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She smiled briefly. ‘Not bad. It’s a good beginning.’

‘Yeah. And he paid five k for my transportation.’

‘That’s good of him.’

‘So, how’s is business here?’

‘Not bad,’ she said, ‘except we had to use police to arrest two guys.’

I was surprised. ‘What happened?’

‘Don’t mind them. What started as a little argument over the best football club in Europe soon degenerated into exchange of fisticuffs. Anyway,
that one is settled now.’

I sighed. Some men could be so funny. Imagine leaving your home and coming to a bar in a hotel, only to start a fight over the best football club
in Europe. Nonsense!



Two days after my first encounter with Mola, he called my line.

‘Hello. Am I on to Simi?’

I had already stored his number on my phone, so I knew who was calling.

‘Hello. Good morning, Mr. Koku.’

‘Good morning, dear Simi. How do you do?’

‘I’m fine, Mola. How ‘bout you?’

‘Fine. Can you meet me at that suite later tonight? Say by eight in the night? Come prepared as you’ll be sleeping overnight.’

‘That will be no problem, Mola. I’ll be there.’

‘That’s good of you. I’ll be expecting.’

He disconnected the line. Some minutes later, I told Tina about his call.

‘Wow, you’re moving up, big time now, Simi baby. Yes, make the best of it.’

I remained at work till six p.m. since I would soon be going out, it meant Tina would have to be around till late in the night. We discussed how to
go about it.

‘I’ll sleep in the office,’ she said. ‘If I should go to your apartment, seeing me coming there without you will cause suspicion, so I’ll sleep in the
office here.’

My mind went to Mrs. Shitta. If she got to know that I didn’t sleep in the house, she would be curious to know where I slept. Hey, my mind said,
I was an adult, for God’s sake. If she asked, or anybody asked, the simple answer would be that I slept in my boyfriend’s house. Was I not old
enough to have one?

Then I thought of Tina, too. I would have to give her some money to compensate her for the trouble. She had been a good friend all along. As a
matter of fact, I hardly saw her as my boss.

I got to the three-star hotel at Ikoyi at few minutes to eight and went straight to the reception where I asked after Mola.

The reception confirmed if he was expecting a visitor by the name Simi. The answer was in the affirmative. I went to his suite and rapped softly
at his door. His face broke into a smile when he saw me.

‘Oh, Simi, come in. I was just wondering if you would not be able to make it.’

‘If I would not come, I would tell you so,’ I pointed out.

He nodded and allowed me inside. He soon ordered for dinner. This time, he too took fried rice and chicken. As usual, the meal was sumptuous.

‘Tell me, you must be a graduate, right? What did you study?’ he asked as we ate.

‘Pharmacy,’ I replied simply.

He paused briefly. ‘Really?’

I nodded. ‘Yes.’ I chuckled. ‘But I end up as Assistant Business Manager in a hotel.’

He grinned. ‘Are you satisfied with your job?’

What a question! If I was satisfied, would I be coming to see and ‘service’ him?

‘Let’s just say it’s good enough to provide some basic things, and that’s not totally bad.’

We ate on. The taste was not as good as the last one I ate there, but still good enough for me to eat to my satisfaction.

‘How much do you earn there?’ he asked.

I sighed. Wait, had I come for an interview or what?

I told hm. I told him the truth.

‘That’s not much,’ he said. ‘See, Simi, I like you. I mean you strike me as a very intelligent lady. I want to make a proposal to you. I want you to work for me.’


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The sky look misty and cloudy
Looks like rain’s gonna fall today
This morning I have been soaked in mercy
Waiting for the rain to drop the water Lord

Oh Lord.ye
I’m a hungry man
And I don’t wanna be angry
Send down the rain
Water up my seed ye…
Send down the rain
Send down the rain
Send down the rain
Send down the rain

Everything in Life has got its time and season
So you don’t have to ask me why
You don’t expect to sow cassava
And reap up cocoyam
You don’t expect to sow rice
And reap up cassava
Whatever a man sows in this world

They must surely reap….
Those were the powerful lyrics of the evergreen song, “Send Down the Rain” that made Majek Fashek the toast of many lovers of reggae music across the world. It also set him apart from other iconic African singers.

