LEGEND OF THE bleepers PART 1
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S£X AND TEENAGERS
Children’s day was celebrated this week.
I did my morning routine as usual; dressing
up for work and wondering why the federal
government didn’t declare the day a public
holiday. It would have saved me the stress of
going to work today, and would have made
my girl stay back and not rush off back to
school. She had come to spend the weekend
with me, like she does most times. She had
to go back to school for Monday morning
lectures, and I will be alone again until
another two weeks or so.
I rushed through the morning headlines with
my phone, and read about the first lady’s
speech about ending teenage pregnancy and
educating the girl child.
The headline struck me and I had to read the
full speech. It was a nice speech, articulate
and full of bright ideas and solutions. It
addressed the problems of the girl-child;
kicking against teenage pregnancy. The
article tried to discourage teenage s*x,
highlighting the dangers therein.
But I noticed something was amidst; either
ignorantly or knowingly – the teenage girl
was painted as being venerable, naïve and
pliable. I believe the article seek to address
girls within the age limit of thirteen to
nineteen; these are the teenage girls, most of
which are still at senior secondary schools,
while some are either trying to gain
admission into the higher institutes or are
freshers at higher institutes.
Reading the article that morning, I began to
see areas where the article erred and where it
needed amendment.
Either the media and publicity crew of the
first lady were myopic, or they were trying so
hard to pass out a wrong message. They
made the teenage girl look innocent and
naïve; like they were victims of a harsh
machismo. The truth, as it was not
represented on that speech was that most of
these teenage girls are eager to experiment
with s*x. They are far more exposed than we
would want to agree. Some of them have
engaged in so much s*x-capades that the
experience they’ve garnered from such
adventures will make a full-grown adult
blush.
As I read through her speech that morning, I
recalled my experience with a teenager; not
just one teenager, but two.
The crazy things we do! I thought to myself.
There are stuffs I wasn’t proud of, there are
those I would love to erase totally. Inasmuch
as I felt it was wrong, it was one of the most
memorable s*x-capade I’ve had.
Not-too-long Ago. . .
I came across a lot of teenagers during my
service year. I was doing a part time with an
all Girl’s secondary school, and I was
teaching their senior students Further Maths
and Technical Drawing. I saw it as normal
when the girls became close to me. The
principal had earlier explained to me that the
school had found it difficult to get a F/maths
teacher ever since the last corper finished his
service year. The students were very willing
to learn, and soon, I developed a cordial
relationship with them. I ensured I maintained
the relationship at a cordial level, but it
seems it was an impossible deal. Staying
alone at the science lab where I used as my
office, the students gather around me using
one pretense or the other; mostly for me to
help solve one problem or the other for them
in relation to their studies. When the cordial
relationship I had with them started
becoming an object of controversy as most
of them skipped classes just to stay with me
at the lab, I started removing myself from
them. I relocated my office to the staff room
and came to the lab only when it was time for
my classes.
But I had already built a strong rapport with
the head girl; Omore. She was almost the
prettiest in the school; and she was the
principal’s daughter; and the head-girl of the
school.
I have a weakness for smart and intelligent
girls, this was how I became endeared to
Omore. She asked intelligent questions, she
hardly misuses her time. She’s always
bringing one case or problem for me to help
her solve, either in mathematics, physics,
chemistry, f/maths and other sciences;
except Biology of course, which was my
worst subject.
Even while I relocated to the staff room,
Omore didn’t decline in coming to my corner,
with calculator, textbooks and jotter. Of
course the teachers spied on us, but soon
lost interest as it was crystal clear that we
were solving problems.
When the teacher, whose desk and corner I
was occupying temporarily at the staff room
returned from her maternity leave, it was
imminent that I had to return to the lab.
Returning to the lab made the students to
start coming closer to me once more, but this
time around, I was stricter.
I told some of them off and told them to
come only on break time. But it was almost
impossible to stay away from Omore. After I
had returned to the lab, we started staying
together more often.
