Happy New Month... fam.

My God! It's been 2 years plus since my last post here! Time flies indeed.

I had it in me to finish this tale but a lot of things beyond my control has held me back. I apologise for my failed promises and I'm still apologising for what is to come.

I checked through the literature section currently, and realised that things aren't what they used to be anymore. I mean gone were the days where interesting, well written tales of fiction graced the front page of this site. I don't know about you guys, but I haven't witnessed that in a while. That clearly shows the state of this section currently.

And it's not the fault of the readers but the writers. Many of us left our stories unfinished, and unfortunately, despite my promises, I have also joined that elite club.

It's very sad.

There's a Ray of hope though, as I have now decided to return.

It won't be with this story though as my fingers always fail me whenever I intend to type. Anita's sudden and painful demise still hurts like it happened just yesterday. I can't just bring myself to write about her. I just can't!

I am really sorry.

But I will make it to you guys with another tale of choices. I plan to start before the end of the year.

Honestly, life needs to return to this section and I would like to add my quota.

Anticipate folks!!

... I don't even know where to start as far as apologies goes....

...I resumed school, had to adapt, prepare for things I didn't plan for and then run a full academic calendar year in a few months.... Everything has been crazy...

I have been getting messages about starting the next wolf installment, but there is this story still lingering and a promise to complete it yet redeemed.

I will drop pages of new content here in a few days time while I work on the other book.

I appreciate your patience and I promise that it would be worthwhile.

Happy New Month folks.

Good morning my lovely readers How una dey? Are you guys missing Madam Anita?

... Alright, first things first, I have to apologise for my long absence, it wasn't planned. I wanted to take a break to sort out a few things but events just kept spilling over and over, and of course, I had my own personal struggles to do with as well.

You know what; I will hit you with the big news: Anita died early this year and as much as I didn't want to affect me as she really messed up my life, her death still hurts. It still cuts through my heart everytime I see a tall woman. It's hard to watch anything these days, especially romantic movies, as all I see is her. E dey pain me oh.

Also, I have been planning a lot of things since it's obvious that I will be losing a full academic year because of covid-19. A lot of ideas are floating in my head but time is against me now but I intend to finish this particular series nonetheless. I will advise you guys to read the previous pages because soon all you will see here will be empty pages.

I apologise to those that have already paid for the book but haven't gotten the completed version yet. Please oh, bear with me as it has been tough writing this book. Her death was a shocker to me and the very reason why we've to appreciate Life and be grateful to God for each day we wake up.

Watch this space guys cos I will be back.

Merry Christmas to everyone guys

dawno2008:
Oga solo happy new month

Oh how lovely!

Thanks bro for the wishes. I welcome you also to the second half of the year and I know that surely, we will all be here to congratulate each other at the end of the year. God bless you and every reader here.

Oh dear, where do I even start?

.... Alright, here's the thing: A lot has happened and still continues to. I am not going to lie; my life changed completely earlier his year. It was a complete turnaround from the plans I had set to accomplish this year and I have been struggling to adapt and balance things.

... Something came up that I didn't plan for at all and I am paying for that lack of planning. Hopefully, I will share this story sometime on this forum. I am not abandoning the story but I ask for your patience until I have gotten the basics right. Hopefully, the break won't be long and your favourite writer will be back.

... As for those that have already paid for the story, I apologize for the breaks but I will do my best to send updates, although it might not be as timely as before.

... Thanks for your comments and worrying posts, I appreciate them. I will be back guys, I promise.

Stay safe guys. Love you all.

oloyedprince1:
Nice update, Mr solo.... Till wen should we be expecting next update

Updated already bro.

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Chapter 32 -- 04

She texted me that night, trying hard to get us to move past her aggressive show of love, in her own way of saying that she cares or something. All of my efforts to get her to see how much she hurt me with her words and actions was futile. In her words, she was only responding in like manner to how I had laid out my thoughts and feelings. She had called me cold, or my actions actually, but it was pointless arguing with her. She was always right; it was something I had always known but the thought of having those long legs on my shoulders while I drove in and out of her made me turn my eyes from the truth.

She started the chat and ended it as usual. Every one of her recent actions have tugged at me fiercely but somehow, I have kept the urge to lay my mind on her. It was no longer news that I wasn't in the steering wheel of this relationship of ours, maybe I have never been, but with my little interaction with Debbie the past few months, I have realized how lonely I really am. I couldn't have anything with Debbie as much as I wanted; she was a no-go area for me. She was a beautiful woman, the kind that folks now term as slimthick, as in, she was perfect in what I wanted physically in a woman, unfortunately, character and other vices have made things impossible for us.

Anita on the other hand has countless red flags but despite that, for now, she was the only person I could actually be with. She seem lonely and I felt her aggressive behavior this was her own way of trying to reach out to me – reach out to someone. Perhaps, she didn't know how to deal with jealousy, criticism ( that much was fun), being unable to have her way and every other vices. Yeah, it felt like I was finding excuses for her desire to show her Choleric side even when it wasn't needed. That act of hers destroys things, perhaps, I should let her know; but should I? I needed her for the sex as something had awakened in me after tasting what the act was all about. It was a life-changing experience for me yet doing it with her again have been at the back of my mind for a while because of a lot of factors, including her behavior.

