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EPISODE 18 Me: Dan Allah ya kuri, ina zua yanzu yanzu (Please I’m sorry, I coming right now)… She: Tor, dan Allah ka sawuri… (Please be fast)… Me: Tor… I quickly got up and was about putting on some clothes when I realized I was sweating. I went to the bathroom and had a shower before I left for her place. On my way there, I realized that the weather was beginning to get cloudy. ‘Damn, I hope this rain doesn’t plan on falling today o’, I thought. I got there and she was already waiting for me outside. She gave me the keys to the car and we began our journey to Kano…. On our way to Kano, I noticed she wasn’t talking to me. I was wondering if it was because I was late. Or maybe something happened at home? I tried asking her if all was well and she told me she was fine. I tried involving her in a conversation and she told me to concentrate on driving. **Na wa o, I no fit talk and drive again?** I had a feeling something was wrong, but I couldn’t just place it. We got to the airport at about some minutes past 6pm. It was still raining heavily there and everywhere was cold. We made inquiries concerning the flight and we were informed that the flight was for 6am the next day. **? WTF!!!** She called her cousin, and she confirmed it. This was becoming a dilemma. We couldn’t possibly go back to Katsina that night and come back the next morning. She decided that we lodge in a hotel close by. We got to the reception and she paid for two rooms. We went to the restaurant to have dinner and I noticed she was still not her normal cheerful self. **Wetin dey do this woman sef ?** I again tried asking her what was wrong again, but she said she was fine. After dinner, I told her I was going to my room and that if she needed anything she should call me…… It was already past 10pm. I was chatting with some friends and browsing when I got a whatsapp message from Malama Aisha… MA: Dioxidane… Me: Ma… MA: What are you doing? Me: I’m browsing and chatting… MA: Chatting with your girlfriends? Me: Lolzz… Just friends ma… MA: You mean to tell me you don’t have a girlfriend? Me: I have… Hope you are feeling better now… MA: I’m fine, it’s just that… Me: That what? MA: Nothing… Me: I’m not privileged to know, right? MA: It’s not that… Me: Then what? MA: I’m not sure I can say it. In fact I’m not supposed to even be thinking about it. Me: Thinking about what? **No Response** Me: You there? MA: Ok, let me just say it. MA: I think I have feelings for you… Me: Ukandu! MA: What’s that? Me: It’s just an expression of surprise… MA: I know it’s surprising, but most times, I always think about you passionately… Me: What about your husband? MA: You know he’s not usually around and I’m a woman… Me: I really don’t know what to say… MA: Dioxidane I’m cold… Me: So sorry… Use the blanket na… MA: Dioxidane, please can you do me a favor? Me: What is it ma? MA: Dioxidane stop calling me ma, you are making me feel very old… Me: Oh, sorry ma… Me: I meant sorry… So what’s the favor you wanted? MA: Can you come to my room? ** ? Chisos!!** Me: It’s late already, and I’m feeling sleepy… MA: Dioxidane, please… I stopped replying her. So many thoughts were running through my head. I knew if I go to her room, I would definitely straff her. No negotiation. Do I go ahead and straff her? Do I chill in my room? This is critical situation. I began hearing the voices of my partners in ‘crime’… Micheal: Dude, trust me, this is going to be super cool. Old wine tastes better, you know… Prince: Nna mehn, you dey dull o. Make I come help you run the matta? If na me, if I no straff am, make I suspend for air… Usman: Walahi, Dioxidane, dis kind women dey sabi straff o… I was still hearing those voices when I heard a knock on the door. WATCH OUT FOR PART 19 TOMORROW

EPISODE 17
The next day I went to work and closed around some minutes to twelve. I remembered I had to go to the airport with Malama Aisha by 3pm. I decided to go shopping for some toiletries and provisions. I took a shuttle to town and boarded a bike to the market. Normally, in most parts of the north, every friday was a day of worship for muslims. Between 1pm and 2pm or 2.30pm, they usually had their Jumu’ah prayers. Most roads are usually blocked, because some of them get to pray on the road. Even when traveling on friday, when it’s time, the driver would usually stop the vehicle close to the nearest mosque for them to observe their prayers without even apologizing or considering the other non-muslim passengers. I bought all I wanted to buy from the market and checked my wristwatch when I realized it was already a few minutes to 1pm. I went to the bike park (which was normally very busy) and realized there was just one bike which was about zooming off. I quickly stopped him and told him where he was to take me to. Bike Man: Naira Hamsin ni (It’s 50naira)… I normally paid 30naira or 40naira from the market to my house. So in the ‘spirit-of- pricing’, I told him, ‘ Walahi Naira Talatin zam nba ka gaskiya’ (I’ll give you 30naira last). I was shocked when the guy just hissed and zoom off. ** ? Can you imagine!!! WTF is wrong with this one?** I decided to walk outside the market with the assurance that I would get another bike. You know that kinda sun that extracts blood from someone’s body system? Yeah, that’s the kind of sun that was shining that day. It was super-scotching. I got outside the market and realized there were no bikes plying the road. Obviously they had all gone for prayers. I was still waiting at the junction when I saw few bikes, but with passengers on them – obviously going for prayers too. I decided I couldn’t just be stagnant. I had to walk, perhaps on the way I’ll get a bike to take me home. The sun was still scotching. It was unrelenting. I was still walking. No bike in sight. The solid part of my body was gradually subliming. The liquid content of my body was already being converted to the gaseous state. I looked around to get a store where I could get water to replenish my system. All the stores I saw were either empty or unattended to. You know that scene where a man walking in the desert was about collapsing due to extreme dehydration? Yeah, that same scene was playing out on me. I thought about entering any empty store and taking the water I needed, afterall they were not there to see me. I decided against it. It’s better to die of dehydration than to die because you were beaten by a mob. For what? For stealing ‘purewater’… Imagine!!! It was ridiculous! I thought about just stopping and waiting till I got a bike to take me home. I still decided against it, ‘cos I felt I just had to get home and replenish myself. My lips were charred and my throat was super-dry. I had already exhausted my saliva…. ** ? Chai!! Who send me make I no take that other bike sef?** Jeez!!! If I could feel this way just by walking in this kinda sun for just about 30mins, I wonder what those Almajiri children I saw walking around everyday in the sun felt. ‘Maybe they are used to it’, I thought. Oh, what I would give for the ability to teleport to my room right now! I had cold water in my fridge waiting for me! I had TREKKED for close to 45mins when I saw some bikes beginning to ply the road. **Ah, thank God, it’s like they’ve finished their prayers!?** After some minutes, I was close to my house but I still waved down a bike-man and told him where he was to take me to. Bike Man: Naira Arbain ni (It’s 40naira)… I didn’t even bother invoking the ‘spirit of pricing’ again. I was even too tired to do that. I had already regretted not taking that other bike in the first place. Now I just wished I could get home. I just climbed and the bike man zoomed off. In less than 5mins, we got to my gate. I was about paying him when I checked my wallet and saw that the lowest denomination of cash I had was 50naira. I gave the bike man and he told me he didn’t have change. **Can you imagine?