Other students wondered why I don’t tell her
off the way I used to do to them, and soon, it
was concluded that I was her boyfriend, and
they let us be; all of them but one; Sandra
Ekhana!
Sandra was an arts students so she normally
doesn’t have a reason to be at the lab. I took
notice of her during the march-pass
rehearsals for the October 1st independence
day march-pass. We, the corpers at the
school were given the mandate to train the
school’s marching team and prep them for
the upcoming event. So we did our rehearsals
during break time. She was the head of the
marching team, and was good at it; so I
made her the commander.
Sandra looked a bit older than her mates.
She had well-advanced features; full
bossoms, round hips, big thighs that you can
almost see her stretch marks at a glance.
She was very direct in speech and acts a lot
matured. I noticed something about her too;
she was sexually active; very active!
It wasn’t rocket science. After few days of
being familiar at the marching ground, we
became a bit closer. She started coming to
the lab once in a while; and most times,
would demand that I buy things for her for
the break.
Omore noticed the new enemy encroaching
into her territory and decided to protect her
territory from the alien intruder. One
afternoon, she told me some things about
Sandra; things I didn’t find hard to believe;
things I had noticed earlier.
“Sandra is a sl.ut.” she told me one
afternoon.
I pretended to be surprised at this. I knew
Sandra was sexually active, but didn’t believe
she was a s*x-freak; I believed Omore was
just exaggerating issues.
“She sleeps with guys in town. I even heard
that those mallams beside the mosque sleeps
with her.” She said. It was obvious she was
trying hard to paint Sandra in a bad light. In
her innocent mind, exposing those flirtatious
attitudes of her rival will make me abhor her;
she was wrong.
Her expository remarks of Sandra made me
more keen to get a piece of action.
“I also heard she sleeps with two guys at the
same time, and uses her mouth on them. . .”
she said, blushing at the comments she just
made.
She couldn’t garner the courage to use the
word “blow-j.o.b”.
Her comments about Sandra did not
discourage me from her, rather, it made me
excited whenever I saw Sandra; that was how
my evil mind started making fantasies;
wondering how it will be to get a piece of her
ar’se.
My emotions must have betrayed me one of
such days as I sat talking with Sandra. I was
so lost in my fantasies, staring blankly on her
bossoms, wondering how it will be when
those uniforms are let loose; I could almost
see the hard Tips thru the clothes like my
eyes were fitted with x-rays.
She noticed what was happening. It was easy
for her as my dckkk was already pushing
hard on my jean trousers. When, all of a
sudden I got a hold of myself, I saw her
staring down on the thick bulge in-between
my legs. I used the text book to cover the
bulge, out of reflex and she laughed. I was
embarrassed, but didn’t try to cover my
shame. I gradually removed the text book as
she rested her eyes once more on the bulge
on my trousers, using one hand to cover her
mouth in mockery, like she was about
screaming.
“Woww!!!” she exclaimed.
“What?” I asked smiling.
“It looks huge!” she said, then started
laughing.
“Uncle we have furthermaths!!” The ss1 class
captain called from the window. I didn’t know
it was time for end of break. Ss1 students
were not allowed into the lab, so I taught
them in their class. I told the captain I was
coming and she left.
I needed to arrange my dkk before it
embarrasses me further.
“Oya! Bad girl! Go back to your class!” I said
to Sandra as she continued her laughter.
“You need to poor cold water on it!” she
teased me. I reached for my cain and she ran
to her classroom. . .
When Sandra volunteered to come to my
house during the weekend, I agreed.
I didn’t give it a second thought. I had been
battling with myself all week after the
episode at the lab. Seems my mind was split
into two; each opposing the other on the idea
of inviting her over. I kept arguing with
myself over the week, trying hard to resist the
temptation of inviting her over. Deep down in
me, I felt it was wrong, although my spirit
was willing, the flesh was weak; so weak that
I feared what I might not stand the
temptation. I was right, I couldn’t stand it.
I made a solemn declaration; that I wasn’t
going to invite her to my house. I insisted to
myself that I was going to stand firm to my
decision.