Perhaps, I am lying to myself. In truth, playing around with Debbie has reduced the urge to be with Anita sexually. After all, once ejaculation has been achieved, the work has been done. Psychologically; wanking and actual coital sex are two different things but they do bring about the same results. But I have desired the latter for so long and after getting it so easily from a woman just because she has some unexplained feelings for me has made it my favourite.

So, I will definitely stick with Anita for the time being since Debbie is not feasible, until I resume school and then I pick who I want for a future partner amongst the thousands of girls in the university.

Checking Twitter came to my mind and after deliberating for a while, I finally decided to do that and lo and behold, I found nothing. Nothing at all; not even a single text from Debbie. It wasn't that she hasn't been active as her tweets and retweets shows that she has been tapping away recently, making jokes and adding her voice with the trends popular at the moment. But she refused to send me any message and after going through her tweets and replies, there was also nothing referring to me or what I did to her. Nothing at all.

"God bless my husband and my family," wasn't something she tweets regularly but one that has one been pinned on her profile not too long ago. Her husband doesn't tweet and I am sure doesn't understand what that entails, so the aim wasn't her trying to be romantic to a man who couldn't read what she had written or to people who do not know the identity of her husband; No, the message was aimed to mock me.

She was trying to make it seem like I was never going to come between her and her husband; that I was never going to measure to her precious husband whom she had been mocking and dragged in the most derogatory way after I had given her the business down below.

Suddenly, he was now a good husband and that God should bless him after I had said that we couldn't be together as much as she wished for it. This woman was hilarious. She deliberately pinned that message on her profile with a silly picture of another family but not hers. She wanted me to see it but if she thinks for one second that was going to hurt me then she must be a joker.


If anything, I will be glad that she has now seen reason and realize that being with me at the present was impossible. She should stick with her man and yes, God has to bless him really well for him to be able to take adequate care of two wives. She was right in that statement and I sent an "Amen" to that statement just to spite her. Maybe I shouldn't have done that but I just wanted her to know that I understood what message she was trying to pass across. The feeling to do that couldn't be ignored.

I slept off and went off to work the next day. Work was fine with the kids; madam didn't show up that day but she wouldn't be missed any way; the kids had fun that day since it was Friday; right from the beginning of lesson which was more than an hour playing around on the assembly ground doing sporting activities to regular exercises which most of us – men – partook in, to board games at the tail end of lesson. It was mighty fun and a great way to forget some of the things bothering my mind.

I returned to work after my kids left. It was my work and not that of anyone else. It was while I was at this I realized that Anita asked me to do something for her before I travelled and it has slipped out of my mind completely. She had sent a PDF to me containing some new rules she was trying to put in place in her classroom for the new students. I had promised that I would look into it but didn't really think about it because as at that time, my mind was only on the fact that Anita was upset with me not telling her about my intended travel.

I was annoyed that she wouldn't be with me or even if I give me a kiss, not even a peck and of course I had an examination coming up that I wasn't really prepared for. The drama after the examination didn't help matters at all. Mr. Kunle discussing about new class rules with Jenny at the next class. It was then I remembered and quickly brought out a spare cardboard to start her work as soon as possible before she remembers my matter. I didn't want any dramas or provocations before I do what I didn't want to.

There was so much provocations I could take. So much.

Actually, I didn't have a spare cardboard but she asked me to help out and I promised to do that. It was my word and integrity at stake.

"Mr. Alex, how far?" Jenny asked just as I was marking my working space on the cardboard. Oh boy! I was yet to even mark her own cardboards at all.

"Work is fine but I haven't even started yet." I responded and she frowned at that. She didn't reply me but went forward to check her work and see for herself that indeed I was yet to begin a thing. She didn't like that; her look was all I needed to know that.

"Mr. Alex, you promised to help out and you haven't even started yet. Why?" She asked in an annoyed tone that reeked of disappointment and irritating entitlement. I only promised to help out, not that she was paying me for it. I didn't like that tone one bit.

"I promised to help and I will, but not now. I have a lot of work on my desk at the moment so things are a bit slow. Relax." I tried to calm things down but even at that, her scowl never left her face. She was still very pissed. Some women were just annoying to say the least; give them a finger and they will later demand for the whole arm.

"I understand but I really need this work as soon as possible." She murmured, after which she took her own cardboards, placed them on the desk next to my work table. She didn't say anything or do anything after that but the message clear; she wanted me to focus on her own work and leave what I was doing.

I just chuckled at her reaction as I wondered just how I was going to react to her childish behavior.

I was still contemplating as I stared at her work when my classroom door was pulled opened. Anita walked in majestically like she owned the school. She curtailed her flamboyant act which was supposed to be directed at me. She was definitely not expecting to meet someone else in my classroom. The arrogant look in her face melted to a genuine smile when she saw Jenny. She actually liked the shorter woman.

"Ms. Jenny, how is work going?" The taller female asked as they got into their usual female back and forth while I tried to balance things. I moved to Jenny's work desk and started marking the work spaces on her cardboards.

