The sound of footsteps emanating from the staircase in the cold calm morning woke me up from sleep.

"tkshh!.. tkshhh!.. tkshh!"

The sound became even louder as the person descended sluggishly. I was still mentally bargaining effortlessly with sleep in a somnolent negotiation, when the sound of the footsteps changed abruptly into an irritating high-pitched continuous screech, as the feet of the person swept along on the floor of the hallway on a hard-soled footwear; and away sleep flew swiftly through the window even before the person was midway through the corridor.
This got me upset, but I wouldn't be up yet.
I wasn't sure if the screeching was responsible for my annoyance or the fact that Nkechi didn't come to spend the night with me as she promised.

I suspected the former. Why would someone foot-drag on a tiled floor sparsely dispersed with grains of sharp sand? Imagine the irritating screech! Some people don't have conscience, but this person in particular is heartless, inconsiderate, inhumane, cruel, wic... wait a second, what if it was an involuntary act. Yeah! it should be, considering the drowsiness induced by the early morning cold weather.
So it turned out the latter was the cause of my resentment.
How could Nkechi disappoint me? Well, that was her problem not mine. After all I've sxxed her on several occasions. However, I wasn't satisfied. I wanted more. The better the sxx, the more one tends to seek it. Isn't it? Or was I being promiscuous?


I had no clue of how young the morning was, I needed my phone to check time.
My eyes weren't useful. The room was deep dark, not even a glimmer of light. I groped around on the bed with my left hand for my phone. As I tapped randomly on the mattress, I felt my Samsung galaxy phone on the left edge of my bed, the battery was without breath - thanks to FIFA 14 - so I groped further until I found my torch light phone inside the shallow narrow gutter that formed between my mattress and the wall.

"The time is Five twenty-five",
The Nokia phone announced in a robotic female voice.

5:25 AM was too early a time for me to start my day, I was done with every rigorous school activities and thus needed more sleep time.

I still lay down on the bed, heedlessly staring at the dark as my mind raced through different thoughts of how best to spend my last day in school.

They say the best time to plan is in the early hours of the morning, as articulation is higher. I couldn't agree more, as I have already come up with a very crafty plan on how best to carry out my last but not least romantic escapade.

Someone would to have to make up for the lonely night. Actually more than one. Ada, Joy and Stephanie were enlisted in my "to-do" list.

I can't possibly sxx all three, in a space of 8 hours, no, I'm not a Stallion; and besides, I needed to conserve a substantial amount of energy for my journey to Lagos the next day. To worsen the situation, i had heavy loads to convey. Unless I want to carry out a haphazard job.
A football analogy popped into my head.
So I finally settled for two, the other person would be on the bench just incase any of the players can't play the match due to: injury, suspension, away on international duties, didn't pass late fitness test therefore not match fit, or any other unforseen circumstance.

-A nice contingency plan I thought to myself.-

Who would be on the bench? Who would be sidelined for another? My first team can only accommodate maximum of 2 players. Steph, Ada, or Joy? I was in a romantic trilemma. They all shared similar features: Slim and tall, busty, well curved and medium-sized batty - not extra large, and of course beautiful facial expression. I was meticulous in scouting them among the multitude of campus girls. They weren't the most beautiful neither were they the classiest nor the "creamiest" girls on campus. However, I was very content having them in my "team". The fact that their wage bill was relatively negligible was the icing on the cake.


The trilemma I was faced with can be analogized to having to pick between Arjen Robben, Eden Hazard and Neymar Dos Santos jnr for two available slots. Even the likes of Jose Mourinho, Pep or Arsene Wenger would be perplexed.

dimexilux:

jhuzcoyle:
nice start

Sleep flew back in after about thirty minutes and without any further negotiations, we agreed terms and recorded another two hours long colabo on my bed studio.

I woke up around the hours of eight and decided to pray. Every Christian is expected to pray every morning ain't it? I knelt down on my bed with my head resting on the wall, I began praying. During the prayer session, in a bid to be more comfortable, I rested my head on my other pillow and immediately, Clara's scent penetrated my nostrils.