** I was too tired to say anything. I just walked to my gate and opened it… **Chai, so last last I still pay the 50box? Why I no come enter the first bike na?** I went straight to the fridge and downed two bottles of cold water, went to the bathroom and soaked myself under the shower for several minutes, toweled myself and went straight to the bed and fell asleep.. I was lying on the bed when I felt Malama Aisha straddle my back. She began massaging me. ‘Ahhhhh, Aiiiisssshaaa, that feeeeels soooo swwweeeet’, I saying between moans. ‘You liiiike it?’, she asked. ‘Ahhhhhhhh, ah loooovvve it, you are so sweet’, I responded. She continued by massaging my a$s and my balls. She asked me to lay down on my back, and I did, now facing her. She was still straddling me. I noticed she was still in clothes and I was surprised. ‘Why are you still in your clothes? Take them off!!’, I commanded. She got up slowly and was trying to take off her clothes. She was putting on an ankara skirt and blouse and veil covering her head and shoulders. She took off the veil and was about taking off her scarf when my phone began ringing. It rang the first time. I ignored the phone but continued watching her trying to take off the scarf. She just stopped with her hands on her scarf like a movie that was paused. I was expecting her to continue taking off the scarf but she didn’t. My phone started ringing a second time and I still ignored it. I sat up on the bed watching her. She still had not changed her position. My phone stopped ringing. I was starting to wonder what had happened to her. Was she electrocuted? Was she having a seizure? But if she’s having a seizure, she should be jerking…… I was still having those thoughts when my phone began to ring a third time. Suddenly she turned towards me with bloodshot eyes, and like a movie that was suddenly ‘played’, she screamed, ‘Pick up your fuuuuckkking phone!!!’ **? Huh? WTF!!!** I jumped up from my bed and realized that I had been dreaming. Shiiit, my phone was really ringing. I checked the caller and realized it was Malama Aisha… WATCH OUT FOR PART 18 TOMORROW

EPISODE 16 I had fair idea as to where this was heading. I was pondering if I should go through with it or not. I had already straffed her friend. **What if they later found out? Wait o, how am I sure she doesn’t already know?** I was still having those thoughts when I began to hear some voices in my head. It was the voices of some of my cohorts. Prince: Dioxidane straff this babe jor, you fit no get another opportunity o… Micheal: Dude, you only live once… Straff this babe mehn… Usman: Walahi, if na me, if I no straff this babe, make Alhaji disown me… I was just hearing in my head ‘Straff! Straff! Straff!! Straff!! Straff!! Straff!! Straff!!’ ** ? Jeez!!! wetin na? Ok I don hear, ah!!!** Fvck!! This is not happening! I was becoming so extremely turned on and I was having difficulty hiding my mamba under my boxer shorts. I adjusted my mamba a few times to make sure it wouldn’t betray me by exposing itself. I reached towards her waist and slid the zipper down. My face was just in front of her Bosom, but then again, she didn’t seem to notice. I held the top of her knickers and slid it down. Due to the way I was holding it, my hands brushed her a$s on the way down. It was so smooth and felt amazing – she was so perfect. She wore a pink flowered pant and the material in the front was small enough to exhibit trace quantities of her punana. **Chai, which kind wahala come be this one now?** I thought she would say something about my touching her a$s, but she just smiled. ‘Ready?’, she asked. Her words snapped me out of my awkwardness. I lay back on the bed and she began to massage my lower legs. She straddled my body, facing my feet, and began to move up my legs. When she got to my boxers, she simply pulled it down a little so it was barely covering my a$s. Her hands lightly caressed my balls a few times and I almost gasped. I thought surely she did it mistakenly. I felt that her a$s was right above my head and it grazed my head a few times slightly. She then shifted so she could massage my back again, but positioned herself between my legs, pushing them apart with her thighs. I felt I was fairly exposed, but since she was a masseuse, I knew she was probably used to this. If she didn’t feel awkward, I would try not to as well. When she got to the lower part of my back, she said, ‘let me just move this’, and she pulled off my boxer shorts…. **? Chisos!!! ?** Just like that I was completely na*ked! She was definitely in charge and she knew what she was doing, so I said nothing. It was kinda weird lying na*ked in her presence. Strange and intoxicating. Her hand moved down and around my a$s for a while and she again lightly caressed my balls. Jeez, it felt sublime! She asked if I wouldn’t mind massaging her for a few minutes. ** ? Huh?** The thought of getting up now was truly embarrassing. She would now see how hard my mamba was and that would be the end of massage and fantasy. I said sure and got up sideways to hide my situation. She didn’t seem to notice at all as she lay down and closed her eyes. I asked if I should use the oil and she said sure, but if I could help with her underwear then so I wouldn’t get oil on them. I said sure and she stood. She didn’t look down (or she pretended not) to see my hard-on so I again reached around her and helped remove her bra. Since I was becoming an expert on bra size, I was certain she was at least a C cup, maybe a D. I knelt before her and began to lower her panties. I pulled them over her a $s and felt again her perfect backside. Because I was leaning forward to reach around, my face was so close to her punana. My nose brushed it a few times and the fruity smell of her perfumed body was so rich I wanted to just stay there for a few minutes and relish the experience. But as soon as I pulled off her pants, she moved back to the bed, and lay back down. I positioned myself as she had done to me, between her spread legs. I didn’t need to move them apart as they were already spread… I lightly massaged her back for a short while and then moved to her a$s. When I moved down and massaged her thighs between her upper legs, she spread her legs apart a little more. My hands grazed her crotch a few times and she moaned almost soundlessly. After several minutes she told me, ‘that’s okay, thanks. Why don’t you lie on your back?’ I knew there was no hiding my now fully erect mamba now, but I decided to go with it. She definitely knew the effect she had on guys, so that shouldn’t have been a complete surprise to her. She positioned herself near my feet this time and began working her way up my legs. She was massaging lightly and exotically now. When she got to the top of my legs and inner thighs, she frequently lightly brushed by my balls. Without looking, I was imagining that she was actually using a hand and caressing them with her finger tips. I slipped out a moan or two, but she didn’t seem to notice. She mentioned something about how large I was, but I was too carried away to respond. She then moved above my head and began to massage my upper body. Her Bosom were dangling some inches from my face, her ni*pples brushing my nose and mouth. As I licked my dry lips once time, her ni*pple brushed my tongue. When she felt it, she stopped slightly and moved back to where she was. Her ni*pple hung invitingly over my mouth. She lowered it slightly so it hung between my lips and she swayed it ever so slightly back and forth, daring me to lick it again. When I did, she moaned slightly, almost inaudibly, and she continued rubbing my laps. After a short time, she shifted and I began licking her other ni*pple. They were by this time perky and hard under my tongue. She had begun massaging my mamba, but only lightly stroking the underside. She