Hey guys! Here is a weekly series to keep you company during this Coronavirus lockdown. Enjoy.

How did I get here?

It’s been 3 months since D and I saw each other…physically. The frequent video calls and selfie exchanges helped a bit but it is not the same thing. I wish we were together especially in this period. How long is the lockdown going to last? What should I do with myself till then? Way before the coronavirus outbreak, all I wanted was to run away from adult responsibilities and go sit on his face. If I had no bills to pay trust me to dump all I am doing and go get me some dick. Now talking about dicks, my neighbour has been having a field day. If I didn’t know better I’d think a pornography director is shooting next door because the moans have been nonstop. No cap.

Last night their moans kept me awake till 2am. When I eventually fell asleep I had vivid sexual dreams. I was getting a massage from strong masculine hands. He kneaded my shoulder blades and trailed his fingers to my lower waist then went back up. I grinned in delight when he began to knead my buttcheeks, my grin gave my way as my lips formed an O as I tilt towards the big O when he went lower and started teasing my… THEN I WOKE UP! Sweaty and frustrated! To more moans from my neighbour’s room! God! Have I not suffered enough?

sent a message to D rambling about my neighbour’s sex marathon and the dream and how I wish I could fly to Lagos.

Then I plugged in my earpiece and tried to fall back asleep.

2 chimes from my phone woke me around 8. It was a message from my lover.

‘No please. Don’t risk it.’

‘Why don’t you touch yourself then?’

Is he for real? Hasn’t it been established already that touching myself only sets me over the edge.

‘No.’ I was furious with him already for not remembering.

‘What about Big chief? It should help at least?’

Big chief was my vibrator and big chief can’t help because I have no batteries for it.

‘Told ya Big chief’s batteries spoilt and I forget to get new ones. See, stop with this unecessary talk talk abeg. Mtcheew’ I hit send with anger and dumped my phone on the bed. I should channel my energy elsewhere, I finally settled on doing my laundry. I was spreading my clothes on the line when Omar came out. He was shirtless save for the grey joggers he was wearing. The bucket he held was filled with female undies.

Well done, let me jezz stay here o. Social distancing fah’ he flashed his teeth after saying this. He must have thought he made sense.

‘Oni shina radarada, wanton fornicator, see his stupid smug face’ I thought before giving him a weak smile. He began to arrange the contents of his bucket on the line and the look of contentment on his face made me want to slap the taste out of his mouth. My anger made me bang my right hand against the iron rod holding the line and I yelped in pain.

‘Are you okay?’

Fool. Does it look like I’m okay? ‘Hnuuuh’ I mumbled something while tears welled in my eyes.

‘Hey? I can help with the rest of that if you don’t mind.’ Omar said moving towards me.

I vigorously shook my right hand to set off the pain before telling him no and then thanked him for offering.

‘No wahala’ he said and began clipping the panties and bras. ‘His girl is shameless sha’ I thought inwardly because I’d rather eat ass than spread my intimate wears outside. D used to tease me for being such a prude. Neither his taunting nor his different articles on why panties need heat will ever make me spread my undies, most especially my pants outside. It’s like me spreading my vagina apart in public and touching my clitoris to play with it. No!

I went back in to meet missed calls and gazillion WhatsApp messages from D. By then, I was less angry with him, with myself, with Omar, with the iron rod. I picked immediately when he called back again and his voice turned my body to butter. We went back and forth, telling each other in different ways how much we want to Bleep each other senseless. We went from phone call to video call which ended with his jizz almost landing on his phone screen. It felt good to him but it wasn’t the same for me. Why is orgasm so easy for men? The sight of his penis however aesthetically and sexually pleasing it was has never made me orgasm. Sure I feel slight tingles but it doesn’t make me crazy Hot like my body makes him. Staring at my boobs is enough to make D cum. One time we were having dinner when he came over to Abuja for a meeting, I was wearing a plunging neckline dress. D ruined his briefs just from the watching me eat. In his defense ‘they are so succulent, big, very very yellow and perfect.’

