I followed her to the junction
even though
that wasn’t my direction. I
suspected she
sensed I was following her, the
way her rotating waist suddenly
changed velocity.
At the junction I stood aside
pretending to
wait for a bus while praying
hard hers didn’t come.
I was there Oshodi Isale came
and passed
and she didn’t enter. Oshodi
Oke came she
didn’t enter still. Another ten minutes of
watching her
wonder hips the sun’s heat
restored back
my senses and finally I realized
myself and started to walk back.
When I heard, ‘Young man,
excuse me’ I
didn’t stop immediately. I
wanted to be sure
it was for me. ‘Excuse me?’ I heard again.
I turned and here she was, the
big-hipped
lady, waving at me to come
closer. For a
second I thought it was my imagination
playing me.
‘Do you mean me, Ma?’
She nodded. ‘Yes, you.’
‘Good afternoon, Ma.’ I was
now standing in front of her.
‘Good afternoon, handsome,
how are you?’
‘Fine, Ma.’
She stared at me, smiling a
smile that was difficult to understand. I stood
there,
twisting in awkward silence.
Finally she said, with this
knowing smile, ‘I
know you were following me.’ I wilted in guilt. ‘I –I am sorry,’ I
muttered,
not knowing what else to say.
She nodded, still smiling—that
kind of half-
formed smile that stay on people’s face
when they are thinking about
something
else.
Without another word she thrust
her big handbag into my hands and
turned to walk
back the way she’d come. I
didn’t know
what to do. I quickly followed
her. ‘Ma?’ ‘Madam?’ ‘Ma, I said I was
sorry, I didn’t –’
She turned and gave me this
large smile.
‘Don’t worry, handsome, you
are not in any trouble.’
There was something about the
way she
called me handsome,
something so
stimulating I could almost feel a reaction in
my groin. Or maybe it was just
her hips.
They now seemed larger,
rounder, more
rousing. With desire streaked with
apprehension I
followed the big-assed woman
till she
turned into a compound I
presumed was where she lived. She was well
known by her
neighbours. ‘Mummy Kemi,
welcome.
‘Mummy Kemi, you are back so
soon?’ ‘Mummy Kemi, wetin you buy?’
They all
seemed to have something to
tell her. But in
all their garrulity one could
sense, somehow, how much they
gossiped about
her.
Mummy Kemi barely responded
to any of
them as she walked past to her door. She
opened the door and asked me
to come in.
I stepped into the room and she
quickly
bolted the door. The room was cramped but
neat. The high mattress took a
greater space
of the room. Other items; a tall
white
refrigerator, a plastic cupboard, wooden
shoe rack, etc., surrounded it.
She took the bag from me.
‘Thank you,
handsome.’
Now that she collected it from me I realized
how heavy the bag had been.
‘Do you care for anything?’ she
asked me.
‘Nothing, Ma.’
As though she hadn’t heard me, she leaned
over and opened the tall fridge.
‘Take.’ She was handing me a
can of coke.
I took it from her. ‘Thank you,
Ma.’ ‘Now you have to stop calling
me Ma. I’m
not that old.’
‘Ok, Ma.’
She gave an eye.
‘Sorry. No Ma again.’ ‘Good.’ She stood and, facing
the wall, she
pulled off her brown blouse.
I tried hard not to look but it
wasn’t easy,
the temptation. I saw the black strap of her
bra and quickly turned away.
When I summoned up courage
to look
again, what I saw momentarily
froze me. There they were, the two roller
hips, now
completely bare, naked, staring
back at me.
I regained consciousness only
to find Mummy Kemi on top of me,
unbuttoning
my shirt. ‘I know you’ve always
wanted
me,’ she was muttering, her
fingers freeing one small button after another.
‘I see the
way you always look at me
whenever I pass
your mother’s shop. I see the
longing in your eyes.’
I kept saying yes, as if that
would ensure
she didn’t stop.
Thankfully she didn’t. But she
wasn’t absolutely gentle. When it
appeared the last
two buttons had turned non-
cooperative she
held the shirt and jerked it
away, tearing off the stubborn buttons. In the
same
aggressive manner my trousers
followed.
Now fully naked on the bed I
became embarrassed to see just how
small I was
compared to this big woman.
My only
compensation came from the
dude between my legs. Mummy Kemi would
later tease me
that alone, my D**k would
weigh more than
my whole body put together.
Like a falling tree, Mummy Kemi landed on
the bed back first beside me. I
was swung a
few times before the mattress
settled. With
one hand she lifted me onto herself.
And my work began. We didn’t
have sex. I
did manual labour.