"Mr. Alex, how is it going with my work?" She asked when she saw me working on a cardboard. I couldn't be sure that was the reason why she was here but since there was a third party in our midst, she had to improvise and asking about her work was the best way to do that.

"I am still working on it." I replied, not bothering to look her way. She didn't answer me and I didn't see look at what she was doing as facing my work was my priority at that point.

"Is this cardboard for my work?" She asked and I looked her way to see what she was talking about. I shivered and cursed myself the moment I saw her with my phone.

Shit!

I had completely forgotten about the fact I had placed my phone on her cardboard. The phone screen doesn't go off except when I press the power button so she must have seen the PDF she sent me on my screen and recognize that cardboard to be ours. Our question was just rhetoric.

"Um, I have been preoccupied with a lot of work...."

"Who owns the ones you are working on?" She asked, cutting me off. Her face already changing expression.

"Oh, it's mine. I asked Mr. Alex to help me out with a few things. It seems like you did as well." Jenny answered for me as a good friend would but all she did was ignite a flaming rage as I saw how Anita snarled, her nose flaring when she heard those words and started coming my way.

I thought she was going to hit me or something but no; she walked to where I was working and flipped the desk and the contents on it to the ground. I was shocked at her display of rage and so was Jenny who screamed, "Ms. Anita!"

Oh boy, what mess have I caused now. Two Cholerics at each other's throats with me in the middle was surely a recipe for disaster. What a way to start the weekend.

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Chapter 32 -- 03

"Huh?" Bola asked, just as I realized the meaning my words had carried.

"I might have an idea why she acts that way towards people sometimes, although it is just a thought, not fact," I explained calmly, not giving way to my heart that was pounding inside my chest. Explaining myself in another manner would have surely made her suspicious of me.

"No, she is always like that to everyone. She has nearly argued tensely with everyone since I resumed here and I don't hear the best of her either. She has a problem while she thinks it's us." Bola said while I just simply nodded, happy within me that she didn't ask more questions about my previous comment but I decided to keep mute before I exposed myself even further in my desire to defend her.

We took the next turn that leads to our workplace and just then, Madam and her husband walked past. They were jogging and putting on wears to match that; her husband had a regular shirt on and jogging pants but the same outfit, even though it was casual and not the regular kit for that business, certainly didn't look regular on his wife. We greeted them just as they jogged past us and I used about two seconds of my time to watch as Madam's big butt shook and vibrated on every step she took. Damn, what that woman lacked in her face, she made up with her height and wide hips. Her husband really found a jewel in her.

I hailed the old man at the gate, signed in and went up to my classroom, after deciding against going to see the aggrieved Anita. I started work from where I stopped the last time I was there and soon forgot about anything women.
"Mr. Alex; good morning." I heard the melodious voice of Ms. Jenny say behind me and I turned back to answer her.

"Good morning, Ms. Jenny," I responded with a smile on my face. I looked down at her short form and saw her with a few cardboards but didn't think of it as anything.

"How was the weekend?" She asked, now smiling at me as well while looking at my work table.

"It went well; how was yours?" I replied.

"It was restful." She answered with a smile.

"Uhm, Mr. Alex, if I won't be asking too much of two, I will like you to help me with a few things. Please." She requested with a pleading look, one in which it was usually hard to say na to.

I simply nodded at her and she then moved to another free table after then. She played one of the two cardboards she must have gotten from Madame's office on the table and hurried back to her classroom to bring in two textbooks.

"I know you are a good artist, so this will be a walkover for you." She began with her manipulative speech already, acting like I was so dumb I couldn't see through what she was trying to do. I nodded at her, wondering why women were nearly the same in this particular act; always ever ready to use sweet words to boast the ego of a man and got what they wanted done.

"The first one is helping me draw the common traffic signs, about eight of them. While the other is just replicating these same signs of the grammar here: Clauses and parts of speech." She finished and I just shook my head.

"I know it's a lot and you must have something you are working on already, but please can you help me?" She quickly asked before I could say anything else. I just chuckled at the woman; she was really difficult to say no to and quite manipulative when she wanted to me, even though she looked so innocent.

"Well, I have a ton of work on my hands at the moment but I will find time for your request; I just need time." I said, looking at her in the eyes.

"Well, if that "time" can be as soon as possible, then I am fine with it." She said with a smile and I just nodded at her.
"Let me leave you with your work." She said just as my kids came to the class.

I had another child start as well on that very day, bringing my class number to a huge three. Teaching that day was fun until it was time for the kids to have another skill training in photography. I was responsible for that and I honestly had no problems doing that, just that I wasn't sure it was the right skill set for the kids right now.

The class would be holding in the biggest classroom in the school – my former classroom – so, I got my things and went upstairs. Madam had promised me her personal digital camera but I wanted to start of with one they were already used to – the phone camera.

I expected the turnout of the kids, not because I was that popular with them or anything, but because this was something they were actually used to but didn't quite understand how the process worked. Besides, there was going to be a practical kind of lesson, which was something that gets kids off the hook.