When we eventually ended the video call with proclamation of love for each other. I surfed through Netflix for a movie to watch. D is definitely going to sleep after that, I have no friend to chat up because I don’t keep them. I fell asleep while watching Money heist that it took me a while to hear Omar knocking on my door.

‘Towla! Towla!’ He called out in his usual corrupt way of pronouncing my name Tola. I opened the door to see him holding all my clothes and the compound drenched with rain.

Oh my God… I didn’t even…. thanks’ I was disoriented because I sprang up from bed and raced to the door to open it. I opened my door wider and awkwardly motioned to the love couch for him to drop my clothes.

‘Thank you. Sorry sorry sorry’ I effusively said. I felt a bit guilty for insulting him and his lover in my head. He gave me thumbs up after dropping my stuff and said he came earlier to inform me to come pack them but when he didn’t hear a response he went to pack them because he figured I was asleep. ‘Thanks’ I said again before locking my door.

A light knock came few minutes after. ‘Yeah?’

‘It’s Omar.’

I opened the door and he was holding my black blazer ‘I think they dropped while I was bringing them.’

‘Oh thanks.’

‘Ya welikom’ he says as he gave me the thumbs up again. That was my undoing. My eyes somehow went to his crotch area and it’s a snake!

He walked back to his flat and I stood for some minutes digesting what I just saw. I have heard of northern men packing serious meat but I thought that only applied to Hausa men and Omar has staunchly said he is Gwari not Hausa sooo. Omg omg.

I find myself wondering if that was his erect size? His flaccid size? Is he bigger than D? I went to bed that night with my strong will not to touch myself to Omar threatening to fail.

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Thank you. I will.

Hey guys. Here is the second episode of the story I am writing.


It’s a brand new day…halleluyah.

D and I kept each other company last night on WhatsApp after I won him on every iMessage games we played. We kept exchanging funny memes, news, opinions and conspiracy theories regarding the virus. D said it is not a bio weapon and it just happened. Well, I believe it is a bio weapon that was intentionally released to reduce earth’s population. I made references to movies, books with similar world control themes. He mentioned his mother’s warning about the end times.

D ❤️: Mumsie has been telling me to read my bible religiously that Jesus is coming and my old man sent a WhatsApp broadcast that defines COVID-19 as Christ Over Viruses & Infectious Diseases.

Me: Scrimm!!! Omg why are parents like that? My mum said I should boil limes and drink every morning. Lol.

D ❤️: Ikr? Mumsie said ‘only the saved will be safe.’

Me: Really?

D ❤️: Yeah.

Me: Did you tell her she is wrong though?

D ❤️: About what?

Me: Being saved and all. That thinking is ignorant.

D❤️: My own mother? Ignorant?

Me: I didn’t call her that but her thinking is dangerous!

D❤️: Yeah but you are the right one with the word order fallacies?

D❤️: World* See come down from your high horse and see the bigger picture.

Me: What bigger picture?

D❤️: Forget.

D❤️: Talk to you later.

I tried his number immediately and in his usual fashion, he didn’t pick the first time and when I tried again. He has switched off his phone. Typical D.

I scrolled through my Twitter TL but the updates on coronavirus were overwhelming so I logged off for my mental health. I lay on my bed pondering on what the stats would be by April, I thought of how things may change or not. I wondered how long the lockdown would be for. I thought of my mum, who, when I called, sounded grumpy on the phone and complained about being indoors.

‘It’s for your safety’

‘Safety keh? It’s the new lace Alhaja Khadijat just supplied me that is even paining me. Shey you know this woman inflated her price? If not because of corona I would have ordered from Imran straight. I haven’t even sold one before they say ‘everybody stay inside’ Ehn ehn they have postponed Titilope’s wedding till November o…’ my mum went off moving seamlessly from one topic to another. It was as if she listed all she had to say in front of her and she was picking them one after the other. When we exchanged our goodbyes my airtime was as good as finished.

