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The last thing i remembered as i slept was her beautiful satisfied face kissing me.

I woke up to a punch on the face. It was the most painful thing i had ever felt. The man standing in front of me was atleast 6 foot 4" with the kind of beards that Rickross would envy.

He must be her husband, i said to myself. I wanted to flee but his big frame was covering everywhere, i doubted if apologies would shield me from further punches.

The girl i had just devoured still slept peacefully on the bed, i was sure he was going to kill her after he was done with me.

"I am sorry sir," I said.

That was followed by a blow to my chest, I fell back on the bed.

That was when she woke up.

They stared at themselves for a while. i expected to see fear in her eyes and see hatred in his but it wasn't so. I saw defiance in hers and astonishment in his.

"So you bleeped him?" he asked her, moving closer to where she was.

"Yes, all night" she replied.

I wanted to beg her to shut up, i was in so much pain so i kept quiet.

"Where you satisfied, was he any good?"

"Yes, though i have had better"

i didn't know the kind of hatred she had for him for saying all these things, but i wanted to be spared.

"You packed the bags, why didn't you leave?" he asked her.

"There was no need to be in a hurry, they would be back on Sunday".

That was when i knew something was amiss.

"Who are they? I thought your husband was the one coming on sunday, who is this?" i asked the girl.

I passed out as the next punch made an impact with my face.

When i woke up, the lady and her man were counting some wads of Naira close to the bed.

"Who are you?" I asked the lady.

She smiled back at me, the guy didn't seem to bother, all his attention was on the money.

I realised I had been bound to the bed, both my hands and legs.

"You ask too many questions", she replied.

"Please just answer me, what is happening here?"

She ignored me again and started arranging the money in a different bag.

"So much money makes me Hot", the heavily bearded guy said.

"Come and Bleep me, i am Hot too" she said.

"I thought he bleeped you all night, ma cherrie?"

"But he is not you, dear"

She started pulling off her pant. I wanted to throw up.

"No, i can still see his semen dripping off your holes".

"So you rather Bleep him?"

He nodded.

I thought it was a joke, all i wanted to do was beg for my freedom but i didn't want to interrupt their discussion, they could see it as rudeness, I wanted to be polite.

She tossed him the Vaseline, the same one she had used on me the night before. Then she pulled my boxers, my butt, all naked was facing the bearded guy. She went to him, sucked his dick for a while, then lubricated it with the Vaseline she had tossed to him.

I begged, i cried, i threatened, then i begged some more....the bearded guy didn't care. he rammed himself into me.

We spent most of the evening talking about the kind of weakness that made a guy hit a woman and how it was usually because the guy was insecure himself. I wondered if I should have hit Shade to teach her lesson or two.

When it was time to sleep, I asked her to give me a piece of cloth to cover myself with as I slept on the couch. she refused.

"Please, sleep beside me. I wouldn't be able to sleep if I am alone on the bed. I am scared"

"But I am just a door away" I said, hoping she insists. But she didn't.

I tried to force myself to sleep but I couldn't, I kept thinking of the lady in the other room. I really wanted t spend the night inside her, not on her uncomfortable couch. I wondered if I could just sneak out of the house and meet up wit Jes. The drink was working, I was as Hot as hell.

I slept off.

It felt like a dream, like figment of my imagination. But she was in front of me. she was naked. I closed my eyes again, expecting the optical illusion to let go of me.

"Why are you closing your eyes, don't you want me?"

I gasped. This shit was real.

"I was thinking it is the least I can do for all you have done"

I wanted to say she shouldn't bother, but that was foolishness because I wanted her to. I wanted to bury my face on those ripe looking breasts in front of me but I didn't know how to go about it.

She took my hand and led me into the room. She squatted in front of me and fumbled with my buckle for some time before wriggling it free. then she caressed pulled my boxers to my knees and brought out my dick. As she squatted, I could see the dark sheen made by hair pubic hair, it was beautiful also. Her lovely legs, one on each side of my leg, were resting on her toes. her hand grabbed my asss as she put first the tip of my dick in her mouth, but she went further. I held her head as my teeth grinded against each other.

After sometime of sucking, she stood up with legs spread apart, took my hand and put it in-between. Her warm fluid spread along my fingers, she moaned as I tickled her.

"I want you to make love to me on his bed"

I carried her up and covered the distance to the bed, where I placed her gently with legs spread part.

"Bleep me like I belong to you"

I couldn't believe my luck.

I plunged into her like my life depended on it. she let out a scream that was more from pleasure than pain. Her hands went across my neck as she moved her waist, meeting me thrust to thrust.

After coming for the third time that night, I went to sleep. I woke up to a sensation on my balls. She was sucking at them. involuntarily i became hard.

"I want you to Bleep me anally"

a Vaseline that I didn't notice earlier was scoped by her, she rubbed it generously against my dick and went on all fours. i faced some initially resistance when my dick wanted to get in, but after a few rhythmic thrust, it went in finally. I pumped her with all that i had. the firs reason was because i like the way she backed up her bums, the other reason was i wanted to weaken her o she would let me sleep. After about Fifteen minutes of heart wrenching, hair grabbing, ball tickling anal sex, i came inside her.

The building in which she lived with her husband was in an isolated part of Jerico, Ibadan. It must have been constructed in the 80s but renovated to give it a nice look. Though the house boasted of a garden in front and bright colors of paint at the exterior, there was still a hint of darkness hovering over the premises.

She led the way into the two bedroom apartment. It was very dark inside, I had to watch my steps carefully, all of a sudden she stopped moving but it was already too late for me, so my body crashed into hers. Immediately, the sweet fregnance of her hair and the softness of her bumbum heightened my senses.

"standstill, let me put on the light", she said.

The living room was not too spacious, though it was exquisitely designed.

"Are those your husband's parents?" I asked, pointing to an artwork made of oil paint hung on the wall.

"Yes. Those are the people that gave birth to the bastard!"

I held her as she started crying again. I must admit that I was getting turned on by the softness of her breasts arched against my ribcage.

"You are safe now", I said.

She held on tighter and it felt good.

"I am sure you think I am a mess, I am sorry. Its just that I gave my all for this marriage to work".

She freed herself from my embrace and walked into what I supposed was her room. It was already 5:30pm, I wandered if I should try to convince her to stay in my apartment for the night and leave for Lagos the next morning.

My phone rang, it was Jes. I switched it off.

When she came back t the parlour, she had two big travelling boxes.

"Don't you think it would be a better idea to stay in my house tonight and leave for Lagos in the morning?"

She looked at me for some seconds before replying.

"Don't you have a wife or a girlfriend that would cut off my head?" she asked.

"No, I am single".

"You really think its a good idea?"

"Yes."

She dropped the boxers and walked around. it was clear that she was thinking about my proposal.

"Why don't we stay here for tonight, then you can take me to the park in the morning. I would prefer that, I hope it wouldn't be much trouble. I pretended that I was considering it for a while, then I agreed.

"Thank you very much, I really didn't want to go and meet my friends today with a swollen face"

She came for another hug, I obliged her.

she didn't act like a car was in front of her. I honked but was still met by the blank stare of the very beautiful lady. I got down from the car and approached her. The closer I got, the more I realised that I had underrated her beauty.

"Excuse me, Miss., Why are you standing here all by yourself with that nasty bruise. you should get it treated.

"Leave me alone", came the abrupt reply.

"Are you waiting for someone?"

"Leave me alone. I am fine by myself".

I would have walked away there and then. But I wasn't just staying because I thought she needed help, I was wanted to help her because I already started imagining how it would feel to hold her in my arms. She sure was a good replacement for Shade.

"What is our name?" I asked.

"None of your business".

"Can I take you to the hospital?"

She ignored my question and instead crossed to the other side of the road. I followed suit.

"Were you attacked?"

"Is it any of you business?" she replied.

I ignored the anger in her voice and pressed on.

"Who hit you?"

She wanted to scream at me with her hands already raised up, but the action must have ruptured the fibrin forming a thing layer over the bruise on her brow. Red droplets blood started dripping down her face.

"Stop being strong headed and let me take you to a hospital".

"Do you have a handkerchief?" she asked, trying to stop the flow of blood.

"Yes, but its in my car"

She crossed the road for the second time without regards for me. I was surprised when she went to the passengers corner of my car.i quickly opened the door and she settled in.

"If I let you take me to the hospital, promise me you wouldn't continue with you questions?"

"I promise"

I handed her the scented handkerchief that Shade usually kept in my car.

"What is your name?"

