*MUST READ;True Life Story Of an addict*

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Introduction. Purity is by God’s grace, yes. However, parents must stand up to the challenge of nurturing their wards to becoming pure as commanded by God in the Bible. As for me though, I wasn’t. Thanks to my parents’ divorce and deaths, and my unwillingness to chastice myself. After finishing my FSLC (First School Leaving Certificate) sponsored by my mother, I left her house for my dad’s to continue my secondary education. Filled with the euphoria for a new adventure, I rumbled in happiness – along with my elder brother who happened to start his own education same time as I started. We left our mum. She was both happy and sad: happy because our father will henceforth foot our school bills and second, she would miss her two sons. We shared her dilemna, too. But as young lads, the former was what we were on the llok out for. We had imagined freedom, enjoyment, adventure and making new friends. We would live a more suitable lifestyle, after all, our father was on the payroll of Nigerian National Petroleum Corporation. All my life until that moment, my brother and I had been jumping places: aunties, uncles, relations…and so on. It was in my granny’s house that I first experienced what will later haunt me: s*x! I was only 5 years old when a sister, who at that time would be 4 times older than me, lured me into her room and had carnal knowledge of me. Child abuse right? Stupidly though, I didn’t tell anyone. I guess I was enjoying it or I probably don’t know what I was doing. This went on for years until my decided that we’ve overstayed our welcome in granny’s house after roughly 5-6 years with her. I left my granny’s, but the experience didn’t leave me. There is no day I don’t reminisce about it, even now. I didn’t know why I kept mute about this but obviously, it was one decision I regret not making. It did hunt me. My father was a man of many women. He was a scholar, a Ph.D holder when it comes to doing the ‘Adam’ with women. He had six wives, my mum his first, and so many concubines. My brother, my elder sister and myself are the result of his union with my mum. My brother and I arrived our father’s house, full of excitement and hope. Without much- ado, we were enrolled into one of the finest secondary schools in Ikorodu axis (name withheld) to begin our secondary education. Months passed. Two years later, my mum died. She passed away after a brief illness. We were young. Much younger to be without a mother. Being assured by our father’s promises, we lived on. I may not tell you guys what we went through in his house. That’s another soap opera itself. Alas, 4 years after our mother’s demise, our father died too. He was shot by robbers when he ran into an operation scene. #SeeGobe To Be Continued…

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[COLOR =GREEN]EPISODE 2[/COLOR] I don’t know if this is fate or not: we were about writing our JSCE and SSCE exams when our mother and father passed away respectively. I thought I would never lived again. Well, this is 2015! I’m still alive by God’s grace. The boy grew up. My education halted when my father died. My sister was in her 300L in UNILAG. There were no sponsors anywhere; no, not even from my father’s brothers who would flood our house almost every week for “pocket money”. I had to make a choice: start working. So, I was 16 years old when I started working in a factory. I was the smallest, the youngest, yet, the most troublesome. I was paid every forthnight (#1,325). Though the money was never enough to do a thing, feeding was catered for. Friends, this is the beginning of a transition from a gentle, innocuous-looking, innocent and peaceful child to a shrewed, wayward and pervert man!

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Fast forward. My first victim: Mary. She was 17+ when we met. We attend same church. She would call me and come to me for advice almost everyday. I welcomed her with open arms and do share “brotherly” advice with her. #First Lesson: Girls, as much as it is good to seek for advice, never you go to guys for one. No matter how ‘spiritual’ that brother may appear, the lion can never be a friend or guardian to the lamb without a temptation to eat it. Some guys have good motives and pure mind but the girl might have ulterior motives. That’s my case! There is no single day that Mary won’t stop by to say hello. The closeness grew so much that other girls of her age became jealous. I need to say here that I was a popular figure in church. Almost everbody likes me, gilrs especially. All along, little did I know that Mary had gone to spread fake gospel to her close friends that we had something going, eventhough we had NOTHING! Of a truth, Mary is a beauty to behold. Blessed with all the aura a woman would die for. Academically, she is brilliant. I guess that was the most attractive thing about her. So, when I heard of her antics, surprisingly, I was 30% angry but 70% happy. A mystery I’m still to unravel. After several warnings, she apologised. Her readiness to accept wrong, apologise and her seductive humility, ravaged me. I lost after her. Eventhough she was 17+, Mary possessed the maturity of a 22yr old. She is smart, calculative and blunt. So, it was no surprise that when I finally presented my manifesto, she agreed already. Whatever is it I requested of Mary, she agreed to it already: whether right or wrong. She was ready to do my bidding anyday, anytime. In her words, “I just want you close to me, that’s all I want.” At first, I was a bit scared. I was supposed to nurture Mary in the Lord. But here I am doing the opposite. Well, who cares? What later resulted to numerous s*x with her started with a simple innocuous kiss on the hand. She would call me and text me about how she felt when I kissed her hand. Was she naive? I had no idea. Subtly, a kiss on the hand led to a kiss on the cheek, neck and forehead. Still, she would make reference to all of it, making me so tensed and a little firghtened. Then, one day, as I was seeing her off to her house, suddenly, she turned around and planted a kiss on my lips. I was shell-shocked and dumn-founded. Before I could say jack, she did it again, and again and again. When she noticed the obvious shock on my face, she whisphered, “goodnight”, and walked away. I returned home that night thinking I was dreaming. I touched my lips several times and it sent a shiver down my spine. I was still examining myself when my phoned beeped. Mary had sent a message which reads, “I hope you liked when I did. I can do much more if you allow me. 1 4 3.” Liked what you did? Are you kidding me? I was about deleting the message when the number “1 4 3″ caught my attention. What is “1 4 3″? With curiosity overwhelming my mind, I replied her message by simply saying, “Mary, what Is 1 4 3?” I sat on my bed waiting for a reply…which never came that day. I called her number before going to bed that night but she never answered the call. I went to her house the following day only to be told that she had travelled. Tra wetin? How manage? Later I learnt her father had a function to attend and she willingly followed him. Mary and her father spent a whole week. I was calling her phone all along but she didn’t answer. Wahala don happen. Mary and I didn’t see each other for another 2 weeks. The only thing on my mind was simply to ask her what “1 4 3″ means. It was Valentine. The youth of the church had organized a feast so that we won’t be roaming the streets looking a val. I dressed in all black with a red tie, looking cute – at least, to my taste. I made sure I was in church early enough not to miss any funny moment. I sat in the middle so that I would neither be too close nor too far from the whole action. I had not sat for 5mins when I sniffed the perfume of someone I know so well sitting close by. When I lift up my head to see who it was, guess who: Mary! To Be Continued…

