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BODE..

Three days in ‘The house’ as they call it and I am always feeling like I am on another planet. Only two things go around the house as I have discovered, sex and money. Sesan’s room which I had thought to be comfy was hell in the evenings when boys gathered to gamble on PlayStation soccer. Bleep it, they gambled and argued on everything in sight. And I have come to accept that the landlord probably infected every tenant. I met the landlord for the first time yesterday and it was really awkward or what more can I say? I had gone out to buy newspapers and on my way back in, I decided to walk in through the main house and not around it. I had not gone more than five steps when I started hearing voices.

“No bet on Madrid o, the odds for this weekend low gan, just bet Chelsea. First to score, Barca over two, Chei, nowadays ManU dey spoil ticket anyhow, I for talk say make we add them”. The voice sounded familiar.

“Hmmm Eleribu ni awon ManU yen, its ok, when time don reach, we go go the kiosk together”. This was a much older voice. The voices seemed to be coming from upstairs. I kept on walking and was almost at the back door when I heard

“Who are you?!” It was the elderly voice, I turned around and looked up to see a fragile looking man of about sixty years old with a brushing wood popularly called pako gently balanced by one side of his mouth. Beside him was one of the guys that usually came to Sesan’s room to gamble, couldn’t remember his name sef.

“Ha, na Sesan cousin be this”, the guy answered for me.

“Goodafternoon Sir” I quickly followed up.

“So that rogue has family, wonders shall never end!” Baba Landlord started, I thought he called Sesan a rogue because his room was more like the coliseum of all gambling in the house. It was later on I found out that the Landlord had his eyes on one of Iya Nuru’s daughter a while back and had been thinking of how to go about it without facing the wrath of Iya Nuru. He had confided his love for the girl to Boka, and in typical igbo boy fashion, Boka had advised him to go get a blackberry phone and give it to the girl as a gift. That from then onwards, the girl would be all over him. The Landlord thought it over and decided to do so. One particular morning he had woken up very early in the morning to go and hassle his tenants that were owing rent so he could use the money to buy the blackberry phone. After going round, he finally got to Sesan’s room. And when he knocked on the door, he was shocked beyond words when the girl he was in love with was the one who opened the door wearing nothing but one of Sesan’s shirt at 7am! The landlord almost passed out. Though no one has still told me any good reason why the Landlord had not sent Sesan packing.

‘Guy, how far, Sesan dey room?” the guy with the Landlord brought me back to the present.

“Yes he is”

“Confirm, I go soon show now” meaning he would come over to start up a bet on something that made absolutely no sense.

“You just move in without coming to pay homage to your elders, what place are you from?” Apparently Baba Landlord wasn’t done with his interrogation.

“I am sorry, sir, I didn’t ..”

“Don’t worry, go and buy one McDowells for Baba”, the guy cut me short. What the hell was his problem?! Does he have any idea if I have money or not.

“Ok sir, sorry! I would get one and bring it over sir”, I bowed to the Landlord.

“Good, omo dada, seems you are more responsible than that cousin of yours”, the landlord said as I turned around to leave. Was already thinking about money, my little cash I had brought to Lagos had depreciated faster than Zimbabwe’s currency. I just made my way back to the room to go get some money then go and buy baba Landlord his drink. Getting to the room and I could tell this boys had started gambling. The door was lined-up with different slippers and foot wears. I just sighed and went in, didn’t bother looking around, there were about four boys all seated around the TV screen. Sesan was standing as always, naira notes in his hand. They were all shouting, and hailing as each player made his move. I went to my bag, pulled out a thousand naira note and went back out. This time I decided to go around the house and not through it. I noticed a lady going in the house though, she looked like one of the girls fighting the day I had arrived. I didn’t pay her much attention, went out and arrived at Iya Nuru’s gate. The few times I had come here, it had been Iya Nuru herself attending to me, such bad luck. I was about knocking when the gate opened and out came the stunning daughter of hers that I had first encountered with Sesan.

“Sorry, I want to buy McDowells” I quickly found my voice to show off my confidence though.

“Oo ok, let me check” She replied me with a smile and went back in. I couldn’t see my face but I was sure wearing a grin as long as the river Nile. I patted my hair to check if it wasn’t that rough, I had been keeping an afro for the past few months. Was still at it when she came back out holding a pack of McDowells. The biggest one! Who said I wanted the biggest oo?! I wanted the small bottle na, I was about weeping inside.

“It’s only the big one we have left or is it the small one you want to buy” that voice and smile again, shit, I was in trouble.

