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Chapter 11

Before i reached Enugu something struck me. We passed a very beautiful lady. She was wearing a beautiful white dress and gold sandals, she looked like an angel. Her dark skin had a glow to it. Normally i go for the light-skinned type but this time i had to make an exception, she was indeed beautiful. I asked the okada man to drive back to her. I had to meet her. We made a U-turn and he stopped the bike just across the street. I crossed over to her. Gave her a warm smile and greeted. He gave back what i believed to be a grimace and dhe quickly looked away. I obviously didn't expect her to be that easy. I had to put in more effort.

" i wanted to know if you knew where the nearest restroom is"
She gave me a straight face and replied, " you are too fancy for using bush but you aren't too fancy using okada abeg shift joor"

This got me a little upset but it didn't make me lose interest in this damsel. I had to get her. Beautiful women like her are hard to find, even though she had a dustbin for a mouth, i believed she was worth the try. I told her that i was looking for a way to strike up a conversation with her. I said that her beauty had mesmerized me, i had to come back and talk to her. She reacted as if this wasn't the first a man has approached her this way. She rolled her eyes and looked away once more and said

" bros its either you buy my garri or my water or you go back to your okada and continue with your journey"
She made a mean face then looked away again. I realized there was on old lady about 15metres away from where we stood who was sitting on a stone and had a couple of fruits, garri and water placed on a stand made by card boxes and bricks. She starred at me then i smiled and waved at her, she gave me a straight face then she looked away, she said something to herself, i was too far to hear it.

i looked at the girl and said, " you grandmother is quite charming"
She looked at me as if she was going to strangle me and said, " that is my moda fool!"
I felt i had messed up this time around. But the woman looked too old to be her mother. But i guess poverty can always make one look older than they really are.

There was a girl i tried tossing a few months back. Her name is Oge she is beautiful, that day she was on her way to a church meeting, she walked past my shop, which is how i noticed her and decided to pursue her. She held her bible and she wore a top that i felt was slightly in appropriate for church. It exposed her bosom a little. I in all honesty believe that women should not wear clothes that show skin or show off their figure when they go to church. It will only distract men from their focus on God to focus on unholy things. Unlike this damsel before me, Oge was very nice and welcoming. She asked about me and what i did.
Then it lead to the very question every born again over religious christian asks. So are you born again? I was hesitant since i wasn't much of a church goer. I only prayed when i left it was convenient for me to pray. I lied that i was born again and she asked me how i got born again. I told her i confessed my sins to christ and i stopped doing bad things. She told me that wasn't all, she started preaching to me and quoted a couple of bible verses, i wasn't really interested in what she was saying. I was more focused on what was under her shirt. When she finished preaching she made me raise my hands in the middle of the road to make some sort of confession. I did. Anyway she looked 23 but she was 17. Lack of good meals had a way of playing with her appearance but she was beautiful regardless.

I wasn't really interested in being born again, if i was born once and I'm not yet dead why should i be born again. For her sake i obeyed her instructions. She asked me to join her in her prayer meeting but i told her i had to go back to my shop to attend to my customers. She took my number and promised to check on me and call me on Sunday to go to church. God forgive me, but if going to church later on led to getting inside her panties i was ready to do it.

I did all she asked me to do, we went to church, prayed. After a month i was genuinely falling for her, i wanted to have ,more than her waist, i wanted her to be my woman, alone, forever .Unfortunately it never happened because she fell pregnant for a rich man in her area. I guess i wasn't rich enough to get into her panties after all. But this married man clearly was. We had been dating for 2months and she a 6 weeks pregnant for him when i found out. I wondered whatever happened to the sweet angelic woman i met, i guess she knew what she was doing when she wore that revealing top the day i met her. I guess i was dealing with the devil in sheep clothing. I had joined prayer groups and for the first time in my life i fasted. I vowed never to trust the holier than thou sisters from church. Just poke and drop her. That was my new motto. I wont be fooled twice.

I apologised to her and said, " im sure she was just as beautiful as you are now when she was younger" she smiled and laughed a little. We spoke for a few more minutes. By this time the okada man was complaining. I gave him an N500 and asked him to give me 5 more minutes and he agreed. Amaka, thats her name, asked me walk her back to her house to get more food items to sell, i agreed to this. We walked into the bush, she said this was a short cut. I told her that i had a garri business and i could partner with her and she could make 20times more than she was making on the street. Moving to a city to do better business excited her. She agreed and promised to tell her mother about the proposal.
As we were walking its like my ancestors heard my prayer, her dress got hooked my a tree branch, the branch pulled her back, she lost her balance and fell. The dress remained on the branched. Behold, before me laid a beautiful damsel wit soft bare breasts. I didn't know whether to get the torn piece if clothing off the branch to cover up or to just keep staring at her naked body until she got it the remaining cloth to cover herself up