[COLOR =GREEN]EPISODE3[/COLOR]The programme ended in my mind immediately I saw Mary. I lost all my gentlemanliness. As in, it was so obvious that I wasn’t myself. She was dressed in all white gown with a touch of red. She sat comfortably 3 seats away from mine. I felt too heavy to move because of her presence. I couldn’t help it. She looked so gorgeous and radiant. I didn’t even realise that I was sweating profusely eventhough I was sitting directly opposite a gigantic standing fan. I was savouring her beauty when I felt someone tapped my shoulder, “Bros, dem don dey call you since now.” The programme coord had been calling me to say the opening prayer but couldn’t hear him. My mind, my heart and all of my being was about Mary. Hope say this girl no go kill me sha? I enthused. I muttered some words sha, and I sat down. Like I said, the programme ended immediately I saw Mary. So, for the rest of the time I was seated there, na only my body dey there. My mind was somewhere else.

I couldn’t wait to get out. Finally, the prog ended. I quickly stood up before the ‘grace’ was shared. When I turned, one of the youth excos was already standing next to me. He whispered in my ears and said, “Brother, I would like to see you for a brief chat.” Brief wetin? Nooooooooo. Bros free me abeg. “Can’t it wait till some other time?” I asked. “No sir”, he replied. Se wahala. When I turned around, Mary had left the church. “Jezz! What a missed opportunity. Who knows when I’m going to see her again?” I thought within myself. Reluctantly, I followed the brother. He spent 30mins talking but to me, it was as if he was in slow motion… At some stage, I thought he was speaking backwards. Physically I was there with him but my mind was away. The only thing I heard him say was, “So, that’s all brother.” “Ok sir. Thanks. I’ll think about it. Bye”, I replied, as if I heard what he has been saying. I left church that evening a little sad. Sad because I passed up the chance of finding answer to that mysterious “1 4 3-ish” and also to confront Mary and ask her what’s going on. I wobbled home that day. All who greeted me received little or no response. I got home dejected and Nepa didn’t help matter. They struck immediately I stepped into the compound. I began to rain curse on them so much that my neighbours were wondering if it was me or not. The one who had the gut to calm me received the shock of his life. I was annoyed and intensed. I brought out my phone for little illumination. Before I got to my door, I sniffed the perfume again, the smell I know so well. When I lift up head, standing in front of my door was a figure I had seen in church: MARY. Jezz! I almost fainted. My heartbeat increased immediately at a pace that even Usain Bolt won’t dare to compete with. Truly, this girl is toying with me. Mary? “Sir”, she replied. I querried, “Why have you decided to hurt me Mary? What have I done to…” Before I could finish my sentence, she place a finger on my lips and whispered, “sssssshhhhh. Open your door. I have few minutes to spend here.” Her words melt my heart. As if I’m under the power of a remote control, I stopped talking and unlocked the door to my apartment. I dropped my stuffs and rushed to power the generator on. I came back inside to see something? Hmmmm! Mary had removed her gown to reveal a pink tube and pant. At this point, I don’t know if I should scream or run away. Like seriously, I have never seen a lady in that stuff except in movies. But here is Mary standing infront of me almost unclad. She walked up to me and whispered, “This is our night. I need you.” I couldn’t believe my ears. Is this Mary or someone else? How can a 17yr old girl be saying this? I was fully ready to resist her overtures in my mind but my body betrayed me, especially my third leg! At this point, she started kissing me again. This time, more passionately and seriously. “Mary wait…wait…wait. First, what is the meaning of 1 4 3? And second, what have you refused to talk to me almost a month?” I summoned courage to ask. After some moments of silence, she replied, “Well, 1 4 3 is what I’m about to prove to you. It means I love you. I decided to test you if you truly meant all you said when you wooed me.” Ladies and gentlemen, that was all I needed to hear. The rest was history. There is no gainsaying, Mary had the skills well above her age. During the stuff (well, I may not write sexually explicit contents for now), she confessed that this was her second attempt in sexual related stuff. “Then how did you know so much?” I asked. “Well, I watch so much of Adult Movies and read a whole lot of love novels.” This shocking revelation marvelled me. Truly, teenagers of this generation know so much. If you’re parent and you’re reading this, talk to your children, reason with them, be their friend. They know so much that you’ld be shocked. Well, that’s none of my concern me that moment. Hey, not that I was that mean o. Atleast, I still have some sense of moral consciousness in me. But for my third leg, I would have resisted her. Anyway sha, we did it. Mary was skillful and strong. She endured two hours of my unschooled sexual life. That was my first real sexual experience. I said real because the one that happened when I was age 5-6 wasn’t consensual. She made me do it. And hey, what does a 5yr old kid know about s*x huh? From that time one, almost everyday, I received sexaul tutorials: both theory and practical. Mary opened the floodgates of s*x to me. Since then, I never stopped. It was pleasurable until, sadly, she gained admission into university. This brought absolute end to our sexcapedes. We still talk and chat but sexually, in her words, “We are done.” To Be Continued…

