Born2winnx:



It's wack bro.

I stopped after page 15 during the hype I got from your 2014 fans...I was like man I can't go on.. this shit ain't interesting as it seems..


No street vibes..at all





This people just hyping for shitx.


Maybe because I read 2021 das why.


Things have evolved.... this ain't 2014

I feel u bro. I agree totally. Shit!

Born2winnx:


This ain't a bang it's wack

Lol...so this is how celebs feel when people criticize their work.

Months had passed since he lost the chance to go to Lagos under the Chief’s tutelage. Sir Joe had encouraged him as much as he could but he still felt very bad. They had a quarrel the night before and he regretted some of the words he had used against his grandfather.
It had started with a collection of drunkards gathering in the already choked up room. He was trying to calculate the amount of yam he would be exporting to the next village as there had been an increase in demand for his ‘sugar’ yam. There discussion kept disturbing him.
He was forced to tell them to keep it down but was rebuked by one of them whose hair was more green than white.
“Luke, don’t disregard whatever we say here. We might be old and weak but someday you will be like us”, the greenish haired man called Sir Silvanus said.
“But I won’t be a drunk like you people,” Luke replied.
Sir Joe let out a roar of laughter.
“Small boy with the weight of the world on your chest, we don’t drink for the fun of it, we drink so that we can hear what the gods are saying quietly”, Sir Joe corrected.
“Why don’t you just buy a hearing aid like that white reverend that visits from Enugu?” Luke replied with Sarcasm.
“You are filled with anger and mistrust my child. It is not your fault really but how you were born and the kind of life you found yourself in. but that too is not changeable, it is your destiny”.
“God forbid grandpa, my destiny is not to grow old and rot here”.
The collection of drunkards laughed at once as if being controlled by an orchestra. After finishing the Yam, palm oil and salt that he had set aside to eat after coming back from the farm, different gin colored bottles littered the room.
“Your destiny is to be great like I have always told you. You will be greater than the greatest”, Sir Joe said, the stench of alcohol and awkward movement betraying the wise man gait he was trying to form.
“Go and give thanks to the gods,” the greenish haired man added.
Luke frowned.
“You will be so rich that food will be like paper,” Sir Joe continued.
“Why did you not see this kind of positive things about yourself grandpa?” Luke hissed.
“I saw positive things; I saw that I will be swimming in happiness for the rest of my life”,
“Swimming in alcohol is more like it”.
“Why are you filled with so much pain? Why do you invite it when it has not yet come?” Sir Joe asked.
“Pain is living in this village, grandpa. Pain is waking up to the drops of rain on my head because the roof is leaking. Pain is the sound of rats running across my body while I sleep and biting the foreskin of my feet before I wake up. Pain is to be with Electricity and a phone. Pain is to be without someone I can proudly call my family!”
The words had come out of his mouth before he realized. He saw the heartbreak in the eyes of Sir Joe as he immediately dropped his cup of gin.
“Luke, I thought I was your family?”
He tried finding the right words but couldn’t so he stormed out of the room and headed towards the stream.
Now it seemed Sir Joe was keeping malice with him. He didn’t touch the food he had made before going to the farm. Thankfully, he didn’t seem drunk too.
*************************************************************************************Lucas’s Mum walked quickly towards her house. Today was one of the days when the gods had smiled at her. She had visited Oga Michael in his house just before the Plantain plantation as he had always told her too. The thing was she was broke had Lucas hadn’t sent her any money since he travelled to the big city, and she couldn’t bear to farm. It was the work of men and dirty women. So she had had no choice than to succumb to Oga Michael’s flirtations. She was friends with his wife, in fact they were in the same group in church but she had to eat too.
When she got to Oga Michael’s house, he was the only one in. his children and wife had gone to the farm. He wanted to start with the whole story of how he had always loved her but she didn’t have the time. She squeezed her hand between his big stomach and the wrapper which was round his waist and found his manliness. She caressed his balls in a way she was sure her friend never did. When she was certain she had his attention, she went to his bed pulled her wrapper and laid on her back.
Oga Michael heard of how sweet her pvssy was from friends of his in the past. Now as he moved his waist to and fro, he admitted that they had all been correct. His wife was never this lovely even in her youth.
It didn’t last long before he spilled himself gracefully into her. Without much ado, she asked for the money he had promised her if she came around. He handed her the 2000 Naira he had hidden under the bed away from the prying eyes of his eyes.
As she exited his compound, she saw a familiar sight, coming with a basket on her head. She identified the figure as Oga Michael’s wife; she wondered why she came back from the farm so early. Well some people are lazy she told herself as she quickened her footsteps.
When she got to the front of her house, waiting for her was a driver who plighted between the village and Lagos every fortnight. With him was an envelope from her son, Lucas.
As the last piece of 500 Naira was counted making it 25000 , she felt bad for the slight discomfort she still felt between her legs.

The journey to Lagos was not as Long as Lucas had expected it to be. The very few people that had found their way to Lagos usually came back with tales of how difficult the place was for strangers. They said Chief Nicholas never granted an audience to someone he didn’t invite.
He was seated in the Benz with the other helps that travelled down to the village with the Chief, while the Chief and his family travelled in a Landcruiser in front. He noticed the guns being held by the security men travelling with them and was fascinated. He had always wanted to hold a gun and fire it. Ayedade lacked activities that inspired the mind, his mind drifted to Mr. James. He wondered if anyone would have seen his body by now. He had wanted to drag the corpse to the bush but decided to leave it along the part. It was better if people believed that thieves had robbed and killed him.
That was not his first time though.
Lucas remembered when he was a little over 12, and the village vigilantes had paraded a thief. He had been caught the night before, stealing goats from the compound of a widow. The thief was tied to a tree after they found out that he was from the neighboring village. They began negotiating with his people for the return of all the suspected theft of goats he must have committed in the past.
Lucas was fascinated by the fact that a muscular man, notorious by the way his eyes shone could be rendered powerless. In the middle of the night, he sneaked to the tree where the man had been bound and gave him a cup of water. Before long they both became friends as Lucas started taking food to him also.
After two weeks of being tied to the tree, the thief was told that he would he released the next day and handed over to his village. He was overjoyed that night when Lucas came to visit him, he excitedly told him about his impending freedom. Lucas promised to visit him in his village during the next dry season.
When Lucas got home again, he couldn’t sleep. He kept tossing and turning. The thief called Dada had become his friend. So he made sure his mother was fast asleep and tiptoed out of the house again. When Dada saw him, he was glad. He had been thinking of his little friend and how nice Lucas had been to him. But the closer Lucas got the more he wondered if something was wrong. Lucas was walking a a strange way, with shoulders held high and eyes looking straight ahead, no smile no frown.
Lucas was already in front of him when he noticed what he held in his hand. The blade pierced into Dada’s neck, dividing his esophagus, he starting coughing out blood, beside those streaming out from his neck. His eyes opened up with surprise, he never imagined the sweet delicate boy would be the one to kill him. He died with that surprise still in his eyes. That was the first time Lucas had a hard-on.
When he got to his bed, having disposed the knife on his way home, he wondered if he was demonic. The ecstatic rush he felt when he killed the thief was indescribable, but he couldn’t stop feeling guilty. So he closed his eyes and prayed that God forgave him. He promised never to kill another man again.
That was until Mr. James decided to defile his mother. He didn’t see the need to ask God for forgiveness for that one.
The Welcome to Lagos sign he was when their car had gotten to a place called ‘Berger’. The amount of people coming and going was uncountable. He had heard about the population of Lagos but hadn’t expected the amount to be this much at the outskirts. Different girls dressed like the devil’s concubines paraded themselves from every corner of the street. Different cars honked as they all seemed to be in a hurry to the same place. Young and old guys chased the speeding cars with drinks and sausages. Lagos was mad. He loved it.
The Chief was going to Abuja for a meeting, so he was driven to the airport, while the rest of them continued the journey to Victoria Island.
The house that emerged from the driveway was everything they had described it to be and more. Beautiful trees and shrubs designed the compound. It looked like a house from the magazine. Uniformed men and women quickly came to help them with the bags and food stuffs they had brought from the village.
That was when he saw Daniela.
She was slim and had the longest legs he had seen a girl have. Her breast and waist complimented her body to perfection. Her skin was like milk, her lips were like sugar.
“Hello, you must be Lucas. I never knew there were fine guys in that God forsaken village”, she said, extending her hand to him.
Her voice was like music.

