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We ate mostly in silence. He took five slices while I took four. After the meal, I cleared the table and took the tray back to the kitchen.

My usual practice was to wash plates right after meal. That was what I was about to do when Richard came to join me in the kitchen.

“You’re so organized,” he commented.

“Thanks for the compliment.”

He came to hold my waist from behind.

“You’re the sweetest, honey,” he cooed.

“Hmn.”

He moved closer to my backside, his body pressing against mine. I could feel his desire all over again.

On my buttock, I could feel his hardening member.

“So soon?” I asked, more like saying it.

He breathed down on the back of my neck.

“I will have undying desire for you forever.”

His hands caressed my waist, my tummy and up to my chest. He unwrapped my towel and put it on the kitchen table.

“Hey, we’re in the kitchen,” I protested softly.

"It doesn’t matter, my honey. I will love you anywhere and anytime.”

His hands fondled my boobs. I had to suspend the washing of plates.

There was no way I could combine that with what he was doing and was about to do.

“Richard here is going to love you the way no man has ever loved you before.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, honey. I’m so damned sure.”

He pressed harder against my butt. I closed my eyes and allowed him to have his way.

His fingers rubbed on my nipples. It was my turn to let out a soft moan.

He kept handling the tits. He kissed the back of my neck and I felt wetness in my vagina.

After a while he stopped and brought another condom. He slipped out of his boxer and wore the thing on his penis.

Then, he spread me legs. Holding me by the waist against the kitchen table, he inserted his penis inside my organ from behind. It went in slowly and gently, almost cautiously.

He held my waist tight as he started the thrusting. I placed my two hands on the table while he jerked inside my pussy.

My partner and I made some moaning. Now, Richard did it slower and better than the first time. He also lasted much longer. I would give him a pass mark.

He handled me more like the way you would handle a lady you really cared for.


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He kept handling the tits. He kissed the back of my neck and I felt wetness in my vagina. After a while he stopped and brought another condom.

He slipped out of his boxer and wore the thing on his penis. Then, he spread me legs. Holding me by the waist against the kitchen table, he inserted his penis inside my organ from behind. It went in slowly and gently, almost cautiously.

He held my waist tight as he started the thrusting. I placed my two hands on the table while he jerked inside my pussy. My partner and I made some moaning.

Now, Richard did it slower and better than the first time. He also lasted much longer. I would give him a pass mark. He handled me more like the way you would handle a lady you really cared for.

“I love ... love you, baby,” he muttered as he did his slow, steady thrust.

I was tempted to believe him, but then, some men say things they don’t mean when they are on lust speed. I would take this as one of such moment.

After several minutes, he climaxed. Even as he reached his peak, he still held me tenderly, breathing heavily down on my neck.

After he had regained his breath, he picked his boxer from the floor.

“I’ll go the bathroom,” he said.

I nodded and retied the towel I had used.

I did not go to church again that morning. Richard took me to his flat where I spent the rest of the day.

For lunch, he took to the eatery he took me to on Saturday, while I told him I would prepare dinner. I learnt more about him and his family. Now, I was convinced he was the perfect man for me.

* *

I slept in his flat that Sunday evening. Before we slept, we made another passionate love together.

The sex was hot, sizzling and I prayed it would ever be like that.

On Monday morning, we woke up early to dress up for our respective places of work. He worked at the head office of the micro finance bank in Ikeja, while I worked at Lekki.

We bade each other bye. Before eight a.m., I was at my desk in the office.

“Hey beauty, how was your weekend?” Preye asked.

“Fine. How was your trip to Port Harcourt?”
“Fine, but I miss you.”

I smiled. Did I miss him? When I remembered Richard, my mind said capital NO.

“You even look more beautiful than ever,” he commented.

“Ah, that’s the work of God.”

“Sorry, I didn’t remember to ask, how was your new apartment? You have moved there, haven’t you?”

I nodded. “I’ve moved. The place is fine, thank you.”

Of course the place was fine. Above all, I had just got myself a new boyfriend there.

But I would not tell Preye that. Not right away. I finally had to imply that when he said he would like to visit me in my new apartment.

“I’m sorry, Preye. You have to hold on for now.”

He looked astounded. “What! Why?”

“I’ve just got a boyfriend, and he lives next door.”

He still looked confused. “So? What are you saying?”

