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mistah_teepex: Hehehe suspense o... Hmm make I just go sidon enjoy xmas chaus and later come and pitch my tent here.

Feel free sir. You have an awesome thread too. I never knew you were one of my ogas at the top. Enjoy sir.

The rock5555: Chai bro yettocome dis ur story dey ginger my blood. I fit go read am for Facebook but i like the suspence as e dey. Excpt na for bleeping scences u wan hold us for suspence, i go run go read am for facebook. Lolz kip it up bro

My Oga at the top, you are free sir. But as it relates to the bleeping scenes, I dont want them to spoil what I was trying to pass across to the reader. Just follow the story and you will get it sir. Thanks for your support as always.

still well written

haryurmide: I think you will reveal your discovery to teacher Sola indirectly. (I don read am for yettocomes blog ni ooo) Keep it up bro and go update ur blog.

Thanks bro. My blog has been on hold cos I am presently on leave from work. My system dey office and I never get my personal own o. My phone too no fit open am satisfactorily. Soonest sha, I go resume and update am. But make I give u small orijo. U fit read am on top facebook. E dey there plenty. Thanks again.

adegwurulez: 'lie detection machine' i like that

Real lie detector. I think its in all human beings except we just want to leave it.

Great work, Mistah Teepex

We are progressing. More comments and criticisms please.... What do we think will happen next?

babyzai: Dearie pls continue nd a merry xmas nd a properous new year in advance to u

Same to u sis. And expecting my gifts o. Or wont I get any?

mishooo: 372 views and no one is reading?? You don't mean it !!
people probably don't want to break your flow.

Feedback is the best way to know if you are communicating my brother. I just need pple to show they read it. Simple. If they read and like it, they shld let me knw and if otherwise they shld show it too. Thats an indication of the thread being read.

Ade’s Chronicle 19
I was perplexed. I was more than
surprised. Why would Shola initiate these
innocent young girls into such an evil act?
Where did Shola herself get into the act?
Why is she doing it? It would be utter
foolishness to ask if she still does it. Then,
how many more girls is she putting into
this act?
I was totally astounded. Shola had always
been finding ways to get close to me. I had
limited our interaction to only greeting.
Good morning, goodbye was our
relationship. But she had tried to take it
further than that. She behaved as if she had
known me previously which I didn’t think
was possible. “I can never know someone
as bad as her,” I had once thought.
Rotimi never had any problem with her.
They had gone along well. He had even told
me once that her face looked familiar but I
had denied and refuted his claims saying
that he could have come across her in his
dreams.
Our paths crossed well enough everyday in
the junior school. Don’t forget that I take
both Economics and Business Studies while
my friend takes Financial Accounting and
Short hand. Shola is no stranger to me in
the school at all. I just had a personal dislike
for her way of life. She was too wayward
for my liking. I believed she should have
limited it to the adults and not take it to the
male students and even to the point of
initiating Ronke and Folake into the act,
though I think they had theirs up their
sleeves before she added hers to theirs.
This one of teaching these girls the act of
bisexualism is the pinnacle of my dislike for
her. I needed to do something.
I looked at the girls who were also looking
at me and Rotimi whose mouth was still
opened. We were awestruck. They
confirmed their claims a second time after I
had asked if they were sure.
“Sir, we are sure. We can’t lie to you sir. She
taught us the act before you came to our
school last term.” Bola reiterated.
“We don’t disbelieve you. But how did it
happen?” Rotimi recovered his tongue.
The three girls looked at us. Their face
blank and expressionless but I could
decipher a glint of sadness in it. It showed
that it was not something they were proud
of. To me, it was as if they were forced into
it but I was still had to wait for them to tell
the story.
“It all started when we were in S.S.S two, I
and Bunmi, that was two years ago. Miss
Shola had just come to our school then and
was teaching the junior school
Mathematics.” Bola started the story.
“Bimbo then was in S. S. S one but we had
been friends from home because once lived
close to each other. It was when I moved to
Mushin that I became friends with Bunmi.”
She continued.
“One day after our Biology teacher had just
left our class; Miss Shola came in from
nowhere and called me out of the class. She
asked me to see her in the staff room later
that day. At break time, I went to see her in
the staff room as he requested.” She
paused and looked into the face of her
friends for effect. They signalled to her to
continue. They had no dispute with what
she was saying.
“When I got to the staffroom, I met my
friends Bunmi and Bimbo and two other S.
S. S three girls there. The girls were all
seated around her table and it seemed they
were waiting for me to come. When I got
there, we moved to the mat which was in
that place where the bed is. We were all five
and she sat in the middle of us. She had it
all planned. Bunmi, tell him the rest please.”
She ended her part of the story.
Bunmi took over, “Miss Shola sat in the
middle as Bola said and she began the
story of how she had been watching the
five of us. That Bola, Bimbo and I were
always together and the two other seniors
were also always seen together. She said
that it was a good thing and that she
would like to make our bond stronger. At
that stage, we were confused. I didn’t
know that Bola and Bimbo were there just
as they didn’t know of my presence there.
She had invited us individually and wooed
us together.”
I looked at the three girls and shook my
head. I was forced to feel pity for them.
They had been three innocent girls and one
person had changed their life in just less
than a day.
I looked around the staffroom, all was still
quiet, an indication that the break was still
on and we had not spent much time. Our
colleagues were still enjoying their breaks
while we were sweating it out with three
girls seeking to know a painful part of their
lives. Rotimi looked at me, his face showed
he was eager to get along with the story as
I was too.
“She asked what we had learnt about sex.
We all replied that we had done it once or
twice with our boyfriends. She clapped for
us. She asked us individually and I told her
then that I had done it twice with my then
boyfriend. Bimbo said that she had done
twice with her former boyfriend and Bola,
then, had done it twice with Tunji, a senior
student in the then S. S. S three. The two
seniors had done it a lot more than we had
done. I think one said she had done it ten
times with more than three boys while the
other said she had done it more than
twenty times with close to six boys. She
told us about her own escapades too. She
said she had had eighteen boyfriends
together. They had all slept with her more
than five times each since she was in
secondary school. We had all marvelled at
her sexual prowess. She had also told us
that it was good to have sex as it mad one
feel lighter and younger. She then asked if
we had slept with our fellow girls
previously.” She stopped and looked at her
friends. I knew she would not continue.
She wanted the third person to complete
the last part.
Bimbo knew it was her turn. Her chest was
heaving seriously and she was teary eyed
just as were the other two. The reason for
their tears, I know not till date. Without
prompting, she took the stage.
“She asked if we had slept with girls
before. When she asked us, we all looked at
ourselves and then replied in the negative
because we had not heard about that kind
of thing before. We had only heard of it in
the movies. She laughed and said she
thought we would have been doing it
because we moved together as she had
said before. She also said that was why she
came for us. We were still baffled because
she had not told us the thing she wanted
us to do. Then she finally said that she
would teach us how to do it. We were
surprised because we had thought we
didn’t hear her well. But she went ahead
and promised that she would start with us
one after the other and that we would
enjoy it. She said it is a good thing that we
can do when our boyfriends cannot satisfy
us, we could satisfy ourselves with our
friends and even do threesomes or
foursomes. We asked her what it was and
she explained it all to us. She said she had
done it with two of her friends and her
boyfriend once. She never told us the name
then. But we later thought that we were
lesbians till you enlightened us today.” Bola
paused.
Then she continued, “The following day, at
break time, she called us all together again
and took us to the toilet area. She then
went in with us one after the other to have
fun with us. She spent like ten minutes with
each one of us and we were all waiting to
have our turn because we were anxious to
know how it felt like. We spent more than
the break time but at last we were all
initiated in the act of bisexualism. From
then, she takes us as she like and did same
with us anytime she wants. Then we too
started experimenting with ourselves in
and outside the school. We even had with
the two seniors like three or four times. We
also did a five some where we all were in
the toilet doing the thing. She still did it
with me last week when her school toy boy
was not in school. When we leave school,
she will still continue with other girls.” She
ended the painful story of their journey to
bisexualism.
I heaved a huge sigh as she ended the
story as Rotimi stood up pacing the room
uneasily. He was tensed. He looked at the
girls and said, “Have you taught other girls
in your area?”
They all said yes. But they also agreed that
the girls outside too all knew about it
before they met them.
I then knew that the evil was spreading
faster that we had thought. Who even
knows if our girlfriends were not bisexuals.
I also decided then that eight out of ten
ladies out there are bisexuals. Beautiful
faces, big fronts and large backsides, all
that makes our head turn are even the
things that they expose and explore with
their fellow women. Things that are meant
for only exploration of men! The end is
nearest!
The girls were now back to their normal
selves. They looked exuberant and were
ready to go. They asked for their reply.
“Your reply is positive. But there will be
conditions as you know.” I told them still
thinking of how to confront Shola with the
facts. I had decided to let her know that we
knew her secrets.
“We know that there would be conditions.
We would go along with you sir. We are
also very glad that you accepted our
proposals. We would come to your place
tomorrow evening after school for our first
meeting.” Bimbo said with an air of finality.
With that, they picked themselves off the
seats and went out of the staffroom...
© Yettocome™ 2013

