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"Aahh..." "ooh.."
Biebi increased her fake moans as the customer atop her pounded hungrily. Her head bobbed aggressively against the pillow as she tried, to no avail to regain her balance.
He had been going back and forth like this for hours and he wasn't even close to orgasm.
It was tiring and the sweat beads that formed on her brow showed how eager she was for the whole charade to stop.

He pulled out immediately and drunkenly groped for her mouth.
"Your m-mouth" He muttered, as she shifted to avoid the foul smell of the alcohol oozing from his mouth. "Your mouth, b1tch"
She looked at him in surprise. A Mouth Action? She thought, repulsed.
"Oga, wetin be this?" She began with her fluent pidgin.
"Shut up! You b1tches are all the same....Blow" He belched and reached for her mouth again.
"Oga, I don tell you before now, I no dey blow anything.
You fit put that thing for anywhere....but I no dey take am for my mouth. Abi you no dey understand?"
He chuckled throatily.

"You're just a cheap wh.ore. You can't give me conditions." He grabbed her by the neck. "I pay you good money"
"Oga lemme o" Biebi raised her shrill voice as she grabbed at the dirty sheets, writhing underneath him.
"Stup1d b1tch always tryna play me!
Damn you Monica!"
"I no know wetin you dey talk, Oga leave me nau" She struggled with his strong hands still wrapped around her neck. Apparently, he was mistaking her for someone else.
He was going to kill her.

Biebi screamed with all her might.
"Make una help me o! Vosa!
Vosa o!"
Her chubby fair-skinned friend rushed in.
"Oga leave her nau" Vosa furiously tugged at his collar.
"Vosa, I don di-e-e..." Biebi squeaked, breathlessly.
Vosa rushed to the nearby cupboard, grabbed a flower vase and sent it crashing on the drunk man's head.
He collapsed beside Biebi, limp; the shattered glass spilling onto Biebi's body as well.

Biebi immediately recovered from her near death experience and took a quick look at the man lying unconscious beside her.
"Vosa, wetin? You kill am?"
"Hian. No be small hit I hit am. Check im pocket, collect your money make we dey go abeg."
Biebi hurriedly ransacked all his pockets for her 'pay.'

"Vosa, im no get money." Vosa dropped the bottle and wiped her hands.
"Take am go hospital, then collect your money after im don wake."
"You dey crase? If he carry me go station, nko?"
"After im bin won kill you. Girl, you gass to shine your eyes.
How many months since you last get customer? You no see as im dress sef? He get money wella.
Carry am go clinic jhoor, e fit double your pay sef"
"But I no get money for treatment."
"Take am go jhoor. When im wake, he go pay.
Trust me nau."

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Biebi paced from one end of the room to another. Her customer from the previous night hadn't woken up yet and she was getting impatient.
The doctor had assured her everything was okay, but he needed a little time to recuperate.
She took a quick look at the bedside mirror. She looked horrible. Her hair was a mess, her clothes very revealing and it was beyond obvious the 'dirty thing' she did for a living.
She looked at her feet, embarrassed and pushed back a tear. She didn't like going out looking like this; like a....prost1tute.

"Ouch" The man on the bed groaned as he opened his eyes, rubbing his forehead furiously. His head was still bandaged. Biebi noticed he looked more handsome and even responsible, but dismissed it almost immediately, and got back into "ghetto mood."

"Oga, my money" She stood, akimbo, staring at him irritated.
"Huh?" He sat up, confused. "What money?"
"You dey crase? Abi you don forget all nonsense wey I face for your hand last night? My money o, Oga!"
"I...don't understand." He replied, holding his head.
The doctor immediately walked in.
"Oh, I see he's awoken. Ms. Biebi, I have something I'd like you to know" Biebi sighed, exasperated.
"Yes?"
"He has amnesia"

-- MzNelly

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*Baba fit don already plan with Doctor shaa*

Lol. That kind amnesia. Them go beat the amnesia comot from his body.

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Nice story and nice build up. But I have some hole to pick.

Can I?

following...

*Takes my seat*

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Hohohohoh, ROTFL *greek*
Biebi reminds me of Prettythicksme.
Biebi don do bonaza oooo!!

Amnesia?

Mynd44:
Nice story and nice build up. But I have some hole to pick.