fondled my balls slightly repeatedly as I lapped and sucked her perfect ni*pples. Some minutes passed and she began to move her body forward until she was straddling my torso, still facing my feet. She allowed me to move my arms out so they weren’t trapped under her legs. She now had better reach of my legs. When she leaned forward touching my knees, her a $s lifted off my chest and I could see her beautiful underside. When she caressed back to my mamba, she leaned her body back so her pu*ssy and a $s were pressed into my face. I was again struck by the sweet fruity smell of her body spray. I nuzzled her as her body met my face, each time she moved forward and then back. I nuzzled her pu*ssy and she arched her back slightly. When I began to lightly lick her pu*ssy, she caressed the full length of my mamba and began to massage it. She ground her pu*ssy to my face and I rubbed my tongue into her hole. It tasted a bit like soap as if she had thoroughly cleaned. I flicked and sucked on her pu*ssy till she fell backwards towards my legs. She was jerking and writhing and I saw juices flowing down her legs. She later got up and knelt before me. Obviously she had other plans… WATCH OUT FOR PART 16 TOMORROW

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EPISODE 15 I had fair idea as to where this was heading. I was pondering if I should go through with it or not. I had already straffed her friend. **What if they later found out? Wait o, how am I sure she doesn’t already know?** I was still having those thoughts when I began to hear some voices in my head. It was the voices of some of my cohorts. Prince: Dioxidane straff this babe jor, you fit no get another opportunity o… Micheal: Dude, you only live once… Straff this babe mehn… Usman: Walahi, if na me, if I no straff this babe, make Alhaji disown me… I was just hearing in my head ‘Straff! Straff! Straff!! Straff!! Straff!! Straff!! Straff!!’ ** ? Jeez!!! wetin na? Ok I don hear, ah!!!** Fvck!! This is not happening! I was becoming so extremely turned on and I was having difficulty hiding my mamba under my boxer shorts. I adjusted my mamba a few times to make sure it wouldn’t betray me by exposing itself. I reached towards her waist and slid the zipper down. My face was just in front of her Bosom, but then again, she didn’t seem to notice. I held the top of her knickers and slid it down. Due to the way I was holding it, my hands brushed her a$s on the way down. It was so smooth and felt amazing – she was so perfect. She wore a pink flowered pant and the material in the front was small enough to exhibit trace quantities of her punana. **Chai, which kind wahala come be this one now?** I thought she would say something about my touching her a$s, but she just smiled. ‘Ready?’, she asked. Her words snapped me out of my awkwardness. I lay back on the bed and she began to massage my lower legs. She straddled my body, facing my feet, and began to move up my legs. When she got to my boxers, she simply pulled it down a little so it was barely covering my a$s. Her hands lightly caressed my balls a few times and I almost gasped. I thought surely she did it mistakenly. I felt that her a$s was right above my head and it grazed my head a few times slightly. She then shifted so she could massage my back again, but positioned herself between my legs, pushing them apart with her thighs. I felt I was fairly exposed, but since she was a masseuse, I knew she was probably used to this. If she didn’t feel awkward, I would try not to as well. When she got to the lower part of my back, she said, ‘let me just move this’, and she pulled off my boxer shorts…. **? Chisos!!! ?** Just like that I was completely na*ked! She was definitely in charge and she knew what she was doing, so I said nothing. It was kinda weird lying na*ked in her presence. Strange and intoxicating. Her hand moved down and around my a$s for a while and she again lightly caressed my balls. Jeez, it felt sublime! She asked if I wouldn’t mind massaging her for a few minutes. ** ? Huh?** The thought of getting up now was truly embarrassing. She would now see how hard my mamba was and that would be the end of massage and fantasy. I said sure and got up sideways to hide my situation. She didn’t seem to notice at all as she lay down and closed her eyes. I asked if I should use the oil and she said sure, but if I could help with her underwear then so I wouldn’t get oil on them. I said sure and she stood. She didn’t look down (or she pretended not) to see my hard-on so I again reached around her and helped remove her bra. Since I was becoming an expert on bra size, I was certain she was at least a C cup, maybe a D. I knelt before her and began to lower her panties. I pulled them over her a $s and felt again her perfect backside. Because I was leaning forward to reach around, my face was so close to her punana. My nose brushed it a few times and the fruity smell of her perfumed body was so rich I wanted to just stay there for a few minutes and relish the experience. But as soon as I pulled off her pants, she moved back to the bed, and lay back down. I positioned myself as she had done to me, between her spread legs. I didn’t need to move them apart as they were already spread… I lightly massaged her back for a short while and then moved to her a$s. When I moved down and massaged her thighs between her upper legs, she spread her legs apart a little more. My hands grazed her crotch a few times and she moaned almost soundlessly. After several minutes she told me, ‘that’s okay, thanks. Why don’t you lie on your back?’ I knew there was no hiding my now fully erect mamba now, but I decided to go with it. She definitely knew the effect she had on guys, so that shouldn’t have been a complete surprise to her. She positioned herself near my feet this time and began working her way up my legs. She was massaging lightly and exotically now. When she got to the top of my legs and inner thighs, she frequently lightly brushed by my balls. Without looking, I was imagining that she was actually using a hand and caressing them with her finger tips. I slipped out a moan or two, but she didn’t seem to notice. She mentioned something about how large I was, but I was too carried away to respond. She then moved above my head and began to massage my upper body. Her Bosom were dangling some inches from my face, her ni*pples brushing my nose and mouth. As I licked my dry lips once time, her ni*pple brushed my tongue. When she felt it, she stopped slightly and moved back to where she was. Her ni*pple hung invitingly over my mouth. She lowered it slightly so it hung between my lips and she swayed it ever so slightly back and forth, daring me to lick it again. When I did, she moaned slightly, almost inaudibly, and she continued rubbing my laps. After a short time, she shifted and I began licking her other ni*pple. They were by this time perky and hard under my tongue. She had begun massaging my mamba, but only lightly stroking the underside. She fondled my balls slightly repeatedly as I lapped and sucked her perfect ni*pples. Some minutes passed and she began to move her body forward until she was straddling my torso, still facing my feet. She allowed me to move my arms out so they weren’t trapped under her legs. She now had better reach of my legs. When she leaned forward touching my knees, her a $s lifted off my chest and I could see her beautiful underside. When she caressed back to my mamba, she leaned her body back so her pu*ssy and a $s were pressed into my face. I was again struck by the sweet fruity smell of her body spray. I nuzzled her as her body met my face, each time she moved forward and then back. I nuzzled her pu*ssy and she arched her back slightly. When I began to lightly lick her pu*ssy, she caressed the full length of my mamba and began to massage it. She ground her pu*ssy to my face and I rubbed my tongue into her hole. It tasted a bit like soap as if she had thoroughly cleaned. I flicked and sucked on her pu*ssy till she fell backwards towards my legs. She was jerking and writhing and I saw juices flowing down her legs. She later got up and knelt before me. Obviously she had other plans… WATCH OUT FOR PART 16 TOMORROW