-Clara wasn't in my first team, she was in the feeder team.-

Clara was the immediate younger sister to Stephanie. She had spent the night with me a couple of days ago and of course we had sxx.

Thoughts of Clara alone distracted me from my prayers, my mind raced through all the happenings few nights back on that very bed - my supposed temple. I didn't know how to pray again. Lord forgive me.

The next next 2hr:30mins saw me getting ready for my romantic adventure.
2hr:30 mins? Yes because I had to pack my things, tidy the room and get set for the journey to Lagos the next day.

I don't sxx girls in their hostel because of prying eyes and poking noses, I respect my dignity. But due to the fact that my school was in her annual long second semester break, many students had traveled, leaving only final year students (and few other students who weren't in final year but loitered like lions around school environ seeking for whom to devour) in and around campus; I decided to go do the visiting.

Steph's hostel was closer than Ada and Joy's, it was the second hostel in the street opposite mine and about 5 minutes walk; so I decided to start with her.

As expected, her hostel was scanty and silent.

Knock.. Knock..

"Who's there." Steph answered.

Her voice was very soft and inviting.

"It's your landlord, your rent expired six weeks ago." I joked.
Actually her rent had expired.

"I know it must be you social, I would single out your voice in a million voices" she replied as she opened the door and hugged me into a warm embrace. I felt the water melons, they weren't in confinement.

Steph was looking hotter on her bum short and braless top. The bum short expectedly revealed her fresh fair laps. The top she wore revealed her navel, showing how her hips protruded, the image that faced me was a beauty to behold. I had more view of her backside as she turned to lead the way into her room. Her batty was round, bulging and bigger than I had preconceived. This sight sent series of impulses to my brain, and the grey matter immediately made a resolution to spend the rest of the day with Steph. Not considering Ada and Joy. - Dictatorship.

Steph served me the concoction she had just prepared, the food was far from delicious but I managed to finish it. I had to finish the food, not doing so would greatly jeopardize my chances of getting her laid. I couldn't risk it.

"Social how's the food."
She had the nerves to ask, didn't she taste it?

"I think you should open a restaurant" I lied.

That would be bad business for her. The federal government would shut it down after five working days.

"The food is just the way I like it" I lied again.

We sat on her mattress and were chatting about how my project defense went and how her's was postponed because the external supervisor, a professor from another university traveled abroad and her HOD wouldn't call for another. She then stood up, went straight to the four feet mirror hanging on the wall and was lining her eyebrows.

The discussion ended for some seconds when I approached her and began commenting on her beauty.

"Stephie, what's the name of that thing you're putting on your eyelashes, I can help with that you know." I said in a sexy deep voice.

I was barely an inch away from her and my pelvic region was already in contact with her batty. She must have noticed how close I was to her but she didn't resist. Good! less stress.

From behind, I planted a kiss on her neck but she didn't respond, pretending not to have noticed.

"I need to do more to get her in the mood" I thought to myself.

Then I used my left hand, to gently caress her navel region and my right on her laps simultaneously and complemented the pleasure with kisses around her neck. That did the magic. She then turned facing me, putting her hands over my shoulders and I kissed her gently on her lips and she responded.

Game on!

The kissing became so passionate as I carefully led her away from the mirror to the opposite wall just adjacent the mattress. She was leaning against the wall as the kissing frequency increased dramatically. Steph was good.

I was about unclading her when her phone rang. The kissing stopped abruptly.

"Hello! Chioma what's up..." She answered.
l knew Chioma, she was her project partner and also my friend's ex before their relationship turned sour just after she became a devoted charismatic member.

Steph ended the call with a deep sigh of disgust

"What's the problem sweetie?" I asked, showing concern.

"Chioma just called to inform me that my project supervisor wouldn't sign our work unless I was present, and she said I should be there within the next 30minutes" She explained.

The romantic ambience in the room vanished completely before I could bat an eyelid.

"Damn! Wtf! Why now?" I said in my thoughts.

"sweetie, it's all for good, you need to get your work signed else you wouldn't have the support of your project supervisor during defense." I advised.

Within 5 minutes she was dressed up. I never knew ladies could dress up this fast.