"I thought you promised not to ask me any question?"

I apologised and decided to just drop her off at a clinic in Ijokodo, close to the Polytechnic.

She had a short green gown on. her laps were exposed and I couldn't keep my eyes completely off it. her well structured kneecaps also needed to be admired. her entire leg was fair and spotless.

"Why did you insist on helping me?" she asked, turning to face me with equally enchanting eyes.

"Because I saw you were hurt and couldn't just leave like that".

"You are a good Samaritan then?"

"Call me a good Ibadanite".

She smiled and I could swear that was how angels must look when they smile.

"You are funny".

I wish Shade could hear this amazing girl tell me that I was funny. Bleep you hoe!

"This is not the first time he hit me, but I swear it is going to be the last".

The words were accompanied by tears.

"Who hit you?" I asked.

"My husband".

That dampened my mood a bit. it meant she could not replace Shade. but she would still serve her purpose.

"I didn't know you were married".

"I am. I am married to a demonic man".

he decided to tell me how they met and how he was the sweetest man on earth until few weeks ago when he started exposing his bad temper and need to hit her as a sign of authority.

We had gotten to a clinic and although I still had every intention of straffing her, I felt she needed more space to sort out her emotions.

"You can go into the clinic and get yourself taken care of. Let me get your number so I can check on you l

she used her hands to clean her tears.

" I thought you said you wouldn't leave me?"

I was surprised by those words, didn't know what else I could do to an injured and abused married woman.

"How else can help you?" I put my hand on her lap, encouragingly, she didn't react to it.

"I want to pack my things away from his house now that I can, I don't want to be around when he gets back from Ghana".

"When will he be back?"

"On sunday".

It was a Friday and I felt that she could still leave his house on Saturday, but if she wanted to leave immediately, there was every possibility that my house could be a stop over.

"Where would you be going to?" I asked.

"I would go to Iwo road and get a bus to Lagos. I have a couple of friends there".

I was disappointed.

LarrySun:
The OP should kindly re-read his post and make necessary corrections. Thanks.

THanks, will do so soon, wanted to finish in an hour. will slow down.

My phone rang again, this time I picked it and switched it off. I tried pushing u the sickening image of Joseph bursting inside her, spilling his cum on her stomach, her saliva all over his dick, but I couldn't. I could hear her moaning as he hit her from behind. I had to stop my car Sango bus stop, in front of Total filling station.

I sent her a message, telling her she was killing my battery and I didn't want to hear from her again. I told her I would return her ATM card which was still in my possession. She replied saying she was very sorry. I deleted the message.

Joseph was one of the few guys that intimidated me at work. He was not just handsome, he was also very intelligent. He also happened to marry one of the most sexy girls I had seen. many a time, during pre-intimacy with Shade, I'd fantasize that I was with his wife, my erection usually became firmer. If he knew I was jealous of him and all that he had working for him, he never showed it. We usually hung out on weekends, watching premiership in his apartment or mine.

He had teased me countless number of time, how if I wasn't going to marry Shade, I should let him have a go at her. He told me he would toss his wife in as a sweetener, ofcourse he was kidding so we'd just laugh about it. He didn't know I was the person that sent his wife numbers and images of girls he was cheating on her with. I had this secret SIM that I used for my mission. Surprisingly, their marriage seemed to go on smoothly. I had flirted with her about a month ago. we where at a dinner party organised by the bank at which we worked. I had pulled her to the dance floor and as we rocked on, I told her she had a behind to die for, and if she was ever bored, she shouldn't be shy to call me. "Your friend never makes me bored", she said and shortly after, left me by myself.

I always thought, Shade like him. She talked about his height, his nice car and how he was really funny. I even sensed she was developing a crush for the guy, but I didn't think they would ever have the opportunity to screw each other.

I started my car engine, making up my mind to visit a university of Ibadan girl I had met some days ago. she seemed smitten by a young Banker, she told me in very clear terms that if I wasn't after only her puna, ten I could have all I wanted, including her puna.

"Hello Jes, are you in the hostel?"

"Yes Dapo, long time o!"

"Im coming to pick you up, hope you aint busy"

"Nope, I aint. I will be waiting"

"Okay, I am on my way".

I stopped at a bar opposite Sango police station and bought a small plastic bottle of Origin bitters. I had every intention to have her all night. In three gulps, the bottle was empty, I was in business.

Driving down to University of Ibadan, that was when I saw her. She was standing infront of Ventura Mall, she had the face of an angel. Her beauty was unlike I had ever seen and even though I had passed her by some metres, I reversed to where she stood.

That was when I saw the swollen part of her brow, the sorrow in her eyes. her eyes were still watery. I decided that I must be the hero to this beautiful damsel.

My phone kept ringing but I didn't pick it up.

I knew it was Shade wanting to ask for forgiveness. It wasn't that I blamed her for finally having the guts to cheat on me, I just felt betrayed. she should have chosen someone further than our circle. indeed I had been caught countless times by her, but most of the girls where faceless. she didn't and wouldn't ever meet them for the rest of her life...except she wanted to.

When she had insisted I visit her at her apartment in Bodija, I had mixed feelings about it. I expected to get laid, but the sex wasn't as good as before. the terrific behind wasn't as captivating as it was when I had her from the back those many times in my one bedroom apartment. She still had the looks of a model, but show me a very beautiful girl and I will show you a guy that is tired of straffing her. I had entered her rather opulent house to see her looking depressed. Her enviable cheekbones had lost some of its sharpness.

"what is wrong?", I said, running my fingers down her face.

"Nothing", she replied, holding back tears.

"You called me all the way here for nothing?"

Then she started crying.

Shade was an emotional girl, so the tears didn't adequately prepare me for her next words.

"I slept with someone else".

My mouth twitched but I couldn't find the exact words to say to her. I felt defeated, like my crown had been yanked away from me by an unknown dick.

"who?" I asked, taking a few steps backwards.

With tears choking her up, she said it didn't really matter who.

"Dapo, I am sorry I just wanted to get back at you".

"I thought you said you had forgiven me?"

she kept crying like the bitch that I thought she was.

"who did you screw?"

She didn't give a reply, instead she stood up and ran into her room. I followed closely behind her, I was having a sick feeling at the bottom of my stomach.

"Tell me who it was, right now!" I grabbed her by the arm and pinned her to her bedroom door.

"Baby, let go of my arms", she begged.

"Don't, ever call me a baby again, you LovePeddler!".

Her shoulders sunk lower .

"Now tell me who it was".

"Joseph", she finally said.

"which Joseph?" I said, cold sweat immediately appearing on my forehead.

She nodded slowly.

"Joseph, my colleague at work?"

She nodded again.

This is a very short story.


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Guys, my laptop crashed. As soon as it fixed, I will mention u guys n write as fast as possible. I'm sorry for the delay.

Beautiful writeup...like u.

"This is a tragedy of cosmic proportion," Tope said as soon as I told him and Ugo my result.

"Don't be discouraged, a rabbit that wants to hop on an agbalumo tree but instead finds itself on a cocoyam leaf is a warrior that will live to fight another day," he continued.
Ugo and I looked at him in silence. We were congregating in my room.

"I will get the GCE form and join you guys soon," I quipped.
"I will be going to the police college, Ikeja, remember?" Ugo said.
"You will join in Lasu, I already know. I can feel it in the tendons of my soul," Tope added.

They sure made me feel better, Hanatu was around, but she was holed up in her room. she had complained of fatigue earlier.

"Dad killed somebody," Ugo said all of a sudden.

"A thief?" I asked.

" No, a passenger in a Danfo bus that didn't stop when Dad and his crew stopped them."

"Wow, that is serious," I said.

"His colleague are trying to shove it beneath the carpet but the deceased family are not letting go," Emeka said, " The AIG has summoned my Dad for disciplinary hearing, he might be sacked and locked up."

Just when I thought I was the only one with troubles, Ugo was dropping this.

Tope started pacing around the room like he was trying to produce a solution.
Although I couldn't say it out loud, I wanted Ugo's dad to face the full wrath of the law. Thinking of Oge, I didn't want her go through such trauma.

Its was getting late, so I bade them goodnight and went into Hanatu's room. She was watching something on TV I can't clearly remember now.

"Hanatu, I have something to tell you," I said, wanting the ground to swallow me.

"You want to tell me that you failed your WAEC, yh?"

I was speechless.

"No, why did you say that?"

"Okay , I am sorry. what is it you want to tell me, big bro?"