Luke walked out of the hall immediately the ceremony was over. The only image in his mind as he approached the stream was Lucas been carried high in the hall. People rushed to hug him and let him know he was their choice. He went to meet him to say his congratulations but Lucas ignored him. That didn’t hurt him, he had expected it.
He immersed himself into the stinging cold stream. Tears from his eyes became one with the water that enveloped him. He didn’t swim; he just allowed the stream to take him.
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Lucas was taken to the residence of Chief Nicholas, where he was briefed on the itinerary of the next day. The last time he entered the premises was when it was being built. He was amazed by the luxury. The ceiling was high; he could smell the richness of the leather clothing the chairs. The night was cold but the AC made the house even colder. A very fat man that he realized was Chief Nicholas’s butler came to inform him that the chief was ready to meet him upstairs.
The Chief had a muscular build with square jaw; he was in his 60s but already had thick grey hair. With him was Daniel, his son.
“Lucas, how are you?”
“Fine sir”, he replied.
“Since we will be travelling first thing tomorrow morning, I wouldn’t want to keep you up for long”,
“Ok sir”
“You should be here by 7:00am. Take this money and give your mother”, he said, extending a brown envelope to him.
Lucas prostrated in thanksgiving.
“Daniel will see you off to the door, good night!”
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It was some minutes past 9pm, when Luke entered the room he shared with Sir Joe. On the table was a bowl of goat meat pepper soup and a cup of palm wine.
“Where have you been?” a worried Sir Joe asked.
“I went for a swim, sir”
“In the night, are you planning to swim to the city?” he said laughing.
Luke didn’t find the joke funny.
“Anyways, I got you a plate of pepper soup and the freshest palm wine ever “,
“I am not hungry, Sir”
He pulled of his damp clothes and lay still, replaying everything that had happened that day. The sound of Sir Joe singing an ancient song thanking the gods for calamities that only last for the the night but bring joy in the morning sent him to sleep.
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Lucas was so excited he couldn’t walk home, instead he ran. He had told his mum he would be spending some time with his friends but instead he changed his mind after meeting the chief. He decided to spend all the time he had left in the village with his mum.
On getting to the front of the door, he was stopped by the sound he was all too familiar with. He waited outside until the grunting of the man who was savagely having sex with his mum stopped. He overhead the man telling her how sweet she was and how he was sure Lucas would become a big Lagos boy. As the man approached the door, Lucas stepped into the darkness provided by a tree adjacent to the house.
He knew Mr. James very well and almost puked when he realized that was the man that just slept with his mum. He quickly understood what the sex was about. In as much as it was done to make his dream come through, he couldn’t quench the rage he felt inside, imagining the man’s dirty hands all over his mum. He wondered if it would continue after he goes to the city.
He followed the clearly satisfied man as he staggered happily through a bush path leading to his compound.
When he couldn’t hear any other sound besides the footsteps of Mr. James and the crickets in the bush, Lucas quickened his pace until he caught up with him.
The first blow from the rock with Lucas, smashed open the back of Mr. James’s head. He fell down immediately with a spread of blood soaking up the cold earth. The second blow killed him.
He threw the rock into the bush and whistled as he walked back the path leading to his house. No one heard or saw anything, he was one with the darkness that led the way.

The town hall was filled to the brim. Food and drinks were in surplus, they were in different variety. People that wondered when they would come across the kind of meal again stashed some in their polythene bags. It was not unusual to see a person with three different plates in front. Children drank soft drinks till their stomach ached. Grown men started constituting nuisance after one too many bottles.
Chief Nicholas sat beside his brother who was the king. Also beside him was his beautiful wife who was from Togo. She spoke with a French accent. The king’s wife was also seated with them. She was beautiful but heavy bleaching had taken its toll on her face. Some local artist performed songs to entertain the people. It was a joyous day.
Most of the young men between the ages of 17 and 22 weren’t drinking with the crowd though; they knew that very soon they would know their fate.
Lucas sat at the middle of the hall with his mother. She was a single parent. The man who impregnated her decided not to marry her after all. Lucas got his looks from her. She was very fine, with a smooth skin like that of the ladies in magazines. She wanted Lucas to go with Chief Nicholas. She could take care of herself. She made a conscious decision not to remarry after she gave birth to her son. After all, what was the purpose of marrying if not to have children? She knew her son Lucas would be great and take her from the village to the city very soon. Chief Nicholas was the answer. Though she had slept with Mr. James with the bad body Odor, she had no regrets because he was among those who would choose. He had promised to help her convince his peers that Lucas was the right choice. She hadn’t expected him to last as long as he did on top of her for his age. His stamina was also commendable. She had promised an encore if her son was chosen.
With a wave of hand, the king signaled for silence in the hall. People scrambled to their seat. Almost everybody had someone they were rooting for. Even Sir Joe, who didn’t like Chief Nicholas, wanted Luke to have it. He knew that was what Luke wanted the most in his life.
Luke didn’t sleep the previous night. He kept imagining himself on the way to the city with Nicholas. Chief Nicholas’s son sat in front with a few of the rich men in the village. His name was Daniel and he rode a sports car. His twin sister never came to the village, her name was Daniela.
“ My Good people of Ayedade, it is time for us to round of this wonderful occasion by announcing who would b going with my brother to the City”, The king said.
Lucas shot a quick look at Luke who was soaked with sweat.
“It was not an easy choice, so we see all of you here as worthy ambassadors. Unfortunately, only one of you can be chosen,” he continued.
Luke’s heart was looking for ways to pound its way out of his chest.
“Whoever is chosen must know this is an investment that must be paid back to the village. He must be hardworking, focused and upright. The journey for the rest of his life begins tomorrow, so I hoped he has packed his bags,” he added with a chuckle.
Luke closed his eyes; he knew the pronouncement was eminent. Lucas held is mother, as she shivered to his touch.
“The council of Elders, being led by Sir Thomas is ready to make the announcement,”
Sir Thomas walked slowly to the front of the hall; he was a very old man whose walking stick was one of a king in the village. Lucas’s mother had thought of fucking him too but she didn’t want to commit murder.
“We the council of elders have made our choice. Let me add that it was done the right way with openness and love all around,” he started.
“Well, I definitely opened my legs”, Lucas’s mum said to herself.
He coughed for about 10 seconds before he continued.
“The young man chosen by the council is lucas Ayeni”

Ultimategeneral:
ok here comes another story. Bt will it last long only time will tell.

it will.