The song, which was contained in his debut solo album “Prisoner of Conscience’ released in 1988, was symbolic in different ways. Most times it’s being played or performed on stage, the unusual thing happens- rain would come down from nowhere, and that mystic coincidence earned him the tag of, “a deity.”


Majek then was on top of his career, as everything was at his beck and call. Precisely, the 1980s was the defining point in the rainmaker’s career, which saw him playing alongside the likes of Ras Kimono, Amos McRoy and engaging in extensive tours with the Mandators before he left the Benin-based reggae group, Jastix to release the multiple-award winning album, Prisoner of Conscience, which he launched in 1988, at “Ozone night club”, Allen Avenue, Ikeja, Lagos. He opted for a solo career and almost immediately, he became the most celebrated reggae star in this part of the world. His song, “Send down the Rain”, was an instant hit, which won for him, six US-based PMAN Music Awards among others and put him on the world stage.


However, in the height of his “reign” in the music circle, he was widely known and addressed as “High priest who does not lie.” As he ruled the airwaves, the doors of almost every higher institution in the country were thrown open for him as “Yo yo yo yo papayo, send down the rain” was, without exaggeration, more popular than the national anthem on the lips of everyone. His shows then were always sold out, as fans would leave their homes as early as possible to catch a glimpse of the iconic singer performing on stage.


In those good old days, the rainmaker would mount the stage in red robes, military boots, with his two hands handcuffed. Of course, there was also a big bell which he rang as he ascended the stage, saying ‘Repent, for the kingdom of Jah is at hand…’

Undoubtedly, Majek was larger than life during the heydays of his career but he lost it after his ugly experience in America. He revered his late mother immensely and even composed a special track for her, ‘Mama De…De… Of Edo and Yoruba heritage’, Majekodunmi Fasheke, aka Majek Fashek, “despite all his shortcomings left his footprints on the sands of time.”

He was once on the label of Tabansi Records, where he left to sign to CBS Nigeria in the early 1990s, before he moved to Island Records’ Mango imprint, a label that was noted for marketing reggae internationally. His first album for the company included a cover version of Bob Marley’s “Redemption Song”. In 1990, he was signed to Interscope Records, an American label, and released ‘Spirit Of Love’, produced by “Little Steven” Van Zandt. Flame Tree hit the scene with The Best of Majek Fashek in 1994. He had released several albums for various labels, including “Rainmaker” for Tuff Gong (1997) and Little Patience for Coral (2004). However, in a manner that’s still shrouded in a mystery to his fans, the attendant euphoria of his rise to stardom was soon to become a mirage and history. Specifically after his successful deal with Interscope, his fortunes headed for the rocks as rumours spread like wild fire across the world that the rain maker was into hard drugs in America, where he relocated at some point in search of greener pastures.

While he disappeared from the music scene, his teeming fans expressed deep concern, regarding his whereabouts, as they also wondered what the ‘Rain maker’ was doing in America when he had all the golden opportunities to make it big in Africa. Unfortunately, relocating to America, and perhaps, signing a recording contract with the Interscope Records, marked the beginning of the end of Majek Fashek’s career and downfall.

Perhaps, while in America, stories were flying around that Majek had fallen in love with hard drugs, thus ruining his once blossoming career. It was also, generally believed that Majek’s downfall started after he returned from America.

US- based Nigerian Afro beat singer, Kofo The Wonderman who once played talking drums for him believed that the rain maker was the architect of his own misfortune, while in America. He reportedly disappointed his record label, Interscope, after he arrived late for a show, he was billed to perform.


“It’s a very big opportunity for any African artiste to get a major recording deal with an American company. One day I met the vice president of Sony Music and I said ‘sir, can I ask you a question?’

He said ‘yes’ and I said ‘how come you people don’t sign African artistes.’ He confessed that they love African music but if they sign an African act, the majority of the buyers of his music are going to be from Africa.”