What to do? What to do? I walked aimlessly from my bedroom to my living room back to my bedroom and then living room. Thinking about it, D was actually wrong for saying this place is too big for me and I’d get tired of all the space. I can’t imagine being in a place that will make me feel like I was choking. I turned on the TV and pondered on what to watch on Netflix then I got fed up and turned off the T.V. I can’t bear to watch the news else I see new updates on the number of deaths related to coronavirus. I opened my window and gazed at the hibiscus planted in the compound. I pretended I was in a music video and stared wistfully at the hibiscus plant. Maybe I should just go and sit outside.I grabbed my phone and earpiece, wore shorts under my basketball jersey and perched on the pavement in front of my flat. I could hear Kizz Daniel crooning from my neighbour’s flat. Not everyone is having a boring quarantine like me. I was about to plug in my earpiece when the music stopped and a loud hiss followed.

‘Nepa una papa penis!!!’

A feminine laughter tumbled out, rich, warm and lively. ‘Omar you don craze finish’ she said as she laughed. Inaudible sentences followed and I shut them out with my earpiece. I was reading the latest gossip on INSTABLOG9JA when Omar and his lover came out. They both waved at me and went to grab a plastic chair each from the pile beside the garage. They also grabbed pieces that made up the plastic table and fixed it. Then I saw his lover bring out a ludo set. They got down to business and I got down to reading other people’s business.

‘Towla!’

I removed my earpiece ‘what?’

‘Do you mind joining us? And is it Towla or Tola?’ His lover asked. She is a dark skinned, petite lady with full lips. Her slant eyes made her look Asian.

‘It’s Tola but Omar has refused to listen’ I shrugged.

Oh he can be an ass. I’m Oreoluwa, you can call me Ore, so do you mind?’ She gestured at the ludo.

‘Okay’ I grinned shyly, happy that they invited me and feeling awkward at the same time. The nasty thoughts about Omar I keep forcing out of my head for the past few days made me nervous. I hope it isn’t all over my face. I went to grab a chair and joined them.

Ore won the first round, I won the second and we both had a field day trolling Omar wack ludo skills.


‘I didn’t know you were this bubbly sha.’ Ore said suddenly when Omar went in to get us some drinks.

‘Oh’ I said and began fiddling with the dice.And you are so beautiful, why do you like keeping to yourself that much?’ Ore has a firm voice like she is scolding you. She looked straight at me while my eyes look everywhere but hers.

‘I am not really comfortable around people. I don’t even have friends.’ I tossed two dices on the ludo and got a double six.

‘Will you look at that!’ She exclaimed In excitement like I just announced I was donating a billion to coronavirus relief. ‘Anyways’ she continued still looking at me. ‘I thought you had an attitude you know.’

‘I don’t’

‘Then I thought maybe you once had an history with Omar.’

‘Wait what?’ I chuckled and then I remembered Omar’s penis imprint and my neck became hot. I swallowed my saliva and shook my head to shake off the thoughts.

She grinned mischievously and held out her hand for the dices. She lingered and started stroking my fingers. Then she stopped when Omar came out with the drinks.

‘Supplies!’ He announced.


Omar dropped the drinks and an opener on the table. He was about to sit when a call came in. He carried his drink and phone and went in. We heard him speaking the gbagyi language few minutes after. His language was like a mix between Nupe and Hausa, at least to my ears. Ore kept laughing as he spoke.

‘His language is so funny.’

When he came back out he was typing on his phone, he uncorked his drink with his teeth and leaned against his flat wall as he gulped it down.

‘Ignore him he is a bush man.’ She used an opener for hers and ignored my outstretched hand and proceeded to open mine too. ‘Cheers?’ she said with raised eyebrows as if she was challenging me to say no. ‘Oh cheers yeah’ I said and clinked my bottle against hers. Ore stared deep into my eyes as she swallowed. I was too stunned to look away this time and I stared back. She gave me a toothy grin, winked and then beckoned at Omar to come join the next round.

