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|Re: Bukky Alakara by swanky47(f): 10:21am On May 30, 2017|
#team chike all d way#.... More ink to ur pen ma 'am
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|Re: Bukky Alakara by popesaint(m): 3:30pm On May 30, 2017|
na so gbemiga start ooo. bukky b kiaful.
|Re: Bukky Alakara by hebex12(m): 4:04pm On May 30, 2017|
If chike no drink bukky water
May my game no enter this week
|Re: Bukky Alakara by Favour222(f): 7:19pm On May 30, 2017|
|Re: Bukky Alakara by hebex12(m): 7:21pm On May 30, 2017|
That ur hmm hit a chord here
|Re: Bukky Alakara by Jane1234f(f): 8:08pm On May 30, 2017|
I think I like this chike of a guy
|Re: Bukky Alakara by SheWrites(f): 10:50am On May 31, 2017|
Bukky stood at the bus-stop, awaiting a vehicle heading her way.She was clad in a pink cap-sleeve blouse and a matching black A-shaped knee-length skirt with pink poker dots. Her shoulder length braids was swept behind her neck in a pony-tail and she had on a white gladiator sandals with a matching white hand bag. She hoped that she would get home before the rain began that evening. She was hungry and tired.
She turned in the direction of the voice and found Chike standing a few feet away, in a white tee shirt and blue jeans. A black knapsack bag hung over his shoulder.
“Hey you,” she broke into a smile.
“Did you just close from your lecture centre?” he stood beside her.
She nodded her head in response.
“How was it?” he stood beside her.
She shrugged, “So, So.”
He raised an eyebrow, “Are you having problems with your studies?”
She looked up at the dark sky, “Not really?”
He adjusted his knapsack, “I am here whenever you need my help.”
“Okay,” she dropped her head.
It began to drizzle.
“Wow…” he signaled to one of the bike riders on the other side of the road.
“I can’t believe it,” she held her bag against her chest.
“Come, let’s take a bike home.”
She directed her uncertain gaze at him, then at the bike man.
“Do you want to get wet?”
She shook her head slowly.
The moment they got on the bike, the rain came down in torrents.Chike gave the bike man directions to his place. Twenty minutes later, the bike man drove into their wet and muddy street. They got down, he paid and they ran into the building. He unlocked the door and let her into his self-contain apartment.
“Are you wet?”
She looked up at him and nodded.
He flung his knapsack on the bed, marched to the wardrobe and brought out a long sleeve sweat shirt, “You can put on this. I will dry your clothes under the fan.”
She bobbed her head, collected the sweat shirt and followed his direction to the bathroom.She yanked off her clothes and sandals and got into the brown sweat shirt. It was over-size and it reached her knees. She packed the wet clothes and stepped out.
“I made tea,” he pointed at the mug of steaming tea on the table in front of the two settee.
He hurried into the bathroom and got out of his wet clothes and changed into a red sweat shirt and a pair of white shorts. He stepped out and arranged all the wet clothes on a plastic chair under the ceiling- fan. He sat beside her and drank from his mug of tea.
“Do you need more sugar?”
She shook her head.
“What about milk?”
She shook her head again. The hot sweet milky liquid warmed her up. She looked around her. The room was almost the same size with the one she lived in, but the ventilation was far better. The two big windows at opposite sides of the room enhanced the inflow of fresh air. The cream curtains completed the brown leather chair they were sitting on. The blue and white coloured carpet felt smooth under her feet. She noticed that the bed took more than half of the space in the room. She hoped to get something similar at the end of the month. The mattress in her aunt’s room needed to be thrown out. It had over-stayed its welcome. A small size refrigerator stood at a corner and above it was a twenty inch LG flat screen television with a DVD player underneath.
“Should I switch on the television?” he glanced at her. She looked funny in the brown sweat shirt. It was a size bigger for him, but, she looked like she was dropped into a big water drum.
“Okay,” she sipped at the tea.