Then she asked, and I said she can come!
Damn me! I thought to myself.
Not your fault, she invited herself, you didn’t.-
said the loud voice in my head.
I had to agree with it.
I asked how she was going to make it, since
she lived with her parents. She said her
cousin schools at the polytechnic, and that
she usually spends some days or weekend
with her.
The night she was supposed to come, I was
not around. I had gone on an impromptu
outing with my neighbor and her friends. She
had invited me to her birthday which I
missed; and to make up for it, I proposed to
take her out together with her friends that
same evening. So when Sandra called, I was
at the joint. I managed to pick the call and
told her I wasn’t around.
The next week at school, she told me how
disappointed she was. She said she had
already perfected her lies and plans and it
worked, only for me not to be around.
I didn’t border explaining stuffs for her. I had
a bitter experience with my neighbor and her
roommate that weekend. I slept with their
friend after the outing with them that night,
and they wanted to tear the girl apart. It
caused a scene and I tried to handle the
matter maturely.
After the incidence, I started losing interest in
Sandra. She must have noticed it as she
stopped coming to me often. I started telling
her off and resumed spending quality time
with Omore. Finally, the weaker part of me
was winning the war; the spirit is becoming
stronger than the flesh: Allelujah!!!
Omore knew I was recently close to Sandra.
She asked why I was detesting her all of a
sudden and I told her I wasn’t detesting
Sandra. She looked at me like she doesn’t
believe what I told her.
“Its normal for guys to detest girls after
sleeping with them.” She said. Her comment
caught me off-guard. She actually thought I
slept with Sandra and as had dumped her.
“My mum told me that anytime a guy sleeps
with you, he takes back his missing rib from
you and will have no need for you again.”
She said to me, this time around, I was
dumbfounded. I wanted to deny sleeping with
Sandra but I couldn’t. I opened my mouth,
but nothing came out.
“Why do guys act like that?” she asked.
I blinked twice in quick succession like
something just fell into my eyes. She was
really sure I had slept with Sandra.
“Who told you I slept with Sandra?” I finally
managed to ask her.
“It’s the gist in the network.” She said to me.
By network, she meant the cycle of gossips
going around the school. If I and Sandra had
made the morning gossip network of the Girls
secondary school, there was no way I was
going to prove I didn’t do it. They believed in
their gossips so much. But I managed to
deny the accusation, not that I expected her
to believe me, but for the record.
“I didn’t sleep with Sandra.” I told her. “And
what your mum told you about guys is just
another way of discouraging you from guys
and s*x.” I concluded.
“But she is right, look at you and Sandra
now. . .”
Oh boy! This was a lost cause! I gave up.
“I will never let any boy treat me like that, I
will keep myself to my husband and to my
husband alone.” She proclaimed.
“You’re a virgin?” I blurted out. It was a
stupid question to ask, after seeing all the
signs.
“yes, of course. And I’m keeping myself to
my future husband!” she proclaimed, with
shoulders high, and a satisfactory smile.
Then I said something stupid, more stupid
than the previous question.
“Virginity is not dignity, dignity of a woman is
in her heart, and not in-between her legs.” I
said rudely to her. I was angry, angered by
the way she was trying to slant other non-
virgins, I wanted to burst her bubble. I should
have let her carry on her shoulders high, I
should have let her believe in what she
believed in. She looked at me like she
couldn’t believe her ears; like all she believed
to be true had just been proven false by me.
“d..don’t you w.waant to.. to… to marry a
ve..vee…virgin?” she stuttered as she asked.
“For what?” I shrugged my shoulders.
“I have better things to do on my honeymoon
than nurse a wound from a virgin. I intend to
enjoy my honeymoon, not nurse a wound
from a virgin who had become sore.”I said
and walked away from the lab, leaving her
staring blankly on the desk.
When she met me the following day, she
looked sober. After minutes of light talks, I
asked what was bordering her. She chewed
her pen for some minutes before opening up
to me.
“I want to lose my virginity. . .”
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EATING THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT PART 1 .