" I just wanted to tell you that you should tune the fan's regulator to the highest. It can give you cold."

"Oh," she said, smiling at my stupidity.

" So, did you pass? because auntie Oge said you didn't and it was because you were studying and working at the same time."

"She did right?"

"Yes, don't be angry at her. She cares."

That girl never minds her business, I said to myself.

"I am proud of you bros, no matter what."

"Thank you," I replied, shyly.

"And I love you more than anything in the world. thanks for taking care of me," she said.

I left her room and walked out the door, straight to Oge's flat.
Just in front, I saw a figure that looked like hers and that of Bro Emma, talking. At first I was repulsed, until I strained my eyes to see that they were arguing.

I waited in the shadows until he left. I stopped her as she approached her door.

"Hey, big mouth!"

"I beg your pardon," She said.

" Why did you tell Hanatu, I send you message?"

She wanted to reply but I turned and walked away. I could feel her eyes burning holes through the back of my head.

I got into the house, took a cold shower and surrounded myself to the arms of my bed.

I knew Oge hadn't meant to scorn me but I felt violated. I also felt I was harsh on her. There was a soft knock on the door, there was no electricity, so I guessed Hanatu was scared and wanted to sleep beside me.

" Come in, dear."

It was dark but I noticed the figure that approached and joined me in bed was bigger than my portable Hana.

"Oge, how did you get in?"

I could smell the freshness of her envelope the staleness of my room.

"Hanatu did."

"What do you want?"

From the darkness, I could see the outline of her face. The eyes that held me spell bound.

"I came to apologise, I am sorry. It wasn't in my place to tell her."

She was lying so close to me, our heart beats were probably resonating over each other.

"Its okay, I forgive you."

" Allow me make it up to you," she said.

I was thinking of monetary terms, lord knows we need it. but I wasn't going to stoop.

"How do you want to do that?"

Our faces were facing each other, with the way she looked at me, I was expecting a kiss. Once again, I was proved wrong. I felt her wrestle with my belt, after freeing it, she pulled down my shorts, I wasn't wearing boxers.

"You really don't have to do this," I said before I was silenced by her slim fingers running over my shaft.

"Shut up, Fifi."

That didn't sound disrespectful at all.

She threw her hair backwards, moved her face towards my preeq.

I started wriggling my toes, I couldn't help it. She licked the area between my balls and my dick before moving up gently. We heard a sound and she had to stop, thinking it was Hana. My preeq was pulsating, the veins bulging. When she was certain that it was nothing serious, she resumed. This time, my preeq was engulfed by her lips. her tongue adding warm moisture that was lubricating the sweet sensual movement. Her left hand held the base of my shaft, holding it firmly in position for the sumptuous mouth action. Her right hand fingered my left ear lobe.

I started moving my waste, fvcking Oge's mouth with as much ferocity as she was sucking me.Then I felt the orgasmic sensation. I tried disengaging her mouth from my preeq but she held firmly.

"I am about to release," I said, trying in vain to stop her.

As I ejaculated, she increased the tempo of which her mouth moved, swallowing every drop of my cum.

Minutes later, lying on my back, I still couldn't believe what had happened. It was the best feeling.

"Am I really forgiven now?" she asked, cleaning the edges of her mouth with the back of her hand.

"For a thousand years, " I replied.

They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, that's a lie. Some things that don't kill you, weakens you to the bones. Strolling home, different thoughts crossed my mind, mist where bearable except the idea of facing Hanatu to tell her that I had failed.
Luckily, the house was quiet when I got in. I figured out she must be sleeping so I entered my room, shut the door, sat on my bed and stared at the wall facing me. I knew I didn't do my best in the exams but I had expected to scale through. My guys would most likely be gaining admission and I would be stuck doing menial jobs for rich families.
Was it a sign from God?...Or was schooling not in my destiny? Maybe I should focus more on Hana's education.
I had an old boom box in my room, it belonged to my father. He played his Fela tapes in it, sometimes we danced to Raskimono. The only cassette I had bought with my money was Druhill's 'The Dragon', Tong song was my favourite, I fixed it in and let Sisqo's voice wash part of my pain away.

"Fifi, Fifi, wake up!" a voice I knew too well said, waking me from my slumber.
Oge was in my room again, she was wearing a green tweed skirt and an orange short sleeved shirt.

" How did you enter my room? I'm sure I locked the door" I said.

" Did you pass?" she asked.

"I'm not in the mood for your questions!"

She climbed the bed like it was hers too.

" Answer me, Fifi."

"It depends on what you mean by 'pass'," I replied.

"Tell me your result this minute!"

"You dey crase abi, who you dey follow talk like that?"

She looked at me, apparently hurt. She wanted to talk but stopped herself, turned her back and walked out. Against all the masculine heredity in me I went after her.

"Oge, I am sorry, oya wait."

She didn't stop, instead she increased her pace.

" I failed, Oge," I screamed.

"Its not funny," came the reply from a distance. she didn't bother facing me, she stopped walking though.

"I failed, I feel very bad....I don't know how to tell Hanatu," I said standing in front of her.
She smelled of Vanilla ice-cream, and for a split second, failing wasn't that bad. I gave her a squeezed sheet of paper where I had the subjects and grades written in.

Her beautiful eyes scrutinized the information written in ink. I was stupid for wanting to kiss a girl that was staring at my failure.

" You are a mathematician, if only we could share your maths grade with the remaining subjects."

I started laughing. She looked at me like I was crazy, then she laughed along.

"I will get the Nov/Dec GCE form for you, please pass that one" she said, giving me back my paper.

"Wtf, you are not my mother!"

"Are you sure I am not?" She said, smiling teasingly at me.
I frowned for a split second before smiling back. I wanted to kiss her there and then but I couldn't, so I went for a hug.
We held each other like we were the only ones in the world. I felt stronger with each passing second, until Bro Emma appeared.

"Bros," I said quickly disentangling myself from his lady.
"Fifi, how you dey?" he said, doing a bad job of hiding the pain from his eyes.
Oge was toying with her left earring. She was acting as guilty as hell.

Finally, what doesn't kill you might not make you stronger, but it might make you see happiness in lesser things of life.

I left the two love birds and went back upstairs to face my small madam Hanatu

Hello Sweetz.

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Hello,

Due to the plagiarism issue being addressed by fellow writers, i'm sorry i will have to suspend this work. I stand with them that the powers that be ought to address the issue.

Davidflo.

I had passed my JAMB examinations. I scored 215/400. Not really a rocket scientist mark but I had made it through the 200 barrier. This fueled my optimism when I heard the WAEC result had been released. I had less than #200 in my pocket account, which would have to take care of Hanatu’s meal for the day, getting #300 for the WAEC scratch card was my immediate life’s ambition.
In the past I would have wooed Oge for some change but she could go to hell! I wore my work clothes with my hoodie and started the long trek to G.R.A. It was a Saturday; there were usually a lot of menial jobs in the rich neighborhood. The hoodie will protect my identity from people that might know me.
I had left #50 Agege bread and a plate of beans for Hana, beside them was her drugs. She didn’t like beans, but it was healthy for her, that mattered a lot to me.
Ugo had been the first to see his WAEC result, it was Maths:C4, Eng:C4, Agric:B2, Bio:D7, Chem : C5, Phy :C6, Igbo:B2, ECON: C5. He had his required 6 credits to proceed to the police academy, we were happy for him.
Tope’s result was more unique. Though he made a good result, we were surprised that with all his grammar, all he could get from English was a C6.
Things were not looking as easy as expected. People kept telling me that they didn’t need extra hand for work. The only thing more embarrassing than asking people to clean their house or wash their clothes was being rejected. After receiving the same response from many more snobbish people, I went back home.
“have you checked your result?” Hanatu asked me as I entered her room.
“No. how did you know the result was released?”
“Auntie Oge told me.”
I wondered if she knew Oge was a devil incarnate too, Oge should have told her.
I got a plate of left over beans from the ugly looking pot in the kitchen and proceeded to my room to sprinkle Garri on it. I was worried about our finances. People were getting more tight fisted, food and drugs were getting expensive. I was having no alternative than to get a tenant for the vacant room in the house.
I was thinking about my next move when oge breezed into my room like we were room-mates.
“You can’t just enter my room like this, what if I had a girl around?”
“Very funny,” She replied
“What do you mean by that?”, I asked, “You think girls don’t fancy me?”
“Fifi, I don’t want your problem today. I am going to the market, is there anything you want me to get for you?”
“Chai, with your boyfriend’s money abi?”
I didn’t see the slap, but I felt it burn my face.
“Don’t you ever talk to me like that, you hear!”
I have never seen her that angry.
“I am sorry,” I said.
She tossed something on my bed and stormed out of my room. When I checked it, it was a WAEC scratch card.
How did she know I wouldn’t be able to afford it? Witch-craft things.
“Thank you!” I screamed from my room, believing she would be with Hanatu.
“Fvck you!” she replied.
I wish.
I scrambled to my feet and dashed to a Cyber café to check my result. The G.R.A was the only area that could boast of a café in the estate, so I met a throng of people, waiting for internet service. When it was my turn, I almost backed changed my mind. My heart was beating so fast and hard, I felt I had a pneumatic drill in me.
The server was slow, but I didn’t care. I could wait. After typing in my registration number and the scratch card pin, I held my breathe.
My result was;
Maths: A1
English: C6
Biology: D7
PHY: B2
CHEM: E8
AGRIC:C4
GEO: E8
YOR: F9
FURTHER MATHS: F9.
I failed.