I smiled. “It’s either you stick to your wife or you get another girl.”

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He still looked confused. “So? What are you saying?”

I smiled. “It’s either you stick to your wife or you get another girl.”

“I can’t believe you. I can’t believe you’re dumping me for another guy.”

See who was talking. He was supposed to be married and be faithful to his wife, wasn’t he?

But I was expecting him to say this. “The other guy will most likely marry me. You will not!”

That seemed to get him. He still looked like he had heard a very sad news. “Maybe we can meet in my place,” he offered. “Or hotel, or any other place you choose.”

I shook my head. I didn’t really like double dating and I would not do it for him.

Besides, I didn’t want him to spoil my ‘prospects’ with Richard.

At the close of work, I followed the staff bus, as usual. The traffic was heavy. I alighted from the bus at Anthony Bus Stop, took the pedestrian bridge to cross the expressway.

At the Anthony end of the Town Planning Way, I took a bike to my street. At the gate of the house, I met a young lady with a small traveling bag waiting.

“Good evening, ma’am,” she greeted.

I paid the bike man off. “Good evening. You’re looking for somebody?”

“I live here with my mum. I study at Uniben and just arrived Lagos, but mum is not yet at home. I knocked the gate, but no one seems around.”

“I’m the new tenant,” I announced and brought my keys out. From a hole, I put my two hands to unlock the gate from inside.

“You can come and wait in my flat while you wait for her,” I offered.

“Oh, thanks, aunty.”

I opened my apartment. “What’s your name?”

“Omon.”

“Have your seat.”

“Thanks, ma’am.”

I went to my bedroom to change from the office wear to casuals. I was soon back in the sitting-room.

“If you want water, there some in the fridge in the kitchen.”

“I’m okay, ma’am.”

I suddenly caught something in her eyes. The way she ogled my body sent instant messages to me. All the same, I decided to play it cool. I switched on the television and sat opposite her.

“You said you’re undergraduate. What course are you studying?”

“Sociology.”

I nodded. “That’s good. Are you on break or something?”

“Yes. For two weeks.”

I nodded again and stood up. It was time I started cooking. In the kitchen, I called Richard.

“Hello, darling.”

“Oh, honey,” he gushed. I was about to call you. The workload is much and I may come home late.”

“Oh, oh. I hope no too late.”

He laughed shortly across the line. “I hope so too. Don’t worry, anytime you see me, I will definitely make up for the lost time.”

I smiled. “Okay, dear.”

“See you.”

“Okay.”

I didn’t need to eat much. I was a lighter eater anyway, so Quaker oat mixed with milk and sugar would be okay.

I remembered I had a guest in the house.
“Omon,” I called. “Will you like to take some oat?”

There was a slight pause. “Okay, okay, ma’am.”

I remained in the kitchen to make the meal. Few minutes later, it was ready.

“Omon, come and take the food.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She came to the kitchen and I pointed at the tray. She took it and we moved to the dinning- table.

“When is your mum coming back home?” I asked.

“She said soon.”

Across the dining table, I studied her features. She could be more that twenty-two. Her pretty face was attractive, and so was her figure.

As I bisexual, I had no problem easily falling in love with a sexy, young lady. Again, I caught the look I had earlier seen in her eyes.


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She came to the kitchen and I pointed at the tray. She took it and we moved to the dinning- table.

“When is your mum coming back home?” I asked.

“She said soon.”

Across the dining table, I studied her features. She could be more that twenty-two. Her pretty face was attractive, and so was her figure. As I bisexual, I had no problem easily falling in love with a sexy, young lady.

Again, I caught the look I had earlier seen in her eyes.

We took our meal.

“Your boyfriend must be proud of you,” I suddenly said.

She seemed to be surprised by my question.

After a couple of seconds, she replied, “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

It was my turn to look surprised. “A pretty girl like you? Why?”

She smiled ruefully and shrugged. “I don’t like boyfriend.”

For a young lady to say that, she must either be a die-in-the-wood Christian or she was what I suspected she was. I smiled too.

“We can be friends,” I said and winked at her. “I mean good friends.”

She nodded. “You’re beautiful. That will be fantastic.”

I was now almost convinced, but not totally. After the meal, she cleared the table. I could hear the water running as she washed the plates and bowls.