Ride on.bt y did u stop posting d story"I date white man only"

@mubavak , I'm following, anyway, thanks for the I.V

[COLOR =RED] from today henceforth EXPECT 2 EPISODE EVERYDAY just keep reading and enjoying while i am loading u with episodes[/COLOR]

no probs my only @vicoch

4rm the look of things the story seems interesting,being disvirgined at a young age,turning into an orphan within a twinkle of an eye,i cnt afford 2 miss this story,continue pls

wow @HARDEYWUMMY2 just recheck THE STORY " IS LYK I AM TRUE WIT IT"

[COLOR =RED][]EPISODE4[][/COLOR]Grace, for me, was “the Bleep of the century.” Big, robust, Britgerian accent, good sense of humor, elegant and more interestingly, psychic. She was way mature than Mary, both in age and size. How did we meet? Very funny. It was in a commercial bus. There was an argument about what best fits Nigeria in terms of form of governance. Some argued for militarianism while many others stick with democracy. I wasn’t interest in the subject so I stayed mute, plugged earpiece into my ears and started listening to songs. But as the argument became hotter, I paused the song I was listening to and listened to the two sides. They argued back and forth with no compromise.

compromise. I decided to go back to listening to my song when I heard a voice so sweet and cool. According to her, she was a graduate of Political Science from the University of Ibadan, and her argument proves her right. She commanded absolute silence, even in a commercial vehicle. She argued as a scholar, one who truly understands the onus of the government to her citizens. I was highly impressed by her brilliance. At the end of her argument, everyone in the vehicle applauded her, even the driver. When the driver stopped for a passanger drop, I used the opportunity to sit close to Grace. Dang! She smell so good. I flattered her with words so soothing, I said I’ve never heard someone speak like that before in my life. She was happy I said those words, I guess the expression on her face said it all. A quick glance at her phone revealed her taste. As at that time, SII Galaxy Phone was at least, a big phone. I took the opportunity to get her number indirectly. “Hey, I love this phone. Please can I see the specs?” She replied, “Sure, why not?” Upon receiving the phone, the first thin I checked was the kind of line she was using. It was an MTN sim. So, quickly and codedly, I dialled a “please call me” code and sent it to my MTN number. #SharpGuy At the end of my pretence, I handed the phone back to her and continued normal chat. 10 mins later, she signaled her bus stop to the driver, much to the praise of everone in the vehicle. As for me, well, I got more than what the commuters couldn’t get, Grace’s phone number. When I got home that day, I quickly saved the phone number and waited 2 more days before dialled her number. The following ensued between us: Grace: Hello? Me: Hello. How are you doing? Grace: I’m doing good. Please, who is this? Me: Well, this is funny. We met in a bus where you served us all with brilliant, educative and flawless argument about good form of governance. Grace: Wow! What a good memory you’ve got but I didn’t remember giving anyone my phoe number. Me: Well,….let’s say I work with NCC and I have access to many phone numbers. Grace: (Laughs) That’s hard to believe sir. I don’t think that’s possible; not with someone I met in a public bus and didn’t give my phone number. Me: Well, you’re right. Did you remember you gave me your phone that day? Grace: Yeah I did. It was the phone you collected, not my number. Me: I know right. That’s when I played smart on you. I sent a please call me with your number to my number instantly. So, I need not ask you for your contact before I can have it. Grace: (She screamed) Jesus! Wooooowwww! You’re indeed smart. I’m impressed… Me: (Before she finished her statement, I cut in) Can we met formally, please? Grace: Ha? That’s hard o. So quick? I’m always the busy type sir. I work all day. Me: Busy so much that you can’t spare a time for the chance to meet a guy who outsmarted you? This is a chance to meet a superstar my lady. Grace: (She laughed so hard and finally said) Ok, ok. You win. Where do you want us to meet? Me: (Feeling like a Obama, I was like) Errrmmmm, considering my status, one who commands unwavering fealty and reverence, I’ll speak to you about the place tomorrow. Grace: Jooor oooo. Igwe! I hear you sir. Me: Thanks my queen. Grace: Queen. Abeg o. Thanks for the call. You made my day. Me: You’re most welcome. Have a splendid day. Bye. Ends call. Now, am I a genius or not? As promised, I called Grace the following day. We exchanged pleasantries as if we’ve known each other for ages. Talk about Grace’s maturity; she’s just second to none. I was about telling her our meeting point when she said, “See let’s meet at your place. I’ll prefer your place to anywhere else, I don’t want to be too exposed.” I don’t know if I should leap for joy or scream. Anyways, I was so happy she chose to come, at least, I’ll have all the time in the world, confidence, freedom and what have you. Wednesday, 2pm was our agreed date and time. “Ok sir. See you Wednesday. I got to go now. I’ve a whole lot of chores to do. Bye” “Bye Grace.” The call ended. This deal was struck on Monday. So, that leaves me with almost 38hrs of preparation. Quickly, I removed all my curtains, bedspread, dirty laundry and every other washables for washing. I cleaned all the cobwebs, dusted the chairs and electric appliances. You know now, I just cleaned everywhere. I rushed to Emeka’s shop for a nice air freshner (only God knows the last time I used one, lol). When I got back from Emeka’s shop, I saw Grace’s missed calls on my phone…and a text message which reads: “Don’t bother to call back. I just wanna warn you that I don’t like seeing people around when I go a visiting. I hope you’ll understand. Bye.” Jisos! My heart raced faster again. Do I understand? Nne, I don’t only understand you, in fact, I upperstand* you sef. Immediately I called all my friends who loved coming to my house for PS3 Video Game that, “Guys, I won’t be around on Wednesday until very late into the night. I’ll call you when I’m back.” Tho’ they felt a little disappointed, they realised that was very unusual of me. So they agreed. Whatever appointment it is I have I placed on hold. Wednesday for me is a work-free PUBLIC and PRIVATE holiday… with Grace alone! Fast forward. Wednesday morning, 10am. I did the normal chores that day: cleaning and washing. I checked the fuel tank of my generator and noticed it was getting low. Quickly, I rushed to the filling station and bought for myself enough fuel that will serve me for 8hrs. There must be no power interruption. In fact, that day, I’m going on generator all through. If Nepa like make them bring light, e no concern me… To Be Continued…