“No no, the big one is ok, how much is it?

“One thousand, two hundred”

I was now seriously weeping inside, one thousand two for what na?! But the smile and voice already had me. I looked at the girl to properly see her beauty. She was about 5ft8 tall, had a mole by the side of her mouth that gave her smile an extra edge. Long hair (don’t know if it was natural) that reached down to her breast which looked average but then her hips was crazy! They were wide enough to make me start wondering how her ass would be.

“Are you buying?” The smile on her face was gone.

“I am but its only one thousand naira that is here with me, would bring two hundred naira later”

“Haa I don’t know you o”

“I am Sesan’s cousin, we came here together the other day to buy card” , I was seriously praying that name-dropping Sesan would work. And it sure did.

“Ok but please bring it today” She said as she pulled out a Nylon out of nowhere and put the McDowells in.

“I will, thank you, what is your name by the way so when I come back”

“Latifah” She replied with that smile again. Chei, her name didn’t fit at all. She collected the thousand naira note and before I could say anything more, shut the door in my face. I shrugged and headed back home. Latifah, Latifah was ringing in my head as I got back home and started making my way upstairs to Baba Landlord’s Apartment to pay homage. Surprisingly everywhere was quiet but then again it was around noon, the responsible ones had gone to work and the not-so-responsible ones was in Sesan’s room. I got upstairs, first time I had been here since I started living in the house. There were about three doors each on both sides of the place leading up to a central door. I figured that must be the living room and started making my way towards it when I passed one of the rooms which door was slightly ajar and noticed some movement in it. I took a step backwards and the sight I saw made me remember Sesan’s introducing me to the house. There was the lady I had seen earlier walking into the house on my way to Iya Nuru’s place kneeling between what I assumed was Baba Landlord’s legs giving a crazy head. I adjusted properly to see if I could see the Landlord’s face but the door shielded that. The lady was sure good at what she was doing because as I turned to leave, I could hear Baba Landlord making out animal sounds. I just sighed and made my way back to Sesan’s room which was now containing over eight fully grown guys shouting and cursing. The guy I had seen earlier with the landlord was here now so also was Boka. I just found a spot on the bed that was free, placed the McDowells bottle by my side and dozed off which was surprising considering the level of heat in the room. Woke up a few hours later, empty room, empty cups, empty McDowell bottle!…..

written by BASS @olumiCFC

Source: www.elsieisy.com

SESAN…
The look on Bode’s face was priceless……. guy don dey feel at home already. Well not to praise myself, I do pride myself in my pimped up room, na those girls fit enjoy the parole pass. Asides the fact that my room is usually a betting arena whenever I put on the PS2, it was all tight. Hmmm should I start explaining to Bode the workings of this house abi make I chill till he has settled and get things himself. As I made a move to go back out and get a bucket, Boka entered. Ohhh this guy no dey ever forget money matters….

“Oga, how far, wey my money? Fight sha don end and no winner”, always straight to the topic. Dude’s always feeling like someone’s out to cheat him, probably because God cheated him out of a few inches. Shortest person in the house at a height of about 5’4, already growing a potbelly off some money he was getting as a Yahoo boy.

“You no get sense at all, shey you know? You wan collect your money now, for evening if everybody wan play game now, you go don go blow the money ontop Ego head abi?”

“Guy, wetin concern you? Na sha my money…..Biko, abeg give me my money, I wan go Iya Niyi go chop”, with this, I just had to give him his money. I pulled out a two hundred naira note out of the lot which I was still gripping. After collecting his money, he turned and faced Bode.

“Chairman, I hail oo”…..Idiot!
“Boss, I salute back”, great! At least Bode was well mannered. I decided to do some introduction.

“Boka, na my cousin Bode be dis. Bode meet the one and only Boka the Messiah! The unofficial president of this house!”

Boka was all smiles now, he loved being hailed.

“No mind your cousin oo, my name na Chibuzor but you can also call me Boka”, a wide grin was plastered all over his face.
“Na here he go dey live oo”, It was best the boys started knowing I had a new roomie.
“You serious?” Boka asked as he turn to look at me. ‘Make we throw am welcome party na’
“Idiot, you better shut up, you wey be say na because of two hundred naira you enter my room dey para, shey na you wan buy beer boys for the party?”

Bode bursted out laughing on the bed, first time I had actually see him laugh since he arrived.

“You for say you broke, make I come help you ni, fool!” Boka said as he stepped out of my room. My laughter was epic as I turned to face Bode. Think it’s best if I at least started telling him one or two things about the house.