I was expecting all that as I got into the business of the day, I saw Anita walk in. I didn't expect to see her and that just took the wind out of me; I got myself back quickly and really hoped some of the other teachers involved didn't my reaction to her entrance. It wasn't that I couldn't hide my feelings but I just wasn't expecting her to be a part of the lesson. It was well known that she doesn't ever come to meetings she had no business in and so I had to wonder if she was here for solidarity or here to taunt me.

I returned to teaching as I laid out the major parts of a camera and their functions. It was a short note since most of the teachings would be more practical than theory. Questions were asked before we finally moved to the hallmark of the lesson: playing with a phone camera.

I asked for teachers phones, a few of them, about four in number, Anita inclusive. It was a bit weird collecting her phone from her as she just gave it to me without drama but ignored Mrs. Rachel who asked for the phone before I finally did. I didn't want to put too much into that little scene, but I thought it was a way of saying we still have something and she wasn't going anywhere just yet.

I soon forgot about the weird woman and faced my lesson. Most of the kids knew how to go to the phone's camera but had little or no clue why placing their fore finger tip on a floating circle right on the screen took a photograph the next second. It was something that they had seen their elder ones do and just mimicked.

They were surprised when I asked for the phones, requested that they stood on their feet and put them into five groups with a senior as their leader. I asked for permission from the teachers to pull their phones apart and got nothing as much as a rebuke from them. All I got from them was a nod but an amusing look on Anita, wondering what else I had in mind.

I asked the leaders in each group to pull the back cover of the phone off, and then wait for further instructions. They did that and I asked that they look at the external camera part of the device and tell me what they saw. Each gave different descriptions of what they could see. The descriptions weren't uniform because each phone wasn't by the same manufacturer, and even if they were, it wasn't the same model.

Some of the phones had a single camera set-up with just a flash, others had the latest trend of two cameras and twin flash. One camera for colour and the other for black and white. When I announced that to the kids, they were like, "wow! so, a phone can use two cameras at the same time?"

That sort of freaked them out, and they were really eager to see how that worked but I decided to call it a day at that. We still had two more classes, so they was plenty of time to teach them about the mechanisms of digital photography and then, actually take pictures with them. They were sad at the news, but I was happy that I had gotten them so excited for the next class.

I collected the phones back from them and returned them back to their owners. At the time I did that, Anita was resting her head on the table; I didn't want to wake her so I just placed her mobile device next to her head and went about marking the short notes I wrote on the board. After that, I bidded them good bye as they left the class in wake of the closing bell.

"You were not playing around with the double camera set-up, were you?" Mrs. Rachel asked as she got up to leave for her classroom.

"No. It's the new system now, although there are rumours that from next year, it will go up to three camera system. Technology keeps getting better by the day; there's no stopping the white man from improving on what he's already achieved." I said with no ulterior motive in mind. Mrs. Rachel left after that little exchange, leaving me with Mr. Kunle and a sleeping Anita.

"Are you sure this two phone camera system isn't a gimmick for those white men to make people buy their phones?" He asked, still not convinced about the differences between both camera system.

"You guys sef, una dey always doubt something." I began with my reply, already getting tired of the questions of these camera system.

"Well, recently, phone cameras have been getting better and better, and now a few of the ones on flagships can compete with a standard digital camera but there are few areas where the latter trumps the former. In taking portraits, for instance, where you want just the focus on the object you want to take but want everything blurry. It's been difficult doing that with a phone camera until recently but now it's possible to take such stunning portraits. Although, the results ranges from camera to camera, depending on the manufacturer." I explained as basic as I could, and even showing him a few pictures captured by a phone with such capabilities and he was really wowed.

"Yes oh, these white guys are something else." I commented.

"Why not drool while you are it." I heard Anita say bitterly, which shocked me because I thought she was asleep.

"How do you mean?" Kunle asked with a tone of annoyance in his voice before I could get my tongue to start working.

"Oh, not you. I was referring to Mr. White men worshipper here." She answered, with a glare shot my way.

"White worship? How does that have to do with phone cameras?" I asked, completely lost at what she was getting at.

"You kept praising the white men for their work in creating a common device as a phone. Are other nationalities not involved in making these devices as well? What about the Asians: the Japanese; the Chinese; the Taiwanese; the Indians; the South Koreans and so on. They make wonderful devices as well, even their flagships are up with the very best the white have to offer, yet you make it seem like the whites are behind everything incredible in science and technology." She said with such bitterness like she had something against me before.

"What? Where did this come from?" I scoffed, embarrassed at her show of unsolicited anger.

"No where really, I am irritated at your display of inferiority complex." She said without mincing words, making my nervousness turn to anger within a second.

"Inferiority complex? Where did that come from? When I mentioned "whites" I was referring to phone manufacturers in general. I mean how many black phones manufacturers do you know? I was just being generic as far as smart phone production was concerned. How does that have to do with drooling for my white masters? What sort of provoking statement is that?" I asked, raising my voice a little at the end of my statement.

"My statement was justified; you should have been specific with your words. I only reacted to what you said Initially." That was her apology and she got up and left after. Proud and arrogant in every way. Obnoxious and Odious....

"It's okay, calm down." Kunle put a hand on my back to put my emotions in check because I honestly didn't know what I was going to do as I watched her walk away 'cos I was really damn pissed.