Jide Babalola was having a bad day.What worried him was not the fact that he seemed to be having a progressively bad day every day for the past three months. He was concerned because he was beginning to get used to it. And that was not a good thing.The kitchen of the Babalola household was redolent with the smell of something fried and spicy, but the ambience was ruined by the emotions running riot in the fragrant space. A plate on the counter washeaped with an appetising load of golden toast and fried eggs, a cup of coffee steaming beside it. As mouth-watering as the food looked, it was the object of dispute that morning. Jide stood over the meal, arms crossed as he faced his wife, who sat on the other side of the counter, pretending to be busy.“Patricia.” He said softly. His wife ignored him, and concentrated on furiously tapping the keys of the laptop in front of her. Early on in their marriage, whenever hecalled her full name like that, she would give him her full attention, because it usually meant he was in a serious mood. “Patricia, can you at least respond when I call you?”She stopped typing and looked up at him over the edge of the laptop. Her eyes were smouldering with anger; if looks could kill, he would have been vaporized by her gaze.“Am I deaf or are you blind?” she retorted. “You’re standing no farther than three feet away from me in this small kitchen and you want a formal acknowledgment to show I can hear you?”Jide clenched his jaw. “Is it a crime to ask for simple courtesy?”She glared at him for a moment longer, then tapped a few buttons on her laptop and closed it gently. When she faced him, arms folded on top of the laptop, insinceresmile on her face, he sighed inwardly. Her attitude was about to get worse.“Yes, lord and Master.” Patricia jeered. “Your servant is listening, please speak.”Jide sighed, and then chose to ignore the sarcasm in her voice. “Like I said, I’m running late so I won’t be able to eat this morning. I understand why that would upset you.”Patricia laughed. There was no humour in the sound. “Oh no, i don’t think you understand at all. But you will. Very soon.”“And what does that mean? Is that a threat? I’m sick and tired of all this, woman. Every day it’s one quarrel or another.”“Yes it seems that way, doesn’t it?” Patricia cut in. “Let me see, yesterday you were angry because I didn’t make breakfast for you, right? I apologized and explained I had a work deadline to meet but you stalked out. Today I wake up early to fry you eggs and now you’re saying…”“That’s why I am apologizing!” Jide yelled.Patricia raised a brow and allowed his shout to fade off before she clapped her hands slowly. “By shouting, right? You have a funny way of apologizing o…”Fifteen minutes later, Jide’s Sienna pulled out angrily from his compound. Setheing at the memory of his conversation with hiswife, he ignored the greeting of his securityguard and sped out of the estate where they lived, almost brushing a yellow tricycle into a gutter. He ignored the driver’s yell, increasing his speed as he took out his annoyance on the road, leaning on his car horn and yelling curses at any driver that dared to be slow.He knew it was just transferred aggression, but he couldn’t help himself. Despite all the self- help books he had bought and counselling documents he hadread online, his marriage seemed to be growing more strained by the day. He and Patricia had only been married less than two years and although he had been advised the point they were in would be the most stressful, he couldn’t imagine things getting any worse than they alreadywere.When Jide Babalola pulled up at the commercial law chambers where he worked as a brand communication manager, he forced himself to calm down before he left his car. He looked at his wristwatch and frowned as he realized he had actually reached work too early. His conscience pricked him as he rememberedthe things he had said to his wife in anger because he thought he was late, but he knew when he returned from work, the argument would continue if he dared to bring it up. He sighed and flipped down the mirror above his head so he could adjust his tie before he took the elevator tothe floor where his office was. He knew he looked good; the confidence of his long-legged stride was somtheing he had used years to cultivate. It was part of his job to project that corporate look and the admiring looks he received as he made hisway to his office attested to the fact.But Jide knew looks weren’t the most important thing. Peace of mind was. He greeted his secretary and breezed into his office and his practised smile faded as he settled behind his desk and sighed. He sincerely wished he could turn back the hands of time to this morning. If he hadn’t misread the time, he might have been able to eat a little of the breakfast Patricia had made for him…He frowned as his office door opened, then whipped up his professional smile a she recognized the person who had barged into his office. It was his colleague,Anita Bankole. Her tight dress stopped justabove the knee, sheathing her curves, the red colour the exact same shade as the lipstick heavily coating her mouth. He winced internally as he wondered if there was anything subtle about Anita. She was the personification of in-your-face attitude and her habit of bulldozing her way into his office without knocking was annoying.Jide was careful to keep his expression pleasant, however. She was one step above him on the corporate ladder; it wouldn’t be wise to show his displeasure.