Ade’s Chronicle 19
I was perplexed. I was more than
surprised. Why would Shola initiate these
innocent young girls into such an evil act?
Where did Shola herself get into the act?
Why is she doing it? It would be utter
foolishness to ask if she still does it. Then,
how many more girls is she putting into
this act?
I was totally astounded. Shola had always
been finding ways to get close to me. I had
limited our interaction to only greeting.
Good morning, goodbye was our
relationship. But she had tried to take it
further than that. She behaved as if she had
known me previously which I didn’t think
was possible. “I can never know someone
as bad as her,” I had once thought.
Rotimi never had any problem with her.
They had gone along well. He had even told
me once that her face looked familiar but I
had denied and refuted his claims saying
that he could have come across her in his
dreams.
Our paths crossed well enough everyday in
the junior school. Don’t forget that I take
both Economics and Business Studies while
my friend takes Financial Accounting and
Short hand. Shola is no stranger to me in
the school at all. I just had a personal dislike
for her way of life. She was too wayward
for my liking. I believed she should have
limited it to the adults and not take it to the
male students and even to the point of
initiating Ronke and Folake into the act,
though I think they had theirs up their
sleeves before she added hers to theirs.
This one of teaching these girls the act of
bisexualism is the pinnacle of my dislike for
her. I needed to do something.
I looked at the girls who were also looking
at me and Rotimi whose mouth was still
opened. We were awestruck. They
confirmed their claims a second time after I
had asked if they were sure.
“Sir, we are sure. We can’t lie to you sir. She
taught us the act before you came to our
school last term.” Bola reiterated.
“We don’t disbelieve you. But how did it
happen?” Rotimi recovered his tongue.
The three girls looked at us. Their face
blank and expressionless but I could
decipher a glint of sadness in it. It showed
that it was not something they were proud
of. To me, it was as if they were forced into
it but I was still had to wait for them to tell
the story.
“It all started when we were in S.S.S two, I
and Bunmi, that was two years ago. Miss
Shola had just come to our school then and
was teaching the junior school
Mathematics.” Bola started the story.
“Bimbo then was in S. S. S one but we had
been friends from home because once lived
close to each other. It was when I moved to
Mushin that I became friends with Bunmi.”
She continued.
“One day after our Biology teacher had just
left our class; Miss Shola came in from
nowhere and called me out of the class. She
asked me to see her in the staff room later
that day. At break time, I went to see her in
the staff room as he requested.” She
paused and looked into the face of her
friends for effect. They signalled to her to
continue. They had no dispute with what
she was saying.
“When I got to the staffroom, I met my
friends Bunmi and Bimbo and two other S.
S. S three girls there. The girls were all
seated around her table and it seemed they
were waiting for me to come. When I got
there, we moved to the mat which was in
that place where the bed is. We were all five
and she sat in the middle of us. She had it
all planned. Bunmi, tell him the rest please.”
She ended her part of the story.
Bunmi took over, “Miss Shola sat in the
middle as Bola said and she began the
story of how she had been watching the
five of us. That Bola, Bimbo and I were
always together and the two other seniors
were also always seen together. She said
that it was a good thing and that she
would like to make our bond stronger. At
that stage, we were confused. I didn’t
know that Bola and Bimbo were there just
as they didn’t know of my presence there.
She had invited us individually and wooed
us together.”
I looked at the three girls and shook my
head. I was forced to feel pity for them.
They had been three innocent girls and one
person had changed their life in just less
than a day.
I looked around the staffroom, all was still
quiet, an indication that the break was still
on and we had not spent much time. Our
colleagues were still enjoying their breaks
while we were sweating it out with three
girls seeking to know a painful part of their
lives. Rotimi looked at me, his face showed
he was eager to get along with the story as
I was too.
“She asked what we had learnt about sex.
We all replied that we had done it once or
twice with our boyfriends. She clapped for
us. She asked us individually and I told her
then that I had done it twice with my then
boyfriend. Bimbo said that she had done
twice with her former boyfriend and Bola,
then, had done it twice with Tunji, a senior
student in the then S. S. S three. The two
seniors had done it a lot more than we had
done. I think one said she had done it ten
times with more than three boys while the
other said she had done it more than
twenty times with close to six boys. She
told us about her own escapades too. She
said she had had eighteen boyfriends
together. They had all slept with her more
than five times each since she was in
secondary school. We had all marvelled at
her sexual prowess. She had also told us
that it was good to have sex as it mad one
feel lighter and younger. She then asked if
we had slept with our fellow girls
previously.” She stopped and looked at her
friends. I knew she would not continue.
She wanted the third person to complete
the last part.
Bimbo knew it was her turn. Her chest was
heaving seriously and she was teary eyed
just as were the other two. The reason for
their tears, I know not till date. Without
prompting, she took the stage.
“She asked if we had slept with girls
before. When she asked us, we all looked at
ourselves and then replied in the negative
because we had not heard about that kind
of thing before. We had only heard of it in
the movies. She laughed and said she
thought we would have been doing it
because we moved together as she had
said before. She also said that was why she
came for us. We were still baffled because
she had not told us the thing she wanted
us to do. Then she finally said that she
would teach us how to do it. We were
surprised because we had thought we
didn’t hear her well. But she went ahead
and promised that she would start with us
one after the other and that we would
enjoy it. She said it is a good thing that we
can do when our boyfriends cannot satisfy
us, we could satisfy ourselves with our
friends and even do threesomes or
foursomes. We asked her what it was and
she explained it all to us. She said she had
done it with two of her friends and her
boyfriend once. She never told us the name
then. But we later thought that we were
lesbians till you enlightened us today.” Bola
paused.
Then she continued, “The following day, at
break time, she called us all together again
and took us to the toilet area. She then
went in with us one after the other to have
fun with us. She spent like ten minutes with
each one of us and we were all waiting to
have our turn because we were anxious to
know how it felt like. We spent more than
the break time but at last we were all
initiated in the act of bisexualism. From
then, she takes us as she like and did same
with us anytime she wants. Then we too
started experimenting with ourselves in
and outside the school. We even had with
the two seniors like three or four times. We
also did a five some where we all were in
the toilet doing the thing. She still did it
with me last week when her school toy boy
was not in school. When we leave school,
she will still continue with other girls.” She
ended the painful story of their journey to
bisexualism.
I heaved a huge sigh as she ended the
story as Rotimi stood up pacing the room
uneasily. He was tensed. He looked at the
girls and said, “Have you taught other girls
in your area?”
They all said yes. But they also agreed that
the girls outside too all knew about it
before they met them.
I then knew that the evil was spreading
faster that we had thought. Who even
knows if our girlfriends were not bisexuals.
I also decided then that eight out of ten
ladies out there are bisexuals. Beautiful
faces, big fronts and large backsides, all
that makes our head turn are even the
things that they expose and explore with
their fellow women. Things that are meant
for only exploration of men! The end is
nearest!
The girls were now back to their normal
selves. They looked exuberant and were
ready to go. They asked for their reply.
“Your reply is positive. But there will be
conditions as you know.” I told them still
thinking of how to confront Shola with the
facts. I had decided to let her know that we
knew her secrets.
“We know that there would be conditions.
We would go along with you sir. We are
also very glad that you accepted our
proposals. We would come to your place
tomorrow evening after school for our first
meeting.” Bimbo said with an air of finality.
With that, they picked themselves off the
seats and went out of the staffroom...
© Yettocome™ 2013

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Lets comment as we read, either good or bad, at least it shows that someone is reading what we post. Thanks.

Ade’s Chronicle 18
The look on their faces changed from the
initial expectant look to that of horror as
the reality of the question hit them. They
looked from Rotimi to me and then to one
another. They were debating inwardly
whether to answer my question or not to.
“A lie will not help your case. Just say it as it
is and we shall move from there. You
should know that I am very good in
detecting lies. So don’t even think of lying
to me.” I intoned.
That statement added to their mystery.
Their faces became white and their eyes
became red. What they had earlier relished
and spoken with pride had become a
source of immediate sorrow to them.
Rotimi looked at me and smiled. He knew
that I had woven them into a tight corner
and only the truth could set them free. Both
of us had the gift of lie detection but mine
was sharper than his. He would detect a
loophole in a lie after giving it a second
thought, mine was instantaneous. I do not
know how I came about it, till now.
Something just rings in my mind and tells
me that what you have just said is a lie and
I would put it to you straight as it is. Then
it’s either you deny it or call me a wizard.
The three girls thought for some time and
put their heads together for some minutes.
I pretended as if I did not see them and I
could hear them whispering to themselves.
Then they breathed deeply which I took as
a sign of telling me that they were ready.
“So are you ready to tell me?” I asked.
“Yes sir.” They chorused.
“I am all ears.”
I listened with rapt attention as the silence
in the room became deafening. Bola spoke.
“Sir, we were taught by Miss Shola.”
I laughed loudly and I knew that the girls
would have thought that I was sick. The
laughter was so loud that it reverberated
through the room and anybody passing
outside would not have a difficulty in
hearing it. What she said was not enough
to elicit such laughter but I had learnt in life
that shock has a way of making you do
things that you won’t do naturally. I was
shocked by their revelation. I had expected
that it would be someone who I did not
know. Somebody they had met outside the
school. Shola never crossed my mind in the
least of minutes. I was caught offside.
I looked at Rotimi. He was also caught badly
by it. He just opened his eyes and mouth
wide open dripping saliva. He was shell
shocked. He was the closest to Shola of the
two of us. I naturally had a dislike for the
lady but Rotimi was unusually warm
towards her and she searched and looked
for all avenues to get close to me.