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Hit me baby one more time.

So, in a strange turn of events Ore and I became cordial. She calls at my flat from time to time. Sometimes she comes with Omar however he doesn’t linger or go through my stuff like Ore. He maintains a respectful distance and cracks dry jokes that I laugh heartily to. I am such a weirdo. Lol.

He has also stopped calling me Towla he now calls me Toola. I guess I will have to put up with the mispronunciation of my name for a long time.



Yesterday when Ore sauntered into my apartment, this time without Omar in tow. She gave me a knowing look before blurting out ‘I saw your vibrator the other day.’

‘Oh?’ I felt nothing. ‘Big Chief’ I shrugged it off.

‘Big kinni? Who names a vibrator Big Chief? Anyways, is it any good though? Can a toy replace a man?’ She gave me that her signature stare daring me to counter her opinion.

‘I believe people have their interests sha’ I was getting pissed with her nosiness and high handedness. Abeg abeg she should come and be going.



‘Sori o Sisi Tola, anyways Omar is going out to get some provisions at the supermarket. I came to ask if you needed anything?’

‘Ei Thank God! My milk has finished oooo please let me write a list!!!’ I tore out a jotter hurriedly and began to scribble down the various things that have depleted in my cabinet. I opened my fridge and quickly scanned through it, okay more eggs, sardines, I still have butter yeah. Okay uhm do I really need more jam? I was contemplating whether to buy more sanitary pads or just make do with the six packs I have left when my phone rang. It was definitely D because I attached a special ringtone to his number.



‘Oh wow’ I muttered. I gave the jotter to Ore who collected it and then mouthed ‘money’

‘oh sorry please’

I was confused because I didn’t want to miss D’s call and I want her and her wahala out of my flat already. I gave her my ATM card and told her the pin is 4444.

She looked like she was about to ask some questions but thought better of it. She left my room and I dived in time to retrieve my phone before it stoppped rigning.

‘Hey stranger’

‘Hello D.’

‘So are you pissed at me?’

‘Pissed?’ I snorted ‘you were the one who ignored me for two days! Two days D! How can you ignore my calls for two whole days? What exactly did I do wrong?’ I gesticulated wildly.

‘I am sorry, actually, the thing is… I overreacted yeah? I realized I was the one who bleeped up. I get pretty defensive when I perceive disrespect towards my mother.’



‘D are you for real? Why will I disrespect your mother? Wha- of all things?’ I was lost for words.

‘Heyyyy baaaabe, I am sorry I admit I was the one who overreacted okay? Can we drop this please?’ His deep voice made my belly warm and I began to melt.

‘So how is my favourite girl doing?’

I began to smile sheepishly and all my hard girl exterior gave way to sweet baby girl. Chei I am such a mumu.

D and I eventually made up and exchanged sweet nothings on the phone for almost an hour. I hung up with a satisfied smile on my lips which disappeared the moment Ore called out my name.

What does this witch want this time?

I opened the door to see her smiling while holding two shopping bags.

‘I brought your stuff’ she held the shopping bags up so I could see ‘So apparently you gave Omar the wrong pin. He had to call me to come ask you the correct pin but you were busy and…’ she left her words hanging, ignored my outstretched hands for the bags and moved towards my kitchen.



My neck went hot. I hope it wasn’t when I was saying dirty things to D. They really sent this girl to me.

‘I am so sorry, geez, I gave you my Zenith card! GT is the one with the 4444 pin. I am so so so sorry. Let me make a transfer please’ I pulled out my phone from my pocket as I followed her into the kitchen.

‘Okay please give me your details’ I sent her the money immediately and made to arrange the stuff they helped me get.

‘I got you something you may need though.’ She smiled mischievously and motioned for me to check the shopping bag. I had almost emptied the bag before I saw it.

Really?! This She-devil got me batteries for my vibrator! That felt so intrusive.