“He revealed that every big artiste on the label that are not from America sell their music in their countries. However, African countries don’t have certain trade agreements with the US, so how are they going to make their money with pirates everywhere? The implication is that Jimmy Hiving was not looking for money when he signed Majek Fashek; he did it because he just loved Majek. If it was based on money, he wouldn’t have signed Majek but Majek eventually disappointed him.”

Kofo The Wonderman said he never saw Majek take hard drugs while he was a member of his band back in the United State. “ When I hear people say Majek was taking drugs I am shocked because I did not for one day see him taking cocaine or heroin when I was in the band.”

He continued: “When I joined his band he was not a ‘weed’ smoker, he could only drink half a bottle of Coca Cola and was clean. That was when he would say something and it would happen! Everywhere we went, Send Down The Rain was the song we played last because if we played it first, that was the end of the show as the rain would come down hard. Even Majek Fashek did not understand it so whenever it happened he would express his amazement saying: ‘I don’t know how this happens. God you are great!.’ But all of a sudden things changed. Maybe, he got into things he was not supposed to. I am talking about the Seven Books of Moses, he started doing rituals, slaughtering hens on the streets of New York which could have sent him to jail. And Jamaicans loved him because they were looking at him as Bob Marley. They always followed him around and the only favour they did for him was to bring ‘weed’ for him in the dressing room which he started smoking.”

Explaining why he left Majek’s band, Kofo The Wonderman said he used to look at the iconic singer as a mirror to see himself but when the mirror started cracking, he could no longer see myself well.

“Instead of one, I was seeing three images and I knew it was not good. He was not the same Majek I knew. You see, you don’t disappoint a show promoter in America. Majek Fashek disappointed a show promoter in San Diego. His record label, Interscope, was funding the show. We were not the major acts. The show had other acts like Burning Spear, Tracy Chapman and Jimmy Cliff. All Interscope wanted was for the fans of the other artistes to key into Majek Fashek. He was a new thing to them; they had seen a lot of reggae but Majek was different and unique and they just couldn’t have enough of him.”

“I remember this vividly, the show was everyday and anywhere we performed we were the opening act and we had only 20 minutes. And the newspaper of the next day would talk about Majek and not the headliners. Jimmy Hyvine of Interscope had confidence that the album would hit the world so they were pushing with their money paying us salary, hotel bills, flight tickets and whatever. How can you disappoint a show like that because of a woman? There is no problem with Majek Fashek following a woman after our show in LA but you have to be time conscious. We left LA after we played and headed for San Diego which is about two and half hours journey and he followed a light complexioned lady and failed to turn up on time for his own show by 7pm. In the middle of Burning Spear’s show he suddenly showed up; that was not good.”

“He lost a big chance for the whole of Africa. He could have opened the doors for African artistes looking for an American break and that was why Kimono, Mandators and Mike Okri all came to America. They were like ‘if Majek Fashek can have it, maybe we can also have it’ but Majek Fashek messed it up! So for me, as a little smart guy then, I did not feel I could follow such a leader anymore. He was not like that before but he chose to be so. I finished the tour and then I told him I was done with the band. This happened in 1992 and I stayed back in America.”

What transpired between Majek Fashek and American Interscope Records – Charles Novia

Meanwhile, explaining what transpired between himself and Interscope Records as relayed in a voice-note by popular film maker and once record label owner, Charles Novia, Majek debunked reports that his involvement in hard drugs was responsible for his losing $20 million deal with the label.

According to him, his refusal to bow to the pressure of racial discrimination against him by his label owners was responsible for the termination of the deal.

Narrating, Novia, who was once close associate and childhood friend of the late singer said “Majek told me that when the album, ‘The Spirit of Love’ was released in 1991, under the Interscope Records, it was doing very well in the market. But by the standard of Interscope records, the album was not a sell-out.”

“They didn’t know how to market the album because the kind of reggae he was singing was new to them. They just pushed the album out as world music instead of pushing it into the mainstream American music market,” Novia recalled.

