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 Literature / Re: No Boulevard In Sango (16+) by Mathicks(m): 11:51am On Nov 13, 2014 |
I also got down and looked around. The place was very busy. Conductors were screaming at the top of their voice and cab drivers were frantically in search of passangers. They approached every and any person coming, asking ''Where are you going?'' ''where you dey go?'' ''e wa wole nibi''. Most of them communicated in yoruba. I was starving and stylishly looked around for any place to eat. I decided to eat later and started walking away from the bus. I suddenly remembered that i'd not taken my bag and started for the driver. I sighted him just as the 'change-lady' was leaving him, with her change. He saw me and understood at once. I headed for the main road and crossed to the other side. I had some transactions to carry out at the bank and I was glad that a branch was close by. The distance was short, but it was a long walk with my bag. I got to the bank and opted to make transfers first. I had two transfers to make -- one to my brother and the other to Janet. I was surprised at the queue at the electronic doors and waited behind one of the queues. A short and stout security man helped people get in and was sometimes shouting ''Two at a time, two at a time''. Although, most people entered individually. A female in security uniform suddenly came to stand by my side. I thought she was one of the security guards at the entrance, but from her body language, it seemed like she wanted to get inside too. I affirmed my thoughts when she helped one woman who was having problems entering. She asked the woman to stand out first then she later asked her to enter again. I just stood there looking. The lady was cute. She should be about 24 years of age, or so. She had nice busts from what I could see, and although her backside was not all that big, it was inviting. She was the first cute female security guard I had seen all my life. Then, another guy came too and stood beside her. He started talking to her and they both started laughing. From the way they behaved, it seemed they'd known each other for a while. Well, its none of my business. Just as it was my turn to enter, the security lady got in front of me and entered. The guy she was talking to was no where in sight. He suddenly re-appeared before the door closed and to my surprise joined the lady inside. The door closed. I was wondering what they must be doing inside there for the short while they'd be there, but its none of my business. I finally went in and did the transfers. The sun slapped away the coolness of the air conditioners on my skin immediately I got out. I went to meet the security guard I had dropped my bag with and collected it from him. Now what remained was for me to use the ATM. _ I walked towards the ATM machines and stood behind one of the short queues. I felt a light tap on my shoulder and turned back abrubtly. It was the 'change-lady'. Within that short time frame, I re-assessed her. She was not a drop-dead beauty but she was cute in her own way. She had pointed nose. I still noticed her arms. I smiled and said _ ''hey, howdy? We meet here again'' _ she just smiled and nodded her head. We exchanged little talks and then we both faced the line in front of us. I looked back again at her (there was nobody behind her yet) and she smiled again. As i faced my front the second time, she hit me on my shoulder again. _ ''Why do you keep looking back?'', she asked. _ ''errrm, i'm just admiring your beautiful face ooo...nothing much'' _ ''you're whyning me abi?'', she asked playfully. _ ''No oh. I dont whyne on Wednessdays''. _ ''But today is tuesday now,'' she said. _ Hehehehe, I knew it was tueesday though. I just shrugged and smiled back at her. After we withdrew, I collected her number. I wonder what she thought about what happened in the bus. |
| Literature / Re: No Boulevard In Sango (16+) by Mathicks(m): 11:45am On Nov 13, 2014 |
''Driver, my change oo'', the girl screamed again. _ ''I dey come oo'', the driver shouted back, bending to the side and trying to dip his hand into his pocket. I took out my phone for the first time during the journey. I already had five messages, three from 35022 and two from MTN N. I deleted all five without even viewing them. I also had some messages on my BBM and on whatsapp. Only the one from Sikemi caught my attention. It was the first time she'd ever initiated a conversation. I always sent the 'hi', and she replied 'hey, sup?'. Sometimes, she was generous enough to ask ''how are you?''