For over two hours I sucked on
her tits, big hard tits the size palm nuts. And
when she
finally released me was to push
me down to
between her massive thighs.
And there, right in the depth, I was buried
for another
thirty minutes, or so.
And then Mummy Kemi heaved
left and put
her hand behind the mattress. She threw
the pink box of Gold Circle to
me. I wasn’t
fast enough to catch it and it hit
my arm
and skidded off. I quietly picked it from the
floor.
It had been very surprising how
she
controlled all the actions from
the bed where just lay like a queen
termite.
She made this canine-like
sound when I
first slid into her. Settling in, she
barked again. And then as I took her in
quick
energetic thrusts, she continued
to whine. In
the sounds I saw reward for all
my work, and so I vied to see them
intensified. And it
happened. But I didn’t keep up
for much too
long. To both our
disappointment, I began to vibrate uncontrollably and
before I could
realize what was happening I
had poured.
I could see the disappointment
on her face as I pulled out of her. I pulled
off the filled
condom and lay on the bed
beside her.
‘Have some rest, handsome,
and we will continue,’ she said to me.
I nodded, trying hard to restore
my
breathing to normal.
Barely five minutes after I
dropped to the bed, Mummy Kemi lifted me
onto herself
again.
We were on the third round
when this
nasty knock landed on the door. I was
terrified. Only the owner of the
house
would have the confidence to
knock like
that. My D**k went limp inside her. Nothing
kills sexual appetite as fast as
fear.
‘Mummy!’ I heard a voice call
from outside.
‘Mummy open this door right now!’
Mummy Kemi frowned at the
voice. Turning
to me, she said, ‘Don’t mind that
little boy,
continue jor .’ ‘Mummy open this door!’ The
audacious
knocks came again.
‘Open this door!’ One more
knock.
‘Okay na , you will not open abi ?’ And so
both the knock and the voice
disappeared.
Slowly I called back my desire
and managed
to complete the task. We had another round before I
told
Mummy Kemi as she lifted me
onto herself
for the sixth performance that I
am exhausted. She smiled at me
with pity and
called me a small boy.
‘Yes,’ I said.
She struggled up from the bed.
I was wearing back my clothes while she
tidied up the room. She picked
all the used
condoms and tied them in a
black plastic
bag. She gave it to me to throw away on my
way out.
‘Come next week,’ she said as
she opened the
door for me.
‘I will, bye.’ At the compound entrance I met
terror.
Four boys, sixteen to eighteen
in age as I
estimated, each armed with
long, wavering canes. They quickly circled me.
I don’t
know how long they’ve been
waiting there
for me to come out.
I couldn’t tell now which one of them was
Kemi. The Kemi I had in mind
was a boy
not any older than fourteen.
These boys
were huge. Never knew it was possible for
boys to look so young and so
huge at the
same time.
Without warning the tallest boy
delivered the first strike. It tore across my
back like
fire. I screamed. ‘Mama Kemi
nekwa Kemi
nwa gi achoola igbu mmadu o!’
I knew Mama Kemi would not hear. Her
room was at the extreme end
and I was
pretty sure she’d either dozed
off on the bed
or gone to the backyard to have her bath.
The few neighbours that ran out
stood aside
watching as if it was a
performance.
‘Kneel down!’ It was the tallest boy again. I
had guessed now that he was
the Kemi.
I quickly obeyed.
‘What is that you are holding?’
he asked. I enclosed the plastic bag in two
hands. ‘It is
—it—it is the akara I bought on
my way
here.’
‘Open it!’ ‘ Mmm?’
‘Open it my friend!’ The boy that
spoke now
had the meanest face of all of
them. He
looked oldest too. Slowly I unwrapped the bag. If I
was to ask
God for anything at that time, it
would be a
miracle to turn sagged, cum-
filled condoms into hot balls of akara.
‘Hey, Ekemini, condom!’ one of
the boys
screamed before I could even
finish
unwrapping the bag. Ekemini used his stick to check
the content
of the bag. ‘Now eat them,’ he
said.
My eyes popped. ‘You say?’
‘Are you deaf? Start eating the akara you
bought na!’ He raised the stick,
threatening
to strike.
I picked one soiled condom and
put in my mouth. As soon as the sticky
liquid touched
my tongue I spat it out at once.
Never for
once have I tasted something
so nasty. I threw away the rest.
The boys read my decision—I
have chosen
their sticks over the condom
meal. And they
gave me a generous donation of it. Like a
mob attack these boys
thrashed me without
mercy.
Next I opened my eyes I was in
the hospital with all my body hurting like I
was incised
all over with razor.