EPISODE 14 The next day, I went to see Malama Aisha at her office. After discussing normal CDG matters, we started talking about others stuffs. **Walahi, this woman na ‘gister’**. We were gisting like we had known each other for long. She told me her husband was a medical doctor and he worked at Yola. He usually came back about once or twice a month and sometimes she went to visit him. They had a kid who was with her in Katsina. She asked me about myself and I told her. We really talked at length. After that day, I was beginning to lose my lust for her. I had never wanted to have anything to do with married women. I wasn’t going to start now. She on the other hand, became increasingly fond of me. ‘Dioxidane, Dan Allah (please) come and help me to fix this…’ ‘Dioxidane, come and help me to get this…’ I was getting used to receiving those kind of calls from her. In my mind, ‘ah an, this woman, I be your house boy ni?’. But since I was getting free foodstuff most times and I get to use her car when running those errands, I really didn’t mind. Besides I was in a ‘foreign’ land, and I needed all the allies I could get. Meanwhile, Zainab and I had resolved our issues and continued our thursday rendezvous. I was typing an article on my laptop one evening when my phone rang… Me: Hello… Caller: Dioxidane, it’s me Rejoice… Me: ? Ohhh, how you doing? What happened to your phone? Rejoice: Dioxidane please I’m outside your gate… Me: **? Huh** What happened? Uhmm, don’t worry I’m coming… I went to the gate and invited her in… Rejoice and I usually talked whenever we met during CDS meetings. She had been at my place just once. I didn’t know if Sandra (her friend) told her about what happened between us. But I doubt if she did, ‘cos girls rarely ‘kiss- and-tell’. She told me Sandra went to visit her boyfriend and there was no one in her lodge. She couldn’t stay alone and she didn’t have anywhere she could go that was why she came to my place. In Osofia’s voice **This is a case of giving a goat a tuber of yam to keep and expecting it not to eat it…** Truth is, I wasn’t really interested in straffing that night. I had a deadline to meet and I still had a lot to do. I told her she was welcome to stay, but I could not keep her company because I was busy. She said she understood and that she just needed somewhere safe to stay for the night. I transferred some movies to my tab and gave her to keep herself busy. By default I have a folder where I save romantic movies (to watch when in the company of ladies). It was from that folder I unconsciously sent movies to my tab for her to watch. I was busy banging away at my keyboard when I thought of asking her if she’s had dinner. As I looked towards her, I realized she was already looking at me. For how long? I don’t know. She quickly took concentrated back on the movie she was watching. Me: Sorry I forgot to ask you… What would you like for dinner? She: What were you planning on eating? Me: I wanted to drink garri ?… She: **Laughs** Me: Seriously, what would you like? Would you boil rice? There’s stew… She: Ok, lemme go and prepare it… I was about going to show her where the stuffs were in the kitchen when I realized she had already gotten up and was almost at the kitchen. ‘Some girls really know their way around the kitchen’, I thought. As I saw her walking to the kitchen, I totally forgot the last line I was typing. **? Chisos, see ukwu** I quickly reminded myself of my resolve not to straff that night. You know what ladies do when they know you are attracted by something on them? Yeah, they fvcking flaunt it! That was exactly what Rejoice was doing that night. **Ah an, how many times you go enter kitchen na?** She was frequenting the kitchen several times, ‘cos she knew I would look at her when she went. Mamba was already responding to brain signals. **Chai, I get work to do o ? …** It was already 9pm. I still hadn’t completed the article I was writing. I was beginning to have writer’s block. Ideas were flying off my head. Or was it because I was getting hungry? Me: Come, is the food not ready? She: Ah an, Dioxidane, see how you shouted at me? Me: Huh? Did I just shout now? She: You did… Me: No vex abeg… She: Or is because you are hungry? Don’t worry, it’s almost ready… Me: Ok… She did something I didn’t like – telling me I was shouting at her. I didn’t shout at her. Or did I? I was confused. I didn’t even know what I was doing anymore. I just placed my elbows on the table and placed my hands over my face… I was so lost in thought. I didn’t even know when she got up and stood behind the chair I was sitting. She: Dioxidane, are you ok? Me: Huh? Uhmm, I’m fine… She: Are you sure? Me: Yeah, I’m just kinda tired… She: Then rest a bit… Me: I have to complete this article tonight… She: Wait lemme get this for you… As she was saying that, she placed both her hands on my shoulders, massaging them and I began twitching my neck. Jeez!!! It felt like divine relieve. I felt like I was in a massage parlor and that the feeling I was experiencing was going to extend to my back and you know… **Clears throat** I was still having those thoughts and enjoying the feeling when suddenly… She: Shiiit, the rice is burning… Me: **Quietly** Fvck!!! She swung her a$s to the kitchen and after a while came back with the meal. We were eating when I thanked her for the meal and told her I wouldn’t have had the strength to prepare anything to eat that night and she told me it was nothing. Me: Wait o, did you study physio-therapy? She: **Laughs** Why do you ask? Me: The massage you gave my shoulders was awesome. I felt relieved almost instantly, thank you… She: **Smiles** I used to work as masseuse… Me: ? Really?? She: Yeah… Me: No wonder, you did that so well… She: Thanks… Me: **Licking my lower lips** Ehmm, I kinda have some pain in my lower back o… Is there anything you can do to relieve it? She: Why not? That’s my job. Or it used to be my job… Don’t worry, let’s finish eating… Me: ** ? ? ** The thought of a hot lady like Rejoice giving me a private massage (in my room) sent electric brain wave signals to my mamba and it was beginning to activate itself. ** ? Wait o, I said no straffing this night na!! ** I quickly ate up and told her I had to complete that article before the massage and she said it was fine by her… I left her still eating. **Some girls dey chop sha, and e no dey show for their body** I continued typing the article as ideas came rushing in. I guess I was positively motivated. She continued her movie when she finished eating and I was still banging away the keyboard. After about an hour, I completed the article, and I placed both hands over my face as I feigned stress. I noticed her coming behind me repeating the shoulder massage she did earlier. The awesome feeling came back. She asked if I wanted the back massage now and I just nodded my head. She took my hands and I stood up. She took off the b- ball top I was putting on and asked me to take off my knickers. **Huh?** I took it off and was left with just my boxer shorts. She asked me to lay on the bed and I dutifully complied. She asked if I had any body oil and I pointed to my cosmetics rack. She got the oil and she began rubbing it into my shoulders and working her way down my back. She worked it in deep at my lower back and I moaned slightly. It felt so good. I really had some pain in my lower back. Perhaps it was due to the weights I had been lifting. Her hand began to edge just beneath my shorts and onto my a$s when she suddenly said, ‘shhhiiiit’. I asked her what was wrong and she said she didn’t want to get oil on her clothing. She asked if I could help take off her top as she had oil all over her hands. Understanding the situation, I agreed and rose to help remove her top. I suddenly realized I would get to see her in her bra. **? What’s this babe up to?** I slowly took off her top, not wanting to stain it with her hands. Her boobs were semi-covered, but large enough to be pushing up out of her bra. I was trying not to stare but her boobs looked so pristine. She didn’t seem to notice, but asked if I really wouldn’t mind helping with her shorts as well. She was putting on a brown 3/4 shorts. I told her it wasn’t a problem. **? Lie of the century!!** Of course it was a problem!!! I had already tried suppressing the urges of my mamba after ‘sight- feasting’ her bra covered boobs and now this? Plus I didn’t plan on straffing that night? This was indeed a major issue… WATCH OUT FOR PART 15 –