She knelt down in front of him. Besides the earrings dangling beside her cute head, she was as naked as God had created her. Her breasts were perfect, the only looked bigger than her chest because she had very tinny waist. Her right hand massaged the hardening mass underneath his shorts, while the index finger of her left hand robbed against her clits. For the umpteenth time she tried to pull down his zipper but he stopped her. He wanted her to be desperate; he wanted her to want him more than she wanted anybody in the world. Her father was the pastor of the biggest church in the village. He usually boasted about the purity of his daughters from the pulpit and how he expected the young girls in the village to act like them. He had two daughters; the first one was 23 years of age, very beautiful and was the first person to show Lucas how to wear a condom. The second one finally succeeded in pulling down his zipper.
She teased the base of the cap of his penis with her tongue, allowing him grow bigger and fill her mouth, then she closed her mouth around It. Sound of crickets from the bushes surrounding them didn’t mask the soft moan he made when she started sucking him, he looked up at the moon as waves of sensation filled him up.
He stopped her head from moving and told her to get on her feet.
“Don’t come inside me today please, I am not safe”, she pleaded as she placed her hand on the bark of a tree, facing it and shot her waist backwards.
He entered her.
As the strolled towards his house with the smell of wet grass on their skin, she stopped walking and looked into his eyes.
“Lucas, Promise me you won’t forget me if you are chosen tomorrow?”
“You give the best head, I won’t forget that”, he replied smiling.
“Be serious jor”
“I won’t forget you, Favor”
She giggled happily.
“Promise me you will come back and marry me”
“How old are you again?” he asked.
“I am 18,”
“How are you sure I am the one you would want in a year’s time?”
“Lucas, I know you are the one. Remember you told me I was the one too?”
“But that was before we started fucking”
She was shocked. She looked harder to see if he was joking.
“You are telling me this after I gave myself to you?”
This was what he hated most about girls. They acted like the enjoyment wasn’t mutual.
“I gave myself to you too, you know?”
“Did you even ever love me or it was just the sex?” she asked again as they continued the stroll to his house.
“No, but I really like you”
Tears started streaming down her face. Her world was collapsing in front of her. She had dreams, beautiful dreams of spending the rest of her life with him.
“You will rot in hell, Lucas”
He looked at her and smiled. He didn’t believe in spiritual heaven and hell. He wasn’t a superstitious person. But he knew this village was hell and the City was heaven. He was sure of going with Chief Nicholas to heaven while Favor will remain in hell with the rest of the villagers.
“How can you curse with a mouth stained with cum?”
She changed her walking direction to her house, where her father the pastor, was waiting for her.

King of Kings
september, 2016.
Ibadan.
Davidflo.





It was the night before Chief Nicholas would announce the boy he was going to take to the big city with him. Nothing in the way his grandfather sipped the liquid in his cup of gin showed that he was as anxious as he was. Luke couldn’t sleep, the lantern’s orange haze and the smell of kerosene filtered through the one room apartment he shared with the man he called grandpa but others called Sir Joe.
Sir Joe was a wrinkled old man with half his dentition intact. He had a slim built but slightly protruding belly. He had the kind of skin that had been lighter in its earlier days, but now was tanned, not by the sun but by age. Sir Joe was also a chain-smoker and heavy drinker.
Luke loved Sir Joe.
Since when Luke could remember, Sir Joe was the only family he knew. He had told him how his father had died a few weeks after his mother died giving birth to him. A preventable tragedy Sir Joe would always remind him. Lack of money made buying blood impossible for the woman who had complications during delivery. Luke didn’t hold any brief for his poor late parents, he didn’t know them. He knew Sir Joe who had been a carpenter in his early days, a gifted one as people always said but spent most of his money on cigarettes and drinks. They didn’t know he smoked Indian hemp. That was a secret between Luke and Sir Joe. Sir Joe claimed the hemp was to ease the pain he felt from the arthritis he was suffering from.
The room they both occupied consisted of a battered mattress, a wooden chair and table, some buckets and a few very old pots and plates. They cooked with firewood and stones; they took their bath in under the moonlight at the backyard. They flung their nylon wrapped faeces into the bush about 50 miles from their house.
The apartment was among a group of apartments in a compound they referred to as Yard. Luke could hear the voices of the occupants in the next room to theirs. It belonged to Baba Junior. Baba Junior was equally as wretched as Sir Joe, but he had a bicycle never failed to remind the ‘bicycleless’ neighbors of his. His wife, Mama Junior probably had the biggest breast in the village. She was a constant church goer and her prayers usually sounded louder than her moaning whenever Baba Junior ploughed into her. Luke was sure nobody heard of their lovemaking except him because he had very good ears.
“You are going to be a very great man, Luke”, the old man said to Luke as he drained what was left of the schnapps.
Luke didn’t answer. Sir Joe always believed himself to be a prophet whenever the alcohol took over.
“You really don’t need Nicholas to become great. Who even knows the source of the man’s wealth?”
Luke closed his eyes. Chief Nicholas was known as the richest man in the village, his father was the last king before he died and his elder brother took the throne. He moved with politicians in the big city, his house was the biggest in the village and it was rumored that the one in the city was even bigger. He was into intercity transport with more than 150 Luxurious buses. He also had hotels in almost every major city in Nigeria. Luke couldn’t even be bothered by Sir Joe’s insinuations.
What he wanted more than anything in the world was to be chosen by Chief Nicholas. Anybody who followed Chief Nicholas to the city became very rich after some years. More than anything in the world he wanted to be rich. He often wondered what would become of Sir Joe if he is chosen, but he figured out it would mean one less mouth to be fed.
About 3 Years ago, Sir Nicholas announced that he would like to empower youths from the village. So periodically, he would come around and take whoever the council of elders saw as hardworking, loyal and responsible. Someone who could someday, give back to the village too. His name had been whispered around the village as a likely benefactor. They talked about how at his young age, his yam, cocoyam and cassava farm was expanding. Though all the money made from it went to the man that put a roof over his head and actually owned the plot of land, Sir Joe. His Academics was also very good. His WAEC result was excellent, he had a photographic memory. The only snag on his wheel was a boy that always beat him to everything. A boy he wanted to be friends with but never really liked him though their names were similar. He was the most popular boy in the village. His looks, charm and charisma was above every other. He was also very intelligent.
His name was Lucas.

kikayboss:
davidflo am still following this story cos i feel the characters will speak to you soon and you'll continue this piece....


bro this is just too good to be left unfinished.... your other works are brilliant but this one is a perfect work of art that if expressed in painting MONALISA will have nothing nothing on it...

don't stop speaking to your characters , they'll reply someday....




just felt i should remind you have unfinished business here tho...