© Yettocome™ 2013

Ade’s Chronicle 17
Rotimi being surprised is not a new thing.
When he is surprised, he could be tensed
but in this situation, he was not. He has a
penchant for talking about you as if you are
not there. As he was talking, the girls who
were also familiar with the Pidgin English
knew he was talking about them and as
such they looked askance. They did not
know what his reaction would be. But I
already knew it. He was happy that we
would rock things together with the girls.
I looked at the girls and began my lecture
“Bunmi told me that you girls are lesbians.
Is it true?” I asked another JAMB question.
The two other girls nodded in the
affirmative. Then I knew that they were all
in the act and that they were not in the true
know of what they actually were. The look
on their face even showed that they were
proud of what they think they were.
“The three of you are not lesbians.” I said
and watched the reactions on their faces. I
got what I expected. They all looked up and
into my eyes with utter disbelief.
I continued, “Yes, you are not lesbians. I will
tell you why you are not lesbians. Lesbians
only sleep with their fellow women. They
hate the male gender and want nothing to
do with them. They get married to their
fellow females. They naturally are seen
together and do not depend on the male
for anything. They believe that only a
woman can satisfy a woman sexually. They
believe the male are oppressors and even
oppress women when it comes to sex, so
they hate to sleep with men.”
I paused to look at the effect of my word
and saw that I had caused a storm in their
brains. They knew that they had none of
the features I described above. They all
depended on the male folks for one thing
or the other.
“Or is there any of you here that hates a
man and will not like to have anything to
do with a man?” I asked them. They still
looked astonished with what they had just
heard.
Rotimi was wishing to hear the affirmative.
I could guess that from the way he
anxiously looked from one girl to the other
two and then finally fixing his gaze on his
object of interest—Bunmi.
“No sir, we all love men and can never hate
them. We would love to get married one
day but not to our fellow women.” Bimbo
said after looking into the eyes of the other
two and they had given her the go ahead
to speak.
“That means that you girls accept that you
are not lesbians.” I remarked and they
nodded.
Then Bola said, “Sir if we are not lesbians,
then what are we? We sleep with one
another almost on a daily basis. We do
threesomes most of the time. We thought a
girl sleeping with girls is called lesbianism,
but you said we are wrong. Sir, what are
we?”
I smiled. She had confirmed a part of what I
wanted to know—that the three of them
sleep together and they do it almost daily.
“What you are and do is called bisexualism.
It is when a boy or girl sleeps with his or
her fellow boy or girl and still sleeps with
members of the opposite sex. In your case,
you have sex with one another and you still
have boyfriends who do you well and
satisfy you. So, you are not lesbians, you are
just bisexuals.” I enlightened them.
A look of relief was awash on their faces as
I ended the statement and they heaved a
sigh of relief.
By then, the staffroom was as silent as a
graveyard because the other teachers had
left the room and we were the only parties
left to our business.
Rotimi looked at me and smiled. I knew he
was wondering how I got to know so
much about the issue at hand. I had never
let him into my store of knowledge about
sex and sexuality.
The girls were pleased with what they had
heard and wanted their reply so that they
can go for their break and as well plan on
how my rendezvous with Bimbo and Bola
would start in earnest. But I was far from
being through with them.
I had been able to change their mentality
from thinking of themselves as lesbians
and making them know what they were. I
still needed to know how and who taught
them the act of bisexuality.
These girls, from my observation did not
stumble upon the act. Someone had taught
them. I needed to know. My decision had
been that I would ask them and if they
refused, I would tell them to go and that I
would have nothing to do with them. They
can go ahead and carry out their threats.
Something had told me that with the kind
of influence I wield over those girls, they
would tell me. They wanted to satisfy their
curiosity of sleeping with the only
remaining teacher in the school. I was a
hot cake.
“Sir, thank you for the explanation you gave
us. We are very grateful. Sir, can we have
the reply now so that we can go for our
break?” Bola spoke.
She had spoken sparingly since they came
into the room. I looked at them and smiled.
“You can’t get your reply now. There is one
question you need to answer. If not;, your
answer will be no and then I would have
nothing to do with you. Then you can
always carry out your threat and I will be
waiting for you outside there. Just answer
and let’s all enjoy it for as long as we can.” I
replied throwing them into another session
of thoughtfulness.
“Sir, what is the question? We promise to
answer it truthfully.” Bunmi, they ever vocal
of the three, offered.
“My question is simple. Who taught you the
act of sleeping with one another?” I
dropped the bombshell.
The three of them looked shocked. They
looked from one to the other then to
Rotimi and to me. They had not expected
my question. I had caught them off guard...
© Yettocome™ 2013