‘Okay… but why though?’ I felt uneasy and uncomfortable.

‘I thought it may come in handy. I mean I’d be frustrated if I was in your shoes…and this afternoon’ Hahah so she heard me? Great! ‘Girl your case is pathetic how can you say you will risk Corona just to suck a dick?! Corona kills and it is serious! That dick can wait.’ She had a mocking smile on her face which didn’t make all she said judgey.

‘Okay. Thanks.’ I expected her to leave but she stood still beside my fridge staring at me. ‘You won’t test it?’

‘Why?’

‘To see if it works’ she laughed ‘what if they sold expired batteries to Omar. Let’s see if it works. I’m curious to see Big Chief’

I went inside my room and she followed me. Does this lady understand privacy? I ignored her though and inserted the batteries and then flipped it on.



‘Oh weeeeeeeee’ she screamed in excitement as the vibrator buzzed. ‘That was epic’

‘Yep.‘ I left the intimacy gadget on the bed and moved to return back to the kitchen. She stood right at the doorway refusing to let me pass. ‘Okay what now?’

‘What what? You don’t have to play hard to get you know.’

‘What are you on about?’ I raised my brows

‘It’s okay. This is a safe place. Omar went back out to get fuel for the generator tonight. It’s just us here okay’

‘Okay I need to go arrange those stuff you brought. I hate leaving things disorganized.’

‘Tola’ she touched me. Soft hands!. Do I have soft hands too? Was her hands soft the other day we played ludo? She touched my cheeks and stroked the nape of my neck. ‘Do you know what is beautiful?’ She asked staring into my eyes.

‘What?’ My throat was clogged and my vagina was throbbing. This is embarrassing. I don’t even understand.

‘A woman…women are beautiful.’ She trailed my lips with her fingers and then she kissed me. She held my head tenderly as she kissed me.

Mayday! mayday!! Kabdhsoiah! Wazz happening? I donnno. Okayyyyyyy her lips are soft, hmmmm she tastes like wait… lemon? Yes lemon, fleshy lemon. Hmmmmmm. The kissing stopped as abruptly as it began. I was reeling.

I felt like I needed to say something so I stuttered ‘that wasss wassaasaaa aweso…so…some’ I gave her a thumbs up. I was giddy. She smiled at me sweetly and pushed me towards the bed.

‘Wanna have some fun?’ She grinned down at me.

‘Yusss’ I responded still giddy. I didn’t know what was happening and I don’t care to understand but I knew I was suddenly naked. Then she was naked and it was another intense make out session again.

I was flying. ‘To hell with D! To hell with his Mama!!! To hell with everybody!!!!!’



Ore’s tongues glided from my lips to my nips to my navel and back up smoothly. Damn! I kept going in and out of consciousness. I am not even exaggerating. Ore sucked my toes!!! Toes get sucked?!!! Since when? Oh my God. I was tilting. She went back up and began to play with my nipples. Out of the blues an intense sweet hotness washed over me. I tingled from my nipples down to my vagina and back up. I found myself yelling

‘What was that? What the Bleep was that!!’

‘That was an orgasm I guess.’ Ore’s voice was thick with desire.

‘From where? My nipples?!’ I was bewildered.

‘Yep!’

‘What? What is happen-ni-ning? What did…oh shit!!!’ I swallowed my words when Ore began to do things with her tongue to my clitoris. I stopped thinking. My head stopped functioning and I zoned in and out. I was flying. I saw colours then everything went pitch black.

Her laughter brought me back, when my vision cleared I saw her grinning between my thighs. Her face was shining.

‘Ready for more? You sweet little thing.’ She didn’t wait for me to respond. She turned on Big Chief, gave me a wicked smile and whispered ‘try not to scream.’

Ore began to glide the vibrator around my clitoris. When I felt myself on he brink of another orgasm I motioned for her to stop as I always do when I am at the peak. She grinned instead and alternated the tempo of the vibrator. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I died while screaming myself hoarse.

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