. This time I was surprised that she sent me a message first. I quickly replied and found out that she was online. While I awaited her reply, I pondered about the predicament I was in. Where I sat was tight, and my legs were barely able to fit. My knees were poking the soft backside of the lady in front of me. It seriously felt awkward whenever I had to adjust because it always seemed like I was using style to feel her bum. I couldn't help it. I couldn't take my mind off it. What made it worse was her own movement. She couldn't just sit still. If she was as conscious about this like I was then she could have been thinking either of two things. She could have thought that I purposely put my knees there to romance her asset or possibly she was sensible enough to know that the seats were tight. I was feeling really embarassed at a point, especially when my side-eye caught the person by my side looking down. I still managed to stay calm. My thoughts burst in the clouds again when she started moving again. This time, my senses suggested that she was doing it on purpose. How on earth will someone be so restless on her seat? The way she was moving was obviously to hit her behind on my knees. I shook my head at the ridiculous thoughts and decided to go back to my phone and continue reading FC Barcelona news. She continued moving at intervals, and I finally concluded that she was doing it on purpose. I looked in all directions to ensure that no one was paying specific attention to me. We were soon going to highlight the bus, so this was the only chance I had to get something out of this experience. I shifted forward a little and completely rested my knees on her butt. She didn't move nor react. This was a good sign, but what if I was completely wrong and she was just innocently adjusting her seating style all along? I knocked off the thought and used my knees to feel the softness very well. The fabric of her skirt was light enough and I felt a little heat on my knee caps. Suddenly, she moved again, shifting back even more into my knees. Game on. Throughout this exploration, I did not take my eyes off my phone. One, I feared she might look back, and I wouldn't want her to catch my eyes just like that. It would be too embarassing, and if she wasn't doing all the gyrating on purpose, then my eyes would easily tell her that the physics of the knee-to-behind was intentional on my part. I just kept looking into my phone and occasionally peeking at her to sight any sudden movement. ''Atleast, this journey isnt as bad as it looks'', I thought. The driver passed a round about and made a turn into their main garage. Everybody started getting down one by one. When the lady in front of me stood (well, its a bus) to get down, i could see two points of her skirt that were pressed into her behind before they covered up when she moved. I glanced at my knees. She moved out without looking back and went straight for the driver. I guess it was because of her change. |
| Literature / Re: No Boulevard In Sango (16+) by Mathicks(m): 11:43am On Nov 13, 2014 |
They say fear is a warrior's worst fear. Well, I dont know who said it, but let's imagine someone said it. Fear engulfed everybody in the bus, or atleast it engulfed me. Nobody was bold enough to ask the driver why we had stopped. The man just got out of the car like it was a normal routine. I could have sworn that the driver had conspired with the two men that were approaching us. Still, nobody said a word. I touched my pockets through the material of my jeans to ensure my phones were intact. Why I did that? I really don't know. My heart beat faster, pumping more blood than Nigeria's Kainji dam. The driver strolled towards the bush and started unzipping his trouser. I'd seen this before. It was a plan to make it look like he was not part of the operation. _ Many things were running through my mind as the men approached. They got very close to the bus and glanced at the driver. I was already expecting one to bring out a gun but they just kept on going. _ They walked past the bus and I couldn't see them again from my perspective. Were they planning to plant a bomb at the back of the car? I quickly opened the door and jumped out. If I was going to go down, I was going to go down fighting. _ The driver was done easing himself, or whatever he was doing, and he walked back to his own door, bending at the tyre. I got back into the bus, already feeling ashamed of my lack of bravery. _ I closed the door before I heard the first voice. It was a man's. _ ''Driver, wetin happen nah? Whats going on?'' The voice said. _ ''You no even tell us say you wan park... You just come down like say na you be Jesus!'' Another said in support. _ ''Una no hear the Kra Kra wey the motor do? Maybe he dey check the battery'' A lady joined. I never heard any ''kra kra''. Asides that, what does battery have to do with the driver crouching at his tyre? And why didnt she tell us about the said 'kra kra' when those men were still in sight? _ The driver said his apologies and begged that we gave him another ten minutes. After about five minutes, he begged again that we should get down from the bus. We obliged him and got down one after the other. We all stood by the side of the road, looking into the empty air. Various vehicles passed us and people started getting impatient. _ ''Driver, I'm running late, please give me my balance and let me find my way'', a man dressed in suit said. _ ''Cam down oga, abeg'', The