Continuing, he added, “They said they have done what they had to do to market the album. Later, there was a boost for the album as an offer came from Hollywood film studio that asked Majek to do a sound track for a sports film titled, “Above the Rim” which was released in 1994. The deal was secured by his managers in America.

Majek said he rehearsed a song with his band and because he liked to record live, so he was expecting his management to book a big recording studio for him. But to his disappointment, he was taken to a smaller studio and when he saw the studio he immediately rejected, saying “I cannot record here. This is not the kind of studio I want. His managers at Interscope Records insisted that he must record at that studio as he had no choice. But Majek stood his ground that he would not record in that studio.”

“At that point, it became an argument and they threatened to deal with him if he didn’t record the song at the studio. And Majek dared them, complaining that when the likes of Snoop Dogg, and his other label mates wanted to record their songs, the label took them to big studios, and wondered why they were insisting that he should record the song at the small studio.”

“As a result, Majek left the place with his band. While he was leaving, the Interscope manager told him that he would never ever secure recording deals or shows as long as they live in America and that they would make sure that his life was a living hell here on earth. And he said they kept to their threats, and since then he stopped getting shows.

Speaking further, he said for four years, Majek didn’t secure any recording contract or shows, until Rita Marley who saw him perform somewhere in the US, in 1996, came to his rescue.

“By that time, Majek was going a little bit of the deep end, because he wasn’t getting shows anymore and he couldn’t come back to Nigeria as much as he would have wished. It was Rita Marley who had controlling shares in Tuff Gong, and who perhaps liked him. She promised to buy off Majek’s contract with Interscope records for Top Gong International Limited.

She negotiated with the management of Interscope and that was why in 1997, Majek released an album titled ‘The Rain Maker’ containing ‘Promise Land’ and ‘African Unity’ under Tuff Gong records. Rita Marley also promoted the song and had shows planned for him. But unfortunately, Majek woke up one morning and decided to return to Nigeria, and he was in the country for two years,” Charles Novia echoed.

By the time Majek reappeared on the Nigerian music scene, he had become a shadow of himself, ruined by drug habits that had apparently been aggravated in the US.

Drugs addiction allegation

It was widely believed that Majek ruined his music career following his love for hard drugs. But the rain maker on a number of occasions had denied ever getting involved in hard drugs.

In an interview with Vanguard, Majek insisted that he never used hard drugs, adding that his problem was more of spiritual than drugs.

“Let me put the record straight. I never used drugs. I was actually experiencing some spiritual attack as at that time. My problem was spiritual and not drugs. I went through some spiritual problems and I paid the price for them, that was what happened to me, it wasn’t about drugs. It wasn’t every story that was published about me that was true. Some people are full of scandals, most people don’t want me to bounce back,” Majek stated.

Also, his manager, Mr. Uzoma Day in a chat with us confirmed that Majek was never into hard drugs. “ Yes, Majek could smoke weed, cigarette and take heavy alcohol, but he never used drugs, since I knew him,” Uzo said.

To many, Majek’s last days on earth could better be imagined than described, yet the rain maker remained a formidable force in the African music sector.

At some point, Majek was a shadow of his old self, wandering on the streets of Lagos like a destitute and begging for food and drinks. And when later he was down, and his tear-eliciting photographs on the sickbed dotted the social media space, billionaire businessman and philanthropist, Femi Otedola, waded in last year, and took care of his medical bills. But unknown to many, the cancer had become bad then. And well aware that he may not survive it, his medical doctors advised that he should be moved closer to his family, from whom he had been estranged for years, particularly his wife. For anything, Majek reunited with his family in New York, after 10 years of separation with them before his death.

‘KSA inspired addition of talking drums to my music’

While it’s a well known fact that Majek was musically influenced by the likes of Bob Marley,, Jimi Hendrix, and Fela Kuti, he, however, revealed that King Sunny Ade, largely influenced his addition of talking drums to his music.