Women can easily point to the most important point of their lives. While most will choose their wedding day, a few will say it’s when they become a mother.
For a guy, it is way complicated. It could be when you make your first #1million, when you build your own house, when you buy your first car or when you first fvck a girl.
As the three of us made our voyage from Zone C to B, I felt good that I had done what most men before me did. Though it had been with a prostitute, it was still sex.
“Where you able to perform?” Tope asked.
“Yes, she told me I was one of her best,” I said proudly.
“How long did you last?” Ugo asked.
“About 8minutes,” I replied.
I noticed they both quiet. When I finished with Angelina, I was surprised that they complained that they had been waiting for me for a while.
“What about you?” I asked.
“3 minutes,” Ugo said.
“2 minutes,” Tope said before being asked, “I suspect that I have been taking too much sugar.”
Tope was not somebody that was ashamed of anything, I knew he was a virgin but he masturbated often, especially to Genevieve and Omotola.
“She didn’t collect my money. She said the next time I come around, I will pay,” I said
“Mahn! You are the don o,” Tope shouted, giving me a high-five.
Hanatu was in her room when I got in. I dropped the meat-pie and Goldspot I had gotten for her on her dresser and when to take my bath. Since she was asleep, I entered my room naked to find Oge going through some of my books. She used her hands to cover her eyes when I got in.
“How can you just be going around naked, what is wrong with you?” she said.
I quickly picked up a towel that was lying on top of my clothes.
“What do you mean by what is wrong with me? This is my room na,” I replied.
She was still closing her eyes when I changed my mind. I walked to a few meters of where she sat.
“Open your eyes jor, my towel is on.”
She opened her eyes to my dick just some few inches from her face. She screamed, stood up and bolted out of my room, laughing and saying how crazy I was.
I followed suit, chasing her with my naked dingdong dangling all over the place. I caught her in the bare palour, where she fell and I fell on top of her. Our faces were so close to each other, I could see her pupils dilate.
For a split second, we looked directly into each-other’s eyes, not wanted to talk or to move. She was breathing just as hard as I was. She looked so beautiful.
“Get off me and go and wear something!” she finally said, pushing me up.
“Why are you here, why not with your boyfriend?” I inquired
“He is with his friends. I will see him tomorrow,” she said without remorse.
“Fvck you, Ogechi,” I said, walking to my room.
“Yes, that is real mature of you!” she shouted back at me.
I slammed the door, signaling the end of the conversation.
I would have gotten Akara and yam for Hanatu and myself, but we had been eating that a lot of recent. So, while I got her the snacks from Mr Biggs, I got myself fried fish from Mummy Ayo. With the bowl of Garri in front of me, I descended on my supper.
There was a knock on my door, shortly after Oge opened it.
“I am going home, Fifi,” she said, holding on to the door handle.
“What should I do about it?” I asked.
“Don’t be such a dick!” she said.
“Close my door for me jor, bye!”
It was her turn to slam the door.

Big Apple was made up of about 20 tiny cubicles. Each contained a mattress and Chair. Some girls have a cubicle to themselves, while others share with their colleagues. Directly in front of the cubicles is a bar, where prospective customers drink while staring at the girls sitting in front of their cubicles. When a guy sees a girl he wants, all he needs is to meet the girl, they go inside the room, negotiate and fvck.
Ugo, Tope and I sat on plastic chairs, around a dirty table. We all decided to drink Guinness because it was rumored to increase a guy’s libido. Tope had said I was the only one with the impotency problem, I was surprised that the other guys wanted to check their ‘calibration’ as Tope put it.
As the beer got drained, the old fear crept in. I wondered if I actually had an erection problem. My fear was not based on the fact that I might not be able to father kids; it was more on the fact that I would not be able to have sex with hot girls.
When the beer was finished, we remained on our seats, investigations have shown that the ladies took #500 per round; we couldn’t afford to take more bottles of beer and still afford the pvssy.
“Boys, oh my boys, what we are about to do now is a maturity ritual. I know you feel the weight on the world is on your shoulders but alas! It is all a gimmick of the devil, trying to stop us from fulfilling destiny,” Tope said, standing up with intent.
Once again, his speech had been off the mark, but we ignored. Ugo had warned us against leaving our condom filled semen in their rooms. “They use it for rituals!” he cautioned.
Tope approached a chubby looking girl, wearing a red top and a black short skirt. He always liked plus sized girls. We watched them chat a bit before he entered her room. Ugo soon followed. He chose a girl that I thought was not pretty, she looked worn out, but I guess the loins want the loins want.
The girl I had been staring at was more reserved. She was wearing an armless gown, dark in complexion and looked taller than me. If I hadn’t seen her there, I would have argued with anyone that called her a prostitute.
She smiled as I worked up to her.
“Hello,” I said, a little shaky.
“Hi, I am Angela.”
“How much?” I blurted out.
I know I sounded awkward, and I was trained to get inside with her before negotiating, but I had nothing else to say. Thank God she smiled at my awkwardness.
“Why don’t we go inside and talk?” she asked.
“Ok.”
She sat on the bed and patted the space beside her for me to sit.
“Is this your first time?” she asked.
“Here? Yes it is my first time.”
“No, I mean are you a virgin?” she asked.
I nodded.
“Don’t be afraid, many of the boys in the estate lose their virginity her.”
She was calm and spoke good English. I hadn’t expected a prostitute to be this regular.
“I tried having sex with my girlfriend, ermmm..no..ex.. but I couldn’t get hard,” I confessed.
“Don’t worry, you are in safe hands,” she said.
She helped me pull off my trouser, when she was done, she pulled all her clothes. She had a nice behind, her nipplez were inverted.
“Lay on your back,” she said, “beside me.”
I did as I was told. We were quiet for a while, I wondered if I was going to get laid at all.
While I just lay like a log of wood, she had her legs spread, exposing a completely shaved cvnt.
“Tell me anything,” she said.
Since my father died, I hadn’t spoken about it to anybody. Even my friends didn’t talk about it with me, they knew it was a touchy subject.
But with a prostitute, I talked about everything, my dad, my mum and my little sister. I spoke about my fears about her health. Then I started crying, afterwards I started laughing and she was laughing too. Her hands went inside my boxers and she started handling my dick.
“My God, you have a big one there,” she said.
We laughed again and I was completely relaxed. She pulled off my boxers, the size of my fully erect dick took me unawares also. I was remarkable.
She put on the condom for me and spread her legs wider.
“Now, don’t think you are with me, imagine you are with a girl you really want to have sex with.”
I entered her with a deep thrust that she gasped. Then we settled in a rhythm that was okay for both of us.
As I rode, Oge’s smile never left my mind.