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[COLOR =GREEN]EPISODE4[/COLOR]Before 12noon, I had finished all my chores. So, I called Grace just for a reminder. Guess what guys, her phone was off. MMM (Mogbe Moku Modaran). I tried again and again, and again and again; same result. I became so restless…and disturbed. I realised I haven’t eaten anything since I woke up. I settled for 2 wraps of Gala and a chilled Maltina. Hey guys, not that I was expecting anything romantic but, you know, who in the world will pass up the chance of having a beautiful girl like Grace under his roof? I mean, I just can’t imagine it. After comsuming the Gala, I tried her number again, same result. I checked the clock, it’s 1:42pm. At this stage, I resigned to defeat. Apparently, Grace only pulled a stunt on me; proving to me that she’s a bit smarter than my smartness, a revenge I guess. Suddenly, a sense of guilt engulfed my heart. I had betrayed my good friends just because of Grace. I was about calling them when my phone rang… Not Grace.

Not Grace. It was a number I don’t have as contact. I answered the call and this was what ensued: Caller: Hello Femi Me: Hello. Who are my speaking with Caller: It’s me Grace. This is my friend’s number. Sorry my phone ran out of power and our generator is faulty. I’m so sorry… Me: No problem. I understand Grace: I’m still coming o. Let me charge my phone a little and I’ll be on my way. Me: Why not come right away? I’ve got enough fuel to charge a thousand phone… if you don’t mind Grace: (Laughs) Femi ooo. Ok. I guess I’ll start coming then. Send me your address please. Me: Ok. I’ll do that once you drop the call. What will you like to eat? Grace: Femi, prepare whatever you think befits Grace. I’ll gladly take it Me: Settled. See you then Grace: Yeah. See you soon Call ends. It was already past 3pm when Grace called. Quickly, I sent her my address. Whatever resolution I had earlier about recalling my friends vanished like a spirit. I was elated and happy again. Since Grace is coming any moment, I powered on my generator to make sure everyhwere look conducive and ‘neat’ when she arrives. 5pm, Grace is not here. Regrets started ravaging my fragile mind. I dialled her number, switched off still. I left my apartment angrily to go put off the generator when my phone rang. Guess who? La Gracia. Lol. Grace: Please come take me in. I’m in front of your house. Quickly, I changed my shirt to a very nice one I had ironed since yesterday, witha blue jean to go with it. Truly, I made sure I looked good and cute. I checked my breath too: not bad. I stepped out to go bring her in. Ladies and gentlemen, what I saw made me felt I had died and I’m seeing angels… My world! Grace was gloriously dressed in a tight lemon top, a skimpy orange skirt, with her hair flowing down her spine. Jisos! I gasped for breath. She is a show stopper! Even my neighbours were like, “Femo Femo…hmmmm. Na wah ooo.” She became a little shy. Quickly, I led her inside to avoid unnecessary attention. Mehn, this is truly classy, tasty and glamorous. I must be a lucky guy to have made Grace grace my house. Seeing Grace that day was one of the happiest moments of my life. The radiant from the ocean Cupid smiled on me The elegance fil’d with fragrance Grace, the epitome of beauty. Matchless in beauty Beeming with love An angel in mortal container She is the one, not another. Lips so fresh Hair so adorable Skin so fair Physique so edible. She shone like a million sun She walked like a goddess Today is gonna be fun Joy all through; no more, no less! Guys, those were the words running through my head when I saw Grace. She was charming and awe-inspiring and heart-melting. For the first time in my life, I lost all composure. All my Big-boyism vanished. I became a kid in her presence. Guys, up until now, I relieved that moment of magic and ego-lifting meeting with Grace. To Be Conti

