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Part 6



I have applied for the job of an Accountant in various establishments and for some viable months, I haven't received a call from any of them. Finding employment in a harsh and dwindling economy has never been an easy thing time immemorial. Most people have given up on paid jobs and had resorted to becoming entrepreneurs, giving orders on how their businesses should be run and are doing tremendously well. It wasn't as if I can't create a business of my own but there were certain factors to be considered. I needed a lot of funds to establish the kind of thing I had in mind, there's no one to inform me that a lot of money would be involved, hence the continuous quest for a paid job. If I was able to work for three years, I would definitely save up much for my venture I told myself.


I was in my father's study screening on the books that laid on the desk, I stumbled upon a book on how to properly construct a CV . At first I was flummoxed, I wondered why my father could keep such books and won't say anything about it. I simply rubbed my hands together in glee and bounced on the one that caught my attention. I told myself it might be my sister's and at such, should be in her possession. My dad should be talking retirement not how to write a good CV , I muttered to myself. I looked at the window, shifted the blinds and cast my gaze down from the vantage. I saw the market square as the market wasn't situated far from my house. There were people walking about, those pricing for wares making sounds that can be hardly heard. None could be heard, their voices more like a rumble, the tumultuous yelling and rants emanated from vehicles and passengers moving on the busy road.

I sat down and began to flip through the pages with all seriousness. Maybe there were steps I hadn't taken to properly write my CV. I came across career objectives and pinched myself. Have I ever taken out time to include that on my CV? I hadn't the slightest idea that it was one of the things that makes a good CV, with ardent interest, I pinned it down on a rough paper I saw lying carelessly on the ground. I paused and meditated for over 10 minutes on what my career objectives were. As I continued , I realised I never included my strengths but I sure went on to rant on how superb my writing skill was. But of course, I have always prided myself in my writing capabilities. I once thought I would have gone for English and literary studies in the university instead of Accounting.

Not necessarily saying Accounting was bad for me, nope. But I know It would have been better if I've followed my passion. My dad couldn't hear of it when he learnt I wanted to study English.

"Your mates are vying for the professional courses that will provide immediate employment and you are talking literary studies. its a nice course , don't misunderstand me Lisa, but they are good outside Nigeria. No child of mine will end up as a teacher", the old man had said.

We dashed him that title not because he was too old, but because we loved calling him that and he seemed to like it. In fact, he smiles like a kid given sweets anytime we call him that.

As I was still going through the book, a call came from Ben. It was a strange number and I didn't know it was him until he disclosed his identity. How he finally got my contact was unexplainable. I know I didn't give it to him, he couldn't have possibly gotten it from my sister who has never liked him. She would have given him a sullen look and walked away. She could tweak a man to the verge of annoyance and beyond. Though she can't be regarded as thoughtless, callous or cruel but She acts mean anytime the devil in her alerts her to. Talking about my number to Ben, I can vouch he didn't get it from her. I picked up .

"Hello, Ngene Olivia on the line, please how may I help you"?, I answered formally like one in a customer care job interview.

"Its Ben", came his voice from other end.

After the normal midday greetings, my curiosity took the better part of me and I queried him on how he got my digits.

"Please, I do not mean to be rude but I can't remember giving you my number", I said expecting a reasonable reply.

How this guy maneuvered and avoided the answer was story for another day. I calmed my nerves and carried on with conversation. To my utmost surprise, it wasn't a boring one. I'd already seen him as someone who wouldn't make a good conversationalist but he literally put me to doubt. We drifted from one topic to another. We talked about his favorite cartoon character. I found out we had somethings in common. We love the same dish (beans and plantain), we love same football club (Manchester United), we love shrek. My interest in him piqued a notch at the end of the phone call and we decided to have dinner at his favorite resort.

I declined his coming to pick me up. I preferred coming down myself. At first, I thought he would push it but he didn't. He politely told me "it was all about me" and that we can only play by my rules. There was something I noticed about him, it was true I wasn't attracted to him, he didn't make my belly flutter, he was no where as charming as Richmond but I was completely comfortable and serene around him. It seemed as though everything about him thrives in tranquility and harmony.