According to Charles Novia, “’There was a concert at the Apollo Theatre which had KSA on stage. I was there with my band to watch and we were to record the ‘Spirit of Love’ album later that week. So, my band and I went to watch KSA. Man, the sounds from KSA were bad!!! The drums and juju sounds. Crazy! So, after the show, I went to meet KSA backstage. He held me and greeted me warmly.

‘You have a show?’ KSA asked.

‘I’m recording later this week for a new album and have a international record deal pending’ Majek replied.

‘Good. Good’ KSA said. ‘But my brother, let me advice you. You should infuse more African elements into your songs. You sing reggae but it’s still reggae. What should make your reggae different?’ KSA pointed at talking drum. ‘Find how to infuse our ‘gbedu’ into your reggae genre’

Majek said that night he could not sleep. He began re-arranging his songs with talking drum notations. He and the band rehearsed the new rhythms. When they went to the studio to record the first track a few days later (Jah People), he said when they began jamming with the drums and music, other artistes in the building ran into the studio. The rest is history. ‘So long , Too Long’ album was what came out of that

Majek was one of the original Nigerian artistes to be drawn to the music of the Caribbean, specifically reggae, rather than indigenous hybrids such as fuji, jùjú, but has been known to mix these genres into his own style which he calls kpangolo, and the song “My Guitar”, an ode to his favourite instrument, was also heavily influenced by rock.



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A 34-year-old man, identified as Olusegun Abe, has been arrested by the Nigerian Air Force for allegedly parading himself as an officer of the force.
The suspect allegedly claimed to be a flight lieutenant.

The impostor, fully dressed in military camouflage, reportedly planned to defraud a family member of a late NAF pilot, Flight Lieutenant Ohai Idonije, who was recently killed by Boko Haram insurgents.

It was learnt that the suspect had approached a sister of the deceased, Mrs Tola Gbadamosi, under the guise of being her late brother’s senior colleague at NAF, and promised to assist the family in claiming the deceased’s benefits.

Gbadamosi said, “Sometime last month, the suspect came to my office to drop his contact number and left an instruction that I should call him, claiming to be my late brother’s colleague. I called his mobile and he came to meet me in my office, fully dressed in military uniform.


“He gave an impression that he would assist us in processing my late brother’s benefits. He asked me to hand over the original copies of some sensitive documents which he would use in claiming the benefits.

Having suspected a fraudulent intent, the woman contacted the acting Commander of NAF 209 Quick Response Group, who sent personnel from Ipetu Ijesa, Osun State, to apprehend the Impersonator
NAF said the suspect had been handed over to the Ondo State Police Command for further investigation and prosecution.

The Police Public Relations Officer in Ondo State, Mr Tee-Leo Ikoro, said the command had begun investigation into the matter.

He commended NAF for the quick response that led to the arrest of the suspect, calling for increased synergy.

The suspect, who claimed to be a native of Ekiti State, confessed that he had a friend who always helped him to get fake identity cards.
“I don’t know what came over me. My pastor had told me he saw handcuffs in my hands, but I did not listen,” he added.


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He grunted, reached for one of the pockets of his trousers and brought a pack of the latex out. Quickly, he inserted it on his joy-stick and inserted the dick inside my honey pot. I imagined it was Tina that was doing that and I felt quite good. He began his jerking while I continued to imagine that Tina was in action. In just a couple of minutes, he released. He did not even last half of the time Daniel could go.

He collapsed on the sofa, breathing like somebody who had just finished a four-hundred meter race.

‘Simi, you’re good,’ he said in a raspy voice.

What a compliment! I smiled at him.

I was with him till early hours of the evening, but despite all the prodding I did, he did not have enough strong erection to go for a second round.

As a fact, he seemed satisfied with his first and only feat.

‘Give me your account name and number so that I can transfer your money to you,’ he said.

I gave him the account details. Few seconds later, my phone beeped an in-coming message. It was from him and he had just paid fifty-five
thousand naira.

‘I’m not paying you for the time we had together,’ he said. ‘I’m giving you that money to buy some things for yourself. I like you, Simi. Consider
this as the beginning of a good relationship.’