We both left her hostel walking towards the road looking for bike.

"Okada, school gate" I yelled, flagging one bike down.

"What time will you be back?" I asked her, not losing all hope.

"Before 5 PM" she replied almost immediately, knowing fully well that we had an unfinished business.

"Okay no qualms, just ping me."

"Okay dear, bye." she said as the bike zoomed off.

My wrist watch read 3:15PM. Still yet no match played, no goal scored.
Just when I and Steph were warming up for the first match of the day, we were interrupted by an unforseen circumstance. Therefore match postponed. But I can't keep waiting, there's no time to waste. I had two other players waiting on the sidelines. Damn! I had to act fast.

I dialed Joy's number but she didn't pick. I dialed again, this time she answered.

"Hello honey, what's up" I greeted.

"I'm good dear, are you still in school?" She replied.

I sensed she needed my companionship.

"Yeah, I'm still around o, you have forgotten about me, you didn't even come to keep me company..."
I replied cheerfully

"It's been almost a week now since we met." I reminded her

"I pinged you two days ago, you didn't reply, I thought you must have traveled and forgotten about me" She retorted.

Girls can always defend themselves in this kind of situation.

"Don't worry honey, I'm on my way to your hostel, we will set..."

Joy didn't allow me finish my sentence before she cut in.

"I'm not in town now."

"Okay dear no problem, just take good care of yourself, we'll talk later." I ended the call.
This girl must have gone to meet another guy, I thought to myself.

My match with Stephanie was postponed; Now Joy was away on international duties.
I was left with only Ada. Sweet Ada Adaa.

My Samsung galaxy S4 was still down, I can't imagine travelling to Lagos the next day with my phone down. What would I keep my self busy with in the 7 hours long ride? I can't imagine travelling without musical modulation beaming through my headphones.

So I checked in at a barber's shop along the road just after my close, to charge my phone. I didn't trust the faces there so I had to wait there for about an 1hr:30mins for my phone to be fully charged. In the mean time, I watched an interesting Chinese movie therein.

It was almost 5 PM, I didn't hear from Steph, probably something must be keeping her in school. I didn't bother calling her. Rather I called Ada.

"What's up honey pie?", I greeted.

"I'm fine darl"

"You are not sounding strong, have you eaten?"

"My dear no o, but I'm fine"

"Okay don't worry, I'm coming to your hostel", I ended the call.

Ada's hostel was a bit far. So I went on a bike. I stopped by at an eatery along the road just before her close. I bought two plates of rice in take away packs and one pack of chilled one litre yoghurt.


Ada's door was open, I didn't have to knock.
I opened her curtain; lo and behold, what I saw left really left me disgruntled. Ada was lying down on her bed, her room was untidy. She wore an oversized polo and tied wrapper round her waste, her face was looking pale and her hair unkempt. It would be overestimating to say she was unattractive in that attire. I needed no prophet to tell me what was wrong. I knew it was her monthly illness.

"Welcome dear, you came at the right time" She welcomed me, trying to sit upright.

"which right time, did you just call this time right? If I had known, I wouldn't have come here"
Of course I didn't say that to her hearing. Rather I said,

"Have you taken any pain relief?"

"Not yet"

I dropped the nylon housing the contents of what I bought from the eatery, on her reading table adjacent to the door. Then I went outside to the nearest chemist shop to buy some pain relieving drugs.

I knew there would be no show with Ada today.

Busted!

First, my match with Stephanie was postponed.
Secondly, Joy was away on international duties.
Now Ada had injury and didn't pass late fitness test, therefore not match fit. Ada's injury wasn't groin injury, it wasn't calf injury, no, still wasn't hamstring... but I guess you know the type of injury I mean.


Ada was more than happy to see me. I pampered her like a baby, making sure she finished her food and took her drug. I think I even fed her at some point. After we finished eating, I wanted to leave. But I couldn't just leave her almost immediately, I could tell from her eyes that she wanted me to spend more time with her.
She wanted to play candy crush on my phone but I wouldn't let her. However, she understood my obvious reasons for that. We soon started gisting about project defense. She had also defended her project and was waiting for the hard-bounded copy to be ready before she travels back.