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[COLOR =GREEN]EPISODE6[/COLOR] After the formality of welcoming and hospitality, I asked when she will be leaving cos she arrived 5:17pm, which was already a little too late for me. She looked into my eyes and said, “Femi, today, I’m going nowhere. I already told my mum that I’m not coming home today. I lied to her that a friend of mine is going to the Registry on Thursday, and she need all the help she can get. So, here are my Mr. Femi. Are my welcomed to stay over or not?” As if I’m standing in front of an armed MOPO

As if I’m standing in front of an armed MOPO Officer, I was motionless and my bones lost all their strength. My mouth failed me for words. I was speechless. Her “helloooo” brought me back to reality. Without thinking, I don’t know when I started babbling like a drunk, “Yes you can, sure you can, definitely you can. The house is all yours. You’re most welcomed. I… I…. I…” She helped me by saying, “Femi calm down. It seems you weren’t prepared to hear that. Not to worry, I won’t disturb you at all. Your chair is big enough for me…” “Chair? No way! What’s my bed for? I’ll go sleep in my neighbour’s house. You just be comfortable. Ok?” She looked at so sternly and said, “Then you left me with no choice than to leaveyour house already. I can’t stay alone in your own house; that’s not possible. You sleep on your bed and I’ll be fine on the chair.” I was a little scared this time. I offered to sleep on the chair while she go into the room to sleep on the bed. She agreed. I served her rice and stew laced with two turkey laps, and a bottle of fruit wine to cool off. The look on her face showed that she was impressed. “Who cooked this meal.” She asked while she eat. “I did. Who else would have?” I replied with my head held up high and my chest puffed up. She smiled and clapped for me. I slot in a movie titled, ‘The Notebook’, a tragic-romantic love story. “What’s the title Femi?” “The Notebook”, I replied. She rushed her food and willingly cleaned the table. I took it from her and drop’d it in the washing basin. She lay on the chair and focused on the movie. I sat a little close to her in case she would need anything (you know the feeling now). A little over 30mins into the movie, she complained that the fan was too much for her. She requested I put it off. I did speedily. Later, she said I should sit on the chair with her. At first, I pretended that I didn’t hear what she said. She repeated it again and this time, I asked if she was feeling uncomfortable. She said she just want me close to her. I obeyed. Immediately I sat on the chair with her, she laid back on the chair with her head on my lap. I felt a little uncomfortable cos my third leg is a little sensitive, a simple touch on any part of my body by the opposite s*x sets it in motion. As a smart guy, I quickly took one of the little pillows on my chair, placed it on my engine room and asked her lay again… What happened next was… “Na wah oo. Bros, wetin be that stick wey dey under this pillow now?” Grace enquired. I was ashamed to reply initially. I just summoned the courage to answer, “Well, it’s my thing. I’m sorry.” After a serious minutes of laughter, she said, “You don’t have to be sorry. It’s normal. I would have felt otherwise if this hadn’t happened. Just relax, ok?” I felt a little shy that moment. You know now, you would be embarrased if a lady noticed such militant movement under a supposed ‘pillow’. Lol! Anyways, we both acted maturely and continued with the film. Few minutes later, Grace started acting funny. Should lift up her top at interval to reveal her tummy, stroke it for a while and close up again. She was doing this apparently to gain my attention. She succeeded. I asked if she was feeling any heat. She said no. Soon, it her wayward hand that find its way to my chest. She started moving her hand delibeartely up and down my chest. I said nothing. Later, she requested I remove the little ‘pillow’ off my lap, claiming it was making her uncomfortable. Really? Seriously? I became so tensed because by now, my third leg had bulged in full swing, begging and pushing for freedom off my trousers. “But she will see the shape of my swollen thing now. How then will be comfortable laying on such a thing?” I thought within myself. With her head already raised in anticipation, I obliged. To my surprise, she lay on it without asking questions or complaining. At this point, the movie had gotten to the seen where the lovers were about to make love. I feel so restless and tensed. Her hand had rested on my chest, so, she could feel the pace at which my heart beats. Guys, this girl knew exactly what she was doing. Suddenly, she sat up, moved closer to me and magically gestured a ‘why- why-not’ kissing mood towards me. How could I say no? Her lips were so fresh and irresistible… Grace’s mother had divorced her father almost 4 years. She stays alone with her mother while she keep searching for jobs. She was on her from an interview when we met in the bus. I think that explains the level of freedom she enjoys. What I cannot fathom really was her action that evening. I never wooed her and we were not dating either. So, I was shocked. But as a smart guy, I buried my lips in her mouth without hesitation. The atmosphere was so intensed and romantic. The moaning from the love-making scene from the movie added more fire to our kissing. I kissed her so well and passionately as if my life depended on it. She removed her top while I removed mine own shirt with our lips still glued together on the chair. With one eye closed, I used the other to have a quick view on her bossoms. Her bossoms were so big and full of life. Suddenly, I heard a snap, she had unstrapped her bra and looking angrily at me was her two big bossoms, each seriously fighting for my attention. I can’t help but touch and squeeze them, as if I had hidden a treasure in them. She left kissing me. She stood up and lowered her skirt. The shape of her v****a were visible enough for me to see, eventhough she had a blue pants on. I don’t know how my trousers left my body fellas. My third leg had even pushed my boxers to its elastic limit. She came back to kissing me and suddenly said into my ears, “Take me inside. Make me feel like a woman.” I need not lie to you guys. There is something about Grace that’s so mysterious. Her words were so soothing and catchy. I lifted her up and made my way straight into the room. Once I laid her on my bed, I rushed back to the living room to shut the door against alakobas, increased a little the volume of the movie and dashed back inside. I met Grace stark Unclad on the bed with one finger in her mouth. I guess that’s the ‘go’ button. I helped myself having worn a CD and the rest was history. Believe you me, Grace wasn’t only a graduate of Political Science; I believe she had and unmatched bedmatics skills. She taught me all I know today about s*x: how to make a woman ask for more, how to stay longer on bed, the dirty things women loves to hear during the act and everything. She was a genius. s*x with Grace became a regular affair. The highest was staying 3 days in my house. All we did was: eat, f**k, sleep, shower, eat, f**k, sleep and shower! Nothing more. It was as if I was in 3rd heaven. She spoiled me with s*x, she over-satisfied me. Luckily for Grace and unlucky for me, she was employed by MTN Nigeria Limited, and was immediately deployed to Abuja. That limited us to phone calls, s*x chats, phone s*x and pictures. I missed her so much, even now. I went to visit her twice and that was all. I lost my phone few weeks later. Stupidly enough, her number was saved on phone memory. Coincidentally, same thing happened to her. She changed line and that was how we lost contact. I ran into Grace last two years in Lagos. She came to visit her mum. She was married and heavily pregnant. Soon a guy joined us. “This is my husband, John” she said.. To Be Continued…