Thanks...

Sam95:
Davidflo, just let the story go. U are forcing the story. And your plots are beginning to get more widely un correlated. Your dialogues are getting even poorer and struggling to create suspense. My conclusion is that you are lost in how to go about this story. Just let it slip rather than mess ur writing reputation up.

You are actually not far from the truth. The characters have stopped speaking to me, left them for too long.

She pulled her shades, setting it on her cleavage. I couldn’t help but notice the soft swell of her breast.
“Dapo is a bad cook, so I volunteered to make him stew. I don’t like cooking but because of my love for him, I volunteered!”
I sighed internally.
“I made two kinds of stew for him, one was smoother and with a bit of palm oil, while the other was with only groundnut oil. Two kilos of Turkey.”
I was jealous, envious and salivating.
“The big headed boy let me finish before he said he doesn’t feel like eating Turkey, that I should have gotten him pomo”.
Which kind of gist is this, ehn?
“So?”
At that point, somebody bumped into her, forcing her to be pressed against me. My heart started beating again, now it was due to being aroused.
“What do you mean by so? I had to go and get pomo for him.”
“Why are you complaining? You love him, it’s expected you do it for him.”
I wanted her to rebuke me, the ‘were’ girl did not.
“Yes I love him, but love doesn’t mean I will slave for him. My problem is that I see him as a baby…my baby”.
She continued talking but I stopped listening. I just smiled as the wind forced her hair to brush against my face. I could smell her ointments. She kept talking so close to my face, I could taste her breathe.
I started thinking of Bauchi again. I wondered what he would do if he found out that I had screwed Kiki. I wondered if I would ever screw Kiki again. For in as much as I was crazy about Abibia, I would choose to have sex with Kiki over her, though I liked Abibia more. I don’t know if you know what I mean.
Some days ago, I dreamt of Bauchi. In that dream, he was Abibia’s boyfriend. They were in the house while I was at the balcony. I hated most of my dreams.
Staring at Abibia now, with all her love for Dapo and how he was her baby, I wondered if she would have been able to withstand Bauchi as she was effortlessly repelling me. I admitted to myself that Bauchi was the ultimate player, no matter your exposure or status, he brought you to his world. In his world, he was king. I was in Abibia’s world right now, the one she shared with Dapo.
Abibia had stopped talking; she was probably lost in her thoughts too. I decided to act like Bauchi would have.
“Don’t hold the ledge, hold me,” I said.
She was startled. I repeated myself. My heart was beating but for a while, I wanted to be Bauchi.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Yes,” I whispered, holding firmly to mine.
I could see she was excited. She liked the dare.
She threw her free hand around my shoulder first, then let go of the second one and threw it also around me. I used my free hand to pull her to myself like it was the most normal thing in the world.
The fellow hangers around us started making utterances. ‘E lo gba yara’…’Orisi risi’…’awon omo oni sha!’…’baby girl, nna meeeeeen’..
I looked at her, her eyes were closed, and her heart was beating next to mine.
“How do you feel now?” I asked her.
She was pressing her body voluntarily to mine.
“Shhhh don’t spoil the moment”.
I wondered if she could feel the hardness between my legs.
Later that day, after seeing her off to her house, as I was about to leave, she said
“I could grow to love you, but I will stop myself.”
“Why?” I asked
“Because I have a boyfriend. I love Dapo”.
I was about to feel bad, but I remembered I was in Bauchi mode.
“You don’t love Dapo, you just think you do.”
She laughed at me like I was silly, I winked like Bauchi would have.

Things had been awkward between Kiki and me in the house. Since we had sex, I had been looking for an opportunity to bring up the issue with her, but had been unable to.
She had been acting like nothing happened between us. When I stare at her, trying to force a reaction, she would smile at me as if saying ‘why are you looking at me like that’.
Once she was peeling yam in the kitchen, I tried hugging her from behind, she shoved me off without a word.
“Kiki, you know we will have to talk about what happened?” I said, because it was driving me crazy.
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” she replied.
I went back to my room and tried playing the entire scene in my head, I remembered exploding my cum on her butt cheek, I remembered how she lay in bed, chest down, legs spread apart as I sneaked out of her room and back to mine. I remembered not wanting to clean myself up, because I wanted her smell to linger for a while.
Was it all an imagination…was I running mad?
Then I ran the tip of my finger on a scar across my chest, where her teeth mark was still visible, for she had bitten me when I had plunged too deep.
I was therefore glad when she left the house for some days to visit her folks.