Ade’s Chronicle 16
“You are all welcome to our staffroom. On
behalf of myself and Rotimi, your Economics
teacher, I say thank you for taking time out
to visit us in this our small cubicle.” I said
grinning ear to ear.
They were obviously puzzled as it was
written all over their faces. They wanted to
mask it with the smile they pasted on their
faces but it was not possible for them to do.
I looked at them and remembered the
saying that “If a child claims to have as many
clothes as an elder, he can never have as
much rags as that elder.” They had earlier
had me sweating through my butts, here am
I playing the return leg and winning
convincingly and leaving them no room to
plan any defence strategy.
They all replied, “Thank you sir.”
I thought of what next to do, I was thinking
either to continue with the suspense or bail
them out and let go of it all. The time on my
hands was not too much. Also, if I let them
go that day, Bunmi would tell them all that
happened and they would come back with a
better plan and that would not give me the
opportunity to correct the wrong notion
they had about themselves.
I chose the former and decided to end it
once and for all. I cleared my throat once
again and looked at them. They looked
askance as their eyes were fixed on I and
Rotimi. Rotimi on his part was just enjoying
the show.
“Bunmi, don’t look at me as if I am a devil.
Relax and breathe in and out. Bimbo, why
are you looking as if you have seen a ghost?
You Bola, you are thinking that why have
you come here. I know what the three of
you are thinking. Relax and be merry. Should
I get you refreshment before we proceed?”
I asked.
“No, thank you sir.” They replied.
I knew they would not accent to my
proposal but I said it to lighten their moods.
It worked. The three of them loosened up
within a minute then I proceeded to the
business of the day.
“Bimbo and Bola don’t be scared. Bunmi told
me all that you had sent her. She is your
good friend and she tried all her best to
convince me. She even threatened as the
three of you had planned. But she told me
something that I need to enlighten you all
on.” I paused for effect. By then, they had
loosened up completely and had returned to
their buoyant selves. They looked at one
another and smiled. Bunmi had the ‘didn’t I
tell you look’ on her face. The other two had
the ‘you said it’ look on their faces. The three
had heaved a sigh of relief and believed that
the game is now going back to what they
wanted it to be. They were correct. They
only needed to hear what I have to say and
if they liked they can change their lives or
still continue with their acts.
“Sir,” that was Bimbo. “You really scared us.
We did not know where to begin from. We
had thought that we should just get here
and get our reply and walk out with you for
lunch. But we would listen to what you have
to say. But sir is our answer positive or
negative?” She queried.
I knew if I told them the reply then, the rest
would make no sense to them. So I said,
“You will receive your reply before leaving
this room.”
“We are all ears,” They chorused.
It was obvious that Rotimi could not believe
that these two girls had taken a likening to
me. They had even planned it among
themselves to send their friend to talk me
into becoming their ‘servicer’. Rotimi looked
from the girls to me and said, “Olboy ye, you
mean say before I enter this cabal, this girl,”
pointing to Bunmi, “don come word you on
top say make you dey knack im two friends
akpako?” I nodded in response and he
shook his head in disbelief. I smiled
knowing that he was not aware that his girl
was even fantasised about sleeping with
me...
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Ade’s Chronicle 15
Rotimi and I were shocked beyond words
as those words hit our ears. But
surprisingly, the other teachers were not. It
seems they all knew all along that there
were such girls in the school. But these girls
to me are not what they think they are. They
are not lesbians because if they are, they
would not be running around looking for
men who would ‘service’ them.
I was left with the option of either
educating them on what they think they
were and what they really are. I could leave
them in the mirage of thinking they were
lesbians and I could tell them the truth
about themselves. After a while, I decided to
lecture the three of them on what they are
even if they would still require me ‘servicing’
them. No problem, we would go along with
it when the two other friends are around.
No wonder Bimbo and Bola always go
around the school and even the toilet
together.
I looked at Rotimi and saw fear, despair and
anxiety written all over his face. Disbelief
made him open his mouth like the dirty
linens of a mad man. He was simply
perplexed by what he had heard. He could
not imagine that he had just heard from a
girl he had been sleeping with for close to
three months that she was a lesbian.
I left my seat and closed the gap between us
and brought him to his seat. Then I said to
him:
“Ol boy ye, no be wetin you dey think o.
These girls no know the meaning of wetin
dem dey do. Dem no be les jare. Dem just
dey hear say any girl wet dey do am with im
fellow girl n aim dem dey call les. Forget that
side and face the akpako wey you dey knack
cos me I go soon join you for the knocking
ceremony o. Some people go show now
wey go shock you. Forget that side make we
dey reign go jor.”
My words seem to bring a little life into his
eyes as I saw some sparks of life in them. He
looked at me and asked if I was saying the
truth. I also asked if I had ever lied to him.
He said I hadn’t so I told him to wait and
watch as events unfold there and while I
also thrash out the issue with the girls.
Bunmi was still smiling where she sat. She
had seen the look of horror on Rotimi’s face
but she was not privy to the little chat we
had because we had talked in low tones. I
saw a relieved look on her face as she saw
that the look on Rotimi’s face had changed.
It was evident that behind the initial smile
was a fear of losing Rotimi. Another
confirmation that she wasn’t a lesbian
though she had been sleeping with girls.
I walked back quickly to my seat beside
Bunmi. I looked around the staffroom to see
that it had not changed and that everybody
was still minding his business. What Bunmi
had said was not new to them.
As soon as I got to my seat, I was ready to
find out how the three of them got
entangled in the web of bisexualism and
who the other players were. I was barely
seated when I heard the sound s of
footsteps. I was unconcerned at first but the
tap on my lap made me look up to see the
other parts of the trio walk in.
Bola and Bimbo were clad in tight fitting
uniform. The uniform was made up of a
striped yellow shirt for the male and blouse
for the female over navy blue trousers for
male and skirts for the female. Their uniform
that day was what I loved to call eye
popping. Their blouses were tight and it
revealed all the shapes and curves they were
gifted with. Their skirts were no better. It
was above the knee and cut in a way that
the parting cut at the back of the skirt
formed a crevice through which what was
under the skirt could be seen. The school
gave the students a free hand to sew their
uniforms from home unlike their
contemporaries in the business. What they
do is sell the clothes to them while the
students sew from home; hence it was not
uncommon to see such kinds of crazy
uniforms among the male students and
provocative dressing among the females.
I looked at them as they progressed
confidently towards where we sat. They
looked questioningly into Bunmi’s eyes and
she in turn nodded towards me. I pretended
as if I did not see their exchange and asked
them why they were there. In the recesses
of my mind, I knew there was no break for
all of us which was unknown to them. They
had come to receive the reply to their
proposal but they would have their notions
changed. I would do what they want, but I
have to let them know that they are not
what they think they are.
Bimbo and Bola looked at each other
confusedly, then, they looked again at
Bunmi. The trio was evidently confused. For
the first time that day, the smile on Bunmi’s
face disappeared. Her friends were thinking
that she had not said anything and she was
wondering what I was trying to do. She had
never seen it coming. I gave myself an inner
pat on the back for a pretence well done.
Now that I had shocked them, I needed to
consolidate and then began the second
stage.
Rotimi was looking on from his seat. I
signalled to him to come over since I needed
him to hear the proposal that was tabled
before me. When he came around, I opened
my lips to talk.
“Bola and Bimbo, to what do I owe this
august visit? It seems you want to come and
say hi to your teacher. But I didn’t invite you.
Did I?” I asked obviously tormenting them.
“No sir. You didn’t invite us. But...” They
chorused. Then stopped because they
wanted one of them to talk probably Bimbo
but she doesn’t know where to start from. I
sighted that but did as if I did not because
the ‘but’ in their reply was hardly audible.
“Okay, since you have come to visit me, you
can have your seat. Bring that seat over
there and sit here.” I said pointing to
Rotimi’s chair. Rotimi was seating on my
table since Bunmi and I were sitting on my
chair and there was hardly room for an
extra pair of bums. While they were gone,
Bunmi still looked puzzled at me but did not
know what to say to me.
They returned with the chair and I asked
them to place it opposite my table and seat
themselves comfortably but after sitting,
they were still uncomfortable.
After they had been seated, I told Bunmi to
move over to their side and seat with them.
Rotimi moved from the table to my side on
the chair. He had still not talked all along. He
was watching the drama unfolding before
his eyes. He knew I was in control. The girls
were murmuring among themselves as they
asked Bunmi who was as confused as they
were. I left them to talk for close to five
minutes then I cleared my voice.
“Hmmmmm! Hmmmmm!!”
They were all alerted and looked up as my
voice hit their ears....
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Ade’s Chronicle 14
The staffroom was the place where all the
junior teachers are seated when they have
no class. The students have free access to
the room. They come there to call the next
subject teacher they have. The room served
as our rest room as well as office. There are
six tables and chairs in the room. Each table
and chair can seat two teachers but it
seated only one teacher. It was because the
senior teachers had revolted and
demanded a separate room of theirs.
Therefore, only six teachers occupy a room
meant to accommodate twelve teachers
comfortably. We were grateful, Rotimi and I,
when we were showed the place as our
offices. The room also had a bed in a
corner that was covered by a small curtain
that draped around it from floor to ceiling.
It was washed by the student offenders
twice a month. It had been changed only
once since we got to the school. The bed
served as a resting point for any teacher
who feels too weak to sit and needs to
have a short nap or a short comfortable
sleep. It also served some unofficial
purposes as many a student had been
slaughtered behind that curtain but that
was when the school had closed. The
erring parties would wait under the
pretence of having extra work to do. Then
the act gets underway and when they are
through, they leave for their homes. But at
times, situations warrant that we, the
teachers sleep in the school. Then we begin
the jostling for who and who not to sleep
on the bed.
Rotimi and I have our tables at the farthest
part of the room because of our constant
mischief and gossip. Then we were so
different from the rest because we had
never slaughtered any student at the
room’s abattoir. We understood each
other’s body and facial gestures when we
don’t want to talk in words. But now, we
are a part of the slaughterers. Rotimi, a half
time member because he hadn’t used the
bed in the staffroom. I would also become
a member soon and who knows if I would
use the staffroom.
We got to the staffroom, I, in my thoughtful
mood, she, in her smiling and victorious
mood. I went into the room first while she
followed; I could only imagine what would
be going on in the inner recesses of her
mind. There were three other teachers in
the room. Rotimi was not there yet which
means he would be in a class.
As I had said earlier, we all in the room are
junior teachers though Rotimi and I were
the most junior yet we never interfered in
any other person’s business everybody
there including the females, sleep with a
student. Yes, the female teachers get the
young boys to ‘service’ them. There were
three of the female teachers and all were
junior teachers. Ronke, the J. S. S two Basic
Science teacher, was a young lady of
twenty three years. She had an
engagement ring on her finger but I had
caught her at the ‘abattoir’ twice with
Tunde, an S. S. S three boy. Shola was
worse. She was the Junior School
Mathematics teacher. She had gone down
with three students of the school. Kunle
and Dolapo were in S. S. S two when she
‘slaughtered’ them. Presently, she was in
tune with Dolapo, an S. S. S three boy and
the Labour Prefect of the school. Folake on
her part just started and her victim was
Remi, also in the most senior class in the
school. The school was just trying to
change the recruitment policy of employing
only male teachers. More female teachers
would be employed to augment the
present three. Our school is a mess and one
hell of a school!
I walked dreamily to my seat and she
followed me without any prompting. She
greeted all the teachers she met in the
room and came over to my side. She sat
beside me and looked into my face. I knew
she could read all the fear and anxiety in
my eyeballs yet she remained silent and
speechless except the smile on her face
that was beginning to irritate me. I was
tensed with her sitting beside me. I needed
fresh air because I felt as if I was choking.
But this girl was meant to torment me. She
had plastered that smile permanently on
her face. Then out of the blues, she said,
“Sir, break time is here. They would soon
be around. But sir, do you know anything
about lesbianism?”
I looked at her again for an assurance that
I had heard her right. I did not know what
she was driving at with the question she
asked. Again she smiled. I was beginning to
be afraid of her. These girls were not what
we thought they were. They were innocent
looking but inwardly deadly or let me say
innocently poisonous.
She looked at me and asked yet again. This
time, I knew the question is coming with a
back breaking revelation and I was in for a
hell of a time. I had known too much for
comfort. The stage is set for a life changing
event. I just can’t say ‘No’ at this stage. What
will come out of her mouth is yet to be
known but I know it was just a matter of
time before she spills what is in her mind
to me knowing that I can’t back out at the
stage I was.
“Sir, don’t look at me as if you have just
seen a ghost. I know you would have learnt
about lesbianism. I know you read very
much. So it’s not new to you.” She said not
caring if the other teachers herd what she
was saying. I wondered too if they heard.
But if they heard, they made a good job of
hiding it.
Then, the next sentence I heard threw me
off balance. Just as Rotimi entered the
room with his books under his arms,
Bunmi opened her mouth and said with a
smile.......
“Sir Ade, we are lesbians!”
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Ade’s Chronicle 14
The staffroom was the place where all the
junior teachers are seated when they have
no class. The students have free access to
the room. They come there to call the next
subject teacher they have. The room served
as our rest room as well as office. There are
six tables and chairs in the room. Each table
and chair can seat two teachers but it
seated only one teacher. It was because the
senior teachers had revolted and
demanded a separate room of theirs.
Therefore, only six teachers occupy a room
meant to accommodate twelve teachers
comfortably. We were grateful, Rotimi and I,
when we were showed the place as our
offices. The room also had a bed in a
corner that was covered by a small curtain
that draped around it from floor to ceiling.
It was washed by the student offenders
twice a month. It had been changed only
once since we got to the school. The bed
served as a resting point for any teacher
who feels too weak to sit and needs to
have a short nap or a short comfortable
sleep. It also served some unofficial
purposes as many a student had been
slaughtered behind that curtain but that
was when the school had closed. The
erring parties would wait under the
pretence of having extra work to do. Then
the act gets underway and when they are
through, they leave for their homes. But at
times, situations warrant that we, the
teachers sleep in the school. Then we begin
the jostling for who and who not to sleep
on the bed.
Rotimi and I have our tables at the farthest
part of the room because of our constant
mischief and gossip. Then we were so
different from the rest because we had
never slaughtered any student at the
room’s abattoir. We understood each
other’s body and facial gestures when we
don’t want to talk in words. But now, we
are a part of the slaughterers. Rotimi, a half
time member because he hadn’t used the
bed in the staffroom. I would also become
a member soon and who knows if I would
use the staffroom.
We got to the staffroom, I, in my thoughtful
mood, she, in her smiling and victorious
mood. I went into the room first while she
followed; I could only imagine what would
be going on in the inner recesses of her
mind. There were three other teachers in
the room. Rotimi was not there yet which
means he would be in a class.
As I had said earlier, we all in the room are
junior teachers though Rotimi and I were
the most junior yet we never interfered in
any other person’s business everybody
there including the females, sleep with a
student. Yes, the female teachers get the
young boys to ‘service’ them. There were
three of the female teachers and all were
junior teachers. Ronke, the J. S. S two Basic
Science teacher, was a young lady of
twenty three years. She had an
engagement ring on her finger but I had
caught her at the ‘abattoir’ twice with
Tunde, an S. S. S three boy. Shola was
worse. She was the Junior School
Mathematics teacher. She had gone down
with three students of the school. Kunle
and Dolapo were in S. S. S two when she
‘slaughtered’ them. Presently, she was in
tune with Dolapo, an S. S. S three boy and
the Labour Prefect of the school. Folake on
her part just started and her victim was
Remi, also in the most senior class in the
school. The school was just trying to
change the recruitment policy of employing
only male teachers. More female teachers
would be employed to augment the
present three. Our school is a mess and one
hell of a school!
I walked dreamily to my seat and she
followed me without any prompting. She
greeted all the teachers she met in the
room and came over to my side. She sat
beside me and looked into my face. I knew
she could read all the fear and anxiety in
my eyeballs yet she remained silent and
speechless except the smile on her face
that was beginning to irritate me. I was
tensed with her sitting beside me. I needed
fresh air because I felt as if I was choking.
But this girl was meant to torment me. She
had plastered that smile permanently on
her face. Then out of the blues, she said,
“Sir, break time is here. They would soon
be around. But sir, do you know anything
about lesbianism?”
I looked at her again for an assurance that
I had heard her right. I did not know what
she was driving at with the question she
asked. Again she smiled. I was beginning to
be afraid of her. These girls were not what
we thought they were. They were innocent
looking but inwardly deadly or let me say
innocently poisonous.
She looked at me and asked yet again. This
time, I knew the question is coming with a
back breaking revelation and I was in for a
hell of a time. I had known too much for
comfort. The stage is set for a life changing
event. I just can’t say ‘No’ at this stage. What
will come out of her mouth is yet to be
known but I know it was just a matter of
time before she spills what is in her mind
to me knowing that I can’t back out at the
stage I was.
“Sir, don’t look at me as if you have just
seen a ghost. I know you would have learnt
about lesbianism. I know you read very
much. So it’s not new to you.” She said not
caring if the other teachers herd what she
was saying. I wondered too if they heard.
But if they heard, they made a good job of
hiding it.
Then, the next sentence I heard threw me
off balance. Just as Rotimi entered the
room with his books under his arms,
Bunmi opened her mouth and said with a
smile.......
“Sir Ade, we are lesbians!”
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Ade’s Chronicle 13