We were sitting beneath an almond tree close to the Car park. I had just narrated my sad experience to my guys. Tope was the first to talk.
“Brother from another mother,” he started..
That meant his Dad straffed my mother, right? I kept quiet.
“Impotency is a growing concern to the man of the modern age. It is becoming alarming that 1 out of every 10 men are unfortunate to fall within the range of this dreadful scourge.”
Did I inform you that Tope has statistics for almost everything under the sun?
“Now that you have being diagnosed by our very pretty Ene, we need to get a second opinion,” he continued.
“From who?” I asked.
He smiled like he held the answer to the most important problem facing the world. Ugo was silent, all he did was nod to Tope’s wild insinuations.
“You my friend ask the right questions!”
“Talk jor!”
He closed his eyes as if he was meditating.
I couldn’t chose who I like better between Ugo and Tope. While Ugo was the guy I went to when I had problems that I wanted solutions too, Tope was there to make things lighter on my mind. I went to him for solace. When I am sad, I chose Tope because he has a drop of madness in him.
“We visit Big Apple!” Tope revealed.
The relatively quiet Ugo started laughing, I would have laughed but I was considering it. I didn’t like to think I was impotent. A 17yr old impotent guy, how?
Big Apple was the most popular LovePeddler house in the estate. It was located in Zone C, probably the main reason why people outside the Zone visited. It was filled with ladies of different heights, sizes, tribes and looks. As younger guys, we would go to the area to spy on the girls and their customers. Very late at night, cars became beds for their sexual acts. Girls holding different things like trees, walls, chairs, while guys pumped them from behind.
I went back to my apartment that day to see Hanatu shivering. Hovering over her was Oge, scared and confused.
“What is wrong with her?” I asked.
Oge walked up to me and hugged me.
“We were in the supermarket when she fell. She started complaining that her legs were hurting, then she fell.”
“Must have been very the cold there, it hurts her bones sometimes.”
Hanatu’s eyes were closed, though she was moving her legs. She looked like a pretty angel beneath her sheets. I went under beside her; Oge joined me on the other side too.
When I woke up, it was just me on the bed. I could hear Oge and Hanatu chatting in the kitchen, the sound of plates and cups must have woken me up. I tiptoed to my room, changed my clothes and proceeded to meet my guys for the operation of the night.
Operation Big Apple.

The lecture on the usage of condom was not that complicated. The only point he insisted on was to ensure that my preeq was hard.
As expected, Ene was alone when I got into her house. She wanted to come to my house instead but I refused. My house wasn’t a place I was proud of. I had rehearsed how I was going to initiate sex with her in my head all night. Seeing her, my heart skipped beats. I wasn’t a person that had difficulty talking to girls, but I felt tongue tied as I sipped a bottle of canned Guiness.
“How is Hanatu?” Ene asked, breaking the ice.
She was wearing a tank top and a short green skirt. She looked way mature than she did in uniform.
“Hanatu is fine, she is with her friend,” I replied.
There was another bout of awkward silence. In my mind, I wondered if I was going to be able to pull my mission through. I couldn’t tell from her eyes if she remembered that we were supposed to straff each other.
“Fifi, where do you see us in 5yrs?”
“Doing NYSC,” I replied.
“Don’t be silly, I mean our relationship.”
“Ermm, I don’t know.”
“I have a confession, Fifi.”
Before she uttered the words, my guts told me what it was.
“You are seeing someone else?” I asked.
Her eyes lit up, showing she was shocked that I knew what the confession was.
“Yes,” she admitted.
Life could be so ruthless, even my backup was throwing me to the curbs.
“Was he a student of our school?”
“Ahn ahn, no! You know I wouldn’t do that to you.”
Like it mattered to me.
I fingered the single sachet of Condom in my pocket, such a futile journey it was. Ugo had insisted I might need more than one, I declined. I didn’t feel I was stallion enough to fvck Ene twice.
“Hope you are not feeling bad?” she asked.
If questions are being rated for the quality of their foolishness, Ene’s own was at the top of the tier.
“Not at all, I guess I should be on my way home now,” I said.
She pouted like she was sorry for putting me in the state in which I was. How many guys got dumped twice within a month?
“Come, I want to show you something,” she said, getting to her feet and leading me down a hall way into a room I realized was hers.
It was beautiful, with clippings of magazines on the wall.
“Look Fifi, I am sorry that I hurt you,” she said.
It was surreal when she started pulling her clothes. Off went her top, then her skirt, exposing nice looking lace panties. He breastz were firm, with very black pointy nipplez.
“Stop staring at me and pull your clothes too,” she said.
I was motionless. My mouth was probably open too but I couldn’t see myself.
She walked up to me and went on her knees. Her hands battles with my belt buckle a bit until she got it free, stuck her hand inside my boxers. The moment her palm touched my preeq, I wriggled my toes. Then she pulled it out.
“Hmmm, you are big,” she exclaimed.
That was a good thing right? Just that it occurred to me that she must have seen a lot.
She stood up and kissed me. I was slow to respond but when I did, I went for it. She walked backwards as we kissed until she lay on her back in her bed. I pulled off her panties to expose a wet well-trimmed Vee. She pulled me by my backside, suggesting that it was time for me to start.
“You have a condom?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied, dipping my hand inside my pocket.
My heart was beating at an embarrassing rate, I was a nervous wreck. I realized that I was perspiring too. The condom was not enclosing my dick as it should because it getting limp.
After many more futile tries, we gave up.
“Don’t worry, it happens to every guy,” she said, wearing back her clothes.

We walked home in silence. I wish I could swallow back my apology. As expected, Hanatu wasn’t waiting for me; she was engrossed in Cadbury breakfast television. Illegal connecting our previously disconnected NEPA wire was paying its dividends, power supply had slightly increased.
Oge entered Hanatu’s room and they immediately shut the door. I went back to my room and tried to sleep, but the fact was Oge was so close by was messing up with my senses. I heard her giggle with Hanatu and it broke my heart some more. She used to giggle like that when I try to sing love songs to her.
Truthfully, I didn’t believe she loved me, but I thought she was crazy about me. I could swear that if anybody was going to break up with the other, it would have been me. I didn’t see it coming at all. Money was probably the reason. She had once complained that I lacked ambition. That all I was concerned about was what Hanatu was going to be in future. But how was it possible that I would put Hanatu at the Centre of my Universe. She was an Orphan with Sickle cell anemia, how many people had been dealt those cards by destiny?
But I had plans for Oge too, I didn’t just tell her. I didn’t want to hold her so much, that I would crush her with my dreams. I always wanted a farm, poultry and fish, a very big one. She wanted to be a lawyer; I would be an industrialized farmer. Hanatu wanted to be a Doctor; she wanted to find the cure for Sickle cell, Ori-ata plant held the secret of the cure, she told me more than a million times. By God, I was going to make her be a doctor, as regards the cure for the disease, na her and her brain go decide that one.
Oge laughed loud again and I couldn’t take it any longer, I went into Hanatu’s room.
“We are gisting as ladies, you are disturbing,” Hanatu faked a frown. Oge wasn’t looking at me, she was helping Hana with her hair, gosh! She looked so beautiful.
“Hanatu, I want to go out. What should I get for you when coming back?”
“Don’t worry; I will be going with Auntie Oge to her house. Just take care of you,” Hanatu said.
‘Stay out of trouble!” Oge added with a frown.
I stuck out my tongue at her and walked away.
On my way to the car park to see my guys, I passed by Bros Emma’s car. I decided that my actions were worth it.
I made up my mind to let the Oge drama end. She was free to be with whoever she wanted to. Ene had been telling me to come visit her in her house, her parents were not around and her elder sister was never around.
It was time to pop my virginity.
Tope didn’t have a girlfriend; all the girls he had asked out had turned down his proposal. So I couldn’t ask him about sex. Ugo on the other hand had been lucky. He didn’t need to have a girlfriend to have sex.
2 years ago, Ugo’s mum had brought a girl from the village as a maid, a Girl with the biggest kind of assets a 20yr old girl to have arrived in Ugo’s world. According to Ugo, on that faithful day, Uzuoma was washing dishes in the kitchen with a very short skirt and a tight top. The water splashing from the plates were splattered all over the top, showing braless boobz. He said he couldn’t help himself, so he went behind her and acted like he wanted to pick up some plates in the shelf that was above her head. All he wanted was for his crotch to brush her bum. Uzuoma had plans of her own, as she shot it back to accommodate him well. He decided to go for the ripened boobz, by gently twisting the nips and pressing things that were bigger than his hands. After a while, she led him to his room and made him a man.
It continued like that for a while until his mum found out that Uzuoma was straffing her husband. That’s how the parole was spoilt. Uzuoma was booted to the village to continue her ministry.
Definitely, Ugo would know about how that condom ish worked.