Abibia and I met at Oshodi on a very sunny Monday, it was some weeks after our exams and though we met once in a while, I was already giving up on having her. My feelings for her were getting worse though. It hurt that she never stopped talking about her boyfriend called Dapo. Every time, Dapo this….Dapo that. Every time the ache for her became unbearable, I visited Ene and prophesized my fluctuating love towards her. The sex with Ene was a temporary fix. I wondered if I was a player. I wondered if I was like Bauchi, I wondered if cheating on people who held you dear brought a curse.
The more I thought of my past, the more I remembered all the male visitors that visited my mum whenever my dad was out hustling. I remember she would give my sister and I some money to buy sweets so we could leave the house.
Did my dad fucck the neighbour’s wife as my mum had accused?
Those were some of the thoughts that crossed my mind as I watched Abibia walk towards me. Damn! She was beautiful.
While Oge had the kind of beauty that made me want to hug her, Abibia had the kind of beauty that made me want to have her, in all the ways possible. She represented what I had dreamt of; she was from the kind of background that I had fantasized about.
“Sorry I kept you waiting, I was delayed by that rubbish boy!” she said wearing a blue top and a black jean. She had brown shades on.
“I just came myself,” I lied.
There was no need telling her that I had been waiting for her beneath the bridge for a while.
I know she wanted me to ask her about the rubbish boy, but I wouldn’t fall into the trap. Today, Dapo wouldn’t be mentioned.
“ Why did you choose this place for us to meet?” I asked her, as the melodious tunes of recharge card sellers, Gala sellers and sachet water waxed with conductors shouting ‘Agege’.. ‘Egbeda’….’Iyana….’
“There is something I like to do; I didn’t want to do it alone today”.
“What is it?”
“Patience, young man!”
We stood beneath the bridge, I offered her Viju milk but she declined. She said it tasted like the sperm of a diabetic patient. I wondered if Dapo was diabetic.
The distinct sound of an oncoming train, the sound was deafening as it came closer, there was a large chunk of eggroll in my mouth when she said ‘Our ride has arrived’.
“We came here to get on a train?”
“Yes.”
She moved closer to where the train docked and passengers with Oshodi was their destination disembarked.
“Where are we actually going to?” I asked.
“You ask too many questions,” she replied.
People started getting into the train as it let out loud honks, signaling its intention to leave.
“Now, we go to the door of the economy class and hold on to the ledge. Don’t let anybody push you away from your position.”
“If you are broke, I have some money, we can pay for seats,” I said, alarmed.
She chuckled.
The train was about to move when we jumped on. I held the ledge of the door which was left ajar like she did. I noticed a lot of people climbing to the roof of the train and other unconventional places, just to evade paying their fare.
The train started moving, slowly at first, then it picked pace. Hard wind pressed against my face as we moved, passing Ikeja under bridge. We faced each other, her left hand and my right hand above her head. They were the only hold we had to the train, we couldn’t afford to let go off the grip.
“How do you feel?” she asked.
“Truthfully?”
“Yes,” she said.
“I am scared, my heart is beating,” I admitted.
There was joy twinkling in her eyes.
“That is the reason why I come here. I like the fear, I like how my heart beats against my chest, I like being at the edge between life and death.”
“You are very weird, you know?”
“Isn’t that why you adore me?”
“Who says I adore you?”
“You jor!”
“Well I don’t anymore!”
We both laughed. The train was moving faster than I thought a train ever moved and the fear I felt increased.
“Fifi, I have to tell you what Dapo did. I know you don’t want to listen but please listen.”
How ironic it would be if Dapo’s gist was the last I heard before I fell to my death.
“I am listening.”

I was very hungry when I walked into the apartment. The effect of the Malaysian weed was hitting me all over. I liked the feeling. Kiki was in her room, I could hear Ezekiel and some of his friends casting and binding spiritual forces, the kitchen was empty.
I went into Kiki’s room to find her curled up in her bed.
“Howfar na, I am hungry o”, I said, settling beside her.
“You smell funny”.
I remembered Abibia telling me that the Malaysian weed doesn’t leave its smell on the smoker, hmmmmm.
“So there is no food?” I asked again.
“Fifi, I am not your mother,” she said, raising her voice, “Or should I breastfeed you while we are at it?”
I was surprised then I remembered what she had gone through the day before. While mine was physical, hers was deeper.
“Oya no vex”.
I went to her dresser and picked up a paper pack of cornflakes. Her room smelled different from the rest of the house. There was something sensual about it.
“How was your paper, were you able to write well?” she asked.
“Stop asking questions like my mother na,” I replied.
She laughed a little, I was glad I was able to make her loosen up.
“Do you think of Bauchi?” she asked me.
“No,” I lied.
She laughed again like I just said the most foolish thing possible.
“Why did you ask?”
“Because I have started thinking about him again. I know he is not what I need right now but I miss him,” she replied.
“You want him back?” I asked.
“No…I just miss him. It will pass”.
She was wearing a blue lace gown. It was very short as usual.
“You should use pain relievers when you are done with my cornflakes,”
“Yes mummy!”
She punched me lightly on the shoulder as she giggled.
I started tossing the flakes in the air and catching it with my mouth. The weed was making me hyper-active.
Some started falling on her body. She initially ignore until it became a game to see who catches as much as possible. She was cheating as hers didn’t go as high as mine. She got excited and giggled loudly as only a girl would. Some fell on my lips and I wanted to open my mouth to swallow it when she scooped them with her lips. The aroma of her lip gloss filled my nostrils, I could taste her lips on mine. She must have realized what happened for she stopped throwing up the flakes.
Then without knowing what came over me, I turned towards her and claimed her lips. She was stunned for some seconds. She stared at me with shock. I stared back. I knew the deed had already been done and leaving or apologizing wouldn’t help matters. I tried to read what was on her mind but I couldn’t. I couldn’t until she kissed me.
She kissed me deeply at first, her lips crushing mine. She was making sounds that seemed like rage, but in my ears, I interpreted it as passion. I felt a tear roll down her face to my chin as her nails got buried into my back. I found those nipplez I had always thought of. I rolled them between my fore-finger and my thumb before I swallowed the black, thick and rocky mass.
She moaned.
I ran my hand down her soft and warm laps, till I got to her crotch. Hairs that would have been less than two days old bowed against my touch. Her hand was inside my boxers too, she found my preeq almost the same time I found her wetness. She withdrew her hand from my boxers and I thought she was going to stop me.
Instead she held my hand until her fingers were wrapped around my index finger. Slowly, she drove it inside her. The warm softness of her honey pot sent a blistering signal to my manhood. It became so hard, I was almost hurting. Then she stopped.
I removed my finger as we both lay down breathing hard. Then she came on top of me, but in the opposite direction. In one swift motion, she drew down my boxers, exposing my turgid preeq. I folded her gown upwards, exposing the most perfect pair of bum I had ever seen. Gently, she sat on my face while her lips took my preeq. First she licked the tip, then she sucked it, before she took as much as possible in her mouth.
I could taste her, it was not as I had expected. It was erotic and satisfying. My tongue separated the lips of her vee, then I pushed it inwards. She gasped, her saliva turning my preeq to a shiny rod. I thrusted my tongue harder, the tip brushing against her clits. Then I licked her…I licked her like you would lick residue of milk from a bowl. She sucked on….
When I couldn’t hold on anymore, i grabbed her by the waist and pushed her forward until her vee was nestling on top of my rod. She tried sitting on it but her wetness wasn’t enough lubrication yet. She scoped a mouthful of saliva and rubbed it on me, then gently lowered herself. For every inch I entered, she let out a sensual moan. Supporting herself with her knees, Kiki started humping on it. Her nails found my toes, as she tickled them, I got crazier. I sat up and found her boobs, pressed them hard as she let out a collection of moans. I made her lie down on the bed, she spread her legs. As I lowered myself, I could hear her inhale, so I stopped and instead ran my tongue in her again, before putting my rod inside her. I went as far as possible the stopped. I could feel her tremble beneath me.
“You can continue,” she whispered to my ears.
Then I started thumping in and out of her. Finding her lips, her neck…grabbing her shoulders, her breasts…
I came after she had come twice.