Bunmi’s revelation shocked me to the marrow. The girl had been nursing the ambition of bedding me for a long time. Whoa!

After several minutes of thought, I realised that I had no escape route other than to leave my job. If I did that, what will become of the dreams I had built? I cannot depend on my parents for life. Moreover, it was not as if they asked me to steal or rob a bank. It was a conscientious thing. I didn’t go to them myself, rather they came to me.

However, that does not make me morally bankrupt. I will go along till I get the job which I and my friend had been dreaming about and searching frantically for. But it has to be by my rules.

I heaved a heavy sigh and came back to my environment to realise that Bunmi was still standing right in front of me. She had been standing akimbo while a mischievous smile played around her lips. She had seen me lost in thought and came back to the present world.

“Sir, was it our proposal that you were thinking about?” The spoilt girl asked me a JAMB question.

I did not reply her because it was obvious she wanted to taunt me. Rather, I looked thoughtfully at her and realised that I don’t even know the names of my soon to be girlfriends. So I asked her.

“Who are these girls that are even in lust with me?”

“Sir, it is not lust o. Rather they like you or lemme say, they love you. Their names are Bola and Bimbo. Bimbo is in S. S. S three while Bola is in S. S. S two. Sir, let’s go to the staffroom, they will soon join us there. The time for break is close.” She said as she checked her wrist watch.

I know the two girls in question, Bola and Bimbo.

They were both of average height, around five feet. They are dark in
complexion, more like chocolate.

The two girls are beautiful in their ways and what I got as a clue was that there was a kind of connection between the two girls. The only thing that separated them was their classes and homes. They were like twins in school. They moved together, ate together and even went to toilet together. No wonder they came for me together!

We left the spot and moved towards the staffroom. The staffroom itself was a not- too-big affair...

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I stared at her as I marvelled at the nerve and
audacity that such a girl as young as she is
could have to broach such a sensitive subject
before me. She said it so sweetly that you
would think it was the norm of the society.
Maybe it is the norm after all.
“So what you are telling me is that there is
nothing wrong in what you are doing with
my friend?” I asked a JAMB question.
“Sir, there is nothing wrong with it o. And it’s
the in thing now o. We young girls need to
learn from you the older guys and not our
age mates who know next to nothing about
the intricate world of pleasure. Especially
nowadays that the movie stands are filled
with materials to teach us what we need to
know. Likewise, some of us have no parents
to teach us sex education so we have to
learn it by hook or by crook.” She said
gleefully.
To say I was shocked was an
understatement but what I didn’t know was
that more awaited me.
“So, is that what you want to tell me that you
said is very urgent?” I asked praying that this
spoilt girl would ease my pain and let go of
me.
“No o. That is just an introduction to the gist
of the matter sir.” She said smilingly.
“So please bail me out of this sun by saying
it.” I said.
“Sir, there is a girl in the S. S. S three arts that
would like to be your girlfriend. She actually
would have come to meet you herself but I
told her to let me tell you myself. You have
been on her radar since last term. The same
time I got fancied by Sir Rotimi. She said that
you looked unapproachable that was why
she couldn’t come then. She added that she
suffered a lot all through the hols and
couldn’t bear it anymore to miss you for the
remaining period of her stay in this school.
So, I pitied her and said I would talk to you
about it.” She narrated.
“So what would you have me do to help this
friend of yours?” I queried foolishly.
“It’s simple sir. Just agree to be her friend
and what happens between I and your
friend will be happening between both of
you. Sir, her WAEC exams would be affected if
you refuse and also, we would easily robe
you into a minor case that could earn you a
little time in Police cell. She is a day student
and she stays not quite far from my place.
She gets jealous when she sees I and Sir
Rotimi going out of the neighbourhood. I
would have let her share him with me but
she doesn’t like that. She would rather share
you with anybody else. She is captivated by
you. Sir, just say ‘NO’ and I can assure you
that in three days, you won’t like yourself.”
She threatened.
I knew the blackmail would be foolproof. The
students of our school are notorious for that.
There was a guy who still is behind the bars
from one of their conspiracies. It is better to
enjoy the discreteness of what they had to
offer than spend quality time listening to the
song of mosquitoes in a dirty Nigerian Police
Station. But I won’t give in that easily.
“So, is that all?” I asked again.
“No sir.” She said smiling devilishly.
Then I knew I was in a deep mess. These
girls had been sleeping with virtually all the
male teachers they could lay their hands on
in the school. The Principal included. But I am
the only one who they are now seeing as
their last target. Something told me that
another girl is in the offing but let me hear it
from the horse’s mouth. They had caught me
well after donkey’s years of trailing.
How I wish I could just resign my
appointment and take up another job. My
fiancée would not want any of it. My parents
are not the moralists yet they would not
understand. Rather they would think it was
the other way round. Rotimi had fallen into
it. I see no escape route for me other than to
take each day as it comes. There are rules for
every game and these are far more
experienced players than I was.
I swallowed hard as I stared back into
Bunmi’s eyes urging her to spill it out. The
look I saw in their told me that she knew she
had got me and there was no need to rush.
She was a good schemer. No wonder she
was made their spokesperson!
“There is another girl in S. S. S two Orange.
She is in the Sciences. She likes to have you
too. But since she lives farther than the other
girl, she will only play the game in your place.
She will come to see you in the staff room
later today. In fact they will come together
because they both will even like a party
someday. So be at rest. They are aware of
each other.” She said compounding my
misery.
I was right. My mind had said the truth. But I
was baffled. What did these young women
see in me? I needed to know. There was no
better opportunity than now to ask. So I took
it.
“What did they see in me Bunmi? I need to
ask what attracted them to me.” I queried
my tormentor.
She smiled, nay laughed, a throaty one
before saying, “It’s not what they see in you
rather it’s what did we see in you? Because I
am one of them too. I like you too but I
wanted somebody fast and that was why I
went for your friend. I couldn’t wait like the
others. Your friend is good too. But you are
calm, cool, collected, reserved, and you have a
very handsome face and a very good
carriage. I have a plan in motion to have a
taste of you myself. So, just be prepared. It
will come sooner or later. Sir Rotimi too will
have other girls soon who are dying to taste
him. Let’s have fun sir. All I say to you is; be
prepared. Like the boy’s scout motto.” She
ended her narration smacking her lips.
I knew I was in for a swell time in this new
act and world.....
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Ade’s Chronicle 11

The second term of the school calendar soon began and work started in earnest. The amorous affair between Rotimi and Bunmi
was blossoming by the day as they both played by the rules of their engagement.
They never showed any sign of activity in school, at least that was to the best of my knowledge.

Immediately school closed for
the day, Bunmi will come to our house for a dose of her medicine. She never missed it.

She also told her parents that she needed to take up extra coaching classes in the subjects we taught. That was her excuse for coming to our house on a daily basis. So,
immediately she comes in, I take my time to teach her my own subject and after I had concluded my part, Rotimi takes it up from
there, teaching her both Economics and more.

I also went about my duties in the school conscientiously till a particular day when I was teaching the S. S. S two class, Bunmi signalled to me that I should come. I went to her seat only for her to give me a crumpled note that said:

Sir, I would like to tell you something after the class. It’s urgent and can’t wait till we get
home. To ease your mind, it’s nothing much and sir Rotimi is not aware.