Saturday mornings were for football. Tope usually came to my house, then me move to Ugo’s apartment. When I heard someone banging my door, I quickly out on my football boot, I was already late as it was. Bros Emma was the last person I expected to see. Even though I deflated his tyres, I didn’t expect him to know I was the one.
“Fifi, na you burst my tyre?” he asked me, daring me to lie.
“Bros howfar? I don’t know what you are talking about o!”
He pulled me by my trouser and forcefully led me downstairs. I was shocked to see Ugo and Tope being held by three of Bros Emma’s friend. While Ugo looked disturbed, Tope was looking at the sky, enjoying the scenery. It was a very cold Saturday morning.
“Una no warn confess abi? dem don tell me say na una fit do that kain thing.”
“Bros Emma, there is an increase in the activities of hoodlums in the area, have you been watching DBN of late? I am sure you are holding the wrong people,” Tope looked at each of the guys in the eyes, “we are law abiding citizens of this republic.”
“You dey crase abi?” Bros Emma asked.
Ugo’s dad had been posted to Ibadan, which was the reason someone like him was being harassed by Bros Emma.
“I am going to lock you people up this morning! Do you know who I am?”
“Bros Emma don forget who him be oh, chai,” Tope said to no one in particular. That was the last thing he said before we were taken to the police station. That was my first time. Due to our age, after collecting statements from us, telling them that we were innocent, we were placed behind the counter. Ugo explained that his dad was a policeman, after confirming that he wasn’t lying, he was released.
“Una no go call una papa? In the next 3hours, we go put una inside cell,” an ugly looking policeman with scary tribal marks said.
My dad was dead; Tope’s dad didn’t really care.
“Oga, we no fit bail ourselves?” I asked.
That got the attention of another policeman with ‘Dada’ written on his name tag.
“Search those boys!” he screamed.
I had 100 Naira in my pocket, Tope had 20.
“Na 120, una wan use bail unaself,” Mr Dada asked, “ Officer, carry these boys put inside cell, dem dey crase!”
We were stripped to our boxers and were about to be led inside when Ugo and Ego burst in through the doors.
“You again, dem use police station swear for you?” the ugly policeman said to Ugo.
“Oga make we quickly see you,” Ego said. Ugo was busy fuming.
Officer Dada was happy again, he steered them down the hall, far away from our prying eyes and ears.
When they came back, our clothes were thrown back at us and the statements were torn.
“No mind that Emma, una hear? No so all those guys dey do if dem don get small money for pocket. Dem go bring people come station anyhow,” Mr Dada said.
We didn’t bother replying, instead we quietly wore our clothes and left.
“Dat guy dey fuckup,” Ugo said, “How him go just carry go station, wetin concern us and him car.”
“How much una pay?” Tope asked.
“2k,” Ego said, looking at me.
We were in a Danfo bus, leading us back into the Estate, when we decided that we were going to go straight to the car park for football.
“You guys should go. Fifi, Hana needs you, you can join them later,” Ego said.
She had a way of talking to us like she was older, well, that was one of the things I liked about her.
I had gotten enough drugs for Hanatu, there were bread and butter with sachets of milk and milo in the kitchen. I wondered what she needed.
The guys highlighted before soon after, leaving Oga and I in the bus.
“You deflated those tyres?” she asked.
“And if I did?” I retorted.
“Stop acting childish!”
“How?” I asked
“You don’t even know the guy,” she bemoaned.
“But he is straffing you, what else is there to know?”
“Is that why you told him I was the one?” I asked.
“I didn’t Fifi, you know I would never rat you,” she replied.
“Because you still love me,kwa?”
“No, because I like you and now that we aint dating, I see you as my brother.”
Those words played in my head like a million times in less than a minute.
“Driver, I wan stop here!” I screamed.
It was a bus-stop; the driver must have thought I was sick.
“Fifi, you are acting irrational again,” Oge said.
‘Driver, you no dey hear abi,” I said moving close to the door.
He stopped as soon as the road was clear.
The police-men had taken my 100 Naira, so I started walking home. I rather walk then ride with Oge, ‘like a brother’ was a phrase no guy wanted to hear from a girl he digs.
“Fifi, wait for me Jor!”
I turned back to see Oge walking towards me. She had gotten down from the bus to walk with me.
“I am sorry for all that,” I had to say when she got to where I stood.
“It’s okay, bro,” she replied.
I swear I felt like leaving her on the road and taking another bus.

It happened after I had finished my exams.
I noticed things had changed between us. She wasn’t as excited as she was some weeks ago. I thought it was as regards the promise of sex, but she told me it wasn’t that. That everything was normal and I was being paranoid. I believed her and saw reasons to her claim that I was paranoid.
She still came around to take my sister out with her; she still gave her clothes and occasionally brought us food. But I could not remember the last time we kissed or even held hands. I still gave her excuses for the distance between us. It all came crashing when I and my guys decided to buy beer for the first time.
Although there were a couple of bars in Zone D, we went all the way to Zone A to partake in the ritual that we had been waiting for. I had tasted beer before, first on the lips of my father, who I kissed every night when I was a young boy. When I was older, he would allow me a few gulps from his bottle of Star Lager. But I hadn’t bought beer before, with my money, for myself.
Waitresses with short provocative skirts were all around the Bamboo bar, the music playing in the background was Igbo Highlife, but we weren’t interested. I ordered for a bottle of Star, Ugo asked for Gulder and Tope took Harp. We ordered the brands of our fathers.
I ordered for three plates of turkey wing pepper soup. If we were too young to be ordering for drinks and p.soup in a bar, the waitresses didn’t show it. After a couple of cups, Tope decided to prepare us for the future.
“My brothers, the future belong to us. We might be surrounded by parasites and anti-christs, but we shall be victorious.”
His eyes were growing dimer by the second, but he was unrelenting.
“Now that we have ascended the peak of secondary education, it is time for us to spread our wings and fly to the promise land.”
“Where is our promise land, bro?” I asked
“University, money and pvssy,” he replied.
Ugo and I hissed. I wasn’t enjoying the beer as I thought I would, the turkey was a revelation though. Tope was not offended that we had cut him short; he focused on the meat in front of me. That was when the new dude that had packed into our block walked in with a girl, the guy that uses his money and charm to straff girls from our echelon.
The girl was Oge.
I have heard before that the mind of a girl was deep, and they could swap from being an angel or a demon in less than a second, but seeing Oge threw me off balance. Ugo noticed the change in my countenance asked me what was wrong.
“I have to go home soon, Hana would be hungry by now,” was my excuse. I couldn’t help stealing glances at them. I told myself that she would have a valid reason for coming to a bar with a serial straffer until she leaned forward to take a piece of Suya from his hands with her mouth. I couldn’t drink the beer anymore, even the turkey was tasteless.
We probably would have ordered for another bottle, but I told them I really had to leave, so we left. I was glad Ugo didn’t see his sister. He would have gone berserk.
Hanatu was watching an Indian movie when I stumbled into her room. She was so engrossed in the romance being displayed by the actors that she didn’t see the pepper soup I had brought for her in a plastic bowl.
I quietly placed it beside her and went to my room. I tried to sleep but I couldn’t so I sneaked out of the house because Hanatu wouldn’t have allowed me go out again. Sure that Oge was not back from her rendezvous, I sat on a stool beneath the staircase. More than an hour later, the guy’s car pulled into the drive-way. I expected her to walk out of the car with him but he came alone and entered his flat with a song on his lips, I think it was Diallo by Wyclef. It took another 5 minutes for Oge to approach the stairs. She was dressed in a black gown; one of the clothes I had told her turned me on.
“Oge, howfar?”
She almost fainted out of shock, until she realized it was me.
“Fifi, why did you scare me like that?”
“Where are you coming from dressed like this?” I asked
“An outing with a friend.”
I noticed that she maintained her distance. I walked up to her, tried to look into her eyes but she kept looking away.
“Who was the friend?”
“When did you start caring about my friends?”
I hurt real bad. I hurt that I had seen all the writings on the wall but I chose to be ignorant.
“I saw you guys, you and bros Emma,” I said this without looking at her. I didn’t want to see the hurt in her eyes on realizing that she had been caught. Her reply surprised me though.
“Okay, I am glad you did. I was tired of hiding.”
I was shocked. I expected her to defend herself and tell me it was all a misunderstanding, but she didn’t.
“You and bros Emma are….”
“We are dating, Fifi.”
“When did it start?”
“Two weeks ago.”
“You love him?” I asked.
It took a while, but finally, she nodded. It started as a chuckle, then I started laughing hysterically.
“But you loved me a month ago,” I said.
She was remorseless; in fact I felt she was getting angry with me.
“It’s not like you love me,” she said.
“If I told you that I did, would it change the fact that you are with another guy?”
“No,” she replied.
“Have you fvcked him?”
I expected a no. I said it so that she would feel slighted that I considered her a wh0re.
“Yes,” she replied.
I was dumbfounded. She looked so beautiful in that dress, she was among the brightest colors of my world.
“Why, what did I do to you, Oge?” I asked.
“Nothing, Emma and I just clicked. I’m sorry, but you will find yours.”
She didn’t bother to wait for a reply; she went to my flat to give Hanatu a pack of Lucozade. We met at the door, i told her goodnight, all she did was nod, then she went to her flat.
I went back downstairs, walked up to bros Emma’s car and deflated all his tires with a pocket knife my dad had gifted me.