Hey, don’t bring sentiments into this, my mind said. I however smiled warmly.

‘Thank you, darling Mola.’

He also got my cell phone numbers.

‘I trust you’ll not disappoint anytime I need you,’ he said.

‘No, I’ll not.’

I went to the bathroom to freshen up. Then I came back to wear my clothes. I was ready to go.

‘Let me give you money for transportation,’ he offered.

I smiled. ‘Thanks, Mola.’

He gave me five thousand naira. I thanked him again, kissed him goodbye and left his suite. It was not a bad outing, I decided. I got out of the
hotel complex and took a cab at the main road. I got back to Comely Hotel few minutes to eight.

‘Humph, my baby is back,’ Tina said as soon as I entered her office. I was all smiles as I hugged her. Now, I was the one displaying the kind of
emotions Titi used to display when I was in Ibadan; I was the one behaving as if I had not seen Tina for a long time.

She kissed me briefly.

‘I hope he didn’t hurt you, baby,’ she said.

I laughed shortly. ‘Oh no, he did not such thing. Rather, I think he tried to be nice.’

Tina beamed in smile. ‘Ah, good to hear that he was caring. Did he gift you a car?’

‘Hey, not so fast! I just knew him, for Christ’s sake.’

I brought out my phone and showed her the text message he sent. ‘See, this is how much he paid into my account.’

She smiled briefly. ‘Not bad. It’s a good beginning.’

‘Yeah. And he paid five k for my transportation.’

‘That’s good of him.’

‘So, how’s is business here?’

‘Not bad,’ she said, ‘except we had to use police to arrest two guys.’

I was surprised. ‘What happened?’



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Nice story

We went in his Mercedes jeep to a hotel at Awolowo Road, Ikoyi. The way he was attended to showed that he was a very known face. He had already booked a suite there. We took the elevator to the third floor. The hotel was much bigger and much grander than Comely Hotel, but everything there reminded me about where I worked.

It was ironic that I, who once berated Tina for agreeing to sleep with a stranger at the suite in Comely Hotel, would be doing the same thing with a stranger in another hotel suite.

Mola was all smiles as we sat in the living-room of the suite.

‘What d’you say to lunch? What will you have?’

What else would I have other than my favorite, fried rice and chicken? I smiled. ‘Fried rice and chicken will be okay.’

He smiled and nodded. ‘I’ll rather have pounded yam and egusi soup.’ He picked the intercom and ordered for the room service.

A trolley was used to bring the sumptuous meal. I wasn’t a heavy eater, so the fried rice he ordered for me was much too much for what I could
finish. Of course, he ate pounded yam. The taste of my food made me to be proud of Comely Hotel. Though the size and splendor could not be rated on the same level with this one, the food offered here was not better than the food Comely offered.

After the meal, we sat back to watch the telly.

He flicked the channel of the large screen in the room to a sports station where a live football match was shown.

‘Do you watch football?’ he asked. ‘If yes, what is your favorite club?’

I smiled and shook my head. ‘No, I’m not a fan of football or any club.’

He smiled and nodded. ‘Perhaps, I should not be selfish.’ He handed the remote control to me. ‘Change it to a station of your choice.’

‘That’s considerate of you, Mola. Thanks.’ I promptly changed the station to a fashion channel. Some models were doing some cat-walking.

He smiled again. ‘Just as I expected,’ he said.

He allowed me to watch the station and rest from the food for about twenty minutes before he said we should get down to ‘business.’

I nodded. That was my purpose of being there.

‘Simi, the first thing I want you to do is to stand up and slowly UnCloth yourself.’

I nodded and stood up. I unbuttoned my sleeveless, peach top and removed it. The sexy bra I wore was the one I would have loved to see on a
lady that I dated. I unhooked and removed it.

Mola sat back on the seat, looking at me in fascination.

Next, my black skirt was removed. When my hands went to my white pantie, he made a motion.

‘Wait, Simi.’

I stopped what I was about to do and stared at him.

‘Come over here.’