Richie called later but it was to check on me. That has always been an anthem for him. His caring attitude that amazed me seemed to be what he just enjoyed doing. It wasn't like I don't call to check on him but his, surpasses mine. We haven't been together after the sizzling incident that happened in his house. For over 2 weeks, we both minded our businesses and kept everything cool via phone conversations. I needed the time to decipher what I literally want for myself and know how to fix my wanton desire and lust into the whole drama going on.

My night out with Ben ended in disaster or so I thought. I'd always looked for a flimsy excuse, the slightest thing that will make me label him a bad man and I got one at the end of the outing.




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Part 5




By the time I turned off my light that night and slipped between my covers, all the emotion of the day had passed from me. I felt as if I was standing in the aftermath of a wildfire and burned as far as the eye could see. I almost smell the smoke, could feel the hidden embers inside me that had not yet burned to cold ash.


"Don't fall in love with him, Lisa", I warned myself. But the room was dark and my bed-sheets had not yet warmed me from my body heat.

If only he'd be less handsome, less intelligent. An ugly dude, a nonentity, a bookseller or someone else with that keen mind, those piercing eyes, that brilliant smile that seemed to be made for me alone. Instead he was gorgeous, he could have his pick of thousands of women. He could probably be passing the cold night with a call girl. The thought should have disgusted me but for some reason I imagined Richie - no, I had to think of him as a man. I imagined his gaze settling on some girls with beautiful shape and a larger -than-usual bosom.

"Her", he would say. "I want her tonight".

Stupid, very stupid of me to imagine that his desire, whatever inkling of it would persist long enough for him to purchase a substitute. I berated myself for that but still couldn't get the notion off my head.

He might be in bed with me at this very moment,. His hands would brush my breasts, like so. His lips would find not the palm of my hand, but my neck, my lips. There won't be hesitation, no interruption from my sister or just anybody. No holding back. There would be nothing but his rock-hard want.

His body would cover mine, and I would surrender to him. I would spread my legs, wrapping them around him. Those thoughts were enough to warm my bed, but once I started the imagery, I could not shut it off. It was my fingers between my legs, my own hand against my nipple. But I imagined him wanting me as much as I want him, taking me in my imagination the way I could never allow in real life. He plunged into me, hard; i shook as I brought myself to the brink. And when I came, biting my lip to keep myself from screaming, it was his face that I saw.

The bed was too hot for that, so hot that I threw back the blanket and let the cold air wash over me, honing my nipples to hard points once more. But the cold didn't bring the clarity I desperately needed.

I stood, crossed the room to the bathhouse and poured water from the tap. I splashed it across my face, the water was cold it brought shivers down my spine.

Maybe he had picked a woman tonight who looked exactly like me. Maybe he hadn't picked any woman but had went back to his empty flat and done to himself what I did to myself. The thought left me with a deep wistfulness.

If only...
"There are no its", I told myself sharply. This was reality that I had to accept. What had just happened in his house was the closest I'd come to making love with him. My throat tightened with yearning.

It doesn't matter.

I had learned long ago that my own emotions never mattered in some situation. Things are the way they are and would probably remain the same no matter how I felt about them. And this particular emotion, I really don't know how to deal with it. This one had sent me reeling far enough.

Still I fumbled with the bed-sheets, on other nights, I would have pulled them over and snuggled up to my teddy and dozed off but tonight, for the space time it took my heartbeat to return to normal, I sat on my bed and watched my fingers as if I was looking for some kind answer to all my troubles. I sat there until the clouds covered the moon and cut out all the light.

It was Saturday morning and there was the usual clean up. I was ransacking my room looking for where I carelessly dropped the last hair extension my mum gave to me. I needed to fix it because I've carried my natural hair for a while. It was high time I did something nice to change my look.

I was still on the verge of finding the human hair when my sister entered my room for petty amebo gist.



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The next day at mum's shop, the place was busy as usual. A few wealthy people that trooped in for purchases. Have always wondered how mum made much customers within the short time she had stayed there but a quick perusal at her shop will tell you why. She runs one of the most expensive stores in the neighborhood. All the goods displayed cost fortunes.