It happened after I had finished my exams.
I noticed things had changed between us. She wasn’t as excited as she was some weeks ago. I thought it was as regards the promise of sex, but she told me it wasn’t that. That everything was normal and I was being paranoid. I believed her and saw reasons to her claim that I was paranoid.
She still came around to take my sister out with her; she still gave her clothes and occasionally brought us food. But I could not remember the last time we kissed or even held hands. I still gave her excuses for the distance between us. It all came crashing when I and my guys decided to buy beer for the first time.
Although there were a couple of bars in Zone D, we went all the way to Zone A to partake in the ritual that we had been waiting for. I had tasted beer before, first on the lips of my father, who I kissed every night when I was a young boy. When I was older, he would allow me a few gulps from his bottle of Star Lager. But I hadn’t bought beer before, with my money, for myself.
Waitresses with short provocative skirts were all around the Bamboo bar, the music playing in the background was Igbo Highlife, but we weren’t interested. I ordered for a bottle of Star, Ugo asked for Gulder and Tope took Harp. We ordered the brands of our fathers.
I ordered for three plates of turkey wing pepper soup. If we were too young to be ordering for drinks and p.soup in a bar, the waitresses didn’t show it. After a couple of cups, Tope decided to prepare us for the future.
“My brothers, the future belong to us. We might be surrounded by parasites and anti-christs, but we shall be victorious.”
His eyes were growing dimer by the second, but he was unrelenting.
“Now that we have ascended the peak of secondary education, it is time for us to spread our wings and fly to the promise land.”
“Where is our promise land, bro?” I asked
“University, money and pvssy,” he replied.
Ugo and I hissed. I wasn’t enjoying the beer as I thought I would, the turkey was a revelation though. Tope was not offended that we had cut him short; he focused on the meat in front of me. That was when the new dude that had packed into our block walked in with a girl, the guy that uses his money and charm to straff girls from our echelon.
The girl was Oge.
I have heard before that the mind of a girl was deep, and they could swap from being an angel or a demon in less than a second, but seeing Oge threw me off balance. Ugo noticed the change in my countenance asked me what was wrong.
“I have to go home soon, Hana would be hungry by now,” was my excuse. I couldn’t help stealing glances at them. I told myself that she would have a valid reason for coming to a bar with a serial straffer until she leaned forward to take a piece of Suya from his hands with her mouth. I couldn’t drink the beer anymore, even the turkey was tasteless.
We probably would have ordered for another bottle, but I told them I really had to leave, so we left. I was glad Ugo didn’t see his sister. He would have gone berserk.
Hanatu was watching an Indian movie when I stumbled into her room. She was so engrossed in the romance being displayed by the actors that she didn’t see the pepper soup I had brought for her in a plastic bowl.
I quietly placed it beside her and went to my room. I tried to sleep but I couldn’t so I sneaked out of the house because Hanatu wouldn’t have allowed me go out again. Sure that Oge was not back from her rendezvous, I sat on a stool beneath the staircase. More than an hour later, the guy’s car pulled into the drive-way. I expected her to walk out of the car with him but he came alone and entered his flat with a song on his lips, I think it was Diallo by Wyclef. It took another 5 minutes for Oge to approach the stairs. She was dressed in a black gown; one of the clothes I had told her turned me on.
“Oge, howfar?”
She almost fainted out of shock, until she realized it was me.
“Fifi, why did you scare me like that?”
“Where are you coming from dressed like this?” I asked
“An outing with a friend.”
I noticed that she maintained her distance. I walked up to her, tried to look into her eyes but she kept looking away.
“Who was the friend?”
“When did you start caring about my friends?”
I hurt real bad. I hurt that I had seen all the writings on the wall but I chose to be ignorant.
“I saw you guys, you and bros Emma,” I said this without looking at her. I didn’t want to see the hurt in her eyes on realizing that she had been caught. Her reply surprised me though.
“Okay, I am glad you did. I was tired of hiding.”
I was shocked. I expected her to defend herself and tell me it was all a misunderstanding, but she didn’t.
“You and bros Emma are….”
“We are dating, Fifi.”
“When did it start?”
“Two weeks ago.”
“You love him?” I asked.
It took a while, but finally, she nodded. It started as a chuckle, then I started laughing hysterically.
“But you loved me a month ago,” I said.
She was remorseless; in fact I felt she was getting angry with me.
“It’s not like you love me,” she said.
“If I told you that I did, would it change the fact that you are with another guy?”
“No,” she replied.
“Have you fvcked him?”
I expected a no. I said it so that she would feel slighted that I considered her a LovePeddler.
“Yes,” she replied.
I was dumbfounded. She looked so beautiful in that dress, she was among the brightest colors of my world.
“Why, what did I do to you, Oge?” I asked.
“Nothing, Emma and I just clicked. I’m sorry, but you will find yours.”
She didn’t bother to wait for a reply; she went to my flat to give Hanatu a pack of Lucozade. We met at the door, i told her goodnight, all she did was nod, then she went to her flat.
I went back downstairs, walked up to bros Emma’s car and deflated all his tires with a pocket knife my dad had gifted me.

mistytohcute:
he's forgiven jare

Danke...

It’s was a year after dad died.
I had written my Jamb exams as most of my colleagues had. What was left was WAEC exams. My lovely sister had written her J.S.S.C. exams. She had about 6 months before she was to resume. She was easily the most brilliant person in her class. Sometimes I doubted if I was even brainier than she was. Ugo was planning to go straight to the police college after school, Tope and I planned to be students of Lagos state University.
I was getting addicted to Oge; we even planned to have sex after I was done with my exams. I also planned to tell Ugo that I was dating his sister and that I have been doing so for the past 3 yrs. I had a girl in school, her name was Ene. She was easy on the eye too, but I saw her as a temp. She also wanted me to screw her, as a testament of the relationship. It wasn’t like I didn’t want to, but I wanted Oge to be my first. After Oge, then I could come for her. Oge was like an angel to me, especially with the way she took care of Hanatu. I remember the first time Hanatu saw her period. We were both confused. Hana locked up herself in the bathroom, I ran to Oge to explain that my sister was ‘on’ but we didn’t know what to do. Oge had insisted I remained in her house while she went to mine to see Hanatu. When I got back much later, Hanatu was smiling again, albeit with a new pattern of walking. Oge also sneaked out food from her house to mine. Even the new bros that had packed into a flat in our block was not a threat to me. His specialty was straffing secondary girls after having lured them with goodies. Oge was a virgin, deflowering her belonged to me.
Three weeks before the exams, Hanatu got very ill. She had to be admitted in the hospital. I didn’t have money and was tempted to rent out the vacant room in the flat, to raise the cash. The hospital bill was #12,500. All I had was #4000, half a bag of garri, three dericas of rice and a bottle of oil. Even the kerosene in my stove was drying up. I couldn’t contact any of our relatives because apparently, I didn’t know their location. My dad’s father had disowned him when he impregnated my mum and ended up moving living with her. He was supposed to be a good Muslim man, but he wasn’t.
The reason why I didn’t want a tenant was so that I can protect my sister from external influences. I didn’t want any harm to befall her. The WAEC exams dropped down my priority list as I hustled to raise the money for her treatment. When I got back from school, I would go to G.R.A to do menial work for the middle class. I Fetched water for them, washing dirty rugs and every other thing that could bring fast cash. Ugo gave me some money too, Tope was as dry as a pissed prostitute. By the end of the week I had 10k, that night as the doctor made her round, I explained my predicament.
“Oh, you are such a cute boy,” she said after I had explained to her that my parents had travelled to the village.
She was a young doctor, probably a student doctor.
“It’s against hospital policy but I will give you #2000 to balance up,” she brought out the leaves of cash, “you will be a great guy in future.”
I thought I was already a guy. Didn’t she notice my baggy jeans?
I paid the bill and also kept working so I could make the house more comfortable for Hanatu when she got back. I bought a second hand Television from Alaba International, I couldn’t afford a DVD player so I got a VCD player. I got all the Disney cartoons she always went to watch in Ugo’s house. I also noticed she fancied Indian movies, so I got them.
The way her eyes shone when she walked into her room to see those things was priceless. I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
“You are the best brother in the whole world,” she said.
Oge had prepared her favorite dish of garden egg sauce and yam as a welcome home gift. Life was beautiful whenever my little sister was happy.
I was not doing well in my exams though, except in mathematics which I had a thing for. My mind was in being done with the papers so I can be at home, hang out with my friends and take care of my sister.
Things looked that they would go on smoothly until Oge broke my heart.