The house looked like a hotel.
There was a servant dressed in uniform who met us by the door.
“Welcome ma, I trust your exam went well?” the well trimmed black man asked.
“Yes, Gregory. Meet my friend Fifi, he was involved in an auto- accident. He Almost lost his poor life.”
“Oh, Master Fifi, it must have been a car to head collision?” Gregory asked.
Abiabia immediately started laughing, high-fiving Gregory for his mastery in punch-lines. I shook my head and followed her up the stairs that led to her room.
Without any shame, I must tell you that her room was bigger than my flat. It wasn’t pink like I imagined it would, instead it was filled with wallpapers of rock stars like Hoobastank, Staind and Foo fighters.
“So, what did you do to deserve this type of panel-beating, Fifi?” she asked from the bathroom, leaving the door ajar.
“You are seriously going to ask now, after all the yabs?” I asked as I pulled my sneakers and sat on her bed.
I could hear the shower come on.
“Fifi, do you wanna take a shower with me?” she screamed.
“Where are the drugs, jo?”
“Patience,” she said, singing in bits to the slaps of water hitting her bathroom floor.
“Okay, tell me which drug you want, African or Malaysian?” she asked covering herself with towels, one for her body, and the other for her hair.
“Give me the stronger one. I am in pains.”
She giggled and went to her dresser, coming back with two transparent nylons.
“Is that the drug you were talking about?” I asked.
“Yep, Soldier. The one on my right is African from Akure, while this one is Malaysian. They are both SK.”
The African weed was black in color, with tiny twigs, while the Malaysian was smoother and green in color.
“I promise you, you will feel no pain after you smoke up,” she said, placing the Malaysian on a thin brown paper. Bauchi would have loved to be here.
The way she worked with her hand rolling up the joint was like a professional, I was amazed.
“What if your folks find out?”
“Dad never comes up and mum kicked the bucket a long time ago, so we are safe, young man.”
She smoked for a little while before passing the blunt. It was smooth and calming.
“The beauty about SK over the common weed is that SK doesn’t smell much, it will probably never be perceived outside this room,” she said.
“Who taught you how to smoke?”
“My boyfriend,” she replied.
She asked again about what evil had befallen my face and I told her. She told me about her dad and his mistresses. She told me about her boyfriend and how she loved him. She also said she had been deflowered by her uncle in her toilet during one of the holidays. She was 14.
I told her about Hanatu and My parents, then as the SK hit deeper, I told her about Bauchi and we laughed. We got so high that we talked without really hearing each other.
I felt no pain as she had promised. It was dark when her driver drove me back to the Estate. Just before I left her to sleep, she had kissed me on my broken face, telling me jokes were the only way she knew how to hide pain. That she was sorry that I was attacked.
Just when I was getting to believe her, she said “Sykes, loser!”

I could hear Kiki scream in the background but I could not see her, three guys entered the house with Lekan and immediately started kicking me. I used my hands to cover my face but that left the remaining parts of my body vulnerable. Was kiki laughing? Oh no, she was sobbing and mentioning something about blood. I could hear her call Lekan a beast. I looked up and saw Kiki trying to stoop two of the guys from hitting me. Her gown was going up and down, exposing her unclothedness to the guys that were making most of holding her back… then I passed out as I heard “You no know who we be for this town, ba?”
I dreamt of him again, for the second time that day. We weren’t in the market though, we were in a stadium, he was talking to me excitedly but all I could do was smile back. I couldn’t talk, I was hurt.
When I woke up, I realized I wasn’t the only one on my bed. Kiki was beside me, she was asleep. I tried moving but the pain was breathtaking, my moaning must have woken her up.
“Fifi, thank God you are awake, pele.”
I nodded.
“You see the pain Bauchi put you through, I am sure he is somewhere now, that idiot!”
At this point I should have been angry with him too but I wasn’t. Kiki started crying again.
“I thought Lekan was a gentle man o, that guy is a beast, he even allowed his friends to press my touch me carelessly. Ah, Bauchi will pay for this!”
The next time I woke up, it was morning and Kiki was still in my bed. I was grateful that I was able to move around, I still felt pain but it was better. A broken mirror lying on my table exposed a guy that didn’t look an inch like me. Both of my eyes were swollen and red, almost bloodshot, my cheekbone was swollen too. I chuckled at the site of my lips, they were like a concave and convex red banana lying on-top of each other.
I wondered how disgusting I would look when I went for the day’s Exam but I had no choice, university was a priority now. I splashed two bowls of water on my face, it stung but I was okay. I didn’t bother taking my bath.
On the way to the Exam centre, I couldn’t help but notice people stare at me, children were the worst. They actually pointed. The sun made my eyes born, tears began to roll down my face like I was crying but I wasn’t. The handkerchief I had was soaked with tears and blood, but nothing shocked me than what Abibia said when she saw me.
“You look like a work of art,” she said smiling at me.
“Are you serious right now?” I asked her, wanting to frown but my new features didn’t allow.
“Whoever dealt with you did a nice job.”
“Bleep you!” I said
“Nope, you won’t my dear,” she replied.
I found myself laughing with her though it hurt.
“See you after the Exams, soldier,” she said winking.
A normal person would have shown concern or at least asked what had happened to me. She want normal.
During the exams, my head started banging. I tried my best to concentrate but couldn’t, so I took short naps. After doing the best that I could, I left the hall. Abibia stood up immediately too and caught up with me as I stepped into the hallway.
“Where are you off to now?” she asked with her pen between her lips.
“A clinic I suppose, I need pain killers.”
She removed the pen, acting surprised.
“You know I am a certified nurse, right?”
“No, you aint,” I replied.
She laughed at me.
“Yes, you are right, I am not but I have drugs and they are free,” she said.
“Really, you have them with you now?”
“No silly, in my house. Let’s go.”

The drive to her house was silent; she had a cd walk-man on her lap and a connected earpiece filling her ears with music she seemed to enjoy. That was until we got to one of the finest houses I had ever seen.
“Welcome to my father’s house, soldier!”
“Wow, its beautiful,” I replied.
“Please don’t utter the word ‘beautiful’ while you look like that.”
“You are mad,” I said.
“Who isn’t?” she replied.

On my way home it felt like I was flying. I kept replaying what had transpired between Abibia and me, her words were like honey, except when she mentioned the fact that she had a boyfriend. I wasn’t going to let go of her because of that, my girlfriend was taken from me by a big headed bros called Emma, I don’t care who it was she was seeing. I was smitten.
If only Bauchi was around, he would have told me how to go about it. Some days before, I saw Odogwu and a bunch of fellow miscreants escort a rich politician around the estate. I had waited patiently to see if Bauchi was going to come around, he didn’t. I was disappointed.
I didn’t even know if Kiki was missing him anymore. Different guys came visiting though they didn’t enter her room, I wondered if they entered while I was away though. Since Bauchi left, I noticed that my crush on her had diminished or was it due to Abibia?
The voice that I could hear from my flat wasn’t that of Ezekiel, I wondered who the visitor was as I entered. Ezekiel had been bringing more of his prayer warrior friends to the house, I didn’t even act like I noticed. I also saw a porn magazine in the trash bin, I doubted it belonged to Kiki, the only kind of people who dispose porn are either those who had masturbated too much that their Instruments had started to hurt or people that had backslidden but were ready to surrender to Christ. I suspected Ezekiel.
The face staring at me sent shock waves down my spine. The fact that Kiki was sitting on his leg didn’t in any way reduce the shiver.