EPISODE 13 That weekend was wonderful. I woke up the next monday morning refreshed and energized. I went to work and had a class that day. It Zainab’s class. During lectures, I noticed she was not concentrating. She was busy gisting with her friends, something she never did before. **Can you imagine?**. This is what happen most times when you have a student – ‘lecturer’ relationship. In the past, I had never had anything to do with female students I taught. **I no even come know wetin dey wori me now…** After the class I told her I wanted to see her… Me: What wrong with you? Zee: What do you mean? Me: I’ve been calling your phone and sending you messages, but you’ve not been responding… Zee: Ohhh… So sowie, I’ve been busy… Me: **Huh ?** Really you’ve been busy? Zee: Who were those girls you were with that day? Me: Ohhh, so that’s what this is all about, right? Zee: You’ve not answered me… Me: ** ? Forming anger ? ** So if you see me with girls, that means I have something to do with them? Zee: You know what, I have a class now, I’ll talk to you later… Me: ? Seriously? She walked off leaving me alone in the lab. That evening, I was still in the school premises walking to join the school shuttle when a car that had passed by me reversed, stopped and honked. It was my Schedule Officer. Malama Aisha (MA): Dioxidane, how are you? Me: Lafia lau walahi… Yaya aiki? MA: **Laughs** Lafia kalau… Yaya jindadin? Me: ? **Smiles** Ha, me I don’t know that one o… MA: **Laughs** It means how’s enjoyment… Me: Ohh… Walahi ba jindadin… MA: **Laughs** Where are you headed? Me: I was going to join the shuttle to take me to town… MA: Come in, I’ll drop you. I just wanted to drop something at the bursary… Me: Oh, thank you ma… And I hopped in… On our way back to town, we were talking about various things when she asked me how I was enjoying my service year. I told her it was boring… MA: Haba mana, why would it be boring? Me: It’s the town na. There are no cinemas, no clubs, few bars… MA: **Laughs** And your girl friends? Me: She’s not in town… MA: So you don’t have any girlfriend in Katsina? Me: Uhhmm, not really… MA: Why not really? Me: We are just friends… MA: Ohh, I see… Me: So how about Alhaji? MA: Oh, he is very fine… Me: Hmm, that’s good. So we would still meet tomorrow? MA: Yeah… Let me have your number so that I would call you to tell you when you would come… Me: Ok ma… Before she got to my place, I dialed her number from my phone and it rang on her phone..

EPISODE 12 Four months passed. It seemed like only yesterday. Chisom finally passed out and left Katsina, but not without giving me issues. She made it obvious she needed someone to get married to, and since I was obviously not ready, I had to ‘discharge’. **Me, marry now? For wetin na?** Zainab and I always kept our appointed thursday rendezvous at my place. Her mum had not suspected anything yet, but her brother’s been suspecting us, but since he likes me, all is well – for now. ** ?Badt guy ?** The deal between Anthonia and I was still on. We understood each other very well. I even got to meet her boyfriend (or fiancé, I no even come know which one again ?). I almost got busted in the process, but smartness prevailed. **Friends with benefit rocks!! ?** My CDS had to elect new set of excos’. I was elected the President by popular demand after having served as the PRO. It wasn’t actually an election because no one wanted to contest against me. I didn’t know why. No, I did. No one wanted to lose. The swearing-in ceremony took place with all the fanfare and frivolities. It was there I realized that the Schedule officer of my CDS was a queen in the making. Jeez, this woman was too beautiful. Her lips looked soft and luscious. While she was reading out the oath (or whatever they call it) for us to recite, I just couldn’t stop staring at lips. Her skin was something else. She tried covering with her veil, but the parts exposed looked so exotic. For the record, I never fantasize about women much older than me (except my aunt’s friend when I was in primary school and my lesson tutor when I was in JSS2 and my Biology teacher when I was in SS3 and a lady at my mum’s place of work and…). Ok, I did fantasize about older women, but that was when I was much younger. I had totally changed my orientation (or so I thought). Schedule Officer: Hello? **Snaps her fingers close to my face** Me: ** ? ** Huh?? Oh, I’m sorry ma… Schedule Officer: Are you ok? Me: Uhmm, yes ma… Schedule Officer: Are you sure? Me: Yes ma… Schedule Officer: Can we continue now? Me: Yes ma… Jeez!! I felt so embarrassed. I was so carried away and lost track of the fact that I was actually supposed to be taking the Oath of office before other corp members and invited guests. This was really embarrassing. Anyway as a sharp guy, I quickly got back myself and flowed with the occasion. I noticed that there were some ‘chicks’ among the new corp members posted to my CD group. Nice! I was later called upon to give a speech and I put on my A-game when delivering it and it was awesome (so my fans said). After the program, my Schedule Officer (Malama Aisha) was walking to her car when I sighted her. Me: Ma, thank you for coming, we really appreciate… She: Oh, Dioxidane it’s nothing… That reminds me, what happened to you earlier? Me: Ma it’s nothing really… She: Are you sure? Me: Yes ma… She: Ok if you say so… We really need to meet sometime next week, there are some things about the CD group you need to be acquainted with… Me: Ok ma. When would you be chanced ma? She: Let’s make it next tuesday afternoon… Me: Ok, no problem ma… She: Here’s my card… Call me… Me: Ok ma… Thanks ma… I was walking back to the hall when I met two ladies coming out of the hall… Lady 1: Presido… Me: **U go fear hyping na** Heyyyy, hope you girls enjoyed the party… Lady 1: It was cool… Lady 2: You guys tried… It was really well organized… Me: Hmm, I’m really glad you enjoyed it… I’m Dioxidane… **Both laughs** Lady 2: Of course we know… We are in your CD group… Me: Oh, that’s nice… That means we get to see your lovely faces every week… **Both laugh** Me: So you are? **Facing Lady 1** Lady 1: Oh, I’m Sandra… Lady 2: I’m Rejoice… Me: Wow, lovely names… Hope you would make us rejoice. Are you girls leaving already? Sandra: Yeah, it’s getting late already and we are kinda new in town… Me: **Laugh** Don’t worry, the town is very safe… Rejoice: Yeah, we would still love to leave now… Me: No probs, lemme go and join the others… You girls should take care of yourselves… As I turned to leave, Rejoice asked for my number and I gave it to her. I was so tired when I got home that day. I wonder how I had my bath and slept. I woke up around 4am. I checked my phone and saw 14missed calls. Jeez! Was I that tired that I couldn’t hear my phone ring?? I checked and saw that 3 of the calls were from my mum, 3 an international number (Nkem obviously), 3 from Zainab, 2 from Lizzy (my friend in Lagos) and 3 from an unknown number.