“Jide, my dear!” she squealed, walking over to him, her high heeled shoes clicking on the polished floor as she came around the side of his office table. He started to stand up, but she waved him back into his seat.“Good morning, Anita… oooof!”His greeting was cut short as she sat on him without warning and pressed her lips against his.And that literally, was how the first source of temptation fell into Jide Babalola’s lap….. Jolayemi has been unemployed since 3 years that he finished service and he is already twenty-five years of age…. He was walking down the road when he saw a signboard with vacancy written on it….he smiled buh it was short lived when he saw the condition attached…. 15 years of experience,abeg how old am I,he said aloud before walking away having one destination in mind….third mainland bridge
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GAME OF THE LEGEND (18+) PART 1 .

I have the priviledge to be in a family of four of AbdulKareems my dad is a God fearing man and also my mum. I also have one junior brother named AbdulRasheed but in our family we are lucky to have one special gift from Almighty God which is ME. Am Abdulsalam by name and most of my friends call me Vizkid but it happens that my nick name is well known more than my real name even it got to some extent that some of friends don’t know my real name. Am the gift to the family because am (beautiful) I mean am far from being call handsome(if you av watch iljimae the fanthom thief u would know what am talking about) some people even said God use a century to create me buh I feel dats just ordinary sweet talk (sorry guys I don’t know how to describe very well). In short am ladies man because of how beautiful I am (am not sure of that but there is no day that people wouldn’t tell me that) and my cool nd quite behaviour. With those features am ladies man, Maybe there is a magic that attract girls to me that I don’t know but unfortunately for them I dnt have any feelings for any of them at all because I do hear some of my neighbour who says that love is wicked or may be it is because am still small then. There is nothing I want that I don’t get, there are many things I am good at like football, cycling, Running let me jst say sports in general and both me and my younger brother are very very activated in terms of education nd social activites but the only challenges we are facing in our family is (money) though we are not rich or poor (you know those stuffs). My dad is a cab man nd my mum do all dis petty trade. We live happily with peace we don’t have any challenges after money. Our real story begin on the 15th of December (I don’t need to tell you guys the year nah) The day my parent leave the earth for heaven it happend 12 mid night of this particular day when gang of fully armed robbers broke into our apartment they stole all we have and kill them in front of us. This incident really affect me and my younger brother badly dat I even forget how to smile since then I always put on straight face we dnt know any of our family member stay with but luckily for us we are already in 3rd term of the session and my parent has already pay our school bill am in primary six while my younger brother is in primary four we jst grow up more than our age and our education is very fast am 8years den nd my younger borther is 7years, God also use our landlord as a helper to us he is the one that take good care of us and provide us food even when we have parent and teachers meeting in school he is the one that represent my parent. After the rent expires we leave the house with only the cloth we put on because that is what we are left with and when the landlord told us to leave d house that the rent has expire I don’t blame him or feel like what he did is not okay because he also have 20 children and two wifes and there only source of income is the house. After we left the house thank God we are already on vacation then like a month we kept wondering around begging for cloth and shelter at the end of the second day we left d house we ended up in a ghetto where the chairman is ready to help us he even give us a room and also provide us job (picking metals around the town from the waste bin) when we come back he might give us 500 each (at least that something) buh it happens that all other brothers that are older than us who are also in the ghetto would keep on cheating us asking for the the money or they beat us up sometimes I might ended up bleeding seriously but would make sure nothing happen to my AR (AbdulRasheed in short) because I felt he is all I got even if our parent don’t live to cater for us I made up my mind to cater for and be like a father, mother and a good brother to him so I do take all the beatings which lead me to getting stronger after recovering from every session of beating after a week of the routing. Something happened the following week. . click on the link below to continue reading http://www.naijanoisemakers.com/2017/08/14/game-legend-18-part-1/

MY LIFE IN MY PASTOR’S HOUSE PART 1 .