He picked up the remote on the table and switched on the television, “Should I get you something to eat?”
She looked at him, “Yes, I am hungry.”
“Me too,” he placed the mug and the remote on the table and got up. He hurried into the kitchen and returned with a loaf of bread and a plate of fried eggs.
They ate together in silence. When they were through, she carried the empty plate and mugs to the kitchen. She saw the camp gas cooker on a small wooden stool, the electric kettle on the table beside the microwave. There was a toaster beside a set of pots and plates. The cutleries were hung on a small plastic stand. A small cupboard was above the sink. She dropped the mugs and plate in the sink and opened the cupboard. She foundacartonofindomie noodles, a big tin of milk, a carton of tea bag, a jar of sugar, bottles of palm oil and vegetable oil, transparent containers filled with rice, beans, yellow garri, melon seeds, ogbonna, crayfish and maggi.She closed it and looked around. Tubers of yam lay beside a bunch of plantain and a small basket of onions. She smiled to herself, impressed.
Bukky walked out of the kitchen and joined him on the chair, “Your place is nice.”
He met her pleased gaze, “Thanks.”
“I hope to get a place like this soon. My aunt and I are due for a change of accommodation.”
He chuckled and grinned.
“You are in your third year, and you will be graduating in the next two years. What level is your girl friend?”
Her question caught him off guard, his eyes widened in surprise, “My girl friend?”
“Yes, don’t you have one?” she stared back at him.
He scratched a spot on his scalp and turned away, “I am not in any relationship.”
She looked him up and down, “Why?”
He started to laugh.
“Don’t you have plans?”
He returned her gaze, “Yes, I do.”
“So, why don’t you have a girl friend? Or do you want to wait until you graduate?”
He blinked and stared back at her, “My last relationship didn’t work out.”
“So?” curiousity got the better of her.
“I am on the look out for a special someone.”
“Okay, good. I am glad you didn’t give up because of a glitch in your past,” she smiled at him.
“I think I have found her,” he looked straight at her.
“Really? Who is she? I love, love stories,” her eyes went dreamy.
He dropped his gaze and faced the television, “We met recently. I like her. I don’t know if she likes me.”
“Ask her, what if she likes you too?” she eyed him.
He turned his head and stared at her, “I don’t even know how old she is. She looks very young.”
Bukky started to laugh, “How old are you sef? You think because you have started growing beards, you are now old papa abi?”
He bursted out in laughter.
“Ask her and stop wasting time. You guys sef.”
He cleared his throat and swallowed hard.
“So, who is she? Is she a course mate, school mate, or does she live in this area?”
“Tell me now,” she held him by the hand.
“She is right here in my apartment,” his serious gaze remained on her face, which changed from amusement to shock.
Bukky stared back at him. Was he pulling her legs? She let go of his hand and moved away, creating space between them.
“How old are you Bukola?”
She blinked and just stared at him, tongue-tied.
“I like you a lot. It will be my greatest pleasure if you will go out with me.”
Her lips parted. No words came out. Since she had known him, he had been good to her. If she could turn back the hand of
time, she would have loved to date him. She liked him too, but, she was already in a relationship.
“I… I…em…” she dropped her gaze.
He drew closer and reached out for her hands, “I really do like you.”
She raised her head to meet his intense stare, “I am in a relationship.”
He pressed his lips together and released her hands. He felt a tightening in his chest.
“I am sorry.”
He turned away, “It is okay.”
“We can still be friends,” she suggested.
He sighed sadly, “It is not the same thing.”
She stared at him long and hard. She didn’t want to lose him. He had been a good friend to her.
“How old are you?” he glanced back at her, his facial expression was emotionless.
“I will be nineteen in August.”
“I see, that’s six months away,” he observed her.
“Yes,” the sad glint in his eyes gnawed at her.
“I will be twenty-five in August.”
Her eyes widedned, “You were born in August too?”