Lord, this woman just knew how to make me lose it!

I swallowed my anger as I listened to Kunle try to defend Anita's rude behaviour. If I didn't know better, I would have thought he had something to do with her. I just nodded for to get him to leave 'cos he was irritating me with his "respect a woman" nonsense.

Respect a woman who has zero respect for any male she was working with. Well, fvck her.

I went back to work and continued with my designs for the forthcoming session. I was nearly done for the day, deciding to sign out after Jenny said her goodbye. I was going through my main desk, looking for glue when I saw Anita's tablet. I was shocked, wondering how she left it and didn't come back for it. She nearly never left her classroom without it..

Surely, she must have left it intensionally.

I decided to indulge further in her sick games for that day and found my way to her office. I found her sipping her favourite drink in Pepsi, doing absolutely nothing other than pressing her phone. She was absolutely expecting me; she damn knew I would come.

"You forgot your tablet?" I asked rather than state it.

"Are those your reasons for wanting to leave?" She threw a question at me without acknowledging my good service of bringing back her tablet.

"Reasons for what?" I asked, frowning at her.

"Wanting space?" She mocked me in the most provoking manner she could.

"Yeah." I answered without thinking.

"Okay, then I don't buy into it." She said in a serious tone.

"I am sorry; you don't buy into what?" I asked, not really getting her point.

"I don't buy into getting your space and all that. Your reasons aren't sufficient enough. For me, we are still together." She said like she was the man in the relationship

She doesn't buy into my reasons?
"How dare you?" I blurted out from rage rather than reason.

"You gave your reasons and that was my response." She replied calmly, slowing sipping her damn drink. No smiles, no serious expression on her face.

I just stared back at her wondering where to start with this woman then I decided to leave for the time being. She has had me in her pockets for a while and now she was showing who was boss. Tackling her where we worked, where I ate from, wasn't the wisest thing to do. But I know for sure now that Anita wasn't going out without a fight and I didn't want to be dragged into that right here.

I will just have go with her for now. It's the smart thing to do

sunkieisland:
oga solomonbrown64, no leave guys hanging now.


I have been checking this thread for a few days now to see any updates

No vex bro, update dropping today.

Ibunkun1:
Mr Solo, hope all is well?

I am well bro; I just had to face some other stuffs. Thanks for the vote of confidence.

... Good morning folks, how Y'all doing?

I know some of are you, if not all, are mad with me for promising and failing to do what I have said. I want to let you know that it hurts me as much as it hurts you too that I am unable to fulfill whatever promise I put into writing or words. I find it as a stain on my integrity.

I am have been absent because I was facing a few things, especially writing a new installment of The Last Wolf Series. It was an impromptu decision made due to the demands of buyers for the story. I had to place Choices on hold for that and I apologize for keeping y'all on suspense before making that decision. Abeg, make una no vex.

There are readers who have paid for this particular installment of Choices; I want to use this platform to apologize for not fulfilling my end of the deal. A lot of factors contributed to that but I promise that things will change from now on.

I want to appreciate the few posters here who vouched for me and those that didn't. In the end, it's all about knowing your writer's character.

I DON'T ABANDON STORIES AND I DO NOT CARE ABOUT VIEWS OR TALES OF LEAVING MY READERS SUNDRY TO CREATE SUSPENSE AS OTHER WRITERS HERE TEND TO DO. MY WORK HAS ENOUGH OF THAT.

Updates will resume before six in the evening. Have a lovely weekend, folks.

.... Hey guys, I wanted to post an Update later today but I have decided to do that tomorrow so it will be possible for me to add more content. So, till tomorrow guys.

....I appreciate the kind words, Goalnaldo. I expect to see more of your comments.

Stay safe guys.

Ibunkun1:


Thanks boss. Good afternoon

Good evening bro. Update is ready.

YINKS89:
I sight u

Lol .... Na xo bro.

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Chapter 32 – 02

If someone had told me that I would be given the Destiny Etiko's treatment, in terms of a
altercations between girlfriend and boyfriend, I would have laughed. I would have told the person that I do not date street women or I would never be found dead with one who speaks the blue language as far as the Nigerian society was concerned.

Being in such a situation was something unheard of me but I had not only swayed from what my sexual attraction was all about, I had to do with a thoroughly bred street woman and now, that decision have come to hunt me. I fooled myself thinking that I could tame a street wise woman who was half a decade older than I was. I thought I was smart then, didn't know I was just finishing what had begun in my father's house. The same pattern of scene taking place again. Plain Déjà vu.

I won't find a woman attractive or mildly attractive at first but when she keeps coming on to me, and if she happens to be my type, I will just naturally become attracted too and might even become more invested in the relationship later on. I used to find it ego boosting and even delighted when women came for me, because I couldn't name with my fingers the number of girls I had ever walked to and wowed before.

In retrospect, my feeling of delight was gratified in the sense that majority of the women after me – whose green lights were so visible I couldn't miss – were actually hot. But just as they say, not every fresh apple that falls drops from the tree is yours. Yes, Debbie might have come after me in her own way but despite her dark beauty and appeasing physique, she wasn't someone I should have had any romantic feelings with even from afar. She wasn't damaged goods but someone not in my kind of social circle.