She was waiting when I got to the house. I had to knock five times consecutively for her to open the door. The only other people that knew that pattern was Ugo, Tope and Ogechi.
“Where have you been?” she asked, visibly worried.
“I went to church.”
“Are you serious?” she asked.
I didn’t reply her; instead I gave her the food I had gotten. I confirmed that she had taken her drugs and I retired to my room.
The house was empty; the only cozy place was Hanatu’s room. She had moved into our parent’s room. It once had a television, but I sold it last month. My room had a mattress and a table which doubled as my wardrobe, as my clothes were folded on it. In the estate, we had taps and all but water never ran, electricity was epileptic so we didn’t bother that NEPA had cut our lines a long time ago. My priorities were straight, food and drugs. Electricity and all were luxuries that didn’t bother me.
Just as I sat on my mattress, having ensured that Hana was ready for bed, she came into my room. She was 10yrs old but looked smaller. She was also too lean for comfort. She was a J.S.S 2 student in a cheap private school in the estate, very close to the house.
“I’m scared, can I sleep in your room tonight?” she asked.
“Why are you scared, what happened?”
“Somebody in class called me a sickler, he said I would soon die,” she replied.
“Don’t mind him, you will not die, you are strong,” I assured her.
She giggled and lay down beside me.
“I know, it just got me thinking. So can I stay here?”
“Of course, mama.”
I have been calling her mama since I could remember. It’s the name dad called her too.
“Thanks bro. I want you to promise me something”
“What?” I asked.
“That you will never leave me alone.”
“I promise, dear”
She smiled happily and turned facing the wall. I left the room to get her blanket and some drugs in case she needed it at midnight. The questions she had asked me and what her classmate had told her in school got to me. I didn’t know I was crying until the tears came between my lips. She was asleep when I got back into the room. I covered her with the blanket and slept beside her.
I dropped her off at school daily but that morning I lingered, I told her to point out the boy that said she would die. When he came in, I called his attention and led him to the school toilet.
“Do you know who I am?” I asked him after we got in.
“No,” the obviously pompous boy replied.
“I am Hanatu’s brother, and the next time you say any hurtful words to her, I will kill you.”
I must have looked serious because he tried running away. I caught him and twisted his eyes till he cried out in pain. I didn’t care that he was way younger than I was, I wanted to bury my fist in his face but I let him go.
Hanatu was all I had, and I was going to protect her with whatever was necessary. I exited the school and boarded a bus that led me to mine.

I got to the market to meet closed store. The few that were opened were definitely not selling chicken. I don’t like markets, especially the smell that came with their butchery sections. I searched round to no avail. It would have been silly for me to buy a frozen one. I dashed to Mama Joshua’s store to explain to her, but she wasn’t there either. It was 10 minutes to 7, I didn’t have much time.
Joshua was closing up the store when I got there.
“Howfar, where is mummy?” I asked him.
“What do you want to buy?” he asked
“Nothing, I have to see her.”
“She has gone to church.”
That was all I needed to hear, Mama Joshua was a popular Cherubim & Seraphim church member, her church was in the estate. I thanked her dreadlocked son and embarked on my new destination.
The church was constructed with wood and an aluminum roof. I was not much of a religious person but it looked like the ark Noah must have built. I could smell the burnt incense from outside. I also saw a lot of foot wares by the door. Waiting for someone to come out so I could send a message for Mama Joshua, I was spotted by a new arriver.
“Fifi, eeeyah, you want to worship with us this evening? Come inside,” Oga Ade said, he was a popular carpenter in the zone.
“No sir, I came to see Mama Joshua,” I said.
He acted like he was deaf, he instructed me to pull my slippers, and follow him inside the church. The air was thicker inside, burnt incense was like a cloud above our heads, with majority of the members dressed in white garments. I was among the very few dressed differently. I found a spot at the back row.
They were in their praise period, the movement was nothing like I had ever seen. Most of the songs were in Yoruba. It was electric, the drummer has hitting the drum ferociously. The choristers were singing, clapping and shaking their big backsides at the same time. I wondered why most of the female had very big bumbums, could it have something to do with the sutana? All I could do was clap, a little boy that had been abandoned by his due to her devotion to praising God, crawled to my position. He made actions that suggested that I should pick him up, but he was covered in dirt and catarrh, I ignored him. The teenage girls started dancing in circles, with body parts that they shouldn’t have at that age.
Finally, it wasn’t a bad idea to be at the church. My eyes were clearly entertained and I decided to use the opportunity to say a prayer for the soul of my dad.
A very tall skinny man with an over-sized sutana started dancing in the middle of the church. His gown was different, even the cloth tied around his waist was of a different color. He was dancing with a leg then he switched to the other leg, making sounds that humans born of a woman wouldn’t understand.
The drummer was excited. I was scared he was going to break the skin of the drum, the choristers gathered around the majestic man and danced around him. He was like a rockstar!
I sighted Mama Joshua from a distance; she saw me too and smiled. I wondered if she had told her colleagues in church that they had a thief among them. I was wondering when a girl seemed to go into trance. She twisted and turned, ran to and fro, some older ladies ran to her side to hold her, then she started talking.
“humlalai maliaka ransom lai ku daya!”
A woman with a red cap that had lady leader written on it, came close to the girl. She was holding a shiny metallic rod.
“Talk to us Jesus, we are listening (in Yoruba),” she stretched her hands in front of the lady, for that episode, the lady was a vessel of God.
“humlalai maliaka sorogun juju manina tudu wa!” the girl said.
Was this heavenly language? It was not like those people I have seen speaking in tongues, it was melodic, something only the speaker and interpreter understood.
“God said he is pleased with the praise,” she informed us.
The church was joyous; people clapped and shouted “Ogo/hallelujah”
“humlalai maliaka blun go ra yogi ma yama!” the girl continued.
“God said, peace be to everybody that was in church today. Nobody shall die in your house, you shall prosper, and your enemies shall perish!”
The spiritual sentence seemed way shorter than the interpretation but I listened. God started speaking to people personally, the woman kept interpreting until the convulsing girl ran to where I stood. She started pointing at me, I was embarrassed.
“humlalai maliaka yaka yam aka go sare lo mi na maliaka!”
“God said you should never forget that he is your creator”
I didn’t know who I should have looked at, the girl or the woman, so I looked at the small boy that didn’t want my attention anymore.
“humlalai maliaka go so ta rayin ku li ba li ma sa kun dey ruga!”
“God said you should be careful of the curse on your father, be careful that it doesn’t materialize in your life. If it does, you will die!”
The girl started singing in that same strange language, then she walked away.
The remaining part of the service was about bible study and prayers. I was looking at Mama Joshua as we started filing out of the church, it was 15 minutes to 8. Someone tapped me at the back, it was the lanky man.
“Boy, what is your name?” he asked
“Fifi,” I replied.
“You heard what God told you?”
“Yes”
“Good, you should pray and fast for seven days, when you are done, come to this church and I will perform deliverance for you.”
It sounded rather ridiculous, but I kept that inside.
“Thank you sir.”
I didn’t want to lose Mama Joshua, I could see her royal chubbiness walking briskly away. As soon as the man released me, I ran up to her.
“Fifi, what were you looking for in my church?” she asked, not even bothering to look at me.
“Ma, I went to the market to buy the Chicken but they had closed”, I brought out the money so she would believe me, “this is the money Ma, please accept it.”
“Don’t worry my son. I was just angry at that moment. You people should not steal people’s chicken, its bad,” she said, still not looking at me but laughing.
“Thank you, ma”
“How is your sister, Hanatu?”
“She is fine ma, she is at home.”
“How is life without your father?”
I didn’t like people talking about him. I didn’t like discussing him with people.
“Fine, ma”
“Hope I will be seeing you in church?”
“Sure ma,” I replied.
I hoped that was the last time I attended a church that predicted my death. I had 1000 Naira in my pocket, I decided to get fried yam and Akara for my lovely sister. I would add a bottle of Fanta to it. Tomorrow morning I would surprise her with the amount of money she would have has school money. I whistled as I strolled home.