“Fifi, how was your paper?” Kiki asked with arms thrown around his shoulder. She was wearing one of those over-sized shirts that must have belonged to Bauchi, she wasn’t wearing any Bra for I could see the big mould shape of her nipplez.
“Fine, very fine,” I replied.
I looked into the eyes of Lekan, and if he recognized me, he didn’t show it.
“Hello Fifi, my name is Lekan,” he said stretching his hand for a handshake. I couldn’t help but notice that they were overly manicured.
“Hello Bros.”
Once again, he acted like he hadn’t seen me before, I was happy. I dashed to my room, shut the door, ran my fingers beneath my bed till I saw the nylon filled with kulikuli. With every crack of the very hard pastry, my heart beat became more regular, till I slept off.
It had been a while that I dreamt of my dad, but I did that afternoon. I was in the market, trying to buy a football and he was the seller. I kept telling him to give me at a discounted price but he refused, smiling. When I finally got the ball, it became an orange and I happily ate it.
I woke up from the dream running my tongue between my lips. Though it was just a dream, it was nice seeing him. The beauty about death was that he never grew older in my head. I listened carefully to be sure that Lekan had left the flat before going to the kitchen in search of anything to eat.
Kiki was frying yam when I got there. But that wasn’t the first thing I noticed, I noticed that she was wearing a gown that should have been worn by a 13yr old. Whenever she stretched to put a piece of sliced yam into the boiling oil, I could see the base of her well shaped bum. I wasn’t infatuated with her anymore didn’t mean I wasn’t sexually attracted to her, I told myself.
“Fifi you are a bad boy, why are you staring at my behind?” Kiki said interrupting the mild blue film playing in my mind.
“Your dress is too short na.”
“Why didn’t you just say I should change it instead of staring at me, I am like your mother in this house o”.
We both laughed.
“Well I decided that since Ezekiel had gone for vigil, I could dress as I wanted, Oga landlord, am I allowed?”
“Over allow dey worry you sef,” I said laughing and trying not to look again.
She also used her left palm to hold the gown in place whenever she stretched. It made the scenery hotter because it tightened the gown around her waist. The way they moved upward when she stretched.
“I will soon be done; you will eat fried yam and ketch-up, yes?”
“Yes na, I am very hungry,” I said, as I went back to my room. I hoped to think of Abibia till the food was ready.
There was a knock on the door that distracted me from kissing her in my mind.
As I opened the door, the fist of Lekan in all its manicured masculinity crashed on my face, I fell.

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The exams went on slowly than I had anticipated. I was just half way through but I was already tired of it. Since Bauchi left, the house had become boring. Kiki was hardly out of her room. Ezekiel was always beaming with excitement, he even had the guts to organise a Saturday fellowship in my house. I missed Bauchi.
Every time I tried to talk to the beautiful girl sitting two rows away, my heart beat clouded my courage; she looked too exquisite for my poor mumblings to make sense to her. Last week, I made up my mind to approach her after the paper, I wore the best shirt I had, sprayed some puffs of Kiki’s perfume. She didn’t show up. She wasn’t offering that subject.
I spotted the Benz drive into the compound, I saw her beautiful hair sheen through the glass, an ache for what I wanted but could not have gripped my soul. As usual she lingered in with the driver for a while before she stepped out of the car, she was wearing an armless gown, with hips that a girl below 20 shouldn’t have.
I counted from 10 backwards and imagined Bauchi was with me and wondered what he would have said if I told him I was scared to talk to a girl. He would definitely have said I was the weakest man since General Diya begged Abacha to spare his life. He hated Oladipo Diya.
As I walked up to her, my heart beat increased, I started perspiring, it was so unlike me. I had no issues like this before. The closer I got to her, I decided that I was just going to keep walking but something happened, I could swear I heard Bauchi say ‘self-servicer’ in my heart. What the hell, after the exams I would probably never see her again, I had nothing to lose.
“Hello, I am Fifi,” I said with hands stretched.
She looked at me with her big brown eyes and smiled.
“That is a peculiar name, are you Ghanaian?”
This is very embarrassing but I should tell you that she left my hand hanging. We were standing in the middle of the compound, under the blistering sun but she didn’t seem to notice, I was beginning to sweat.
“No, I’m Nigerian”.
She smiled and started walking away. After going that far, I wasn’t about to let her slip away.
“You haven’t told me your name,” I said trying to sound offended but making a bad job of it.
She stopped abruptly.
“Look Pipi...”
“It’s Fifi,” I corrected her.
“I really don’t go for the bullshit, you don’t want my name or need it. All you want is to fvck me and show me off to your peers that you have a fine babe, for 3months...3years...?”
I stammered.
“Ermmm, that is not...”
“It is not what? You need my name so we can be friends, because we have everything in common, and we would discuss about music, economy and when I am broke, you will buy me phone units and valentine, I would buy you boxers and singlet?”
“You are wrong,” I replied.
“I am wrong, you don’t want to fvck me?”
She was more beautiful with the ‘I’m talking to an idiot’ expression on her face.
“Not that, I want to fvck you very much but first, I want you to like me”.
Her eyes widened in surprise then she started laughing, I laughed in return until she stopped abruptly.
“Don’t ever talk to me like that again or I will report you for sexual harassment,” she said with a stern look.
I was confused and was finding the perfect reply when she walked into the hall.
I tried to focus on the exam I was writing but I couldn’t, I kept looking at her and how unpredictable and hot she was. Because of her, I could finally push out the thoughts of a heavily pregnant Oge out of my mind. Truth be told, I wasn’t thinking about fvcking her, kissing her had crossed my mind a couple of times but not fvcking her, even when I masturbated, it was with the former thoughts of Oge or Whitney Houston or Tyra Banks, never her.
I gave up ever talking to her again, the sexual harassment brouhaha was enough for me, so after the exam I embarked on my usual stroll to the Estate. Command day secondary school was to my right, it was in the Ojo military cantonment said to be one of the biggest in Africa, all the way from Volks bus-stop to Iyana Iba.
The robberies that occurred along the axis, usually at night wasn’t unconnected to the young guys who took their father’s guns and attacked commuters in traffic or in their homes. Whenever I passed by the school, I walked faster than normal.
“Pipi!” a voice shouted, I wouldn’t have turned if it wasn’t familiar. It was the girl, my new miss world. The Benz stopped in front of me, this time she hopped out faster than normal. To my surprise the driver drove off.
“I didn’t see you standing at the corner as you do every time, waiting for me to pass after my exams,” she said, coming so close to me, I could see the pores on her skin.
“So you noticed?”
“Of course I noticed that you drooled whenever I walked pass you like I was virgin you wanted to devour”.
“I am sorry for the harassment,” I said smiling.
Thankfully, she got the joke and smiled.
“I am short of friends now so there is a vacancy for you, still interested?”
“but I never said I wanted to be your friend,” I replied.
“True, you said you wanted to fvck me till my brains spilled out, right?”
She was gorgeous as fvck!
“I want to be your friend”.
“Good, we are in the same page”.
“I am Fifi not Pipi by the way, what is yours?”
“I am Abibia, but friends call my Abi,” she said
“Nice to meet you, Abi,” my hand was stretched.
She ignored it.
“So we are clear, I have a boyfriend and I love him very much,” she said.
My happiness went from 100 to 0.
“Two, I don’t like touching people, especially their palms, its disgusting”.
I started wondering.
“Besides that, I am the best kind of friend you can ever have,” she said smiling with eyes that Angelina Jolie would be jealous of.
“Oh I see”
“So will you still be my friend, to rant and to gist with, for gossips and hangouts till betrayal do us part?”
I looked at her lovely frame and once again, I concluded that I had nothing to lose.
“For a thousand years,” I replied.