We were still gisting when we had someone knocking at the door. Ada told me she wasn't expecting any visitors so I checked to see who it was. I saw a guy and a girl on skirt below knees and her head covered with scarf. They were both with Bible. I didn't say a word to them even after they greeted; I knew they would ask if I mind them coming in. It's not my room. Not my calling. So I turned back reporting to Ada who they were and if she minded them coming in. Positive!

"Good evening brother, we are legionaries from the school chaplaincy, we would love to spend some time with you discussing the Good news." They introduced.

"Okay, you are welcome." I ushered them in.

"But I hope you wouldn't spend hours here" I queried.

"We'd be brief" The lady answered as they stepped into the room.

They started off with an opening prayer, then they asked we get our Bibles to participate fully, as they quoted a passage and flipped through their Bibles in unison. We obliged. Ada had only one Bible in her room, which she took and I used the GNT Bible app on my phone to read along.

After the reading came the preaching.

"The world will surely come to an end, but how soon doesn't matter... The day you die is the day your world ends. You shouldn't live in sin as though you were guaranteed of tomorrow... Repent today, tomorrow maybe too late..." They continued preaching.

I felt uneasy by their words. I knew they were speaking the truth. Their words came piercing into my heart like sharp arrows. I wanted to leave. Just then my phone chimed. Who was calling?

Stephanie.

I went out of the room, walked down the hallway, far enough for no one in Ada's room to eavesdrop on my conversation.

"Hello baby, what's up, are you home?" I said over the phone, thinking the postponed match had finally been fixed.

"No dear that's why I called. I called to inform you that I will be attending charismatic meeting today, Chioma coerced me..." She explained.

Hearing the word "charismatic" I knew show was over.
Then she dropped the bombshell.

"So I don't think we can see again"

I was dumbfounded. What has taken over Stephanie? Did she visit the chapel? Did she meet a priest? confession?... Well I shrugged off the thoughts.

Back into Joy's room, the preaching session was still on.

"Brethren, immoral life doesn't pay... The more you sin, the farther you are away from grace... "

I managed to stay until the end when they said their concluding prayer and left; I also left for my hostel shortly after.

The time was 6:50 PM, the Sun was already at the finish line of its 12hours long relay race, the Moon stood at the other end of the sky waiting to receive the baton.

My room was dimly lit, by the twilight. Thank goodness I had packed my things earlier on. I just lay on the bed, switched on my data and checked my social media apps.
As if I had not seen enough surprises, what I saw on bbm stung my consciousness.
I checked my bbm feeds page and it happened that Ada updated her status some minutes ago. Her status read:

"Live at the adoration ground. Heavenly race is PH"

By "PH" she meant per head and she added some smileys that expressed her feelings - she was happy.

I switched off my data, lay on my bed again in reminiscent of the day's event - it seemed like a movie. More like a food for thought.
The problem is how long would it take to digest.




THE END.

Sheikwonder:
You do not write badly... I was a bit enthralled after reading.

If you are looking for praise,you definitely have mine...good stuff...

That said,my critique of your work.

-I think I prefer this to 3000AD.That may be in part because I'm not a fan of sci-fi.

-Like your other work however,you are guilty of misplaced tenses.If you are going to write in past tense,stick with it all the way.Don't waver between tenses.

-Use of colloqualism is forbidden except in reported speech.Avoid them like the plague to wit: 'abi','shey','nko' etc Except you are trying to name something local,it is best you stick with a generic name.

-The apt word for a man who has prowess in bedding women is 'Stallion',not Horse.

-Don't derail your story,not everyone knows who Robben or Guardiola is,there are better comparisons you can use.

-Don't insult the reader by trying to explain every detail.You obviously love football,but by trying to explain Ada's condition using football cliches,you belittle the reader..

Done!

Fembleez1:
Love the way you write; quite impressive. But if you have 3 things or situations, you don't fall or face dilemma: it's actually trilemma.






Your_in_pen.






Be waiting for further updates.

Fembleez1:
Boss Nuges11. I bow before thee sir!

Nuges11:


I reciprocate the bow sir.