After a couple of minutes, she came back to the sitting-room. She sat on the two-seater that she was sitting before. I gave her a minute and went to sit beside her there.

“Your hair is beautiful,” I said, tentatively touching her attached hair.

She smiled at me. “Yours is beautiful too, aunty.”

“Call me Kween.”

She nodded. “You’re beautiful, Kween.”

My hand moved from the hair to the base of her neck. Softly, I caressed the part. She didn’t cringe away.

Neither did she make a repugnant face. I smiled again. I had got the proof I needed.

I caressed the neck more and she purred. I slid my right hand to her short skirt and to her thigh. Omon rocked a little as I squeezed and kneaded the warm silky flesh of her thighs.

She did not just sit down there like a doll. Her hands came straight for my boobs and squeezed them.

The moment she did that, I felt excitement all over my body. I could feel a thrilling little pulse that seemed to shoot up and create a delightful tingle in my nipples. When I looked at her face, I knew that she was enjoying every part of this act as much as I did.

I could see what I recognized as blissful expression on her face.

Distantly, I could hear the outside gate open.

Moments later, her phone started to ring and we had to stop our frolicking. She removed the phone from her bag.

“It’s mum,” she said.

I had thought as much. “Answer the call.”

She nodded. “Hello, mum.”

Even from outside, I could hear her voice. “Omon, where’re you?”

“I’m at the new tenant’s flat.”

“I’m back.”

“Okay, mum. I’m coming.”

She cut the line and looked at me wistfully.

“Sorry, we will have to continue another time.”



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She nodded. “Hello, mum.”

Even from outside, I could hear her voice.

“Omon, where’re you?”

“I’m at the new tenant’s flat.”

“I’m back.”

“Okay, mum. I’m coming.”

She cut the line and looked at me wistfully. “Sorry, we will have to continue another time.”

“I understand.”

Briefly, we kissed fully on the lips and she left.

I sighed as I watched her go. If there was anything I hated, it was the abrupt end to a passionate moment. I suddenly shrugged. Omon had just come to Lagos and we would still have the opportunity of having intimate moments together.

Where Omon had stopped, Richard would continue, I decided.

But I was disappointed that evening. I didn’t know when I slept off in the sitting-room, still waiting for him.

By the time I woke up, it was few minutes to two o’clock in the morning. I decided not to go and knock at his door that late hour. He was the one who came to knock on my door few minutes after five p.m.

“Good morning, my beautiful baby,” he greeted.

“Good morning. What ...?”

He didn’t let me complete the sentence.

Swiftly, his lips came for mine. Like a couple that had starved themselves of sex. He lifted me and flopped me on the sofa. In a frenzy manner, he removed his boxer and singlet.

“Let me help you with that,” he said huskily as he started removing my sleep wear. In a matter of seconds, the two of us were naked.

“First and foremost, I miss these.” His mouth went to my tits. Each of his lick and near nibbling brought tingling sensation all over my body.

After several seconds, his mouth travelled to my navel. He kissed and licked the navel the way no man had ever to be before. I rubbed his back and encouraged him on.

Finally, the mouth made its trip to my vagina. The way he licked and teased the clitoris made me realize that he cherished the action, unlike what I had thought before now.

“Hmn ..oh, oh, oh, Richard,” I moaned, pressing his head down.

That seemed to make him go crazier as he sucked my pussy the more, running his tongue all over it and tingling it till no end.

I gasped for breath, all for electric-like pleasure. When he was satisfied with that, he shoved his cock to my face. It was my turn to lick his private organ. I spat on the cock, ran my finger to make it all wet and started the lick from its tip. It was solid hard and I liked it that way.

From the tip-teasing to throaty sucks, I worked on him while he moaned in pleasure.

“Jeeze, you’re the best. Uh, uh, I … I swear you’re the best,” he whispered.

He rolled his eyes while his body shivered. Some seconds later, he grunted and released a deep throated moan.

“I’m …I’m coming,” he mumbled. His cock exploded with a stream of semen.

I removed it and pointed it my chest, bathing that part of my body with the substance.
We sat on the sofa, exhausted but satisfied that we had got just what we wanted.

“That was what I should have given you last night,” he said. “Well, now, I’ve finally given it to you.”

I grinned. “It’s well-appreciated, dear.”