Can I?

Yes please.

MzNelly:


Yes please.

Did he wake up (from being unconscious) with her beside him?

Mynd44:

Did he wake up (from being unconscious) with her beside him?

Yeah.

MzNelly:


Yeah.

Then this is wrong

The doctor immediately walked in. "Oh, I see he's awoken. Ms. Biebi, I have something I'd like you to know" Biebi sighed, exasperated. "Yes?" "He has amnesia"

Reasons being Amnesia is not an illness but a mental state of mind that can only be detected after the one has asked the patient questions and the patient can not remember what happen or have any memory of his past.

In other words, if the doctor has not spoken to the man, there is no way he could have known he has amnesia and Biebi is more in the position to know he has amnesia than the doctor sef.

Great story though

Mynd44:

Then this is wrong



Reasons being Amnesia is not an illness but a mental state of mind that can only be detected after the one has asked the patient questions and the patient can not remember what happen or have any memory of his past.

In other words, if the doctor has not spoken to the man, there is no way he could have known he has amnesia and Biebi is more in the position to know he has amnesia than the doctor sef.

Great story though

Thanks.

I'm aware of that......
And I'm getting there.

MzNelly:


Thanks.

I'm aware of that......
And I'm getting there.

Okay.....cool

Everybody is now a writer on NL,well am following,thumbs up OP,nyc write up!

Nice one MzNelly!

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Good afternoon [1:18 p.m. here]

Thanks love, how are you?
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Anyway....

For a moment, Biebi seemed speechless as she ingested the Doctor's words.
"Er....Doctor, wetin.... Wetin you mean?"
The Doctor sighed and reviewed his notepad.
"You see, during intervals while he was semi-conscious; I tried to get some information out of him, however he seemed confused and even blubbered over and over again. He's oblivious of where he is. Hence, I did a careful evaluation and having eliminated the possibility of him having Alzheimers, I came to the conclusion that he has amnesia."
Biebi glanced at the confused man on the bed, considering whether to be upset or to just stab him to death there and then.

"When the amnesia go comot?"
"I can't say for certain. It could take months, at most a year."
"But Oga, this man dey owe me money. Mean say, I go wait for one year before I collect am?"
"He owes you money? Wait, what are you to him again?"
Beep Beep!
"One minute"
She immediately left the room to answer the phone call, relieved.
"Onovosa! Why you never call me since?"
"I been dey some private trips."
"Ashewo," Biebi remarked, teasing.
"What is worth doing is worth doing well" Vosa replied and they both laughed.
"Anyways V, i get problem o"
"Wetin happen? You don collect the money?"
"Which money? The mumu don get amnesia."
"Wetin that one mean?" The other girl asked, ignorantly.
"Olodo! Amnesia na that thing wey go comot all your memory"
"You know say me I no go school" Vosa retorted, casually. "Anyways, wetin that one mean? Say im don forget say una fvck last night? On top the yeye fvck, he beat you join. E don forget that one?"
"Na wetin I dey talk nau. Vosa, wetin I go do? Make I run comot for here abi which one?"
For a second, there was silence as the girl at the other end of the line meditated. She was Biebi's best friend, and always had her back when times were rough. If anyone could help her out now, it was Vosa.

"Eh hen! I don get am" Biebi smiled, appreciatively. Vosa to the rescue.
"Shebi im don forget? You go help am remember, Obiebi. You go tell am say you be im girlfriend, shey you get?
Im don be mumu nau, e no go know anything. Then like that, you go take your money waka"
"But, Vosa, that one na gross lie o"
"Ewu! You dey fvck for money, you still come here dey form holy. God punish you!
If you no get liver, come house. I go help you do am. No be only 'gross' lie. Na poverty go kill you."
"Which one nau? You come dey swear on top person head again"
"Do wetin I ask you jare. And when you go meet am, no go speak this your yeye pidgin. Speak that 'Americana' English wey you dey like.
And act well o"
"Vosa, you know I no sabi act wella"
"If you sabi scream for bed even when them no dey kpansh you well, you sabi do anything."
Biebi laughed, heartily.
"You're stupid." Vosa chuckled.
"You too dey do like virgin. Bye jare"
"Thanks. Bye."
She hung up, straightened her hair and got ready for her next line of action.