I might love a little bit of drama sometimes but not this. And it wasn't something that was hidden, rather, it was a well known fact that Debbie was the bringer of that. Embarrassing situations such as this where I would be pulled, harassed; both physically and verbally, wasn't what I ever wanted to experience.

But how do you handle a seemingly crazy woman whose emotions have completely put aside any sense of shame in her. Truly, she was never ashamed when in a fight. All decorum and courtesy goes out the window when alterations occur, and most street women were like that, Debbie inclusive. I just didn't believe it would ever happen to me, especially because I refused to sleep with her rather than break up with her.

It was a peculiar problem and one that I didn't have a solution to as there was no previous experience to draw from.

I couldn't scream at her too because that would only make things worse. Despite the fact that where we were was basically empty, people still passed through the bridge not too far from where we were and of course, houses were close by. I didn't trust Debbie to be sensible enough not to throw me to Hot guys who wanted to impress one of their own. She could do it as payback for the break-up.

I must do something and fast.

"Stop sulking and throwing tantrums like a child," I began, while holding on to her hands, stopping her from taking her top off.

"Ma so Oyinbo, e mo kan kan (You don't anything, continue speaking English)" She said back at me, still very much defiant.
"Honestly, you lose every sense of reason in that head of yours the moment you are angry," I continued, without caring for her feelings. She didn't like what I had said and showed it by using every strength to get away from my hold. She was like a woman possessed, definitely not the woman I have been chatting with lately.

"As much as you hate me and want to embarrass and probably force me to have your way, don't you realize that someone who knows us can find us here? Johnson smokes not too far away from hery, and Z-place is barely three minutes from this spot too. You might be ready to disgrace me but are you ready to be dished the same treatment the next day when Daddy Michael sends you packing from his home with little or no benefit!" I nearly screamed my last words at her and she stopped struggling after that. She still glared at me alright, the moon light casting her crazed-looking face but she stopped with the noise and struggle as realization reached home. Getting caught here would be worse for her than me because she was supposedly a wife to someone else.

She pulled away from me with so much force that I had to let go unless she would have pulled us both to the ground if I didn't let go.
She succeeded in her attempt and got free but while I was expecting her to continue with pulling down her clothes, she surprised me by going over to the bench, took her discarded wrapper and wore it around her instead. Her recent actions confused me and I wondered what was actually going on here.

"Debbie---" I started but she hissed loudly at me calling her name.

"You are a sorry excuse of a man. Arindin gan ni e" She cursed at me.

"I will get you for playing with me; I promise," She vowed, pushed me aside as she walked past even though the space was big enough for us to pass through. I couldn't make sense of what she did and I wondered what she meant by what she had said. Why the sudden decision to go on with her desire to bed me against my wish? I asked as I watched the pained woman walk away. Her outbursts, which were random, just showed the sort of crazy this woman could pull off and the same time, her sudden calmness to issue those threats had me really worried.

This woman could go diabolical and had every reason to go through that route to hurt me if she so desired as I wasn't anything more than a playmate to her. Perhaps, I had exaggerated my importance in her life but hearing her wailing and demanding sex as the only thing the moment I mentioned the break-up showed what she really thought of me. Her roll with me had never really been about friendship but to get someone she actually liked to bang her. It was nothing more than sex and here I was thinking about something else.

Her tales about her partner might be true but she had definitely used that to loosen me up and my ego was stroked enough to carry out her desires. Toto licker, she had called me in the most derogatory manner. Imagine the sort of shame and embarrassment that would have befallen me if people had been around when she uttered that. I couldn't even imagine the disgust in their faces as they look in my direction wondering the man that would so such a thing.

Cunnilingus wasn't an action common in the streets and that tag would have been something that would have dented my image in that neighborhood forever. I had expected and trusted Debbie to be discrete about our shared actions but she has shown the sort of person she was beneath that facade of being a victim.

Her threats could either be mild or to the extreme but one thing I was grateful for in all of this was that I didn't let myself to be used by someone else. I will just have to be careful from now on.

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I waited for the usual thirty minutes before heading back home. I got home to see people outside but Debbie wasn't among them, neither were her kids. I knew then that shitt was real and I had to be extra careful from then on. I got into my room and collapsed to the bed wondering if my decisions were valid. I knew I had to clear my mind and focus on what was important but maybe my way around hadn't been the best approach. Regardless, it had to be done and I was glad I did what I had done. I slept off a fulfilled man.

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I woke up the next day and started preparing for work. I met Debbie at the backyard washing clothes but she acted like I wasn't around. And I also noticed that she wasn't putting her clothes on my line; she was ignoring it and placing them elsewhere. I thought it was childish as it only meant that Ay would make use of her opportunity once she gets to know. I ignored her too and continued to the bathroom but her actions showed clearly that this woman was dangerous and I had to be weary of her.

I left for work putting aside Debbie and thinking of what I would teach my kids today in the entrepreneurship segment. I wonder what kids under the age of 11 had to do with being entrepreneurs.