Later, we went to have our bath and prepare for work. I must leave early so that I would get to work on time.

The work went on smoothly. During the lunch break, Preye asked the office assistant to bring a pack of fried rice for me.

While I was eating it, he came to meet me.

“Is there a way we can still keep our relationship?” he asked in a pleading tone. “Fact is I miss you so much and I want you back.”

I shook my head. Was that why he bought the food for me? If he thought he could woo me back, he was making a big mistake.

“I’m sorry, Preye. It won’t be possible for us to get together again.” I went sarcastic: “Try to be faithful to your wife.”

He was unruffled by my statement and remained so. I stuck to my decision. To me, the only man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with was Richard. Let guys like Preye go and ‘sit down.’

That afternoon, the traffic was light so I got home early. I went to my bedroom to change to casuals. I had barely changed when knocks sounded at my sitting-room door.

I quickly went there to see who was there. It was Omon. She was wearing a brown bum short and a spaghetti top. I couldn’t see any strap of her bra, but her tits looked perky and attractive all the same.

“Hello, Omon, baby. How’re you?”


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We sat on the sofa, exhausted but satisfied that we had got just what we wanted.

“That was what I should have given you last night,” he said.
“
Well, now, I’ve finally given it to you.”I grinned. “It’s well-appreciated, dear.”

Later, we went to have our bath and prepare for work. I must leave early so that I would get to work on time. The work went on smoothly. During the lunch break, Preye asked the office assistant to bring a pack of fried rice for me. While I was eating it, he came to meet me.

“Is there a way we can still keep our relationship?” he asked in a pleading tone. “Fact is I miss you so much and I want you back.”

I shook my head. Was that why he bought the food for me? If he thought he could woo me back, he was making a big mistake.

“I’m sorry, Preye. It won’t be possible for us to get together again.” I went sarcastic: “Try to be faithful to your wife.”

He was unruffled by my statement and remained so. I stuck to my decision. To me, the only man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with was Richard. Let guys like Preye go and ‘sit down.’

That afternoon, the traffic was light so I got home early. I went to my bedroom to change to casuals. I had barely changed when knocks sounded at my sitting-room door. I quickly went there to see who was there. It was Omon. She was wearing a brown bum short and a spaghetti top. I couldn’t see any strap of her bra, but her tits looked perky and attractive all the same.

“Hello, Omon, baby. How’re you?”“Thank God you’re around now. The whole house has been boring since morning.”

I opened the door wide for her to come in.“I would have even called you but I didn’t get your number. How was work?”I smiled at her and watched as she sat on the sofa she sat on yesterday.

“Work was fine. So, you were indoor through-out the day?”

“Yes. Towards noon, NEPA took light, and it has been so boring.”

“But there is light,” I pointed out as I switched on the television.

“Yes. They brought it few minutes ago.”“I see.”

I did not want to rush things so I did not sit beside her yet.She looked at me and smiled.

“Sorry, mummy interrupted our act the other time.”

I smiled too. “Tell me about yourself and your mum. You’ve not even mentioned a thing about your dad.”

At the mention of her dad, her countenance changed. “Dad is the most irresponsible man on earth. I’m the only child my mother has for him. Because of that, he abandoned her and marry another woman. He abandoned us.”

I could feel bitterness in her tone. “Sorry about that.”

She nodded. “Thanks. The good thing is my mother has a good job. She’s a nurse at one of the State’s General Hospitals.”

“When did your father abandon the family?”

“When I was ten.”

“It’s alright,” I consoled. “I can see that your mum is trying to give you her best. Face your studies and face your life.”

She nodded again. “Thanks, Kween.”

“Oh, come over here. Let me give you some warmth.”

Omon moved from her sit to where I sat. I patted my laps. She sat on them while I wrapped my hands round her waist. Slowly I moved my left hand on the dainty waist. She had the smallest waist I had ever seen. My right hand lifted up her spaghetti top. My hand caressed the waist, moved to the navel, went back to the waist and moved up to her chest. It for went to her left tit.

My fingers caressed and slightly twitched her nipple. The soft breast was warm in my hand and I caressed it more.She went into action too. Her hands rubbed my back before coming to the front to handle my boobs. My fingers moved to her other tit. It was the same warmth and sensation that I experienced. My fingers round the nipple, forming a circle to match the areolae.