I was still trying to contain my laughter at the scene that had just played out in front of me. Chibuzor A.K.A Boka had seemed a really lively guy. Sesan went to the nearby wall hanger and changed shirts. He asked me to take a stroll with him that he wanted to get recharge cards outside the compound. I stood up and followed him. The compound that had been some sort of a fighting coliseum moments ago was now virtually empty save for a few people at the well. I noticed one of the girls that had been fighting earlier amongst them.

“This place is a crazy house oo, full of abnormal people, we call it ‘the House’”..Sesan’s voice brought me back to him. We had stepped out of the main gate by now. Calling the group of people I had seen earlier, crazy, seemed like a big understatement.
“Our landlord sef no test ok, you have already met his daughter gan, and you have seen the oskanbos we have in the house, those are just two, they are about five, the rest haven’t returned from work”, he turned away from me after this statement and knocked on the next compound’s gate.

“What’s Oskanbo?” I was lost.
“Prostitutes, ashy. We also have students, corpers and close to normal people sha living in the house”

“But does your landlord know there are prostitutes living in the compound?”

“Know ke? Abi he’s their commander in chief. I don’t think any of them has ever paid house rent before as far as they go and Bleep the man regularly”

“Seriously?!” I was shocked!

“But wait o, how old is your landlord?”

“Omo the man go don dey enter around seventy o but bleeps like he’s still in his thirties”

“Na wa o” was the next thing that fell out of my mouth.

“Then the boys in the compound are cool sha. Weyreh boys asides one body builder wey we dey harbor for that house”
I immediately remembered the huge guy I had mistakenly stepped on during the fight. He sure looked like a body builder.

“Na the guy dey Bleep Stella sha, na only God know when him sef pay rent last”.

No one had answered the gate, this time he banged the gate like he was trying to bring it down.

“Tani yen!(Who’s that),E’ni gate ni ile ni?(Don’t you have a gate at home)”came a sharp voice from within.

“I wan buy card jor! Iya Nuru”…Sesan shouted. I was surprised when the gate was opened and out came a pretty girl with one of the most amazing smile I have ever seen. I was still trying to figure how someone as pretty as these could have such a sharp toutish’ voice when she spoke.

“How much card do you want to buy? “

Her voice was so sonorous I was beginning to think I was staring at an angel.

“Dem tell you say na him wan buy card abi me? Abeg give me Etisalat two hundred jor before your mama think say person wan come rob am”, Sesan’s voice brought me back to reality once again. He stretched out a two hundred naira note to her.

“Oga,easy”, she laughed as she took the money and went back inside. Apparently Sesan seemed some sort of area father around here. There was a frown on his face as he turned to look at me.

“The woman go dey feel say person wan come rob am ni abi person wan come rape her daughters for house”

“Daughters?” I asked in amazement that there could be more angels in this house.

“Yes na. She has three daughters and one boy. The boy is the eldest, the girl that came out just now is the last born”, He was just completing this statement when the girl came back out with his card. She handed it back to him and shut the gate as she went back inside. We started back towards our own place.

“She go dey monitor her daughters like say dem no go marry, and those girls ehn, dey Bleep anything!”

My brain rebooted at this statement. I was sure in for a crazy stay in Lagos.

“As I was saying jare, my compound is full of crazy abnormal people o. So its best I start telling you about them, make you no go dey feel out of place.”, he said this as he pushed the gate open and ushered me back in.

“Welcome to the house”
“Why do you call it the house? Sounds strange”. I wasn’t seeing any sense in him calling it the house.

“Haa you neva go casino before, they call casino floors ‘The House’ and you know what they say about the house?”
“No, I don’t” I replied.
“The House always wins”…………

Written by BASS @OlumiCFC

Source: www.elsieisy.com

BODE………………
Was so glad to get out of the cab at last. One thing I had learnt since I arrived Lagos about an hour ago was the notable difference between Lagos and Ibadan drivers. Lagos drivers were so so disrespectful that you would feel they were actually doing you a favor and not getting paid for their services. I just paid the man his
fee, collected my change and turned around to see if I was at the right address. Yep, it seems I am, the address says No. 5, Soli street and this was definitely No. 5 judging from the number written boldly on the black gate in front of me. As for the name of the street, I didn’t know but the cab driver had said this was Soli Street.