"Brother Alex," I heard and turned to see Bola, who was Mercy's assistant and the latest worker in the school. She had barely been here for two months but we got along well when we saw each other.

"Sister Bola, what's up na?" I asked and she chuckled at that, hitting my left bicep after strolling over to my side. I found that odd because we weren't particularly close like that, just small talks here and there.

"Hmm, this one that you are already punching me this morning, am I safe?" I asked and she snickered at my joke, trying hard not to laugh but failing.

Bola was easy to play around with and it was like that because we were nearly age mates. She was nineteen or twenty and after finishing her OND, decided to work here for whatever reasons. She had a degree anyway while I didn't even if I was older than she was; so, I respected her for that.

Was she attractive? Slim? Yes. Tall? Average. Endowment? Uhm, zero. Facially attractive? Average too. And oh, she was still battling pimples as she left her teenage years behind. She was definitely not my type but I liked her playful
behaviour, her childish voice and her hawk kind of nose. I really liked women with straight nose. She was actually cute in a way.

"Seriously, what's up? I heard you travelled for an examination somewhere in the south," She asked, seeking for more information and I wondered just how she knew when I didn't say anything to anyone except people I had called my friends.

"Word travels fast indeed," I trolled even though I didn't want to.

"Indeed." She agreed, completely oblivious to my irritation.

Anyway, we continued our chats as we walked towards the school. Things picked up as we got closer to the gate and in the middle of one of our laughing spree was when a bike passed and Anita was on it.

Shitt.

She disembarked from it, paid the driver, looked our way and shot me a disgusted look. She walked away after then but her message had been passed: she was shamed for me being with Bola.

"What have I ever done to that woman?" Bola asked in frustration after Anita shot us that look.

"Nothing you know about," I said without thinking as I stared at the tall woman walking steadily to work.

YINKS89:
Debbie has my vote... She sure know how to make a man forget his sorrows even though she get Choco for head.... Nice update bro keep it up

Baba Yinks, you have forgotten the golden rule about women: you can never be too sure of your woman. Check out today's update.

Ibunkun1:


No shaking boss.
Hmm, i can't really blame Alex though. the only thing i feel Alex is not doing right is driving those close to him away. I've experienced this exact feeling of disappointment in myself, for the same reason. I performed woefully beyond my expectation and I could only blame myself. I had expected my Dad and brother to fly off the tangent when i informed them about the result. But at the end of the day they were the ones that pulled me up, supported and encouraged me.
So I think the best thing for Alex is to open up and patiently wait for the results first before taking further steps. It's not too bad to hope

Yeah, I can been there too bro and just as you said, family came through even though I didn't want to let them know.

But for Alex, Dude has no one and his picky nature won't let him trust anyone to tell them and his pride won't let him discuss it with his "women" or mother. Dude has to just follow his instincts. He believes it's on him to do everything and be everything, if you get my drift. Let's see how that decision goes.

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Chapter 32

She put everything into that kiss, melting into my chest. It wasn't the kind of lustful kiss where we just wanted to eat each other out but rather the kind you just go at it slowly – subtly biting the lips when required, teasing the tongue with playful intentions, hot but enough not to scale up the flames of passion but just to keep it up. The kiss was Debbie telling me of how much she had missed me regardless of my stance that we shouldn't be together. The kiss spoke of her determination to see whatever was in her head as regards to whatever future she has in her there regarding us come to pass.

My body might have melted the moment she kissed me but my will didn't. I still had a purpose to fulfill here tonight, the kiss only made me to resolve to be more cautious with my delivery here, unlike how crude I had been with Anita earlier.

I gently pushed us aside since she didn't want to let go. It had only been a few days since our last rendezvous but her action made it seem like it was more than that. She pouted at me, which was her own sign of displeasure at what I just pulled and I chuckled at her childish act. I quickly held on to her hands as she set out to join us together again. I found her attitude a bit annoying and overly girly since she was a woman but I couldn't deny that I loved the feeling of being so desirable by a really good looking woman. It was ego boasting no doubt but at the same time, it surprised me completely.

I was never particularly observant about her romantic gestures with her husband as until a few months ago, she was persona non grata as far as I was concerned, but I know for a fact that I had never seen her this way with her present partner – not even when he away for long.

Another thing I observed was the kiss – the long soulful kiss – and I had to wonder when she learnt to kiss like that because she had never been that expressive with her kisses before now. This woman was surprising me as the days went by. Despite the amazing kiss and her obvious, contagious desire to be with me like a teenager seeing her crush again, it didn't stop the fact that I had bad news to deliver.

I led her a bit along the bridge and towards the now empty community school until I saw a long bench for sitting and led us to do sit on it. Debbie's demeanour had changed before we even sat down; she was smart to know that something was up with this strange act of mine as in all our time here, I had never brought us here. She had a worried look on her face and that made me feel bad about what I was about to do but it had to be done.

We had been silent since the kiss but when I tried to speak again, it suddenly felt like I had a lump in my throat. I had a lot to say but just couldn't seem to express them. Until now, I never really knew how much I really liked this woman. The feelings have been there but I just refused to acknowledge them.