There was Mr Ade who was highly known for his political ambitions. His purchases totaled about five hundred thousand naira. I watched in awe as the sales girl packed the little items for him. Next to him on queue was Mrs Samson, and then an older man dressed in well-patched tweed. Also a plump woman in a high necked black wool gown, complete with a round , black collar- the kind of uniform that shouted that she was in office. Half the customers had the look of working people. As I was watching the bustling activities going on in the shop, I didn't notice Ben was standing right in front of me.

Ben was a guy that admired me immensely. He has done everything within his power to get my attention but I've always shushed him. Ben was huge and broad muscled. He works with an oil and gas industry. I learnt he studied mechanical engineering and he was one of the few intelligent guys I've met. He was what every girl would refer to as drop-dead gorgeous. There were few times i admired him back but why i couldn't grant him the desire of dating me was incomprehensible even to me. Maybe because he doesn't make my belly flutter whenever he was close to me or had he ever made me want to catch my breath?

There was a day he stopped my sister to get my contact and that was the last time he ever spoke with my sister. He wouldn't dare step an inch closer to her again, not after the hostile and rude behavior she showered him with. I, unlike my sister can pretend to like you even when I don't. It necessarily doesn't mean I'm giving green light and also pulling back, its called been refined enough to say NO in a polite manner.

Ben never gave up. He continued to be the ever charming and nice guy despite the odds. He still kept his hopes high that I will eventually find out the kind of guy he was and date him. That morning, as I turned to face him, he wore a charming smile. A smile that says " one day, you will realize that I'm the right guy for you".

"Good morning Ben", my smile peeked to match his.

"How are you Lisa?",he asked with an intent gaze cast upon my face. His voice was clear but so quiet.

"I'm very good, thank you", I echoed.

"I happen to be passing by and thought it rude not to say hi", he told me.


He left when we were done with our little conversation. As soon as he left, my phone beeped and guess who called? Your guess is correct. It was Richmond. With so much enthusiasm, i picked up. , I greeted him with clenched teeth in order not to reveal how excited I was hearing from him. We talked for so long on the phone. The conversation kept heading to several directions. As his coarse voice sounded at the other end, my mind went back to the dream I had last night. All I could see was his hands fumbling my small sized breasts, I thought of his cute lips on them, I recalled how his mouth covered my clitoris in that dream. My left middle finger carelessly dropped on my lips and the hot kiss that night out came washing down on me.


"Are you still there?", his voice thundered from the other end of the line.

I jumped. Geez! I was carried away with the sensual thoughts that I didn't know when I drifted off from the conversation. Then i discovered that i did have very few choices when it comes to things concerning him. I wanted to forget all that happened in the dream, i tried to erase the lingering kiss from my mind but the sound of his husky voice made the memory return unbidden, waiting on the surface of my skin, reviving with every breath that passed through my lips. As I jerked back to reality, I noticed he was asking if I would love to visit his house. I didn't give affirmation to the idea at first but if my dream was to come true, then i'd better visit his place i told myself. So i consented to the visitation idea. He was to pick me from my house by 6:00 p.m. that same day.

I came outside as soon as i heard his horn boom. I was very casual with my outfit. A plain top that told much of my little bosom and jeans to go with it. As I approach the front stairs, I noticed he was already out from his car. He'd worn darker, rougher clothing for this outing - trousers of gray wool and a matching polo which hugged tightly on his chest exposing charming physique. Around his neck was a shiny gold necklace hanging loosely on it. His garb made him look like some towheaded scoundrel, roguish and maybe a little wicked. The kind of man who'd tempt a girl to walk outside with him at night. It would be all too easy to become tipsy around him.


"Good evening", I muttered as if I was talking to myself.

You wouldn't blame me. I was taken aback by the way his muscles were flexing through his polo in a seductive manner.

He smiled wickedly, only if he had an idea what his smiles were doing to my insides. As we held hands and protruded to his car, I felt something drop on my left shoulder. As I looked to know what it could be, I discovered it was a poop from a bird.

"Ewwww" , I gasped.

I intentionally wore this particular top because it was one of the few ones that shows off my small sized boobs. It actually made them appear bigger. Immediately, I dreaded the horrible thought of going back to change into another one. Before I realize what was happening, Richie rushed to a nearby pump, soaked his handkerchief in water and started working towards removing the poop from my top. His fingers trailed in circular motion, the mess wasn't too much. Matter of fact, it didn't take him 3 seconds to clear it off. The 3 seconds felt like forever, I shut my eyes as he worked his way on my shoulder. I sucked in my breath. That tiny bit of closeness was doing something I couldn't possibly describe to myself.