She blinked and sighed heavily. He was six years older than her. The age-gap wasn’t that wide, but, it didn’t matter anyway.
“So, you are a small girl,” he eyed her.
“Oh please, and you think you are old abi?”
He started to laugh.She hissed and faced the television.
“All right. We can still be friends. Maybe in the near future, an opportunity might create itself.”
She glanced at him. She didn’t know he liked her that much, “In your dreams.”
He chuckled and got up. He strode to the window and drew the curtain. Cold air swept past his face. The rain had stopped.
“Is it still raining?”
“No,” he watched a group of children playing a game of soccer on the wet road.
She glanced at the wall clock. It was past seven. Her aunt should be back from the market. She hoped she didn’t get caught
up in the rain too. She got up and checked the clothes on the plastic chair. They were still wet.
“You can go home with my sweater. Please return it as soon as possible.”
She glanced at him, “I am not retuning it.”
He eyed her, “You better return it or else, I will come to your house and seize all your clothes.”
She chuckled, “I need a polythene bag,” she gathered her clothes in a heap.
Chike went into the kitchen and returned with a black polythene bag. She collected it and placed her clothes and sandals in it.
“Can I borrow your Dunlop slipper too?”
She eyed him, “Do you expect me to walk home bare footed?’
“Not my problem, oya come and go to your house,” he went to the front door and unlocked it.
She started to laugh, “Are you driving me away?”
“Oya,oya,oya, you are wasting time.”
She hissed, slipped into one of the Dunlop slippers under the chair and headed to the door.
He blocked her way, “Your boyfriend is a very lucky somebody.”
She met his gaze.
“I am not giving up on you that easily. He has a competition, starting today.”
She blinked and opened her mouth but could hardly say a word.
“See you later,” he leaned forward and pecked her on the forehead.
She gasped and looked into his eyes. They shone with desire. She swallowed hard and took a step back.
“Good night,” he stepped away from the door.
She held the polythene bag against her chest and hurried out. Her heart hammered against her chest. She trembled slightly as she quickened her steps and walked home. His face flashed through her mind’s eye. She blinked and cleared her thoughts.
|Re: Bukky Alakara by SheWrites(f): 10:53am On May 31, 2017|
Bukky sat on the new mattress she bought a few weeks agoand perused her notebook. She was preparing for the general test at the Lecture Centre. The results of the test would reveal if the students were ready to take the Common entrance examination. If she passed, she would receive her First School Leaving Certificate. Her eyes went dreamy. She would surely feel fulfilled by the time that happened. The other students ahead of them were preparing for the Junior Waec examination and a few others the G.C.E. she envied them. Soonest, they would be admitted into the higher institution. She had a long way to go. Many of the students at the Adult Education Centre were older than her. Some were in their twenties, and most were in their thirties and forties. She was encouraged by their never-give-up attitude.The music playing from the twenty-inch flat screen television drifted to her ears. She groaned inwardly. Since she bought the T.V set, her aunt came home early every day and sat in front of it.The ringtone of her cell phone got her attention.She turned her head, saw the Nokia 3310 phone on the pillow and reached out for it.
She recognized her boyfriend’s voice, “Gbemiga…” she dropped the book on the bed and got up immediately, “Are you through with your first semester examination?”
She headed for the door, “Are you coming home for the Easter break?”
“Yes. The holiday is just four weeks.”
She broke into a smile, “I can’t wait to see you,” she let herself out of the room.
“I miss you so much.”
“I miss you more,” she leaned against the closed door.
“Come to the back of the house.”
She raised an eyebrow, “Why?”
Her heart missed a beat. Why did he want her to go to their hideout spot? She looked towards the back of the house. It was dark, except for the light coming from the bulb hanging above the kitchen entrance. She walked briskly, looked around, and went behind the kitchen.
“I am here.”
Unexpectedly, Gbemiga came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her slim frame. She almost jumped out of her skin in fear.
She wriggled out of his embrace, turned around and punched him on the chest.