am going to update the part12 for dis nyt then continue tomorrow thanks for following

EPISODE 11 I woke up the next day feeling more confused than ever. I called my boss and told him I wasn’t feeling too well, so I couldn’t be at work. It was friday anyways and that day in the north was usually a day of worship so there was usually little or no work to do. I checked my phone and saw 12 missed calls. From who? Yeah, you guessed right. I wonder why she was calling me now. What if something happened to me last night? What would people have said? ‘Ehn, na babe he find go’, that’s if they eventually found out where I went. Why didn’t I just stay at home? **Anyway sha, thank God for my life.** She called once more and I refused to pick the call. After some minutes, I got a text message on my phone. It was from Tonia. “Hi darling, I’m so sorry about what happened. I took some drugs last night that was why I slept off. I saw your missed calls late in the night and I tried calling you back. Please, I didn’t do it on purpose. Please pick my call.” In my mind, ‘your fada!! Can you imagine?’ She called again and I switched off my phone. I tried analyzing the relationships in my life. My girlfriend in Lagos? Traveled out of the country. ** ? ** Zee? She dey vex for me ** ? ** Chisom? Naa, I’ll pass… (Wait o, she never call me since o). Tonia? SMH… I would have died because of Tonia yesterday, thanks… I tried calling Zee again but she still refused to talk to me. I sent her series of messages apologizing for what happened and professing love for her. **For where? She still no gree** I decided to take a break from girls for a while, perhaps that would help me. Later in the evening I went to Zainab’s place for lessons with her brother. Salim: Good evening sir… Me: Salim, how are you? Salim: Fine sir… Me: How’s your sister? Salim: It’s like she’s not feeling too fine… Me: Where is she? Salim: She’s inside… Me: Please tell her I want to see her… Salim: Ok… He went in and came back… Salim: Sir, she said she’s sleeping… Me: She said she’s sleeping or she’s really sleeping? Salim: That’s what she said… Me: Ok… Let’s continue… Throughout the duration of the lesson, I just couldn’t concentrate. I just gave Salim numerous questions to solve while I was composing messages to Zee. She didn’t bother replying. I told her I wanted to see her. No response. **I quit!!! ? ** I decided if she didn’t want to see me anymore, so be it. Before going back home, I went to visit some friends (male friends o). We later went to the bar. As I got home, I was bored and lonely. I called some female friends and we gisted, but I was still bored. I was still pondering what to do when a thought ran through my head, ‘Anthonia’. ** ? Huh!!! If I hear?** I woke up the next day feeling strong and refreshed. Another weekend was here again. I had to do my laundry and clean up my apartment. I got a call from Zainab’s mum telling me not to come for lessons that day ‘cos they were going out. ** ? Yeah!! ?** I still had not heard from Zainab. I talked to Anthonia and she apologized profusely. I forgave her and told her I was going to visit her later in the day. I was through with cleaning my apartment and was doing my laundry in the bathroom when I heard someone knocking on the gate. ** ? Who could that be? ? ** I began contemplating who could be at the gate. ‘Did my neighbor go out and forget his key?’ ‘Did my neighbor have a visitor’. I wasn’t expecting anybody so I didn’t even bother going to the gate. The knocking still persisted. I heard my neighbor go to the gate to open it. ‘It was my neighbor’s visitor afterall’, I thought. I still sat in the bathroom washing and listening to music. Some moments later, I began perceiving a very familiar sweet smelling fragrance. ** ? ** ‘Could it be true? Could my mind be playing tricks on me?’ I turned my head and saw Zainab standing in my bedroom looking at me… ** ? Chisos ? ** I was dumbstruck! I stood and realized that I was just putting on only my boxer shorts. I stood there contemplating what to do. ‘Do I go for a hug? What if she rejects it? Do I start begging?’ I was still contemplating on what to do when I realized she was staring at my chest. Yeah I gymed every morning, so I was kinda muscle toned. ** ? Is she just noticing it now?** Anyway, my mind settled for the first option. A hug it is! I went and gave her a hug, expecting rejection. She embraced me. **? Wow, that’s cool ?** I was still holding her when I started whispering sweet words in her ears. Me: Baby, I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean things to happen the way they did bla bla bla. I was still ranting when she broke away from the hug. Zee: Dear, all those things she said that day; were they true? Me: **? Huh? Before nko** Of course not honey, she was just out to make trouble. She wanted me to date her and I told her it was only you I loved that was why when she saw you she said she was going to make you hate me. Zee: **Eyes widened** Really? And you didn’t tell me… Me: **Forming angry** I didn’t tell you! Did you give me the opportunity to explain? I pleaded, you didn’t want to listen, you didn’t even give me the chance to explain… Zee: Oh baby, I’m so sorry… I was so angry, I thought you were cheating on me… Me: Baby, why wouldd you think I would do that? You know you are the love of my life, the only one I cherish bla bla bla **yinmu** Zee: Oh baby, I love you so much… Me: Same here dear, same here… I was still talking when she put her hands around my neck, brought my neck down towards herself and gave me a deep kiss. **Damn I’ve missed that!** I slipped my hands around her waist raising her up. Her legs were now around my waist while she put her arms around my neck as she continued to kiss me and wrap her tightly in my arms and pull me against herself. Hungrily, she pressed herself against me, opened her mouth for the invasion of my tongue and cried her desire deep in me. I looked down at her. Damn! Her hair, her skin, her eyes all glowed like the sky. We tumbled onto the bed, facing each other as we indulged in long, soul shattering kisses. My hands raced over her, following a seductive course from the back of her neck, down her spine and over her hips, then back again, leaving her tingling in every place I touched. My hands found her ni*pples and I fondled it intermittently. She kissed me back with a need that reflected the very deepest, emptiest part of her being. ‘I need you baby’, she sighed, ‘you make me feel so wanted, so needed and so perfect’. I slowly made my way down her body, kissing and playing with all of her until I reached her pu*ssy. I took off her blue flowery g-strings and drew my tongue along her labial lips and inserted it into her pink, shell-like cunny. I kissed and sucked on her pu*ssy until she screamed, ‘baby please fuuuccck meeee!’. I slowly inserted my ‘condomized mamba’ in her. She was so wet and warm and ready for me. She wrapped my legs around my hips and pulled herself up to meet my thrusts, keeping the rhythm slow and steady. This went on for severally minutes and I noticed she was bucking and jerking and arching her back. ‘Babyyyyy, I’m cuummminnngg’, she cried out. This triggered mamba and after several thrusts I came and we both lay on the bed spent. We later got up, went to the bathroom to clean ourselves up and came back laying on the bed. Some minutes later, she began arching and trembling under the touch of my fingers and she whispered, “I love you!” so softly, that I thought she didn’t mean me to hear. It was if I eavesdropped as she told her secret to God. She then went down and took mamba into her mouth and began to kiss and suck the head. I lay back and damn! It felt so good. As she sucked she used her hands at the base of mamba, slowly working up to a wonderful level. She gradually tried to engulfed mamba right down into her throat. I had never had that before quite so fiercely. She made me feel that she would swallow my whole body. I enjoyed it so much that I wanted to be in her… The more we straffed, the more we wanted. We would turn in each others arms and start all over again. It seemed that we couldn’t get enough of each other. She whispered into my ears, ‘I missed you baby’. ‘I missed you too’. ‘Baby please don’t break my heart’. ‘I’ll never try it’…