I looked up from the note and looked at her. There was a smile on her face telling me that she knew what she was doing. I was baffled but I know I can’t let that disrupt my class. I continued my lectures and after the class did as if I had forgotten about the note. I left their class and headed for the staff room only to hear a voice calling me. It was Bunmi.

I waited till she caught up with me on the pathway leading the S.S.S two classes to the S.S.S three classes.

“Good afternoon sir.” She had greeted.
“Good afternoon Bunmi. How are you this afternoon?” I asked seeming to control my anxious self.
“I am fine sir as you can see and thank you for the class today. I really got it sir.” She replied smiling.

I was a little apprehensive but I know I can’t let it show. Barrages of questions were flowing through my mind as to why she
wanted to see me.

“That is my job and it’s what I am paid to do. Moreover, it’s why you are in school; To learn new things.” I offered.

Then she went to why she had written the note.
“Sir, I said I wanted to see you after the class. But it seems that you have forgotten that’s why I ran after you. I am sorry if I caused you any anxiety.” She pleaded.
“No problem. I have even forgotten about it. But thanks for the reminder. Since you said it was urgent. Shoot it out and lemme hear it.” I said my heart palpating madly.

She cleared her throat and looked straight into my face, she had been looking either on the ground or at the nearby trees before.

“Sir, I noticed that you have no girlfriends like your friend, sir Rotimi. By girlfriend, I mean a small young girl like how I am to
your friend. I also know that you have a fiancée but I think you need someone to ease out tension at times. There are a lot of young girls like me around who want to
catch fun at no expense to you, rather they will expend their funds to make it work sir. So, I think you need someone soonest.”
She said to me without batting an eyelid and my mouth is left open.

What effrontery!

I just looked on as if I was star struck, or rather shell shocked. I would have welcomed it but I know that she has something on her sleeves and would robe me in sooner or later but not this soon. She had caught me unawares.


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Ade’s Chronicle 10
The meal was a combination of various ingredients put together with rice. It was what I loved to call ‘Yellow rice’. It might not be actually coloured like the Jollof rice, but it was palatable and pleasing to the taste buds. Our soup had been finished the previous night hence; Rotimi had ensured that she used the same pot for the cooking of the rice. Bunmi was a good cook and it surprised me. That was a point for her as ‘bad’ as she was.
We settled down to eat the food. This time around, no one rushed to get their tummies filled. Thirty minutes later, the rice was history and had become a resident of our various stomachs. Bunmi packed the plates and did the dishes and pots and then she picked up her bag and announced that she was going home.
Rotimi and I walked her to the bus stop where she got on a bus to Mushin. The sun was not as merciless as it was the previous day and by the time we got back home, it was one p.m. I flopped unto the bed while Rotimi settled on the half rug that was in the centre of the room. As usual, we started a gist about what happened between them.
I had always told the female folks that I know that most guys are infected with the ‘kiss and tell’ syndrome. Whatever happened between both of you would become the topic of discussion between him and his friend or among his friends. The only female that is spared is mostly a guy’s fiancée. Any other girl is a centre of public gist. So, decide for yourself!
“Ol boy. That babe wan kill me o! But you know say I be actor, I no allow make she win. Na she run for the end. Trust your guy na.” Rotimi boasted.
“How e take be wey una come go balcony?” I asked.
“Na the babe o. She say inside dey hot make we go out. I tell am say we no go fit carry the bed since that one big wella, she say make we manage the mat. Na so I gree for am o. Ol boy, body dey pain me sef.” Rotimi narrated as he rolled to my side.
“Maybe make we buy that student mattress sef. That one no go make body pain una again. That one go cost like 7k but e go serve us wella. Abi wetin you think?” I suggested.
“Na the thing wey I been dey think be that o. We go buy am tomorrow na.” Rotimi agreed.
“So how the babe be na?” I asked to know the main event.
“The girl sweet o. But that her place no dey tight wella. She don dey do am tey tey. Lola own sef tight pass am. You sabi as Lola go almost dey cry when we dey do am that time, this one no be so o. She just dey take am as I dey give am, she come dey shake like say na honey I dey thruway give am. She even say I no do am reach but sha that na before we come chop Eba. Ol boy, that girl na winch!” He said relishing his escapade.
I listened attentively as he narrated how he went down with Bunmi from the kiss of the first round to the moans, the ‘uhs’, ‘ahs’, and the final attestation of how good he was by Bunmi.
It was not the first time we would be having such a discussion but what made this different was that the girl involved was a ‘small girl’. Lola and the rest we had been ‘banging’ were matured ladies. They weren’t fifteen or sixteen year olds. What also baffled me was his assertion that the girl was wilder and ‘more experienced’ than the previous ladies we had met and who were obviously older than she is. Wonders shall never cease!
I should note here that whatever went on between us and our respective fiancées never got discussed. We only discussed open ones like quarrels and the ones that needed one of to beg the other’s fiancée on his behalf. What went on when the lights are off are not discussed.
Thus began the official rumble in the jungle between my friend and one of my students. The party occurred home and away. Most times, it was in our house and I had known the sleeping arrangements. Rotimi never complained of body pains again because we had bought the student mattress as we planned. Even on one occasion, I could have sworn that I heard as Rotimi made Bunmi yearn for more. It could also be that I was dreaming. Bunmi too would invite him to her house, mostly in the afternoon, and they would take the romp to another level. That was the news Rotimi gave when he came back from such escapades. The night fight is left for our house.
What of me? You would ask. I got my share. And things got to a stage we .......... Let me leave that or you could take guesses...

Time flew and school resumed. Bunmi made good her promise without telling either I or Rotimi. What did she do?........



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ADE'S CHRONICLE 9

I was in a land where all pains and suffering ceased to exist. I was in the arms of a loving wife and my kids were running around gleefully. I was reclining in a lovely arm-chair in a garden with sweet smelling flowers when a thud on my back woke me.
It was Rotimi who had slapped me on the back and brought me out of my dream. I opened my sleep-befuddled eyes to see him smiling pleadingly at me with his eyes. Beside him was his 'partner-in-crime', Bunmi. Her hair was an evidence that she had not had it easy with him- it was dishevelled. Her eyes were also smiling hungrily as they met mine. She was breathing as one who had just ran a five thousand metres race. They had just completed a round.... Good for them?

I got up from the bed, rubbed my eyes with my palms to clear the sleep out of it and faced Rotimi.
''Why did you come to disturb my beauty dream now?'' I said in formal English which we used when the matter was serious. I had feigned the seriousness. Rotimi apologised profusely and said, ''Ol boy, na hunger o! E wan kill me o, my belle don empty o.'' I looked at him and was about to laugh but he did not mind me, he continued ranting.
''Bunmi sef dey shout hungry o! She say her belle don empty so na im we say make we come see if you leave anything for us.'' He concluded giving me room to reply.
''Una don look kitchen?'' I asked them.
''We never look there o. We just enter come wake you straight. Bro, no vex for us eh.'' He said again.
I was not angry at all, I was rather happy to be privileged to have a first-hand sight of how they looked after their sexual exploits-the first round though.
''Eba dey kitchen. Meke Bunmi carry soup for pot make all of us chop am together. Una don make me hungry. I carry heunger go bed ni o.'' I said as a sharp guy. I had begun to feel a little hunger so I used the opportunity to share in the largesse they were about to enjoy.

They went into the kitchen to bring out the food. Rotimi carried the Eba while Bunmi took the soup. They set down the food then she spoke for the first time since they came in from their romp complaining of hunger.
''Sir Ade, we are sorry for making you go to bed in hunger and wake you up again in the middle of the night.'' She had said.
''How did you send me to bed hungry?'' I asked.
''You didn't eat before sleeping now, or did you eat?'' She replied.
''I didn't but I could have eaten so you weren't responsible for it. So please, don't be sorry.'' I admonished.

Rotimi came in with the hand washing water and we washed our hands and attacked the meal with all gusto. It was evident that they were hungry as Rotimi never cared that Bunmi was there and Bunmi herself never cared about us. She was eating like she was under a spell. I had to soft pedal for them to eat their fill so I took small morsels at long intervals.

After nothing of the food remained in the bowl, they heaved a huge sigh and both said ''Thank you.'' We all packed the plates to the kitchen and took turns to wash our hands the previous water having become very dirty. Bunmi offered to do the dishes and nobody objected.
In no time, she was through, then she joined us in the room where Rotimi and I were chatting. She went straight to him and sat on his laps. There was nothing more to be shy of anymore, was there?

I faced the wall on the bed I was lying on so that I won't cause myself unnecessary 'agro'. The time was 1:26 a.m and sleep was not forthcoming so I decided to log into a popular online forum I had just joined, Nairaland. I was reading a story written by a member called Yettocome. The title was 'Life's Symphony' and I had been captivated by the story. I logged in and began reading the next episode of the story.

By the time I was through reading the episode that talked about how the main character had lost his childhood lover and travelled to Lagos, it was almost three in the morning.
I turned to find the chair empty. Rotimi and Bunmi had left again for the balcony and I was not aware. 'No problem, it's their time.' I thought to myself and covered myself up with my Ankara wrapper and drifted off into dreamland.

I opened my eyes at 10:15 a.m to find that food was ready. Bunmi was grinning from ear to ear as she looked at me and saw disbelief in my eyes. I could not believe that I had slept for that long and that Rotimi could allow Bunmi to cook what we would eat that morning. He could at least wait till she became a 'regular'.
I asked of Rotimi and I was told that he had gone to have his bath. Bunmi herself was already dressed and she looked elegant in her new clothes. I never knew she had a change of clothing in her bag. It thought me a lesson; never underrate a woman or girl's bag, because you never know what is in it.