He looked at the damp on his kerchief and tartly threw it in the trash can nearby. In a gentlemanly stride, he held out the door for me as I snuggle up on the car seat as if it was a normal sitting couch. He set his two hands on the steering and zoomed off. There was something about him that draws my eye. Something that defies words. Maybe it was the cautious manner with which he does things? Nope, that would be self deceit. It has to be something in his looks. Maybe it was his luscious looking lips, or was it the unique faint scar on his face? Or probably his charming yet daring eyes?


"How can you be so beautiful?", he asked through prying eyes, still trying to focus on his driving.

"Huh?", that was the only thing that escaped my lips.

"You're so beautiful and I really wish to be so alone with you", he whispered.

Now how was I suppose to take such words from a man I was highly attracted to. I couldn't sunk that in as I vehemently wished we were already alone. I so craved to be alone with him in his apartment that no other thing mattered to me. I was so sure our feelings were trying to overmatch each other that I was left speechless. In what seemed like an eternity, we continued the drive to his house. By now, you already know the kind of crazy things going through my mind. Utterly crazy thoughts. And nope, I never wanted to restrain myself from such thoughts. My desire to wallow in them was strong.

As we entered his apartment, there wasn't much time to have a look at the surroundings. The door was shut in a sound I could only describe as thunderous before Richie leapt on me. He tugged behind me to bring me much closer to him. The proximity was over-killing, I looked up to him, he returned the gaze before his lips covered mine. He made a soft exhalation. His lips were warm on mine , but then it became ravaging, like he wanted to bite off my lips or something. This was demanding, overwhelming kind of loving. And my body craved more.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, my hands diving into his the surprisingly hardness of his head. My fingers were actually pushing his head towards mine,afraid he might change his mind and stop. I cared less at the very moment. I needed this as much as I need water to quench a thirst. His lips were not just pressed to my mouth but it was moving, coaxing, delving everywhere it could. His hands came to down to my bum. He held them tightly before he began to work magic on them. He fumbled as if he was trying to squeeze out juice from an orange.


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My dream that night was charged with sexual longing. In this dream, Richie appeared in the place where I first met him. There was no sight of the market women bidding wares, the only sound was that of the rustling wind. The place seemed darker , I was stark naked , I wore nothing at all and he was stripped to his waist. The dream version of Richie smiled up at me, inviting, luring me to him.

I stepped closer and placed my hands on his chest. My breasts brushed his hand and he quietly placed his hands on my bare back and covered my lips. It wasn't a hungry kiss, it was mild, easy , sweet , comforting and yet longing. I reached out to his pants and in a wagged moment dropped them to the floor. Then it happened.

He swept me off my feet and laid me on the ground. His fingers rested on my breasts as he began to handle them. By this time, I was completely wet and my whole body was on fire. I couldn't concentrate with what he was doing to my body. His fingers were moving faster, he left them and came down to my clitoris.

He began to suckle it. I felt the wet heat of his mouth and the pressure of his tongue...



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It was 7:30 a.m, I woke up to a buzzing phone but before I could stretch out my hands to pick it from where it laid, it had already stopped ringing. I removed my eye masque and the early morning sunlight streaming in through the windows almost blinded me. I rubbed my fingers on my face as I contemplated who could be calling. To my utmost surprise, It was Richmond. I sat up abruptly from my bed. My heart prayed fervently for a call back. I sat in my bed thinking of what to say to him if eventually he called back. It was only in my imagination that the thought of him standing right outside my door existed. I didn't wait much longer before his call came in the second time.

I tried to sound as sweet and yet as calm as ever. I do not wish he find out how happy I was hearing from him after our meeting the previous day. "Don't tell me you're still sleeping " , he mused. Of course I am , I replied. He said the call was just to check on me , he was dressing up for work as he wants to beat the ever busy road in Lagos. He dropped the call after we exchanged early morning pleasantries. I giggled and every ounce of sleep erased from my eyes.