[color =red]episode7[/color]We shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. I joined their convoy as we made way to her mum’s house. John offered to go buy fuel and I wanted to go with him but for Grace’s objection. She claimed she want a man to stay back. So I stayed. While her mother was in the kitchen making ready the dinner for the evening, Grace walked up to me and said, “Femi, you caused this. You made me do this. I tried to to reach you but I couldn’t. Your line was off. I lost my phone and that spoilt everything.” “I’m sorry Grace”, I replied. “The same thing happened to me. I stupidly saved your number on my phone memory instead of my sim which I do back up regulary. Please forgive me.” She sat down, looked into my eyes and said, “Well, it’s too late now. I’m married and expecting a child. I missed you so much.” She got up, walked up to me and kissed me! Ha? “Why Grace?” She smiled and said, “Take that as my gift to you. I loved you Femi, with all my life.

She got up, walked up to me and kissed me! Ha? “Why Grace?” She smiled and said, “Take that as my gift to you. I loved you Femi, with all my life. I wish I’m not married, I would have…” Before she could finish her statement her mother called out to her from the kitchen. Soon, John came back from the filling station. I engaged him in marital-life issues and surprisingly, he opened up that he had never met a girl like Grace. A sense of jealousy filled my head. But hey, “qui sera cera – what will be will be!” came to my mind. I stayed two more hours, exchanged numbers with John and Grace and bid them farewell. Ever since, Grace and I had been close friends and I, a friend of the family. Truly, Grace was a graciously graceful woman. I missed her so much. That’s life thought. I moved on. Anita? Hmmmm! Anytime I remember her, I can’t help but laugh. Beauty-wise, Anita is got it: height, white set of teeth, good accent, she’s loaded both in bossom and bottom. In short, she’s very classy. A 200L student from Lautech, Ogbomoso studying Accounting. She is a younger sister of my neighbour, Godwin. Yeah, yeah, yeah! I know it’s bad to do one’s neighbour relations but please, you guys had to listen to what led to our intimacy. As many guys would admit, “na she cause am.” She came around during one of her holidays. A day earlier, her brother had informed me about her arrival. Godwin is much more older than me, yet decided to remain single due to many heart breaks. He works with Cadbury Limited. He seemed to love his job more than his own life sef. He works 3 shifts but hardly comes home. I help him most times in cleaning his apartment cos he usually drop a spare with me. Lest you guys wonder if I hardly work, I was in charge of a relatively big telecommunication business, with 5 workers. I deal in selling phones, bulk recharge cards and the likes. I go to shop once in a while just to check the books of account and probably, replace finished items. Also, I was a student of The Polytechnic, Ibadan, Lagos Annex, studying Accounting. My Mondays to Fridays are virtually free for me, except I’m in shop…or church. Funny. Church huh? Yes, church. One Sunday evening, Godwin called me into his apartment and said, “Femi, my younger sister will be visiting from school tomorrow. She had decided to spend her holiday here with me. So, please take care of her on my behalf. Make her feel at home and comfortable.” “Alright sir! You can count on me for that. I won’t disappoint you”, I replied. He laughed and said, “I trust you now. Femo my man.” I need to say here that Godwin had no knowledge of my runs with girls. How would he have known? A guy that hardly sleeps at home? I doubt it. I felt a little bit uneasy when he entrusted her little sister into my hands. He created a conflict in my heart. Who should I obey: my good friend Godwin or my ever-attentive 3rd leg? Hope you guys feel my dilemma? I was seriously on the edge, especially when he showed me her picture on his phone. I was like, ‘dang!’ this girl is sweet (coughs in pretence.) i left his house that evening a disturbed man. A part of me was yearning for maturity and to act responsible, atleast, for once; the other was like, “yeah, another cream on my ice. Jackpot!” Come what may, I resolve, I’m gonna give it my best shot: right or wrong. Like one of the lines in Tyler Perry’s stage drama ‘Why Did I Get Married?’, “if you’re doing good or bad, make sure you feel good while doing it”, I was bent on one thing, give it my best shot. 5am in the morning, Godwin was off to work. He knocked on my door to inform me and also gave me a sum of 10k for her sister when she arrives. “Ok bro. She’ll be fine.” I assured him. “Ok Femi. I’ll call you guys in the evening.” He said and left. I lost appetite for sleep immediately he left. Had Godwin knew that his sister would be staying with a connasuir* (Don’t mind the spelling. The word means a man who loves women), probably he would have changed his mind, I thought. I resolved that morning to be on my best behaviour, be brother, nice, cool and friendly. No more, no less. “Good afternoon.” A sweet nightingale- like voice filled the compound. I came out of my room to see who it was. Standing at the gate was a light- skinned , clean damsel. She must have been the daughter of an angel who married the sun. She looked like a crystal, she is a complete package. I was deeply lost in these assesment of the figure I’m seeing when her query slapped my conscious mind. “Are you Uncle Femi? Is this Brother Godwin’s place?” I stutter for words, “Ye…yes it is. You must ne Anita, right?” “Yes I am. Thank God I got it straight up. Please can you come help me with my bags sir?” “Sure.” she had come with a cab from the garage according to Godwin’s direction. Please guys, I totally disagree with the saying that pics don’t lie. What I saw on Godwin’s phone was half-truth. Once I saw Anita’s full figure, I knew Godwin’s phone had lied. His sister was 3x more beautiful than it portrayed. I made sure she didn’t touch any of her luggage, I helped her packed everything inside her brother’s apartment. In my mind, I was like, “Welcome Anita to Femi’s den. You will be served with all kinds of juicy treats. I will personally guarantee your satis…” “Where is your apartment?” Anita brought me back to reality. “Oh it’s over here.” But wait o! This girl sef. She never enter her brother house she don dey ask for my own. Hmmmm! I no dey ooo. Whatever you do now will be used against you in the court of Femi o. I rise….. To Be Conti