Rotimi came out minutes later dripping water all over the floor of the room. He gave her a peck and dressed up. I got up from the bed and took over the bathroom and had a hurried bath. I was so hungry that I could eat an elephant....

ADE'S CHRONICLE 9

I was in a land where all pains and suffering ceased to exist. I was in the arms of a loving wife and my kids were running around gleefully. I was reclining in a lovely arm-chair in a garden with sweet smelling flowers when a thud on my back woke me.
It was Rotimi who had slapped me on the back and brought me out of my dream. I opened my sleep-befuddled eyes to see him smiling pleadingly at me with his eyes. Beside him was his 'partner-in-crime', Bunmi. Her hair was an evidence that she had not had it easy with him- it was dishevelled. Her eyes were also smiling hungrily as they met mine. She was breathing as one who had just ran a five thousand metres race. They had just completed a round.... Good for them?

I got up from the bed, rubbed my eyes with my palms to clear the sleep out of it and faced Rotimi.
''Why did you come to disturb my beauty dream now?'' I said in formal English which we used when the matter was serious. I had feigned the seriousness. Rotimi apologised profusely and said, ''Ol boy, na hunger o! E wan kill me o, my belle don empty o.'' I looked at him and was about to laugh but he did not mind me, he continued ranting.
''Bunmi sef dey shout hungry o! She say her belle don empty so na im we say make we come see if you leave anything for us.'' He concluded giving me room to reply.
''Una don look kitchen?'' I asked them.
''We never look there o. We just enter come wake you straight. Bro, no vex for us eh.'' He said again.
I was not angry at all, I was rather happy to be privileged to have a first-hand sight of how they looked after their sexual exploits-the first round though.
''Eba dey kitchen. Meke Bunmi carry soup for pot make all of us chop am together. Una don make me hungry. I carry heunger go bed ni o.'' I said as a sharp guy. I had begun to feel a little hunger so I used the opportunity to share in the largesse they were about to enjoy.

They went into the kitchen to bring out the food. Rotimi carried the Eba while Bunmi took the soup. They set down the food then she spoke for the first time since they came in from their romp complaining of hunger.
''Sir Ade, we are sorry for making you go to bed in hunger and wake you up again in the middle of the night.'' She had said.
''How did you send me to bed hungry?'' I asked.
''You didn't eat before sleeping now, or did you eat?'' She replied.
''I didn't but I could have eaten so you weren't responsible for it. So please, don't be sorry.'' I admonished.

Rotimi came in with the hand washing water and we washed our hands and attacked the meal with all gusto. It was evident that they were hungry as Rotimi never cared that Bunmi was there and Bunmi herself never cared about us. She was eating like she was under a spell. I had to soft pedal for them to eat their fill so I took small morsels at long intervals.

After nothing of the food remained in the bowl, they heaved a huge sigh and both said ''Thank you.'' We all packed the plates to the kitchen and took turns to wash our hands the previous water having become very dirty. Bunmi offered to do the dishes and nobody objected.
In no time, she was through, then she joined us in the room where Rotimi and I were chatting. She went straight to him and sat on his laps. There was nothing more to be shy of anymore, was there?

I faced the wall on the bed I was lying on so that I won't cause myself unnecessary 'agro'. The time was 1:26 a.m and sleep was not forthcoming so I decided to log into a popular online forum I had just joined, Nairaland. I was reading a story written by a member called Yettocome. The title was 'Life's Symphony' and I had been captivated by the story. I logged in and began reading the next episode of the story.

By the time I was through reading the episode that talked about how the main character had lost his childhood lover and travelled to Lagos, it was almost three in the morning.
I turned to find the chair empty. Rotimi and Bunmi had left again for the balcony and I was not aware. 'No problem, it's their time.' I thought to myself and covered myself up with my Ankara wrapper and drifted off into dreamland.

I opened my eyes at 10:15 a.m to find that food was ready. Bunmi was grinning from ear to ear as she looked at me and saw disbelief in my eyes. I could not believe that I had slept for that long and that Rotimi could allow Bunmi to cook what we would eat that morning. He could at least wait till she became a 'regular'.
I asked of Rotimi and I was told that he had gone to have his bath. Bunmi herself was already dressed and she looked elegant in her new clothes. I never knew she had a change of clothing in her bag. It thought me a lesson; never underrate a woman or girl's bag, because you never know what is in it.

Rotimi came out minutes later dripping water all over the floor of the room. He gave her a peck and dressed up. I got up from the bed and took over the bathroom and had a hurried bath. I was so hungry that I could eat an elephant....

Ade’s Chronicle 8
Time goes fast when you are having fun. In no time, we were home and that began the long night for Rotimi and Bunmi. She was surprised at the heat that our room exuded. We only had a very fast ceiling fan but had no generator so she had to cope with the heat. It reminded me of the saying that what the dead sees in the grave, death brought it to him. So, it was not our fault that that was what we could afford and moreover we were better in status than most of our mates.
She took off her top to reveal a black camisole. She picked up the hand fan I had left before going out and started fanning herself. And come to think of it, it was in the evening and the sun had descended into its home, but the fury it left behind was still there though not as much as it was when the sun was still residing directly above our heads. Maybe because she was not used to such heat, only she could tell.
Rotimi encouraged her to be comfortable as he went into our kitchen or say kitchenette and came out with a bowl of rice. I said a bowl of rice because all the rice we had cooked that morning was put in a medium wash hand basin we used to make Eba. He brought three spoons because he knew we had not eaten all day and what we ate in Bunmi’s house couldn’t be called food. It was what Rotimi and I called deception because it leads to more hunger.
We all tackled the food with a renewed gusto. I was surprised that such a butter girl like Bunmi will be eating in the same bowl with pakos like us. But it shows that she can go to any extent to achieve her aim which you all know already. We ate the rice and the two pieces of meat that came with it. Rotimi was being lenient with Bunmi when it came to the meat sharing. He suggested that she took one piece while he and I share the other piece. I refused and went for a knife and divided the two pieces into three parts cutting a little of each piece. Bunmi was happy to eat the meat like that with us and we were happy to host her.
Time flew like no one’s friend and it was night. I never knew what Rotimi had planned for her. Our apartment had a balcony because it was on the second floor of a two storeyed building and I had been thinking of sleeping there. The almighty PHCN gave us light around eight p.m. so we all sat to watch television, the channel I cannot remember now.
Bunmi sat on the bed with Rotimi while I perched on one of the plastic chairs we had in the room. We all watched and laughed where necessary. We discussed the discussable and argued the arguable.
By nine p.m., it was time for the news. I tuned the TV to the federal government’s mouthpiece (NTA) to hear what the President has achieved. After the headlines, I tuned again to a more balanced AIT to hear another version of the same story that NTA had painted so well. This went on till half past the hour of nine.
All along, Bunmi had been talking about the headlines but suddenly she became quiet. I never suspected any foul play as I was engrossed in the news as was my practice. When the news was over, I turned to look at the couple who were seated on the bed and I was shocked to find the bed empty. They had gone out of the room and I never noticed. I scanned the room to see if my eyes were not playing a fast one on me, but I saw that they had truly ‘disappeared’ from the room and as well they went with the mat that we kept in a corner of the room. I knew where they would be.
I lay on the bed to sleep because I was not ready to disturb their ‘show’ for the second time that day, but a rumbling in my stomach reminded me that it had been hours I last ate something called food. I ran into the kitchen to boil water for making Eba. While that was on fire, I darted to the balcony to alert the lovebirds, sorry, lustbirds that I was about making Eba and also to know if they would be interested in it. I was shocked by what I saw.
Rotimi was already half naked while Bunmi was worse. The shout I had in my throat was forced back and the speed with which I came out was suddenly dead. They were locked in the hottest of kisses that I had ever seen. I already knew the answer to my question because they will definitely need food by the time they will be through with what they were doing. And I was not wrong afterwards!
I ran back to the kitchen to make Eba for three and warm the stew after which I settled down to tackle my own protin of the food with the biggest piece of meat in the pot. No be me send dem work. Abi na me?

After eating, I jumped on the bed to rest my head and knew not when the hands of sleep took me. Rotimi woke me around one o’clock, shouting for food....

Ade's Chronicle 7
(Dedicated to the other readers so far today)

My hypocritical cough would have alerted them as I did not go in immediately, hence they would have rearranged themselves because when I got in, they were sitting apart like teacher and student. I heard Bunmi mutter something that I thought was directed to me and Rotimi smiled as he heard. I must have missed it during my eavesdropping act.

What she said was, “Sir, I think we need to get someone for Sir Ade.”

My heart skipped a beat as I heard that I will have someone like Bunmi to myself. My conscience pricked me but let me tell you
now that I am no saint. I also have a ready girlfriend who will become wife as soon as things permit. No problem let them bring
her on and we shall see!

Bunmi excused herself for twenty minutes and came back with a steaming plate of rice and stew with lots of beef. She accompanied it with another two packs of orange juice. We wasted no time as we all tucked it in and ten minutes later, we were done with it.

Rotimi signalled our intention to go home and Bunmi again excused herself, this time for close to thirty minutes. She came out
looking smashingly beautiful.

Indeed, school uniforms hide the talents of teenagers. I wondered why she was thus dressed but Rotimi helped out as he offered that she would be going with us to our place and might spend the night as well. She would call her mother and announce to her that
she would be having a night reading session with one of her friends who lived in Yaba.

“So fast!” I exclaimed. She looked
at me as if that I am from outer space. It’s her funeral, let her bear it...


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Ade's Chronicle 6.
(Dedicated to the Rock and Clemzy)

I sat on the balcony and slowly devoured my snack. While at it, I eavesdropped on the conversation between the two ‘friends’.