I knocked on the gate and noticed it was opened. Maybe I would just walk up to the main door and knock instead. I walked slowly in…looking around, It was a fairly big compound that had a one storey building sitting right in the middle of it. It was painted brown, paint was still bright, it must have just been painted recently. Had about 3 DSTV dishes hanging from the roof. Hmmm some pretty comfortable people must be living in this house. Can’t even tell if it was a face me I face you apartment or housing flats. There was a door slightly left open staring right at me but I could not just walk in..I sighed

Everywhere looked deserted and I silently said a prayer hoping Sesan would be home (Sesan is my cousin who I have come to Lagos to stay with while I look for a job). As I got closer to the building, I could hear faint noises coming from within. The closer I got the louder it became, it seemed like people arguing or more so fighting actually..errr what should I do now? I can’t just walk into a house that I knew no one. Strange, the noise now seemed to be coming from the back of the house. I started walking in that direction. As I turned a corner I could make out a smaller building at the back of the main one, saw a small crowd cheering, shouting and screaming.

No one noticed me, they were all so engrossed in what was going on in the middle it seemed. I kept walking towards them hoping to catch a glimpse of what exactly was going on that had everyone so excited. Gradually I could make out two ladies having a go at one another. They were both almost naked, one only had her panties on and my God, her boobs were massive. The other had something that I believe was once a bumshort but now was more like a half-pant and a T-shirt that was obviously on for the last day. My eyes returned to the girl with the big boobs. I could feel blood rushing to my dick but to think about it properly, no-one was making any attempt to stop them whatsoever. What kind of place was this? “If she no gree, bite her well…she dey mad”…shouted a short guy that was standing close to me. He had only his boxers on and judging from the bulge in it he was enjoying the show as much as I was too.

“Princess, please stop this na! I would give you money for another one”, a man was saying from the other side of the fight and yet he wasn’t making any move to get in between the fight. He was smartly dressed with a suit and tie to boot, cleaned-shaved too and looking around I thought to myself what was someone dressed like that doing here?

“beat am well”
“omo comot her pants jor!”
‘see boobi toh bad!”

These and more were the chants going on around me. I was finally able to pull my eyes away from the naked breast in front of me and started scanning the
crowd to see if I could get Sesan. Not looking too far, he was on the other side of the fight with his shirt thrown over his shoulder and a couple of naira notes in his left hand. He was sweating profusely and I began to wonder who the people fighting actually were. I started making my way round the crowd to the other side of the fight. In my haste to get to Sesan, i accidentally stepped on someone’s foot.“You dey mad?!” came a loud voice as I looked at the huge guy I had stepped on. He was about 6ft3 and had sure as hell been working out. I quickly mumbled and bowed my head in respect before another fight or beating started. He didn’t even hear me, he had turned back to continue enjoying the live smackdown vs raw going on in front of him. I was grateful for the distraction and continued my round trip. I was almost close to patting Sesan on the back when a voice rang out.

“Stella dey come, Stella dey come!!!” the speed at which everyone dispersed was unimaginable. I just couldn’t understand even the combatants took off, some were
heading to the main building which I just noticed had back entrance that led to the smaller one. The others including the combatants were rushing to the smaller building a few though I noticed was making their way to a well that was at the far end of the compound that had a few buckets surrounding it, only the man on suit and tie and I remained, he was shaking his head sorrowfully while I adjusted my bagpack and started wondering which direction Sesan had taken off to. While we were still standing
there, each with his own thoughts a lady came by. She was quite tall and had full hips with small boobs, she was wearing a mini/macro or whatever they call it these
days skirt and a top that had LOVE ME written boldly across it. She was sporting a low cut hair do. She was walking straight towards us and I adjusted my 6ft1 frame as she got closer.

“Yes, who are you and what are you doing here?’ was the first thing that came out of her mouth. I looked at the man standing next to me pretty sure the question was meant for both of us but apparently I was wrong. He was still with his thoughts and wasn’t paying any attention to the lady.
“Excuse me, are you deaf or dumb? I asked a question”.

Was she mad or stupid? How could she just talk to a stranger that way? None, I am fine but you are quite rude!” I blurted out. Her facial reaction changed and I believed she wasn’t used to been shut down.