driver replied. _ After close to thirty minutes, the driver finally asked everybody to get back inside the bus. People hurriedly moved towards the bus and threw themselves in. One light skinned man in tanktop did not waste any time in occupying my front seat. I blamed myself for carrying my bag down from the bus earlier. To prevent any scuffle, I called the driver and asked him to open his boot. He helped me put my bag inside. _ During the stay outside, I got the chance to look at everybody. Only five females were in the bus. I took special interest in the girl that spoke in the bus earlier. I made sure I got down from the bus quickly so that I could see everyone that was coming down as they sat. I had spotted the girl that was sitting right behind me at once. I was a little disappointed in what I saw, but maybe I was expecting too much. However, I was impressed, not by her face, but by the assets in her enterprise. Her bum shut out very well, and her upper dimensions were all to write home about. She stood tall, but what scared me was the muscles in her arms. They looked quite big. _ My new seat was splendid, though uncomfortable. I was sitting at the far end of the second row of metal-wooden chairs, near the window. I owe this to some people who were still outside making phone calls while we all struggled to enter the bus. I almost asked someone to tap the man who took my seat, so that I could thank him. _ My long legs made my new seat quite uncomfortable for me, as the distance between the two rows of chair was short. It also had its advantage in the long run. Oh! I forgot to say why I was glad for my new seat. Well, its because the lady I had described earlier was sitting right in front of me this time. _ When the bus started moving again was when I realised the advantage of the seat |
| Romance / Re: How To Escape Always Paying His/her T-fair ? by Mathicks(m): 11:32am On Nov 13, 2014 |
UniqueGem:lmao |
| Romance / Re: How To Escape Always Paying His/her T-fair ? by Mathicks(m): 1:08pm On Nov 12, 2014 |
Victormimi:lol.. Girls like mizzkeji44 might object to this |
| Romance / Re: How To Escape Always Paying His/her T-fair ? by Mathicks(m): 9:02pm On Nov 10, 2014 |
TheGreyKnight:i see sense in all you wrote |
| Romance / Re: How To Escape Always Paying His/her T-fair ? by Mathicks(m): 8:23am On Nov 10, 2014 |
1one:chai |
| Romance / Re: How To Escape Always Paying His/her T-fair ? by Mathicks(m): 7:25am On Nov 10, 2014 |
Strongfaze:lmao, any dude that has the guy as her boy friend doesn't have to worry about dieting to reduce weight. She just has to follow her bf everyday :v :v |
| Romance / Re: How To Escape Always Paying His/her T-fair ? by Mathicks(m): 7:13am On Nov 10, 2014 |
atilla: |
| Religion / Re: Who Was Jesus Christ Before Earth? ...michael? by Mathicks(m): 11:32pm On Nov 09, 2014 |
briantext:then how would you explain who Jesus was always praying to? Who was he talking to when he said ''let this cup pass over me''? Who did he refer to as his Father? |
| Romance / Re: How To Escape Always Paying His/her T-fair ? by Mathicks(m): 11:30pm On Nov 09, 2014 |
lol |
| Romance / Re: How To Escape Always Paying His/her T-fair ? by Mathicks(m): 11:01pm On Nov 09, 2014 |
mizzkeji44:I understand you point sha.... but sometimes, you could just surprise him by paying. He'll love you more |
| Romance / Re: How To Escape Always Paying His/her T-fair ? by Mathicks(m): 11:00pm On Nov 09, 2014 |
iceberylin:smh.. lol |
| Romance / Re: How To Escape Always Paying His/her T-fair ? by Mathicks(m): 10:50pm On Nov 09, 2014 |
Tallesty1:Gbam! |
| Religion / Re: Who Was Jesus Christ Before Earth? ...michael? by Mathicks(m): 10:47pm On Nov 09, 2014 |
briantext:so you are saying that Jehovah was replaced by Jesus? |
| Romance / Re: How To Escape Always Paying His/her T-fair ? by Mathicks(m): 10:18pm On Nov 09, 2014 |
I remember one time like that. I'd just discovered that one girl (a coursemate) was living near my hostel. The next morning, we somehow ended up going to school together. I paid her T-fair. Second day, the same thing. On the third day... As we entered the bus and conductor asked for money. I diped my hand in my pocket and brought out my 'pre-planned' N1000 note. Then i asked the girl ''aaah, dear, I dont have change. Can you pay?''. Lmao.. She force smile sote, her powder break. 1 Like |
| Romance / Re: How To Escape Always Paying His/her T-fair ? by Mathicks(m): 10:07pm On Nov 09, 2014 |
dkronicle:lol, no even bother ask for number again. Or else, na Boko Haram number she go give you |
| Romance / Re: How To Escape Always Paying His/her T-fair ? by Mathicks(m): 10:05pm On Nov 09, 2014 |
zadok60:lmfao!!!! Guys and scope!! |
| Religion / Re: Who Was Jesus Christ Before Earth? ...michael? by Mathicks(m): 8:54pm On Nov 09, 2014 |
tomiobj:lmao. Muslim folks will come and eat you up now. |
| Religion / Re: Who Was Jesus Christ Before Earth? ...michael? by Mathicks(m): 8:45pm On Nov 09, 2014 |
...front seat |
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