To See is to Believe

The room fell into a heavy, momentary silence as the men processed Walter’s brazen question. The air grew thick with a mixture of surprise and intense desire. Kofi, the stout man who had been so jovial moments before, wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead, his eyes never leaving the rhythmic sway of Walter’s hips.

The three men leaned in toward one another, forming a tight circle as if discussing a high-stakes business merger rather than the provocative proposition before them. They began to speak in their native tongue, their voices dropping to low, rhythmic murmurs that vibrated through the room. "Ó lẹ́wà gan-an (1)," one whispered, his eyes darting toward Walter with a mix of reverence and hunger.

Kofi remained fixed on Walter’s curves until Amadi—a taller, leaner man with sharp, handsome features—interjected. Amadi scoffed loudly, gesturing sharply toward 'Leni's feminine build before looking back at his friend with a challenging smirk. "Ọmọ kùnrin ni! Ṣé o fẹ́ràn ọkùnrin ni? (2)" he challenged, his voice laced with playful mockery.

Kofi didn't look embarrassed; instead, he let out a low, booming chuckle, leaning back in his chair as if the answer were the most obvious thing in the world. He looked back at Walter and then gestured toward the man’s provocative movements. "Ẹ máa sọ bẹ́ẹ̀! (3)" he countered with a wink.

The third man, who had been watching the interaction with a calculating gaze, leaned forward into the light of the hotel room. He seemed less interested in the debate over gender and more focused on the physical reality before them. "Ẹ jẹ́ kí á rí i (4)," he murmured, his deep, gravelly voice cutting through the playful bickering.

Walter might not have understood every word of their debate, but he could certainly feel the shifting energy in the room. He heard the sharp rise in Amadi’s tone and the playful defense from Kofi. To them, the distinction between "he" or "she" seemed to matter less than the sheer magnetic pull of his presence. He stood there, poised and waiting, a playful smirk still dancing on his lips as he awaited their consensus. He was ready to turn their debate into an experience they would never forget. "So, who wants to call dibs?" he finally had the audacity to say.

(1) She is very beautiful.
(2) He is a man! Are you gay?
(3) Don't say that! / Let it be so!
(4) Let us see/find out.