SESAN……………
Oh boy this Stella of a girl na weyreh ooo, why would she show up at a time like this? Wey I don put money down on Yemisi head, I hissed, this girl
must be sick. No b her fault sha if no b say na her papa build the house, I for don beat her teytey. Shit, i forgot my bucket at the well, hissed again and stood
up. I was still holding 700naira the bet money hhhmmm, let me go and get my bucket first before this money tempt me pass gauge. I stood up and got my shirt on. I had taken it off in solidarity when the fight between Amaka and Yemisi started. I was still sweating like a guinea pig, wetin money go cause ehn! I opened the door and stepped back outside. There was Mr. Obinna still standing there like a truck hit him and there was the stupid girl Stella dressed to kill as usual. Hissed again. Wonder who was the unfortunate guy standing in front of her with bagpack? I got my slippers on and started walking towards them abi another fight wan start ni?

Same noni. The guy sef looks kinda familiar. As I moved towards them, my brain was tingling‘How dare you talk to me like that?! Do you know who I am?” Stella don dey make mouth again.
“I don’t think I care and that I even wanna know who you are” oh boy, it was my cousin Bode talking. When did he arrive? And wetin concern him and Stella?
I quickly walked towards them. I always wanted to slap this Stella of a girl and Bode just seem to have provided the right opportunity. As I got closer I noticed Uti standing at a distance looking at the proceedings.. Bleep, I neva understand wetin be this guy problem. Every time Stella is around, he goes into protective mode. Hissed again.

BODE..
This girl must think she’s dealing with a JJC though truth be told I am a JJC. This was only my second trip to Lagos in history, but that didn’t mean I was going to back down. I just wasn’t brought up hitting women, I actually felt like slapping her. I adjusted my bagpack while she ranted again, I wanted to walk off and ask someone where Sesan’s apartment was when I noticed him walking towards us. He had his shirt on now but was still sweating. I moved closer to him and said…
“Morning bro, didn’t know your apartment”
“Oo its nothing, how ur waka na?”

Though I had turned my back on the ranting girl, I was pretty sure she was fuming. I didn’t care, I had seen who I came to see. He patted me on the back as we started walking towards the smaller building.

“Who is that girl”?
“Ooo, that is our landlord’s daughter”

Landlord’s daughter??!! I took a deep breathe. Little wonder she had seemed so confident of herself. I hoped I hadn’t crossed the line too much but from Sesan’s behavior it seems they are used to her attitude. I sighed and bent to take off my footwear as we got to Sesan’s room. Well maybe if I get to see her later on, I might apologize or something.

“Well this is my room oo..its small oo but comfortable bajebaje” Sesan’s voice brought me out of my thoughts. I looked around the room. There was a big bed occupying a corner of the room, a Television set right across it with a DVD player and a Playstation2 console lying by it side. Another corner of the room had a table and chair and all these were on a wine-colored rug. Well comfortable as he said and small. Well, I was here now….

Written by BASS @OlumiCFC

source ; www.elsieisy.com

I smiled at the figure standing in front of me. Fine looking dude with a very good dress sense. Looking all bright and handsome.

“Won’t you invite me in?” he asked. Breaking my admiral looks.

“My bad, please come in sugar and make yourself comfortable”, I said as I stepped aside.

He walked in and I turned to shut the door. Typical of Niyi, he slide his hands right from my waist to my v area. I rested on his chest, turned my neck sideways and kissed him. He has got to be the best kisser ever for me. In seconds our body was faced to each other with intense kiss. My back resting on the door, he moved his hand slowly underneath my chiffon armless top and rest easy on my naked boobs. He tickled my body slowly with a little more concentration on the boobs. I whimpered in pleasure as I made for his torso. He held my hands and placed them on his shoulder, starred into my eyes and said, not in a hurry boo. He lifted me up, placed me on the cushion and undressed me nice and slowly while in a deep tongue kiss. He paused for a while as if to admire the body in front of him. I smiled sheepishly and he giggled.

“Are you shy?” he asked.

I pulled his head closer and started the kisses all... click this link to read all http://elsieisy.com/stories/sin-city-ii/

yhermmie: U knw u can't just stop here. Keep it coming pls

FINAL PART WILL BE UP ON WEDNESDAY

My morning was lonely. Suffering from a terrible hang over and my normal morning erection (at least that part of my body never gets tired neither does it disappoint). Lying down on this family sized bed alone and thinking of the next phase of my life. I quit my job last month because I wasn’t satisfied. All I wanted to do was music and the job was being a hindrance to achieving this dream. I needed more time to face my music career. I used to be part of the internet scammers (yahoo boys), clients weren’t coming my way like they used to, so I said to myself, “Its time I stopped this life style”. Not sure the decision was convincing enough. While thinking all these through, I picked up my blackberry and tweeted, “I need someone to talk to” out of my very subconscious side.