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[COLOR =GREEN]PART8[/COLOR]With much elegance and flawless panache, I showed Anita my apartment. She came inside looking so relaxed and comfortable. “Hmmm, you’ve got a nice place uncle.” “Please call me Femi. As to your compliment, thanks; but your brother’s is so heavily furnished that you’ld think he is a senator.” Challenged by my words, she rushed out of my house, eager to see her brother’s. “Wow! My brother is rich. I love this.” Truth be told, Godwin furnished his house so much that you would think he’s the landlord: imported electric appliances filled everywhere. I don’t think he has ever bought any goods in Nigeria. His sofa was magnificent, his rugs excellent, even the freshner in his house never deteriorates. Sometimes, I wonder why Godwin had refused to reconsider dating

dating again. No girl, I repeat, no girl can resist the splendour of Godwin’s apartment. Furnished to taste really. “What should I get you?” I asked Anita as she still busy savouring her new palace. “Oh uncle, I don’t think…” “Femi please”, I cut in. “Sorry Femi, I’ll be fine for now. I need to shower and take a nap. The journey was too strenous for me.” “Ok then. Call me if you need anything ok.” “Haba! I know your place now. I’ll come instead. Or…are my not welcomed.” Confused of how to reply her, I said eventually “Why not? You just left the place few minutes ago. So, feel free, I’ll be at your service.” “Oh thanks Femi. You’re really nice as my brother had said.” Filled with a little shyness, I replied her “Oh, thanks for the compliment. I’m just me. I’ll see you later.” Her words cut through my fragile mind again. I asked myself, “Are my really a nice guy?” I wobbled into my house seriously disturbed. I was lost in this thought when my phone rang. One of my boys was calling. My presence is required at the shop. Quickly I got dressed. I knocked on Godwin’s door to inform Anita that I had to settle an issue in the shop. She responded from the bathroom. Also, she requested I get her something when coming back, preferably Ice-cream. Ehn ehn? Na there e dey start oo. You wan lick ice-cream abi? No wahala. I arrived shop in a jiffy. The issue on ground was that a man came to return a phone he had purchased last week by my boys won’t budge. He complained of frequent over heating when charging. I sensed it was the phone’s battery. So, I changed it for him, tested it and everything was fine. The man thanked me and left. I asked about the day’s sales. “Impressive sir”, one of them replied. “Ok. I’ll be on my way. Let me know if you need anything.” I requested 10k from the boys which was provided instantly. I rushed to one Chicken Republic close by to get Anita the ice- cream she had requested for. In addition, I bought some chicken laps too. I was on my way home when something struck my mind. “What is wrong with you Femi? You hardly know this girl now. Why are you acting as if you’re tripping for her?” My little explanation for my weird action was that Godwin has requested that I should make her sister feel at home. Secondly, I had promised myself to be nice to her. So, without much-ado, I shrugged off the thought as my hurried my steps home. When I got home, Anita had changed into a black skimpy gown, with more than half her laps in full view. I almost dropped what I carried in awe of this fresh-never-seen-before laps. When she sight me, she ran towards me and collected the ice-cream from me. “Welcome Femi. That was fast. Hope there was no trouble at the shop?” “No, not at all. Just a minor issue which I sloved almost immediately.” “Ok. Thanks for the ice- cream ooo…. What? You bought chicken too?” “Yes, I felt you should eat something before I cook dinner.” “Wow! Truly my brother was right about you. Thank you so much.” While she thanked me, my eyes stayed glued to Anita’s laps. Weird, wicked and dirty thoughts flooded my heart, thought that I can’t be proud of. I thought of what to do that moment to avoid spoiling the good reputation I’m building. There used to be a bench in the balcony. So, I brought it out, cleaned it and gestured to Anita that we should sit her and catch some fresh air. She agreed to it and there we sat…for 2hrs discussing and gisting about stuffs that will eventually employ my 3rd leg. Like I said earlier, “na she cause am oo” I watch as Anita consumed the chicken and ice- cream as if her life depended on it. I was tempted to think perhaps she’s a glutton. I felt like engaging her in normal discuss but how will I start? I qucikly excused myself that I need go ease myself. When I got to toilet, I thought about