I was not that happy when I was forced to leave with my church pastor’s and his family. My pastor name is donald and he has lost his wife. He is quite rich,he had one son two daughters. The son was his firstborn and about 26yrs in age,his name is mark. His second born christine,oh christine was my senior. She is 18yrs of age that looks like 26 with her huge boobs and big backyard. His third born,Hannah in 17yrs of age with very large backyard even more than christine,she is my classmate.They are both very fair in complexion. Oh me,my name is jason,same age with christine,am a bit tall with wizkhalifa body,am the second and the last born. My father was the richest man in my area and my mother is a bussiness woman. Present “Jason,jason,jason” my father shouted from the downstairs angrily. “What’s wrong with this man gan sef”I murmed angrily. I quickly wear my knicker and ran downstair. To my surprise,my father was holding his belt,his eyes were red,I knew am dead. My mother knelt down and was crying profusely. My dad: Jason I heard you slapped your school principal’s daughter, true? *raising up the belt* Me: T…ru..e*stammering* He moved closer to me and said “hope you have a genuine reason?”. Oh God,I can’t tell him Eva(my principal daughter) try to kiss me,though it was a mistake I slapped her. My dad: Can’t you answer? Me: It was mistake. My mum: You heard him. He mistakenly slapped her My dad: Shut up this woman,you want to spoil his life?. Sleeping with Dorothy my friend’s daughter was also a mistake(oh that,she seduced me). Beating up his classmate outside the school is also a mistake(julia said I had small d–k). Be fully prepared,you will be living with pastor donald from tommorrow henceforth. Maybe you will learn your lesson then. He angrily dropped the belt and went to his room. Mama had this look “that’s okay by me”. I went back inside,unclad myself,I stare at my long big d–k “you implicated me” I said softly. I went into the bathroom and have my bath. I put on my uniform,collected my pocket money from mama not after several advice which I just pretended to hear and I went straight to school. One thing about my father,he hates spoilt kid,that’s why he never allow me near all his car,I love trekking and its fun. Oh,I was an ss2 student,same class with hannah,christine was in sss3 and also the senior gir.I was very handsome,fair but not too much in complexion with my killing pink lips I got to school to see many students outside the gate all knelt down,I knew am late and it was my dad’s fault. I walked nearer and I also knelt down,I raise my head to see eva and julia(julia,the one that says I had a small d–k). Eva was very beautiful and a gentle type,she had medium boobs and a-s and was very fair in complexion while julia is choco in complexion and had this huge a-s I’ve never seen though small boobs. Eva looked away the moment our eyes met while julia stared angrily. *weytin concern me,make dem die*. Eva: *finally speak* why are you late? *referring to me* Me: I woke up late. And you what are you two doing here,are you the prefect? Julia: Oh that, senior girl put us here Christine(senior girl): Hey jason,why are you late and why don’t you come to church yesterday? Me: I was very sick yesterday*lied* that’s why I woke up late today Christine: You may enter Eva and julia looked at christine. “What?” Christine asked them “Nothing” they both replied. I heard the rest student murmuring but who cares? Mtcheeeew,I entered smiling . click on the link below to continue reading
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S£X AS SHE TAUGHT ME PART 1 (Completed) .