Debbie's silence only made things worse as she patiently waited for me to get my acts together; it was a matured move by her but one that was tearing my heart as she did.

Why on earth was I suddenly emotional now? I came here with the right attitude to get these things away from me which I counted as distractions but now I am suddenly swelled up in emotion. Why?

"Debbie, why... Why are you..." I struggled to say anything.

"Why are you... Why are so unreasonable?" I blurted out but with difficulty and Debbie just raised one of her eyebrows in Dwayne Johnson's style, wondering what the fvck I was talking about. But, her silence to my question this time only brought out my worst.

"Why can't you see that some desires can never be true? It won't happen no matter how much we want it to!" I nearly screamed at her, now rising to my feet. But, in all of this, Debbie just kept staring at me with a blank mask on her face. Her posture, her stance, and silence just had me looking like a child throwing tantrums. That was annoying.

Fine, she wants to seem oblivious to my questions, then I will speak it out plainly.

"Debbie," I began, staring into her eyes as I had no more fvcks to give. Her silence and attitude had brought me down to this level.

"... I want whatever between us to end. I can't continue to be with you and be with another woman too at the same time. At this present stage of my life, juggling two women shouldn't be on my priority list at all. Things have taken a different turn the last few weeks and I know it has become difficult for us to just go back to how we used to be but continuing to pretend to go on isn't the better option either. I am working towards a future and I am sorry but I don't see you it now." I barely finished before Debbie came at me.

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"That Toto wey you lick, you go unlick am today!" She yelled yet again as she struggled with me while I looked around to see if her screams had gathered attention.

We had been like that for a while since the moment I was done with my speech. Her face and demeanor had remained the same until I mentioned that I didn't see her in my future and she literally became a monster.

She attacked me viciously and with harmful intent, going for my shirt first. I shook out of my initial shock at her lunge and blocked her attempt to get my shirt but that allowed her to take another swing at me, I blocked half of the attempt but the fingers in one of her hand brushed my face and I instantly felt the sting around the back of my neck.

I soon realized that the mad woman had scratched me with her long artificial nails.

"I warned you before that you will finish what you started but you wanted to show me what Baba Michael cannot do, abi? Now, you don change mouth. You are not going anywhere, it's me and you today!" She screamed, hitting me with any free part of her body as I had her hands in my grasp but I wish I could just seal her mouth, especially when she started talking about "unlicking toto." That was just plain embarrassing.

I didn't expect her outburst or anything of this sorts from her but seriously what was I thinking? That a street woman would be as civilized as Anita? Christ, I can be so naive!

"You better shut your mouth before you expose the both of us, you mad woman!" I said out of fear more than anger but it got the desired result as she pulled her hands from my hold, literally tried to slap with her left palm after but I stopped her but I wasn't fast enough to stop the punch to my face, that landed on my lips, splitting it immediately. I pushed her away from with more force than necessary. She landed on her butt but didn't bother trying to stand up, preferring to thrash out her pain on the sandy ground.

The mad woman had assaulted me! I was mad but I refrained from laying my hands on her because she wasn't my woman.

Damn! Do every disappointment have to end up with violent inductions? I had always managed to keep that crazy violence of hers in check but not today. This was probably why Daddy Michael kept her in check with his belt and fist.

I was breathing hard as I tried to understand what had just happened. I swelled up in emotions so I might have been all over the place with my break-up speech but trying to damage me for someone else wasn't the right way around this. She was right about one thing though: there was no doubt that my ego had brought this upon me.

"Damn it!" I cursed as I felt the blood on my lips flowing slowly down my jaw. But despite her actions, her open pain touched me. Was this how Anita had felt when I bluntly told her I wanted a space earlier today?

Debbie had been open with her reactions, no pretense from her but what about Anita; how did she actually feel inside?

"You want to use me and dump me abi?" Debbie asked, going over to another narrative that was just as senseless as the "unlicking her Toto rants" as she stood on her feet.

"Use and dump you? How? If anything, I am the one losing more here because I gave more than I received," I tried to reason with the crazed woman but another lunge at me showed how impossible that would be with her.

"Ko ni da fu e (it will not be well with you)" She cursed at me when she couldn't have her way with further injuring me.

"So when you were using me to cure your konji, using my yansh and my mouth to get closure (did she just say closure?) You didn't know abi? You got your satisfaction but what about me? You selfish bastard! Did I ever get sex? Was I worthy of us to put your useless prick inside my sweet toto?"

Sweet toto? How did she know it was sweet?

I was having a dialogue with myself, zoning out and no longer hearing what she said after that but "you must finish your work with me oh" caught by me.

"You must fvck me well well so tay I go dey shout your name, you hear me?" She uttered with a completely crazed look on her face as she started taking off her clothes, beginning with her wrapper.

It was then I asked myself if she was actually mad that I broke up with her or because I had never slept with her?

I left that question unanswered as the mad woman continued to her top and it was then I knew shitt was real. This woman meant business. I had indeed taken more than I could chew. The home videos weren't playing around after all, they were indeed deranged woman out there who couldn't stand the thought of their romantic fantasies not coming to pass.
Unfortunately, I had played with one and now, the chicken had come to roast. Who send me message oh?