“Don’t ever scare me like that again!” her dark pretty eyes blazed with annoyance.
He started to laugh, “I didn’t mean to spook you.”
“Indeed,” she eyed him.
“I intended to surprise you,” he grinned at her.
“That was no surprise, that was an intentional act to scare the daylight out of my…”
He drew her close in a firm hug, “I have missed you so much.”
She leaned into him and basked in the warmth of his embrace, “I am glad that you are home.”
“Can I kiss you?”
She panicked and pulled away immediately.
“Just one small kiss…” he met her skeptic gaze.
“I don’t know,” she turned away and started thinking of an escape plan.
“How is your lectures?” he felt bad that she didn’t want to get intimate with him.
She glanced at him, “Okay. We had a general test. I didn’t do so well.”
“It’s okay. It takes time. Put your trust in God, okay?”
She nodded in agreement, “How is school?”
He smiled, “It’s fun. Crazy lecturers, weird students, my first semester results were very good.”
She grinned with pride.
“I believe I am going to be one of the best students in my class,” he said with confidence.
“I am proud of you,” she reached out for his hand.
“Thanks,” he met her pleased gaze, “What’s being happening in this neighbourhood?”
“Same old routine. My akara business is booming though.”
“I saw the wooden shed and long benches. Business woman.”
She chuckled, “God has really been faithful. I have two girls helping me now.”
“Wow!” his face brightened.
She beamed with joy, “By the end of the year, I will be able to make a bigger shed and expand. I am thinking of adding puff
puff and buns to the menu.”
His head bobbed, “I am impressed, thanks for the money you sent to my account. It helped.”
She blushed, “Don’t mention. When you graduate, it will be your turn to take care of me.”
He started to laugh, “I know my responsibilities.”
She raised her head and observed the stars. They seemed to shine brighter.
“Can I kiss you now?”
She blinked, swallowed hard and dropped her head.
“Please, I miss you. Just one kiss. Nothing more.”
She stared at her feet.The Dunlop slippers belonged to Chike. She didn’t return it. The brown over-size sweat shirt was still with her. He stopped asking for it when he realized that she wasn’t giving them back. She had to compensate him with a daily portion of akara and bread for three days.
“Bukky, don’t you love me anymore?”
She raised her head to meet his sad face, “I do, but, each time we kiss, we… you… things gets out of hand.”
He drew her close, “I promise you, I will exercise self-control.”
“No, let’s just…”
“Bukky now, don’t do this to me. You don’t know how hard it is for me in school to avoid other girls.”
Her heart missed a beat.
“There are several girls in my class that flock around me, I have a good number at home and in church that wants me,but, I
told them all that I am in a relationship.”
She smiled with relief.
“Memories of our kisses helps me to get through school and avoid temptation.”
She sighed heavily. Maybe she should allow him. After all, he was asking for one kiss. She wanted him to kiss her, but, was afraid of what it might lead to.
“Just one kiss,” she stared at him.
He brightened, “Yes, one kiss,” he felt elated by her agreement.
“Okay. Kiss me,” she looked into his eyes.
He made her lean against the kitchen wall, wrapped his arms around her and claimed her lips. She placed her arms around his
neck and responded. His hands slid down her back till it settled on her buttocks. The kiss intensified. He felt like touching every part of her, but, he was afraid, she might pull away and distrust him again.
She felt the hardening of his groin as it rubbed against her.Fear gripped her, what if he lost control again? The night he deflowered her was still fresh on her mind.She tried to block the negative thoughts and enjoy the pleasure initiated by his kisses.
Desire built up inside him, when he couldn’t take it anymore, he dropped his hands and stepped back, “I think we should call it a night.”
She looked up at him. He was sweating and seemed a bit dissatisfied. “Okay,” she adjusted her wrapper and started towards the entrance.