Later in the afternoon, I received another call from him. He had called to check on my day. If i was doing fine. When he dropped the call, i shifted the window blinds , from the vantage i noticed the street was busy. People were engulfed with their usual daily activities. I sat down on the couch in my room to reminisce on the day i met him. I pictured his face again , i recalled the peculiar faint scar on his left cheek. Before I could hold myself, I started creating imagery phantasms. Where we curled up in bed and were cuddling each other. He looked intently and deeply into my eyes and brought his hot lips on mine. His tongue was raving into my mouth, I buried myself in the vain thoughts and wallowed in them. I didn't notice when my sister crept in. She shouted and I jumped.

What were you thinking she queried? I shot a warning look at her . What do you mean by that I replied tartly.

Have been calling you for over 5minutes now and you seemed buried with whatever i cant decipher .You've been acting weird and unusual since yesterday. I 've watched closely and you giggle every 2 minutes that i'm beginning to wonder what's with such attitude. And what you did now confirmed my suspicions. Something is going on , that's why i'm here she added.

It then dawned on me that my sister has been following up my weird attitude. She's persistently curious. She wouldn't give up until you divulge every detail concerning whatever she seeks answers to. Have shared a couple of my clandestine affairs with her. She's my only sister and an elderly one for that, so hiding certain issues from her was out of it. I told her about Richmond and how he makes me feel not withstanding we haven't known each other for quite long. Without wasting much time, I told her about our first meeting.

In utterly disbelief, she told me to erase Richmond from my mind. She thinks relationship an impossible and a difficult venture. She hasn't been someone to believe in love ever since she broke up with Ben. "You remember Ben right?", she began Ben's story. I fell in love with him on our first date. He was sweet but things eventually didn't work out between us. We parted ways after I caught him with my friend. My sister let out a blissful sigh .
She doesn't seem to care about relationships anymore. One can't blame her but sometimes, its good to believe in the impossible. All you have to do is believe, you don't need wealth, not riches just believe harder than anyone else and good things will come to us. I doubt she has heard such phrase before.
"If you believe in the impossible, it might come true", I told her jerking myself back to the present.

My sister's friend Becky wasn't a true to her. Becks as I fondly called her has been to our house a couple of times. She is tall, fair in complexion and has a very attractive figure. Her body stature would frighten any girl into inferiority complex. The way she walks will make you turn back for a second look . My mum has always gushed about her beauty and how she's the only one amongst my sister's friends with good behaviour. Her opinion reverted when she snatched my sister's boyfriend from her. How everything happened was beyond my sister's comprehension, but it did happen.

"Just be cautious ", my sister wagged a finger at me before stepping out from my room". I have never successfully argued a point with my sister before, so I allowed her go. After all, reality has absolutely nothing to do with imagination. For once after a long while, I saw myself stepping out in a red silk gown with a handsome guy beside me, and giggles all over my face. Another fantasy, I pinched myself. The tug of my imagination was an almost visceral, leading me along paths paved with moonlit fantasies.





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I met Richmond on a Saturday morning as I was making some purchases from the market.
Where I was battering on price with the orange seller. "Madam, your wares are very expensive I muttered , there are other sellers who wouldn't mind selling at a cheaper price. The woman gave deaf ears to my pleas. She pretended she heard nothing from what I said. I was about to raise my voice to a notch to threaten I would leave her shop if she won't agree with me when someone tapped me on the back.

I turned to gaze into his beautiful eyes. He was a hunk. I was astonished, I opened my mouth without minding the ever buzzing flies flocking around looking for where to perch. It took another 30 seconds before I caught myself and uttered "Holy shit". I took one halting step backward, then another.

He smiled, his warm gaze still fixated on me. I can't recall the last time my insides melted because of a bloke. All my thoughts were already on the taste of his lips if mine rests on them. Dark complexioned . His hair was finely cut and there was spotting waves on them. His lips were thin and his nose sharp and a bit on the long side. He was dressed in a T-shirt and pair of jean trousers with matching sneakers. I imagined, spectacles would have made him more intoxicating or probably severe. I dismissed the random thoughts to focus my eyes back on him. Maybe it wasn't his looks that dazzled me. It was something else, something I couldn't quite make out. In my speechless state, I couldn't fathom how I paid the woman without finally negotiating with her.