I was naive as a kid,just a shy nerdy kid. s*x was foreign to me and i neva really found out about it till i was almost 19. Whenever my friends talked about their s*x escapades as teens, i would listen with keen interest,basking in the euphoria of the tale. It was as if i was living vicariously through their steamy stories. I rememba John’s stories d most,he was confident and had many older brothers. We looked up to him,although we were mates. Talking to girls was easy for him,and he had them around him always. I can recall vividly how he told us about having s*x in the school toilet with a girl named Clara. I felt hurt and intrigued at the same time because she was my ultimate crush,and we were just 14. I could not grasp it,how she could do something like that . Whenever i saw her walk by,the concocted image of John and her,writhing in S#xual ecstasy,would form in my head,and i would immediately avert my eyes,so as not to give away my emotions. Nevertheless i still enjoyed the stories,they were the highlights of my s*x life as a teen. I went thru secondary school without even kissing a girl. My fantasies were filled with them,hmmmm,girls,i knew when given the chance,i would take it with both hands. And that opportunity came,yes it came,with a bang,and i am forever glad that i was untainted,ready and willing. I met Stephanie when i was in 200level in the university. The second semester had just begun,i was at the bank to pay my school fees,as was alot of the oda students. I saw her standing near the queue, about 5 pple stood btw us. She wasnt beautiful,at least not in the sense that you and i understand. She was tall,dark and glamourous. Her slight hips protuded behind her,complementing her succulent firm bosoms. She had this dreamy look abt her,confident but s*xy**,independent but whimsical. Her inviting lips were doused with a touch of glossy wet lips. Kiss me till u die was literarilly written all over her. God!,i was lost, i stood there looking at her,gaping,wishing. I still rememba every single detail about that day. The sun was shining brightly,but it wasnt hot,a gentle breeze was caressing my face. Her dark skin glowed in the sun. I glanced around and noticed alot of guys eyes were fixed on her . I heard a guy talking behind me,he was telling his friend, “oboy u dey see that bird so ?! “,” i must cage am!”. My heart was beating fast,i stood no chance,there were better guys here,that would get this girl.That moment I wished she would say something,i wanted to hear her voice,so i’l carry it to my dreams,were i’d cherish it for eternity. I got tired of standing,so i sat on the lush,well trimmed grass,near the bank building. Heaven smiled down on me. About 10 minutes later she came n sat near me,i guess she was fed up standing too. I almost screamed with joy,it took alot of self restrain for me not to have shouted. She said sumtin,i didnt hear at first,ofcourse i was still in disbelief,how cud i hv been so lucky ?. “Are u here to pay ur fees ?”,she askd again,this time i promptly replied affirmatively. “This system is so stressful,i cant believe we’ve been here over 2 hours”,”i feel so tired n worn out”. I wanted to tell her she still looked gorgeous, and that would hv sounded corny. To this day,i cant still understand why she spoke to me. All i could say was sorry,it’l soon be over. She just looked at me,blinked her eyes and sighed. She stood up,turned to me n said tanx. I was confused . My eyes trailed her as she walked away,a fading dream,now i was back to reality. I finished my bank stuffs n headed out d banking hall,i had almost forgotten abt her,when i saw her again.This must be fate. This time i walked over to her,in my heart i prayed she still remembered me. “hi”, “hey you” she replied. “Guess your done ?” i answered yea. We chit chatted a bit,she said she would come bk d next day to finish up,as she had something to do now. I offered to come keep her company the nxt day,to my surprise she agreed . She asked for my phone,punched in her numbers and left. It felt so surreal,i couldnt believe it,even when i got bk home and told my friends,they too didnt believe it. Obviously she was older than me,i guessed maybe abt 5 or 6 years. I was almost 19 and she looked mid mid 20s. I waited till the next day to call her,if she gave me a wrong number,i wouldnt sweat it,i was contented already,and never thought things could progress this far. At the second ring she picked up,time paused,i was silent,i tried to talk,no words came out,it was her voice,it was unmistakeable. It was soft and serene,music to my ears. I hung up,trying hard to catch my breath. She called back immediately,i picked and mumbled something inaudible. She knew it was me. “Are you still coming?”, ” ofcourse” i retorted. “ok see u in a bit”. She dropped the call. . click on the link below to continue reading http://naijanoisemakers.com/2016/12/12/sx-taught-part-1/

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