke he was inhaling was to the thought of what happened at the ceremony. The way Tina and her friends left where they where sitting at the canopy to joint their own canopy with Nzeribe, was amusing to him. To his perception, he believes they came to his own clouds of charisma. He laughted to himself, all alone at the river bank. To his curious mind, he still meditated about Tina’s lips, as he kept puffing out lots of smoke to the air with tinted blood shot eyes. His privacy came suitable to him. Talking all alone to himself, saying; fuck the world. This nigga aint Shit men! with a noisy laughter. Joyous in thought, dragging and puffing on his blunt in excitement. Silencing his mood in motion. Till all the blunt in his hands burn out. Cooling the effect with Benson and hedges cigarette. Four days passed, Prieto could not recollect his bearing, he was lost away from the hands of timing.