“Sir, I never believed you will come to my house today o. It really surprised me that you can come in this hot weather. I have to first say thank you for coming and also bringing along Uncle Ade.” Bunmi had said.

I knew Rotimi would have worn the passive look we usually wear after being mischievous and the
other party is yet to smarten up from the result of our act.

He said, “It’s nothing. At least this is what you want or is there anything else you want?” He continued his pretence.
He wanted her to spell it all out. But I am sure he was not aware that I could hear their conversation. The bimbo did not know what his intentions were, she unashamedly poured out her foolishness.

“Sir, it’s not only visiting that I need o. I want to know your house as well. Then I want more benefits from you. What I believe in is FWB. I know you would have your own girlfriend but I don’t mind cos I believe that you have enough to go round the two of us.
The only thing is that I would not want her to leave you on my account. I will still be calling you ‘Sir’ as we do in school. I know that I came by myself to meet you, so I have to respect you so that I can get what I want. Be rest assured that with the benefits will
come profit for you too sir. Finally, the act can take place here or in your house, that’s why I said I need to know your place. I don’t
mind coming there when need be. I know that you and your friend will see me as a wayward girl but I see myself as a bad sharp girl who sees what she wants and went for it before others beat her to it.” She had rambled on and on excitedly.

Where I sat and listened, I could not but wonder what a fifteen year old girl had become in our world. Real big signs!
But as the saying goes... little blame to the child who steals, more to the parents who left him to steal again and again...


Rotimi replied, “No problems as far as you don’t disrespect yourself. If you do, I will highly disrespect you and also know that
there are others who want to be Friends With Benefits with me as you want. It’s not the threat you gave me that made me come to you but I just think you can change. I now see also that you can’t change. Me I will give you the benefits you want. JUST DON’T CAUSE SCENES! Your blackmail won’t work cos there are numerous schools in the state.”

I knew he was bluffing because he was shaken by the threats she had made. We had suffered before getting that job.

I laughed as my friend said that. The conversation went on for some thirty to thirty five minutes before I heard nothing again.

Then I peeped only to see the two of them in a hot kissing session. I turned back and prepared to disrupt their rendezvous.

Three minutes later, I cleared my throat after packing up my things from the balcony.

“Hmmmmmmmnnnnn,” I coughed hypocritically to remind and prepare them for my entrance....



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Phinity318: @Rock555 joor ooo.@ OP jst continue my coment is YETTOCOME


Lol..

Na kid I jst dy kid


Lol...

I was just kidding


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Ur intro is captivating,I hope say u no go disapoint bah?


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Allah Ja Zamanin ka,kamar na Ice Prince fire of zamani

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Kikikikikikihihih (lafs in hausa)

I am just learning boss and I cant promise not to disappoint but those that read my first story 'Life's Symphony' said it was good. Since as a writer, you can never know the worth of your work. So, all I can say is stay tuned and watch as it unfolds. God bless your hustles...

The rock5555: Baba i don show.

*grabs front seat*

i hope bleeping scences go dey ba?

Oga the Rock, no qualms. There are, but not as explicit as you can bet on. It's in a coded way. Just wait and see sha. The next episode carries your name.

Ade's Chronicle 5.
(Dedicated to Prince Adepoju)

Bunmi led the way to her house which was not far from the bus stop. It was a five storeyed building that was painted cream. It would not have been more than five or six years but it looked like a forty year old building. The developer who built it never cared a hoot about the lots of the occupants of the building. It was capable of falling at anytime. It was like most houses in Lagos
that collapse without notices.

Bunmi”s father had paid and his family habited the third floor of the building. We climbed the stairs and were let in by Bunmi
who was the only one at home. The girl didn’t lie when she said she was always home alone. The house was a four bedroom flat and the interior did not depict the true nature of the exterior we saw when coming in. It looked like a totally different world. The sitting room was the next room after the
three rooms and the kitchen and restrooms. The last of the rooms was the master bedroom. It had a door leading to it from the sitting room. What I saw of the house justified the impression I had that Bunmi’s parents were a little above the middle class.

No wonder they sent her to our school. Their school fee is something I can’t remember now, but I know it’s on the high side.

Everything in the house spoke of their high taste. From the Plasma television, the curtains, the sofas that swallowed you when you sit and invite you to sleep from afar, to the tiled floor and the centre rug which was as soft as the sand of the beach. The sight was glorifying and wonderful and I took it all in graciously.

Bunmi offered us cold drinks after we had been seated in the air-conditioned sitting room.

“Ol boy ye, money good o! See life for here, I don forget say sun been wan kill me before o!”

I quickly typed and sent to Rotimi
as a text message when Bunmi was out of the room. She opened two packs chilled five alive berry blast drinks with two glasses. Rotimi wasted no time as he tucked his drink into his flat stomach. I gave him a look which
said, ‘you are a glutton.’

Bunmi went out again only to come in with a pack of crisp fried chin-chin. She saw that I had not touched the drink.

“Sir, are you quarrelling with your drink? Or you don’t want that variant? Or have I offended you
sir?” she reeled out without waiting for an answer. I did not know where to start the answering from. The fact was that I was pleased with the house, but I was not pleased at the manner in which we came about her. I believed that a man should be
the one running after a woman and not vice versa. Lots of thoughts bombarded my heart.
What if her parents come in? How do we explain ourselves? When are they coming back? What of her other boyfriends? Won’t they try to harm us if they find out that these ‘fine boys’ are stealing away their girlfriend from them? Anyhow we shall survive them.

”When problems arise, the problem should not be thought about; rather the solution should occupy your thoughts.” One of my
lecturers had said back in school.

I came back to Moshalashi, Mushin, from my thought and told her that I was just resting after walking for long in the hot sun. She relaxed a bit and sat beside Rotimi. I did as if I did not see her and faced my own chin- chin and drink.

I requested for ice which she generously gave to me and left the sitting room for them with my booty. I went to the balcony which faced the street and took in
the beauty of nature in that hot sun.

Seeing people walking up and down in the sun looking for ways to make ends meet and seeing the irony of me in an A. C filled house that hardly knew if the sun was fierce made me know that life is indeed unequal.

[quote author=PrinceAdepoju][/quote]Hon. Prince Adepoju, bro, sorry I didnt recognise you earlier. God bless your hustles.

The next update is dedicated to you alone. Thanks.

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Ade's Chronicle 4.
(Dedicated to Adegwurulez and Blazinraj)

Bunmi picked the phone at the third trial.
“Hello,” She said. It was obvious that my friend had not given her his number which is one of our modus operandi.
“Hello Bunmi, it’s Rotimi. Where are you?” Rotimi said.
“Sir Rotimi, I am at home.” Bunmi quipped.
“Ol boy, you dey mad o! Something dey worry you. Ah ah! So the babe never know say we dey come, you come carry me dey fry inside this hot sun.” I was pissed as I said. Rotimi laughed and slapped me on my back.
“I wan take am surprise the babe. Sorry paddy mi.” He apologised as I smiled and that was the end.

He redialled Bunmi’s number which he had cut after my outburst. She picked again, this
time at the first ring.
“Hello sir, the network here can be frustrating at times. I am sorry
sir. You were about telling me something before the line went dead.” Bunmi ranted on after picking the call.
“Yeah, I am at the bus stop you told me about. I mean the bus stop to your place.” Rotimi said.

Bunmi must have been elated on hearing that Rotimi was close to her house. That was what she had wanted all along, coming to our place and Rotimi visiting her for lots of rendezvous.

“Sir you mean you are at Moshalashi?” She asked the normal Nigerian way. Rotimi mused at this and muttered under his breath “No, at Oyingbo.” Before saying loudly to show his displeasure, “Just come to the bus
stop and pick me or I go back to my house. The sun is smoking me up.”

Bunmi sensed his irritation. “I am sorry sir. It just surprised me a lot sir. I am already on my way sir. What are you wearing? I mean
how do I spot you sir?”

Rotimi smiled before saying “Just come. When you get to the bus stop, call me and I will direct you to where I am. Be fast about it cos I am frying in this sun o.”

I looked askance at my friend. I don’t know what he had up his sleeves. I know him well but at times, he can be mischievous, so am I. We do things to surprise each other. What he had decided to do with Bunmi was beyond me then, but I knew that with time I would know, hence, I decided to fold my arms and watch the unfolding drama.

As I was busy with my thoughts, my eye caught a smashingly pretty girl of about fifteen years. She was fair, five feet and some
inches by my estimation, she was endowed in front and behind. Her hair was braided in the style called ‘Ghana Weaving’ and she was wearing a provocatively short black skirt. On it, she wore a green camisole. And her feet were enshrined in flat golden slippers.
My attention brought me back to the present.
I raised my head to look at the beauty who had invaded the privacy of my thoughts and lo and behold, it was BUNMI!

I signalled to Rotimi who obviously had seen her too and whistled while saying
“Ol boy ye! Uniform dey hide talent o! No wonder this girl wan kill you! She sef know wetin she
worth o.!”
Rotimi got the gist and laughed
aloud, a sign that he agreed totally with what I had said.

She was not too far from us, so we could see her. She could not see us because she was busy dialling Rotimi’s number which rang
immediately. He picked it and told her to look straight ahead of her. She did, saw us and ran towards us. I got over my initial
lustful admiration and watched as she hugged my friend tightly. She greeted me too and gave me a light hug. She feared me a lot
because I had called her bluff once in the class when she was busy with another thing while I was teaching. She only respected
Rotimi, not fear, and from the findings we made, she had mulled before coming to meet Rotimi to be her ‘friend’.

Mine was on the way, I never knew. Bunmi had a plan for me....