He placed both hands on the head and gritted his teeth.He wasn’t sure how possible it was going to be to spend the next four weeks with his girlfriend without sleeping with her. It was against their faith and belief, but, he was consumed by the desire to be physically intimate with herwithout restraint.
Bukky bumped into one of Gbemiga’s sisters at the back of the house. It was her fault. She was lost in thoughts, instead of watching where she was going.
“Are you blind? Don’t you have eyes? Can’t you see?” Kemi snarled at her.
“I am sorry,” she apologized quickly.
“Sorry for yourself. Look at this short devil! Do you want to injure me?” she checked her elbowand knee.
Bukky frowned in annoyance. She wasn’t short. She was average height. The girl was just a little bit taller than she was and she didn’t appreciate been insulted by someone who wasn’t her agemate.
“All these church rats,” she hissed in disdain, “You better go to the eye specialist and get yourself a pair of glasses.”
“I said I was sorry,” Bukky eyed her and walked away.
Kemi clapped her hands together, “Look at this thing, come back here,” she hurried after her and grabbed her by the elbow.
“Get your hands off me!” Bukky slapped her hand off.
“Look here, I am not in your level at all. When you see people like me, you should address us with ‘yes sir’ ‘yes ma’.”
Bukky bursted out in laughter, “You must be high on something.”
“You are the one who is drunk. You are the blind bat who bumped into me.”
“Watch your tongue, I am not your mate,” her dark eyes flashed with anger.
Kemi started to laugh, “Mate ko, mate ni. The Phillips family is above everyone in this compound. None of you is in our level, please, show some respect.”
“You are definitely high on something. You think because your elder brother is in the university, we must all run around your family. Is he the only one in school? Several guys and girls in this neighbourhood are also in school.”
“How many? How many of them?” she clapped in her face.
Bukky backed away, infuriated.
“You! Did you even go to school at all? At least I have my First School Leaving Certificate.”
“And so what?Abeg park well.”
“Come bean cake seller. Alakara!”
Bukky smiled, “At least I have a bubbling business. What are you? A common cleaner at a local factory. I am my own madam and I have two girls like you working for me.”
“God punish you!” she poked her forehead with her finger.
Bukky slapped the finger away, “Back to sender!”
Gbemiga came out of his hiding place, “That is enough you two!”
Kemi turned to him, then glanced back at her neighbour in anger, “The day is coming, if I don’t beat you up, call me a bastard.”
Bukky started to laugh, “Beat who? Ten of you cannot handle me.”
“I said it’s enough!” he came inbetween them.
Kemi hissed and headed to the toilet.
“Your sister is…”
“Just go to your room,” he cut in, voice firm, face emotionless.
She eyed him and went back into the building.
Gbemiga placed both hands on his hips and muttered in frustration, “Girls! Hian!”
|Re: Bukky Alakara by ikechizoba(f): 12:20pm On May 31, 2017|
my dear,you are too good,your story is more like watching a movie, too engaging and captivating. l can't get enough of it,am always running to your thread.. kip it up
|Re: Bukky Alakara by ikechizoba(f): 12:23pm On May 31, 2017|
As in ehh...my sister,no be only phone and virginity,he collected money too.....he has no shame
|Re: Bukky Alakara by SheWrites(f): 1:41pm On May 31, 2017|
Thank u so much. I appreciate u
|Re: Bukky Alakara by ikechizoba(f): 3:25pm On May 31, 2017|
SheWrites:you are welcome,l am eagerly waiting for more
|Re: Bukky Alakara by Lorlahlizzy(f): 3:42pm On May 31, 2017|
pls continue..... love the story.....
|Re: Bukky Alakara by Kreamchic: 3:46pm On May 31, 2017|
Nice story. It's captivating.