thanks for following EPISODE 10 eez, this situation was really getting out of hand. I wanted to go back inside to send Chisom out or beg her. I was confused at that moment. I decided to complete fixing the generator. As I was still working on it, my neighbor was about going out. Johnson: Oga Dioxidane, I’m going out and I wouldn’t come back today o… Me: **Who send you make you come back before, mtcheww** Ok bros, no problem… Take care… He was driving out when Chisom came out of the house. Chisom: Dioxidane, please I’m sorry… I don’t know what came over me… Me: **Silence** Chisom: It’s because of the love I have for you that’s why I reacted like that… Please I didn’t mean it… Me: **Silence** Chisom: Bla bla bla bla bla… Me: **I wasn’t hearing what she was saying anymore** Chisom: Bla bla bla bla bla… Me: **Silence** Chisom: Dioxidane please say something na… Me: **Silence** Chisom: Bla bla bla bla bla… Me: **Silence** I was just ‘forming concentration’ on the generator I was fixing. I had already finished fixing the generator but I delayed coupling. I totally blanked her. I was so angry. I didn’t want her to see the other side of me, so silence was my only alternative. Chisom: Dioxidane, I’ll leave o… Me: **Silence** She went in and came out with her bag. Chisom: Dioxidane, I’m leaving! Me: **Silence** And so she left. I went and banged the gate to make sure it was locked. I was angry. I was confused. What do I do? Zainab must have gotten home. Do I call her? Or do I wait till her anger cooled off. I’m definitely not calling Chisom anytime soon. I quickly coupled the generator and tested it. It worked well. I went inside and lay down on the bed. So many thoughts ran through my head, confusing me. I decided to go to the bar. Damn! I didn’t have enough money on me! I decided to walk to the ATM point, from there to the bar, perhaps it would help me clear my head. I got to the bar and took 3 bottles of beer while watching a match I had missed the last weekend. Before I knew what was happening, it was 9pm. Time to go home. When I got home, I was so lonely and bored. I needed company. I couldn’t call Chisom. I tried calling Zainab, she didn’t pick. I called her about 15times, she still refused to pick. **Kai, I don enter am today**. I called some other female friends and we gisted, but I was still bored. I was still pondering what to do when a thought ran through my head, ‘Anthonia’. Yes, Anthonia! She was always the one calling when she needed me. Now I needed someone, I had to call her. Meanwhile, this was already past 10pm. Anthonia: Hello… Me: Hi dear, how are you? Anthonia: I’m fine and you? Me: I’m not feeling too well… Anthonia: Really? Me: Yeah… Where are you? Anthonia: I’m at home… Me: Can I come over? Anthonia: Tonight? Would you get bike? Me: Don’t worry I’ll try to get bike… Anthonia: Ok, no probs… I’ll be waiting… Me: Thanks dear… I’m on my way now… Yes! ** ? i no fit lose everything today na I immediately got up, picked up my phones and keys and went to get a bike. The time was already some minutes to 11pm. The few bikes passing by already had passengers on them. I had to wait for several minutes before I saw one. After finally agreeing on the price which was three times more than the usual, we set off. Normally while going to Anthonia’s place, I don’t knock on her gate. I just call her when I arrive and she opens the gate. That was the usual. Since it was already late that night, before I even got to her gate, I’ve already begun calling her. She didn’t pick. I thought to myself that maybe she was already at the gate that’s why she didn’t pick. I got to the gate and realized it was still locked. ** ? Ah an! Wetin dey happen?** I called her again and she didn’t pick. I called more than 30 times, she still didn’t pick. ** ? Chisos ?** At that point I was beginning to get scared. So many thoughts were running through my head ‘Is she asleep already or what?’ ‘Is she doing this on purpose?’ ‘What would I do if she opens the gate?’ ‘Wait o, what if she doesn’t open it, what do I do?’ **I don enter am today** I tried knocking the gate. No response. I still tried calling again and that silly girl that works with MTN told me her number was not reachable and that I should try again later. **What Nonsense!!! A number that has been ringing since?** I tried the number again. The same thing. **Please tell me this isn’t happening?** I began making contingency plans. Meanwhile, I saw some Almajiri boys lurking around the neighborhood. **Chai, e don be for me today!!!** I had never stayed out late in the night. I recalled the advice I had been given about staying out late in the night. ‘Who send me sef?’ ‘Na woman don put me for wahala so o!’ ‘I don die today!’ ‘Nobody even knows where I am?’ ‘If anything happens to me, no one would even know where to look?’ ‘Chai, who send me?’ ‘My Father, My God, if you know you really love me, me save me this night!’ I decided to brace myself and face whatever came at me that night. I decided that before I get killed (if I get killed), I must take more than two persons with me when going to meet baba! The time was already some minutes to 12am. Her neighborhood was in the interior so I didn’t expect to see any bike, but I was wishing or hoping that if I could get to the main road (unharmed), perhaps I could get a bike to take me home. You know that move Jim Carey did in Bruce Almighty when he inflated his chest before he went to meet those bad guys after which he made a monkey come out of one of the guys a$s? Yeah, I did that move. I’m tall and well built but I knew that was not enough if I really didn’t want anything to happen to me. I had to act the part. So pushed out my chest and started walking like The Rock. While walking to the bus stop, I saw some of them lurking in the dark, while some were walking ahead of me and they were giving themselves whistling signals. I already set my key on ‘stabbing mode’. The first person that got to me would have gotten a stab on the eye with my key! I don’t know if it was the way I walked or divine intervention, but till I got to the bus stop none of them approached me. **Phweww! Phase 1 complete!** **Moving on to phase 2** Now how do I get home? The time was already past 12am. There were very few bikes on the road. That was my first experience of the late night life in Katsina. There were street lights everywhere so visibility was ok. I began walking home. I had to recall all the marching lessons I received while in camp. I saw some late night traders and some Almajiris still walking around **those boys no dey sleep?**. After ‘quick marching’ for more than an hour, I got home. **Chai, thank God o ? **. I went straight to the bathroom, had a cold bath and went straight to the bed, na*ked. I was still pondering over what had happened and contemplating on what to do when I slept off..