With the position she was sitting on my laps, it was very easy for me to put her tit in my mouth. I started with the left tit, licking the nipple and sucking on them. She wrapped me tighter in her hands and moaned softly.I continued with the sucking and alternated between the two tits. It was a very exhilarating experience I hoped would continue for a very long time. After some minutes, I stopped my act. It was to allow her do what she felt like doing. If wanted my boobs, they were ready.

But she wanted something else. She stood up to remove my short. As usual, there was no pantie underneath. Her right fingers went to my vagina. She caressed the part, before going for the clitoris. I closed my eyes, my right hand going for her left tit. She soon progressed from the finger to her tongue and moth. They suckled my clits and I felt I was on top of the world. After minutes, she used her fingers again. She put two of them in my vagina and made short jerks.

Now, Omon was fucking me with her fingers and I was damn enjoying it. She did it deftly like somebody who really knew what she wanted and what she was doing. We made soft moans. It was obvious the two of us found the act very pleasant and desirable.Her short jerks became fast. I felt I was going crazy with pleasure. This girl surely knew how to make one go gaga. I twitched her nipples and squealed in delight. My heart beat increased and I could feel climax coming. She must have thought so too. She stepped up her act and I stepped up mine. I could feel increase in my blood pressure.

Her tit in my hand felt bigger consequently, my genital muscles, including the introitus went through rhythmic contractions. I got to my peak. For the next thirty seconds or so, I went into a paroxysm of pleasure, letting out a loud moan. Almost simultaneously, she experienced her orgasm too.We stopped to take some breath back. While it was true that as female, we didn’t need refractory, we decided that we had had enough for the day.

We wore our clothing back and sat next to each other, holding hands.

“You’re such a sweet girl, Omon,” I said.She grinned. “You’re even sweeter, Kween.”

Through the window, I could see that it was getting dark. I remembered I had not thought of what I would have for dinner. “Will you like to take fried rice?” I asked.

“I don’t mind.”

“Give me a minute.”

I went to my bedroom to bring some money. I was soon back. I gave her some one thousand naira notes.“There’s a good eatery at Town Planning Way, or any other place you know. Buy two packs. There is money for transport there too.”She nodded, collected the money and stood up.




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She left with her pack. The moment she stepped out, Richard called my number. “I’m waiting, baby.”

“I’m coming.” I decided to go and meet him with my remaining food.

“I was waiting for you to come so that I could take you out for dinner,” he said upon seeing the food pack in my hand.

“Oh.”

“We can still go out all the same,” he quickly added.

I shook my head. “Maybe, I’ll wait for you. I’m already filled.”

“It won’t be a good thing for me to leave my Kween in the house while I go and eat.”

The next words I was about to say were interrupted by a knock on his door. Without waiting for a response, the knocker turned the knob and came in.

It was a young lady, probably of my age. She briefly looked at me in surprise before facing Richard.

“Hey, Sola, met my good friend, Kween.” He turned to me. “Kween, meet my younger sister, Sola.”

I studied the young lady briefly. Yes, they looked alike a bit. She also gave a grin similar to the one he liked to give.

“Hello, Sola. Pleased to meet you.”

“Hello, Kween.”

We nodded and regarded each other. She was rather cool in her response. Inwardly, I shrugged.

“How’s everyone at home?” he asked her.

“They’re all fine.”

She sat on a sofa and stretched her legs. Somehow, I found my presence in the house awkward.

“Er, we’ll see later, Richard.”

He didn’t oppose my suggestion. “Alright, my queen. We’ll see later.”

Still clutching my food pack, I left the place. Back in my apartment, I had a feeling Sola did not approve of me. Why? Was she not supposed to be happy for her brother who, from all intents, had found his love?

I finished my food, drank from a plastic bottle of carbonated water and relaxed on the two-seater. I flicked on the television to watch my favorite channels.

I expected Richard to come in any time, or to call me on the phone that I should return to his apartment. Up till minutes after ten o’clock, he had not done so. I was already feeling sleepy. I moved on to the bedroom. Within seconds, I slept off.

* * *

I was up from the bed five a.m. I immediately moved to the toilet t ease my self. Then, I had a cold bath and prepared for work. I still hadn’t heard from Richard. I was getting apprehensive. Why must the coming of his sister take precedence over every other thing?