I went to him. He held me by the waist and kissed my tummy. I could hear and feel his hot breaths on my mid-section. His touch was like a
cold iron on the body, but I smiled like it was the most comforting touch I had ever had.

He placed me on his lap and used his tongue to run over my nipples. I held his head and rubbed it like I was giving a perfect approval to what he was doing. I closed my eyes in an imaginary bliss. Tina had taught me a lot of tricks. It was time I made use of them.

He sucked the nipples for several minutes. Even on his lap, I could feel the hardness of his cock. When he was satisfied with the boobs, he
motioned that I should stand up. I did while he unzipped his jeans trousers. He pulled it down and removed his boxer. Mentally, I compared his dick with the last one I saw, which was Daniel’s own. I must say Mola’s own was much smaller.

He used his right hand to hold it and gently moved me to it. It was unspoken but I knew what he wanted. I was about to make a record – do a mouth action on a guy. I found it repulsive and could never have imagined I would do it. Well, sometimes, you find yourself doing something
you once held in high contempt.

I felt like I had put a silicone-filled stick in my mouth. It was not exactly describable and the taste was like raw ‘ponmo’ or something. Again, I had to make good use of one of the things Tina had taught me. I ran my tongue on it, spat on it and sucked it in a way I knew would excite him.

I didn’t do that for long. He soon yanked my pantie down and placed me on the sofa.

‘Condom, please,’ I said.

He grunted, reached for one of the pockets of his trousers and brought a pack of the latex out. Quickly, he inserted it on his joy-stick and
inserted the dick inside my honey pot. I imagined it was Tina that was doing that and I felt quite good. He began his jerking while I continued to imagine that Tina was in action. In just a couple of minutes, he released. He did not even last half of the time Daniel could go.

He collapsed on the sofa, breathing like somebody who had just finished a four-hundred meter race.


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Good news.

It is good to hear that the virus is not a death sentence.

There is no need to disseminate fear any more.

This is terrible.

When will this violence stop?

This is indeed an ecological plague.

Congrats to His Royal Highness and the Queen.

Nice update

That was the way we hatched our plan. On Friday, I worked from early morning till late night. And as it was, there were so many customers that
Friday. I was at least happy that business was good and we were making profits for Comely Hotel. It was about ten o’clock on Saturday morning when Tina came.

‘I’m sorry I couldn’t come early. He didn’t want to release me,’ she said.

I had already dressed up and was set. Tina gave me the address and the contact of who I was to meet. That morning, the man said he would be at the Polo Club in Ikoyi. I took a cab and by eleven, I got to the place. At the large reception hall of the elitist club, I asked to see Damola Koku.

‘What’s the name, please?’ the very courteous lady asked.

‘The name is Simi.’

‘Please, sit down while I contact him.’

‘Thank you.’ I went to sit on one of the well-padded sofas. I waited for only a couple of minutes when the lady beckoned at me. I walked
smartly to her. A young guy stood by the desk.

‘He will take you to meet Mr. Koku,’ she informed.

I thanked her and followed the young guy. We went through a passageway to an inner hall that looked like a private club. The guy took me to a man that sat a bit aloof from others.

‘Here is your guest, sir,’ the guy told the important-looking man in jeans and Ralph Lauren polo shirt.

‘Ah, you’re Simi, right?’ the man asked.

‘Yes, sir.’

His face brightened up. ‘You’re welcome. Please, sit down.’

‘Thank you, sir.’ I sat on a chair away from him.

He should be in his early or mid-forties. Dark-skinned, medium height and stocky, he looked successful and confident.

‘So, what d’you want? Feel at home and relax. I’ve heard that you’re shy, but don’t be shy with me.’

I smiled briefly. Whoever gave that description of me did not do a bad job.

‘Any cool, soft drinks,’ I said.

He nodded and ordered for red wine and barbecue.

‘Tell me about yourself, Simi,’ he prodded.

Really? Did he really care to know about me, or was he saying that to while away time? I smiled and briefly told him about my education and past times.

‘What do you currently do?’

I told him and he nodded. He seemed to be impressed.