We retreated far enough from the crowd as there were too many noises emanating from the market women begging buyers to patronise them. We kept moving till the noise of the ensemble had faded to a distant rumble.
I followed him...



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The only thing that gets mum so riled up where dad is, is usually his inability to appreciate her overwhelming efforts to run the family. He does sometimes but showing appreciation is what one should do always. Mum is a genius when it comes to tolerance. Whatever will upset her is usually deep rooted, it means whoever made her angry really ovrover stepover stepped. Easy anger is not her thing. And trust me, she married an egocentric man whose watchword is PATRIARCHY.

Remember I said Dad loves been in control? He loves that just as he loves to breathe. He can storm out of the house just because of little issues that isn't worth it. He can turn the house upside down just to have it his ways, its that bad but do you have an idea what can quiet him down?? Need I say what tool Mum uses on him Its APPRECIATION.
"Honey, I'm very grateful, Dan's school fees was received", a proud mum would see it as him having done his duty by paying his son's school fees but Mum doesn't see it that way hence the appreciation. And trust me, that's what has been keeping th family together.

As I walked down to school that fateful morning, four Junior Secondary Students rushed to me . Hey Auntie !!! Good morning Ma. As I was still trying to decipher why I was rushed that way, they took my books and bag. Tried to stop them but couldn't. I relented. They took those stuffs to the staff room, as they were coming out, I decided to surprise them. I gave them little money for their recess . They were so happy I became infected with their smiles. I felt so good for having appreciated their kind gesture. 2hours later, four girls came to the staff room again...





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There was a blind boy that usually sat on the steps of a building with an empty cup by his feet.He held up a sign which said: "I am blind, please help."There were only a few coins in the hat as passerby don't normally look his way that much.
After sometime, a man was walked by. He then took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the empty cup.He then took the sign, turned it around, and wrote some words.He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words. Soon the cup began to fill up. A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy.

That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were.The boy recognized his footsteps and asked, "Were you the one who changed my sign this morning?What did you write?"The man said, "I only wrote the truth. I said what you said but in a different way.
"What he had written was: "Today is a beautiful day and I cannot see it."

QUESTION:Do you think the first sign and the second sign were saying the same thing?
ANSWER:Of course both signs told people the boy was blind.But the first sign simply said the boy was blind.The second sign told people they were so blessed that they were not blind and can see beautiful things. Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective?

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Be THANKFUL for what you have.Think differently and positively.Live life with no excuse and love with no regrets.When life gives you a 100 reasons to cry, show life that you have 1000 reasons to smile.Face your past without regret. Handle your present with confidence.Prepare for the future without fear.Keep the faith and drop the fear.The most beautiful thing is to see a person smiling…And even more beautiful knowing that you are the reason behind it!!!Catch yourself when you start complaining about what you don't have. Remember, where there is life, there's hope.
There's always light at the end of a tunnel




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I attended same secondary school with this girl. We were really close pals. I remember vividly the time in School that whenever we go for recess, I'd rush to school canteen together with her. We'd buy all the edibles our money can afford and dash back to the classroom to share everything together. It was a nice i must say.

There was a day in school we went out together to buy things as usual, we briskly walked over to where the lady selling abacha (African salad) was, this woman collected her money but forgot to dish abacha to her and many students were there clamoring for same thing. So after much struggle, the crowd thinned out a bit and she now decided to ask this lady about her abacha. This lady denied collecting money from her. All our explanations to her fell on deaf ears.

You wouldn't blame the lady that much because students have showed her pepper. They have actually dealt with her. They usually take advantage of the lady by saying they have paid her when they haven't. But on this case, my girlfriend really paid. We were just there staring at the woman after our failed attempt to convince her we paid. We stood there haplessly like say our lives depends solely on the abacha. There was nothing we could do, she was way bigger than the two of us combined together.

As we stood there hungrily looking at her like Lions, a crazy thought entered my mind.
I called my girlfriend one side and stupidly whispered something into her ears. Wanna know what I told her? Lolz. Anyways, I told her we can actually snatch any abacha she will tie for Someone and run away, since she can't find us, she doesn't know our class either and there's no way she will leave what she was selling to come running after us. So we agreed on that and went back there. As soon as she tied another N50 abacha for someone, we counted 5(five)......

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