I wore a black skirt suit and left for work. At work, I tried to concentrate and forget every other thing.
Towards noon, my mum called from her Ibadan base. She was a cloth trader at one of the shops at Mapo shopping complex, and she was doing quite well.

“Hello, Kween.”

Hello, mummy. How’re you?”

“I’m fine o. We’re all fine over here. How’re you over there, and how’s your work?”

“Fine, mummy.”

“I hope you’ve not forgotten the important thing we’ve been talking about.”

I knew what she meant. For about a year now, she had been on my neck about bringing a man home.

“I’ve not forgotten mum. I’m on it.”

“Ah, you should not forget. What I’m expecting from you is a call that you’ve got the man and you’ll be bringing him to me for proper introduction.”

I nodded. She was quite right. My mind went to Richard. Surely, Richard should fit in.

“Very soon, mummy, you’ll hear that call from me, I promise,” I said.

“Okay, Kween. See you.”

“Bye, mum.”

She disconnected the line and I sighed. About an hour later, Richard called me.

“Hello, my Kween. Sorry, I’ve not called you all the while.”

“Why was that?” I demanded.

“Well, Sola is a little bit troublesome, and she has come with some troubles, as usual.”

“What kind of troubles?”



He seemed to sigh across the line. “Oh, it’s a family thing. As time goes on, you will understand.”

I didn’t like the blank answer he gave but I decided not to press the issue further, at least for now. Few minutes to four o’clock, Richard called again.



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She left with her pack. The moment she stepped out, Richard called my number. “I’m waiting, baby.”

“I’m coming.” I decided to go and meet him with my remaining food.

“I was waiting for you to come so that I could take you out for dinner,” he said upon seeing the food pack in my hand.

“Oh.”

“We can still go out all the same,” he quickly added.

I shook my head. “Maybe, I’ll wait for you. I’m already filled.”

“It won’t be a good thing for me to leave my Kween in the house while I go and eat.”

The next words I was about to say were interrupted by a knock on his door. Without waiting for a response, the knocker turned the knob and came in.

It was a young lady, probably of my age. She briefly looked at me in surprise before facing Richard.

“Hey, Sola, met my good friend, Kween.” He turned to me. “Kween, meet my younger sister, Sola.”

I studied the young lady briefly. Yes, they looked alike a bit. She also gave a grin similar to the one he liked to give.

“Hello, Sola. Pleased to meet you.”

“Hello, Kween.”

We nodded and regarded each other. She was rather cool in her response. Inwardly, I shrugged.

“How’s everyone at home?” he asked her.

“They’re all fine.”

She sat on a sofa and stretched her legs. Somehow, I found my presence in the house awkward.

“Er, we’ll see later, Richard.”

He didn’t oppose my suggestion. “Alright, my queen. We’ll see later.”

Still clutching my food pack, I left the place. Back in my apartment, I had a feeling Sola did not approve of me. Why? Was she not supposed to be happy for her brother who, from all intents, had found his love?

I finished my food, drank from a plastic bottle of carbonated water and relaxed on the two-seater. I flicked on the television to watch my favorite channels.

I expected Richard to come in any time, or to call me on the phone that I should return to his apartment. Up till minutes after ten o’clock, he had not done so. I was already feeling sleepy. I moved on to the bedroom. Within seconds, I slept off.

* * *

I was up from the bed five a.m. I immediately moved to the toilet t ease my self. Then, I had a cold bath and prepared for work. I still hadn’t heard from Richard. I was getting apprehensive. Why must the coming of his sister take precedence over every other thing?

I wore a black skirt suit and left for work. At work, I tried to concentrate and forget every other thing.
Towards noon, my mum called from her Ibadan base. She was a cloth trader at one of the shops at Mapo shopping complex, and she was doing quite well.

“Hello, Kween.”

Hello, mummy. How’re you?”

“I’m fine o. We’re all fine over here. How’re you over there, and how’s your work?”

“Fine, mummy.”

“I hope you’ve not forgotten the important thing we’ve been talking about.”

I knew what she meant. For about a year now, she had been on my neck about bringing a man home.

“I’ve not forgotten mum. I’m on it.”

“Ah, you should not forget. What I’m expecting from you is a call that you’ve got the man and you’ll be bringing him to me for proper introduction.”