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chrisbaby24:
Badt guy...nothin do u jare...

I hail bro

EPISODE 9 So I now had 3 girlfriends in Katsina. How the hell did I get to this point . I thought I was a good guy (or I wanted to be). I thought I wouldn’t have to cheat on my girlfriend back at home. I remembered her jokingly telling her sister that she would visit me no matter where I was posted to in the country. Distance could be a b*itch at times. Meanwhile, I was in regular communication with her. We talked at least once a day. But now there were new developments. She told me her visa had been approved and she was due to travel for her masters in the UK. **Nawa o, this babe wan leave me for Naija sha**. She said she wanted to see me before she left, to get some feel of good mamba I guess. But there was an issue. Distance. My spirit didn’t feel like travelling . She was willing to travel, but she was in a dilemma too. She said she couldn’t pay for a flight from Lagos to Kano and then have to endure a crappy 2hrs bus ride from Kano to Katsina. There was usually no direct flight from Lagos to Katsina then (dunno about now though). If there had been a direct flight from Lagos to Katsina, then traveling to see me wouldn’t have been an issue. Apart from my unwillingness to travel, I was in another fix too. I didn’t really want her to come to KT. I would have preferred traveling to see her ‘cos that would have minimized my risk of exposure. Trust me, that babe was an ‘FBI agent’ in her own right and I would have been busted for my nefarious activities. She was the only girl that caught me whenever I cheated on her **Abi na jazz she dey use **. She just had to look into my eyes and study my surrounding and everything I’ve done for the past few days would come reeling to her like a movie. And I had a soft spot for her, so no matter how hard I thought I was, I always melted whenever I was with her. So I would have preferred traveling to see her than the other way around. We debated this for about a month before she finally traveled. We didn’t get to see. I wasn’t really too happy about it but I didn’t really have much choices. Meanwhile I had to micro-manage 3 girls so that our clandestine meetings wouldn’t clash with each other. You understand why that shouldn’t happen, right? Thursdays was always for Zainab, no questions asked. Anthonia had an apartment like mine where covert operations could be carried out, so I usually went to her place when she needed to be serviced. Hey, she had a boyfriend, so we understood each other. She called when she needed the mamba and I was always at her service. What did I get in return ? Trust me, you don’t want to know. My problem was Chisom. I guess she was just taking it too far for my liking. Statements like ‘so what are your plans for me’, ‘when are you planning on seeing my people’, ‘I wish we could work things out’, ‘so you don’t want to talk to my mum’, was what usually dominated our conversations. Seriously babe, I’m still serving and I still have to get on my feet before I even start thinking of marriage. She didn’t seem to understand this. All she was concerned about was marriage! And that bothered me a lot. My only consolation was that she had just two months to her POP, and maybe, just maybe I would be free from her. I wished all girls could just have the mentality of Mila Kunis in Friends With Benefit. Jeez, I loved that babe. Anyway, that was not to be in Chisom’s case and I had to manage her situation. I tried as much as possible to create an enabling environment where either of the girls didn’t have to or couldn’t meet each other. Trust me, I was up to the task (or so I thought). Zainab had visited that thursday (as usual) and we gisted and straffed (as usual). I later remembered that my generator (I better pass my neighbor) was faulty and needed to be serviced. I told her to keep me company outside while I serviced it (yes I’m an engineer too). So she was there gisting with me when we heard the horn of a car. It was my banker neighbor. I saw him opening the gate and driving in. While still wondering what the hell he was doing back at home at this time of the day, I saw Chisom walk through the gate… ** Chisos!!! WTF!!!** I was shocked but I tried not to show it. So many questions were running through my head unanswered. ‘What the f*uck was this babe doing here?’ ‘Why didn’t she call to tell me she was coming?’ ‘What the hell was Johnson (the banker) doing back home at this time of the day anyway?’ ‘How the hell am I supposed to explain this to Zainab?’ ‘How the f*ck am I supposed to get Chisom out of this house right now?’ The questions kept popping in my head with no available answer. The die was already cast. The only solution that popped in my head was damage control. **Damage Control Mode Activated** Previously, Chisom had suspected me of cheating. She confronted me and I vehemently denied it. Now she was confirming her suspicions (or so she thought). Zainab had never suspected (or confronted) me, and she was still going to be very much around after Chisom had passed out from her service to the country. So I had to protect her interests in preference to that of Chisom. From my experience with damage control, never lose both ways. And I was determined to do just that. Chisom came in and greeted us. I didn’t respond warmly as I used to. She noticed and just went inside. Meanwhile I was still fixing the generator. Zainab asked who she was and I told her she was a friend. ‘Just a friend?’, she asked. ‘What else would she be before ‘, I replied with a look on my face. I asked her to wait for me that I was coming. When I got inside, I realized that even a new born baby would know what had previously occurred in the room. The room was not arranged and the bed was in a ‘post straffing state’. Hey, I didn’t expect anybody, so why should I have made it after Zainab and I straffed. Besides we were still going to continue. I realized she knew this so I had to prepare a counter-defence that would repel her attacks. I met her inside pressing her phone. She was holding my phone on her other hand. I wasn’t concerned ‘cos I knew it was locked and no one except me knew the password. Me: Why the hell didn’t you call me before coming Without uttering a word and without looking at me, she stretched my phone towards me. I collected it. Oh, shiiit!! 12 missed calls. Me: Oh… I was outside fixing the generator outside that’s why I didn’t hear the phone ring… I looked at her and realized tears were already gathering in her eyes. Chisom: **In a shaky voice** Dioxidane, who is that b*itch? Me: Hey, hey, calm down! Why would you be calling someone a b*itch. Besides she’s my friend… Chisom: **Raising her voice now** I can call her whatever I want to call her! She’s a b*itch! Me: **In a cool tone** See, I told she’s my friend. I don’t appreciate you calling her a b*itch… Chisom: **Raising her voice higher** So that’s how you go about f*ucking all your friends abi… Your secret have been revealed today… After all I’ve done for you bla bla bla!! After giving myself to you bla bla bla!! This is how you are going to repay me abi! **Ah an… See me o After she’s done what for me See me see wahala o ** Me: Would you shut the f*uck up! You are disturbing the neighborhood… Why are you acting so paranoid! She went on ranting and ranting. I withheld myself ‘cos if I hadn’t, I would have given her the beating of her life. I’ve seen men do it to their wives and the consequences were dire (on the women) and I vowed I was never going to do that to any woman. That was what held me that day. The damage control was becoming futile. I determined right then that she was out of my life. It was now time to do damage control on Zainab. As I was thinking of going outside to meet Zainab, she walked in with tears in her eyes, took her bag and left. I tried going after her to the gate and begging her, but she gave me a look that said : go back before I bust your face. Besides, I still couldn’t be seen with her on the street, much less running after her and begging her so I postponed her begging till some other time…

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