|Re: Bukky Alakara by queenitee(f): 3:58pm On May 31, 2017|
ikechizoba:Why are you guys all against Gbemiga, if you should read that part again, you would see it wasn't in his plan to disvirgned her, things just got out of control and he apologised and when such a thing was about to happen again, he controled himself. Things like that happens in relationship. If you would ask me, they are both at fault for her lost virginity self, so you guys should stop blaming Gbemiga o. He did not use her, he really like the girl. And collecting money and phone, why are you in a relationship if you can't help each other? It doesn't always have to be the guy doing everything, when the lady can help, let her help. Ladies are help mate self, if not because of what this world had become where people can't be trusted anymore, what's there in helping who you claim to love. If it were to be Gbemiga that gave her the phone and money, you guys won't find offence o and you guys saw that she gave him the phone before the incident of losing her virgnity and the money, it looks line Gbemiga did not even ask for it, she just sent it on her own. It doesn't matter who does it in the relationship, Bulky is the one capable now and she's doing it, you guys should just pray when it's time for Gbemiga to reciprocate, he would do that..
It's not like I like Gbemiga o, I like Chike more but go me, Gbemiga hasn't done anything bad like that. Come to think of it, what if it is bulky that would later cheat on him nko? It's too early to judge
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|Re: Bukky Alakara by Bigjane(f): 4:15pm On May 31, 2017|
Who is with me. #teamchike
|Re: Bukky Alakara by Bigjane(f): 4:28pm On May 31, 2017|
I think gbenga is a fraudster . Playing on bukky's emotion by telling her how girls flock around him. Na sugar him be?. No be uniLag he dey? Where girls dey see money love. Mtcheww. He couldn't even afford a cell phone.
Shewrites abegi something must happen between chike and Bukky. Abegi make gbemiga mess up. Na God I take beg you.
|Re: Bukky Alakara by Jane1234f(f): 4:32pm On May 31, 2017|
I love your story, shewrites,well done ma
|Re: Bukky Alakara by charytea(f): 5:22pm On May 31, 2017|
Tnx SheWrites, this is lovely. I cant vouch for Chike yet cos Gbemiga was nice to Bukky while trying to woo her 2. Nd i dnt really like Gbemiga o, y is he always calling her to d backyard nd at night? He should let their relationship public abeg!
|Re: Bukky Alakara by ikechizoba(f): 6:04pm On May 31, 2017|
lol....the thing is that ever since that incident, my hatred for him has always clouded my mind whenever l read his part, l hate it when one is being taken advantage of,from the onset, she told him "l don't want this,its so precious to me", yet he went ahead to subdue her and satisfy his selfish desires,he only realized how serious she was when the deed has already been done,and now he is acting " self control " because he was given a second time,why didn't he control himself the other time..
l am not against a woman providing for her man,l agree with you in that part,you are correct, just that "l don hate am be say l don hate" and chike...hmmmm chike,he might do the worst tomorrow,let's just wait and see.
|Re: Bukky Alakara by queenitee(f): 8:49pm On May 31, 2017|
ikechizoba:Yea, let's wait
|Re: Bukky Alakara by crislyn(f): 9:58pm On May 31, 2017|
|Re: Bukky Alakara by popesaint(m): 2:06pm On Jun 01, 2017|
wow!!!. Am enjoying dis wonderful n captivating story. More oil n grace on ur writing skill.
|Re: Bukky Alakara by SheWrites(f): 5:18pm On Jun 01, 2017|
@popesaint... thanks. I appreciate
|Re: Bukky Alakara by Nobody: 7:47am On Jun 02, 2017|
Awesome story, thanks SheWrites........More inspiration
|Re: Bukky Alakara by crazo(m): 9:11am On Jun 02, 2017|
Bukky Na client, customer Dada ni. Gbenga will still run her level and he'll beg again.
|Re: Bukky Alakara by Akinwale14(m): 10:36pm On Jun 03, 2017|
Shewrites nice story,continue
|Re: Bukky Alakara by OluwabuqqyYOLO(m): 12:29am On Jun 04, 2017|
crazo:SURE! Then, 'they' will come again and accuse him of rape. Or, maybe, defilement of a minor this time around.
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