I nodded. She was quite right. My mind went to Richard. Surely, Richard should fit in.

“Very soon, mummy, you’ll hear that call from me, I promise,” I said.

“Okay, Kween. See you.”

“Bye, mum.”

She disconnected the line and I sighed. About an hour later, Richard called me.

“Hello, my Kween. Sorry, I’ve not called you all the while.”

“Why was that?” I demanded.

“Well, Sola is a little bit troublesome, and she has come with some troubles, as usual.”

“What kind of troubles?”



He seemed to sigh across the line. “Oh, it’s a family thing. As time goes on, you will understand.”

I didn’t like the blank answer he gave but I decided not to press the issue further, at least for now. Few minutes to four o’clock, Richard called again.



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She left with her pack. The moment she stepped out, Richard called my number. “I’m waiting, baby.”

“I’m coming.” I decided to go and meet him with my remaining food.

“I was waiting for you to come so that I could take you out for dinner,” he said upon seeing the food pack in my hand.

“Oh.”

“We can still go out all the same,” he quickly added.

I shook my head. “Maybe, I’ll wait for you. I’m already filled.”

“It won’t be a good thing for me to leave my Kween in the house while I go and eat.”

The next words I was about to say were interrupted by a knock on his door. Without waiting for a response, the knocker turned the knob and came in.

It was a young lady, probably of my age. She briefly looked at me in surprise before facing Richard.

“Hey, Sola, met my good friend, Kween.” He turned to me. “Kween, meet my younger sister, Sola.”

I studied the young lady briefly. Yes, they looked alike a bit. She also gave a grin similar to the one he liked to give.

“Hello, Sola. Pleased to meet you.”

“Hello, Kween.”

We nodded and regarded each other. She was rather cool in her response. Inwardly, I shrugged.

“How’s everyone at home?” he asked her.

“They’re all fine.”

She sat on a sofa and stretched her legs. Somehow, I found my presence in the house awkward.

“Er, we’ll see later, Richard.”

He didn’t oppose my suggestion. “Alright, my queen. We’ll see later.”

Still clutching my food pack, I left the place. Back in my apartment, I had a feeling Sola did not approve of me. Why? Was she not supposed to be happy for her brother who, from all intents, had found his love?

I finished my food, drank from a plastic bottle of carbonated water and relaxed on the two-seater. I flicked on the television to watch my favorite channels.

I expected Richard to come in any time, or to call me on the phone that I should return to his apartment. Up till minutes after ten o’clock, he had not done so. I was already feeling sleepy. I moved on to the bedroom. Within seconds, I slept off.

* * *

I was up from the bed five a.m. I immediately moved to the toilet t ease my self. Then, I had a cold bath and prepared for work. I still hadn’t heard from Richard. I was getting apprehensive. Why must the coming of his sister take precedence over every other thing?

I wore a black skirt suit and left for work. At work, I tried to concentrate and forget every other thing.
Towards noon, my mum called from her Ibadan base. She was a cloth trader at one of the shops at Mapo shopping complex, and she was doing quite well.

“Hello, Kween.”

Hello, mummy. How’re you?”

“I’m fine o. We’re all fine over here. How’re you over there, and how’s your work?”

“Fine, mummy.”

“I hope you’ve not forgotten the important thing we’ve been talking about.”

I knew what she meant. For about a year now, she had been on my neck about bringing a man home.

“I’ve not forgotten mum. I’m on it.”

“Ah, you should not forget. What I’m expecting from you is a call that you’ve got the man and you’ll be bringing him to me for proper introduction.”

I nodded. She was quite right. My mind went to Richard. Surely, Richard should fit in.

“Very soon, mummy, you’ll hear that call from me, I promise,” I said.

“Okay, Kween. See you.”

“Bye, mum.”

She disconnected the line and I sighed. About an hour later, Richard called me.

“Hello, my Kween. Sorry, I’ve not called you all the while.”

“Why was that?” I demanded.

“Well, Sola is a little bit troublesome, and she has come with some troubles, as usual.”

“What kind of troubles?”



He seemed to sigh across the line. “Oh, it’s a family thing. As time goes on, you will understand.”

I didn’t like the blank answer he gave but I decided not to press the issue further, at least for now. Few minutes to four o’clock, Richard called again.




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