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MY FIRST NIGHT AS A FIRST CLASS PROSTITUTE.... Part 1
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If anyone had told me six hours before
now
that I would be in a room with this aged
fat
man, all dressed looking like a first class
‘runs
babe’, I would have argued with them. I
stared
around, looking almost confused.
It was a Friday and Dorcas, my
roommate,
had called me to inform me of a birthday
party happening later in the day.
She called me from home, and although
her
plan when she was leaving school on
Wednesday was to return to school on
Sunday
evening, she changed her mind and
decided to
come back to the hostel on Friday
evening so
she could attend the birthday bash of a
popular rich man in Lagos.
Dorcas is a party girl. The only thing that
can
make her not go for any big party in
town is
school exams. And we had finished our
second semester exams on Tuesday,
with few
practicals left for the coming week,
hence, her
decision to go home on Wednesday and
return
on Sunday.
It was as if Dorcas knew I was officially
the
‘most bored person’ in the world that
day
when she put a call to me telling me
about
the said birthday bash which her school
mother had invited her to.
From the way she sounded on phone,
there
were lots of incentives attached to being
present at the party. Meeting with top
politicians and top influencers in the
country
(which I was not too keen about), going
home
with lots of cash if you know how to play
your
game quite well… (I didn’t know what
that
really meant, but was hoping everything
would
be just fine), and so many more!
I just wanted to have fun in the company
of
my friends, get out of this my boredom
state
which I had been for 48 hours and return
back
with well… money!
I knew that I was a smart girl (I still am),
so
no matter what games they might be
planning
for everybody present at the party to do
to win
some money, I was sure of myself.
Just like Dorcas, I had no boyfriend but
although Dorcas had been in and out of
five
relationships, I really could not figure out
why
I could not hold on to one.
Most of the guys who had asked me out
ended up irritating me… except Abiola.
Abiola was studying Computer Science
and he
was about two levels above me. It was
the
fifth month since Abiola and I had been
friends (although he was still waiting for
my
reply to his proposal).
The ‘clean’ dark guy was, and is still
cool,
calm and collected. Unlike those other
boys
who just get me irritated with either their
behaviors, orientation or their words,
Abiola
always knew when to talk, keep quiet
and he
was always making me laugh.
Although I was deeply convinced that he
was
the one for me, I still dragged my reply
to his
proposal just to be sure of what I was
getting
into.
“At least, he’s still better than all of
those
other unserious guys,” I had silently
thought.
“I will never allow him go. He’s the one
for
me,” I assured myself further.
But Dorcas is a free bird; she had tried
out
about seven relationships that did not
work
out, they all ended even before they
started.
The last one ended dramatically and I
was
very thankful it ended at the time it did.
Well… when Dorcas called me to intimate
me
on how we were going to meet, I wanted
to
ask her how her school mother, whom
she had
not seen in years, suddenly got across to
her,
to tell her about the gig happening later
in the
day.
She was obviously in a rush to get off
the
phone so as to prepare and get back to
school
on time.
When Dorcas arrived, we were both in a
haste,
and our dressing routine which usually
takes
two hours, ended in less than thirty-five
minutes.
Spotting a sheer tube dress that barely
covered my bosoms and butt, with other
parts
of my body leaving much to be
imagined, I
was all set for the party.
“Wheeeeeeeeeew!” Dorcas exclaimed
when we
were all set. “Omo, you’re simply hot.”
With the both of us gaily dressed, a car
was
already waiting to pick us outside. It was
later
that I got to know that it was part of the
arrangement for the gig; everyone is
taken
care of right from their doorsteps.
When we finally got to the venue, I was
thankful to God that I dressed like a ‘big
babe’, although my parents would have
to
look twice to be sure it was their
daughter
they were actually seeing.
We got to the venue few minutes before
11pm
and there was music and various games
for
all the fine ladies and the ‘big men’.
Looking around, I didn’t see any young
boy
that could conveniently fall into the
category
of the word ‘young’. The space was filled
with
‘big old men’ and many young girls, but I
was
not bothered.
As we moved more into the night, I
noticed
that Dorcas had drifted away from me,
she
was laughing off already in the company
of
two old men. At a point, I didn’t see her
again
and I just concluded she had gone to the
other
side of the space with her newly found
friends.
While I was doing my thing, my eyes got
in
contact with a pot-bellied man for the
third
time. I saw him as he finally got up,
making a
move towards me.

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THE NINTH COCKROACH……Part 1
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Oloshi! Oloriburuku! Thunder fire you!”
yelled the motorcyclist who had almost
hit Emeka who had been lost in thought
as he trudged home that evening. He
turned to the motorcyclist who was still
raining curses on him, an apologetic
look on his face as he watched him
speed away. “It could have been better if
he had knocked me out of this useless
life” he thought, and went on. Two other
motorcyclists had almost run into him
before he finally got home.
By the time he got home, Cynthia was
busy with goat meat pepper soup in the
kitchen. Tears instantly welled up in his
eyes at the sight of her. He quietly
soaked up the tears with his
handkerchief to avoid being noticed. He
then cleared his throat.
“Hello dear, how was today’s work?” She
smiled
“Work was great. And this is too much
for a dinner for two people. What’s up?”
“You mean you can’t guess? It’s your
birthday tomorrow. You always forget”
He became more broken. She loved him
so much, and he loved his wife even
more. The tears he had been holding
forced their way out and she could see
them.
“What’s wrong honey?”
“Everything” he blurted out, walking into
her and hugging her tight, as the tears
raced out of his eyes.
“Everything? Tell me about it”
“Yes, I will…” he sniffed, “…but I have to
take care of something urgent right now,
I’ll be back in an hour” he kissed her
forehead and walked out. Cynthia’s eyes
escorted him until he was out of sight,
her mouth hanging open, and the
expression of confusion on her face.
It was barely thirty minutes later when
Cynthia’s cellphone rang out. She had
been relaxing in the bedroom, awaiting
Emeka’s return, and wondering what
could possibly drag out a tear from her
husband’s eyes. She looked at the
screen of the cellphone and saw that it
was he on the line, she quickly tapped
the receiver.
“Honey where are-”
“Listen carefully to what I’m going to tell
you now” he cut her short, and then he
began his story.
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