‘Well, let me properly introduce myself too. I’m Damola Koku, Chief Executive Officer of Coccus Oil and Gas. We’re mainly into the marketing of
petroleum products. You can call me Mola (he pronounced it like ‘molar’). It’s a pleasure to have you here.’

‘The pleasure is mine,’ I said.

Mola was obviously a well-known person there. Many of those men around hailed him while some came to greet him. It appeared the name
Mola would easily win an election in that place.

We took the wine and took the barbecue till I wanted no more. When it was about few minutes to eleven, he said we should leave the place for a place that offered exclusive privacy.

We went in his Mercedes jeep to a hotel at Awolowo Road, Ikoyi. The way he was attended to showed that he was a very known face. He had already booked a suite there. We took the elevator to the third floor. The hotel was much bigger and much grander than Comely Hotel, but everything there reminded me about where I worked.

It was ironic that I, who once berated Tina for agreeing to sleep with a stranger at the suite in Comely Hotel, would be doing the same thing with a stranger in another hotel suite.


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This is an interesting episode.

Too bad.


Sule, learn not to be cruel.

Cool.

Many of those accusing someone of babysitting for the President will be eternally glad if they even get close to being diapers-washer in Aso Rock.

Hmn

I think it is a good thing.

It will save resources, time and energy.

I was three months old on my job in Lagos when Tina said she had a deal for me.

‘Two oil barons need the services of two ladies. I’ll take up one of them, why don’t you take up the other guy?’

‘What?’ I was astonished. ‘Never will I be part of such a thing, Tina. No, no, no.’

Tina had laughed off my protests. ‘You’ll earn something big, Simi. Something bigger than your salaries for months.’

I knew Tina earned a lot from the runs. I had been to her two-bedroom flat at Ojodu and was impressed with her expensive clothes, accessories and life style. I knew she lived a ‘high life’, but I could simply not bring myself to doing that.

‘Thanks, but no,’ I said.

She laughed shortly again and brought a twenty dollar bill from her bag. ‘Take this money, buy yourself cold bottle of water and think over what
I said.’

Tina would not stop confounding me. ‘Tina, you’re going crazy. How could you give me twenty dollars to buy water?’

But she knew what she was doing. It was a bait. I knew it was, and it was becoming difficult for me to resist.

‘I want good things for you, Simi. Aren’t you tired of the crumbs I’m giving you? Rather than giving you fish, don’t you want to learn how to
catch fish by yourself?’

I was thoughtful.

‘This is your chance, Simi. This is a good opportunity to break into the big league. Or do you want to work for Mrs. Shitta forever?’

‘See,’ she went on. ‘I don’t enjoy sex with men, but I pretend I do. I moan and wiggle my body to let them believe they’re the best givers of
pleasure on earth, even when they were terribly boring and sickening. And at the end of the day, I make my money. That’s cool, isn’t it?’

I nodded. ‘Yeah, that’s cool.’

She smiled knowingly at me. ‘So, what’re you waiting for?’

I sighed. ‘Okay. I’ll do it this once. Don’t be disappointed if I stop after this.’

She came to kiss me fully on the lips. ‘That’s my baby.’ She sat next to me. ‘We need to plan it. Since the two of us cannot be absent from our place of work at the same time, I’ll go on Friday. You’ll do the work for the whole day, then, you’ll go on Saturday. What d’you think?’

‘It’s a perfect idea,’ I said.

That was the way we hatched our plan. On Friday, I worked from early morning till late night. And as it was, there were so many customers that
Friday. I was at least happy that business was good and we were making profits for Comely Hotel. It was about ten o’clock on Saturday morning when Tina came.

‘I’m sorry I couldn’t come early. He didn’t want to release me,’ she said.

I had already dressed up and was set. Tina gave me the address and the contact of who I was to meet. That morning, the man said he would be at the Polo Club in Ikoyi.


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Please Lord, heal the world.

May his soul rest in peace.

Oh dear Nigerians, please stop interstate travels.

Help to stop spreading the virus.