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I was going through my various accounts on social networks one fateful Saturday morning. Went through my Facebook to Google+, LinkedIn, Nairaland, Instagram and then finally landed on twitter where I was likely to spend the rest of the day.

Just while I was scrolling through, up, down, sideways (android things, lol), I saw a particular tweet from a handle (Twitter User), “I need someone to talk to”.

I checked out this handle’s avatar (Twitter user display picture) and I must say I was impressed. A fair good looking, dark complexioned young guy. We were already following each other (what you can classify as being friends on Facebook for those who don’t know much about twitter) and to think that was my first time of noticing the handle. I decided to lend a listening ear to the worried Nigga.

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“Hey dear, whatsup with you? I saw your tweet about wanting to talk to someone and I don’t mind being that someone”

O boy!, P don set o. I have been following this babe for a while now, her tweets are really interesting but I hadn’t the courage to go to her DM (direct message) and here she is, right in my nest. Wow!

“I would prefer we chat on bbm, can I have your pin?”

My heart jumped up in excitement and anxiety. I didn’t want to sound so cheap neither do I want to be harsh.

“I can only chat via DM for now, my blackberry subscription is off. Would send my pin once I subscribe”

See this babe oh. Is she sounding all nice because her BIS is off? If that’s the case then she’s got the wrong person. I am no maga. Will keep my cool and flow though.

“Ohk, So whatsup?”

I just hope this nigga doesn’t think I am indirectly asking him to do my subscription o, all these twitter boys with their mindset sef. Just didn’t want to give him my pin. He can think whatever sha, I’ll just go with the flow.

“Nothing really, what do you need to talk to someone about?”

See this babe o, does she think I will start telling her all about me just like that? Some chicken brain girls sef.

“Babe, I would rather let get to know each other. What’s your name?”

“My name is Elizabeth but you can call me lizzy. You?”

“I am Gbenga. What do you do?”

“I am a student of ABSU, studying computer science.”

“So you in Abia now?”

“Naa, I am in Lagos for my industrial attachment with an IT firm. I am just lucky they treat me more like a staff than an IT student or how I expected to be treated compared to my friends experience.”

“Cool, so you stay with your parents, right?”

“No, I am staying with my aunt, but she traveled to Abuja. So I am home alone.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

Boyfriend? The thought of the answer to that question brought different emotions back. Love, hatred, pain, disappointment, triumph, revenge, name it. I managed to reduce all the response I would have loved to give to a simple

“NO”

Hoping for no further interrogations.

All these girls can lie sha. Haba! How can a girl as beautiful as this say she doesn’t have a boyfriend? Or she just photogenic?

“How so? Just broke up? “

“Yes, about 3 months now”

“Alright.”

DOKUN! A good looking, average height, dark complexion man. From the southern part of the country. I met him on one of those aimless movement that lands you in so many places including a friend’s work place. He was my friend’s boss and he got interested in me the moment he set his eyes on me. Peju introduced me to her boss and he was on my case from that moment on. I didn’t like him initially and it took me one year+ to say yes to him. We had it real good for about 4 months. Just when I was finally in love with the dude, he suddenly changed. Stopped calling, will pick my call after several and act cold. At last he dropped the bomb shell, saying his mum would die if he married a lady from the east. That we were getting too close and he needs to put a stop to it. Thoughts of him made tears rolls down my eye. I was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Who is at the door? I am coming”

I wiped off my tears, applied a little powder and smile at the girl in the mirror. I was almost at the door when I remembered the chat Niyi and I had last night. How did I forget he was gonna come see me today? The one guy that know how to keep this body and soul of mine together.

*****

I met Niyi the day after Dokun and I broke up. I went to a popular classy bar around my area, sat down and helped myself with enough alcohol and cat fish pepper soup for the heartbreak. Tears rolled down my chin as I downed my order, I cared less about me being noticed since I selected a very secluded area and backed every other person. Just then I heard a voice from behind, “Can I join you?” the voice wasn’t familiar but sent the chills to my spine. I wiped my tears with the back of my palm, turned to a good looking guy standing behind and smiled, “Please do”. I managed to say while trying to hide my tears. He was really good company. We talked about everything, poured my heart out to him and the next thing I knew was me in his house having great sex. From that very day, we became sex partners. He is also sweet and caring and I guess that’s why we have been hitting it this long without issues. The thought of him taking advantage of me during my fragile moment came into play but I was able to stop, and delete such thoughts from my mind. I was enjoying every bit of it. I never knew I was on a journey to sin city…

Source: www.elsieisy.com