Kiki was with Ezekiel when we got back into the flat, Odogwu had parted ways as we entered the estate.
“How was your paper, Twinnie mi?” Kiki asked, walking up to me, excitedly.
“It went well,” I replied.
“Hope you prayed before you started and after the papers? It’s important that Jesus takes control of your answers,” Ezekiel said without an inch of care.
I ignored him and walked to my room. I heard Bauchi greet Kiki but she didn’t reply, afterwards he entered the room and undressed. He wasn’t looking at me, he looked sad and defeated, I felt bad for him.
“You know say tomorrow na Kiki birthday?” he finally said.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes, her birthday was supposed to be special, now she doesn’t even talk to me.”
“You should get her a gift,” I suggested.
He was lost in his thoughts for a while.
“You think I messed up going to Lekan’s house?”
There are times I really liked Bauchi, most times had to do with his selfless nature, the way he became a gentleman when Hanatu was around or how he treated the goat with respect, I even liked how he pranked Ezekiel every once in a while but the issue with Lekan was low and reproachable.
“You should apologise to him, Kiki is not your property”, I said.
“True, my good man,” he replied soberly.
“And you should apologise to Kiki before she finds out.”
He walked up to me to give me a hug.
“You are like the brother I never had,” he said.
“Bros?”
“Yes, my good man?”
“I want you to leave. Kiki doesn’t want you and I don’t either.”
He was speechless for a while, I expected him to let go off me but he didn’t. He isn’t held me tighter.
“But I am sorry,” he said.
“I’m sorry too,” I replied.
I freed myself from him and walked out to meet Kiki who was cooking Okra soup in the kitchen.
“I just told Bauchi to leave, I should have waited to tell you but I had my mind made up,” I said to her.
“You are sure that is what you want?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Are you sad?” she asked.
“Very”.
“What did he do to you?”
“Sorry I can’t say”
Bauchi met us in the kitchen with his bag packed. The images of Odogwu with the gun were still very clear.
“My Good man, thanks for the hospitality,” he said.
“You are welcome, bros” I said.
“Kiki, I hope you think of me.”
She turned her back to him. In the background Ezekiel was singing out songs of praise.
“Fifi, take care of her,” he said this and left. By his side was the goat we had grown to love.

My first paper went well; it was predictably a collection of past questions with figures and scene changes. I expected an A but with the educational system, anything was possible.
The most memorable thing about the exam was the girl I saw sitting two rows from me. I sighted her earlier in a Benz waltzing into the venue; the guy driving looked like her driver. She was extremely light skinned with full hair. Immediately she stepped out, I concluded she was out of my league. For the first time in my life, I didn’t think Oge was the finest girl in the world anymore. During the exams, I kept stealing glances at her, the way her jean clung tightly to her lap and the voluptuous shape her bum portrayed giving her master piece of a body the required foundation.
I finished before she did and decided to at least know her name before I left; Unfortunately Bauchi and Odogwu were waiting for me as I stepped out of the hall.
“My good man, why say na you first finish your paper?” Bauchi asked, taking the question paper from me, “No go fail again o”.
Odogwu let out something that should have been laughter but sounded more like broken drum, I eyed him in my mind.
“So we dey go Lekan house now, are you ready?” Bauchi asked.
I still didn’t see my usefulness in the matter, I was skinny as fvck, and I had no street credibility, why in hellz name would Bauchi want me to join them?
“Bros, I just finished my paper, you for allow me reach house na”.
“Blasphemy!” Bauchi shouted.
Odogwu shook his big ugly head like an overfed monkey.
“Nna my guy, you must not fear what it is we are going to do to the skaliwaaaaaag,” I decided there and then that Odogwu was what was wrong with the society.
Bauchi passed me a small bottle of dry gin and told me to finish it in as few gulps as possible. I wanted to decline but couldn’t, so I took it and grimaced as it burnt through my oesophagus down to my stomach.
The fine girl that I had been looking at approached us; her driver was waiting at the other side of the compound. As she walked by, she smiled with the confidence that only a girl who know she was stunning could.
The more I looked at her, the less interested I was in going with the guys. All I wanted was to track her down and ask for her name.... Just her name.
Lekan lived at the other side of the estate, in a place called Agboroko. It was a developing area as most of the houses were unpainted bungalows. We passed by a group of Rastafarians smoking weed and singing songs in patwa by the road side. I was getting more scared. His house looked like the finest in the area, he even had a Gulf 3 packed outside, that was Bauchi’s dream car. I preferred BMWs. I was told to knock, I did so.
A dark, chubby looking guy with bald head opened the door.
“Who you dey find?” he asked.
His breath reeked of Ogogoro, one could smell the illicitness from miles away.
“Lekan dey house?”
“Yea, who you be?”
“Tell am say, Fifi”.
He looked at me, a puzzled expression was spread across his face then he went back in. When Lekan came to the door, I looked at his face and forgave Kiki of all her transgression. He was so fine, I knew if I was female, I would be his biatch.
“Dem say u dey find me?”
He didn’t get a reply from me before Bauchi appeared from the corner and shoved him had, that he fell on his back into his house. Odogwu immediately stepped in, I reluctantly followed.
The chubby guy that opened the door earlier rushed out from one of the rooms but by then, Odogwu had a gun pressed against the sprawled fine guy called Lekan.
“Who una be?” Lekan asked, eyes closed like he was expecting a shot.
“Wetin concern you and Kiki, you know sabi say she don get husband?”
“Is that what this is about?” Lekan asked.
Odogwu hit him with the butt of the gun, I wondered what had piqued him. A steady stream of blood flowed from his broken lips.
The chubby guy knelt down beside his friend.
“You go free Kiki?” Bauchi asked
“Yes,” he replied.
“The next time we come here, na to scatter your head for floor o,” Odogwu chipped in.
Bauchi and Odogwu spent the next half hour threatening him while I sat on the couch feeling sorry for the poor guy.
On our way back to the house, after collecting sworn promises from Lekan to stay clear of Kiki, I realised that in as much as I admired Bauchi and knew in my heart that he loved Kiki, I didn’t want to be like him. I made up my mind to discuss with Kiki about evicting him.



Thanks for the birthday wishes.