how my entry point will be like. What can I discuss with her? Football? No! Politics? She is not Grace. Relationship? Too early. Then I suddenly realised she’s a studying accounting, same as me. Good! We’ll discuss purely academics. I quickly tidy up and went back to join her at the balcony. This was our conversation: Me: Tell me how school has been? Anita: School? Good ooo. I enjoyed the first few months until… Me: (Curious) Until what? Anita: I was still busy doing my registration, medicals, getting used to my environment, securing accommodation and the likes when one of our lecturers announced a pop test the following day, Wedensday, GES 101. I didn’t hear about it until almost 11pm on Tuesday. So, I didn’t prepare fully. I did poorly I in the test and I knew it. On Thursday, the names of most of us that did poorly in the test were announced in class by our course rep, with each student given different day and time to go meet with the lecturer. Mine was on Monday, 6pm. I made sure I finished all my work early enough that day so that I can go meet the lectuer. Exactly 6pm on dot, I was at the door of his office, knocking. Lecturer: Yes, come in Good evening sir. You said I should see you today. Lecturer: Ye….s, I did. I think you are A…ni…ta.. Michael? Yes sir! That’s my name Lecturer: You did so poorly in your test. How did you pass your Post Jamb Exams (He said angrily). I’m sorry sir. I didn’t hear about the test until late time on Tuesday. I’m a very disciplined and focused girl sir. I promise to do a 360 turn- around sir! Lecturer: (Apparently impressed by my response, laughed a little before he said) Good girl. I like your type. It shows you will be very brilliant and focused. However, here in this institution, you need more than mere academic performance to succeed. (Gently he stood up from his seat, walked towards me and said). You see Anita, you need people like me. I’ll take care of you, give you good grades and preferential treatments above everyone else in your class. All of these on just a simple request from you.. “And what will that be sir?” I asked. Lecturer: I want you for myself. I wanna write my name in gold inside you. I want us to be together. You know, like lovers. Ha? Sir, I’m still very young ooo. I’m just 21 sir. I wanna do very well in my studies. Relationship is a distant secondary priority for now sir. Lecturer: I know. That’s why I want you. You know what? Just go and think about it. Give me a response latest Wednesday. “Ok sir. I will.” I was about to leave when he said, Lecturer: Anita, while you think about it, just know that I don’t take a ‘No’ for an answer… To Be Continued…

[COLOR =GREEN]EPISODE9[/COLOR]Femi, I was so lucky. I tried as much as possible to avoid him during and after class until he was transferred to Osun Campus. That was how I escaped. Me: Very interesting! Are you now saying that you’ve never done IT? (Seriously guys, I don’t know how I managed to ask such a daunting question). She gave me one wicked look and said, Anita: Why did you ask such a question? That’s confidential you know? Me: Yes, it is apologies. I shouldn’t have asked such a… Anita: (She cuts in) Wait, wait. wait! Before you kill me with ‘I’m sorry’, let me ask you some questions: are you virgin too? Have you done IT? How many girls? When? Where? How? Tell me everything! Too many questions with no sense of direction. I can’t even calculate the longitude and latitude of those questions. After looking so seriously serious, I coughed a little and said, Me: You know that’s confidential too; but don’t worry, I’ll tell you.

(Mehn, I got to keep my good reputation ooo, atleast for the moment. So, I lied). Me: I don’t have time for all those stuffs for now. I’m happily single but not searching. I’m fine as I am. Anita: Hmmm. Same as me too. I don’t have time for any guy now. I want to get good grades and finish top of my class. You know that’s… She had no chance to finish her sentence when Godwin’s call came through on Anita’s phone. He had promised to call later in the day. It was past 8 in the evening when he called. They both spoke at length. She was just laughing all through the call. After about 9mins or thereabout, she handed the phone to me, signaling the Godwin wanna talk to me too. Godwin and I exchanged pleasantries. He asked how her sister is doing and I did well to calm his nerves. He begged me to fuel up hos generator so that her sister can be more comfortable. I agreed to do that right away. He thanked me and hunged up the call. I told Anita I need to quickly get to the filling station, that his brother had asked me to fuel up his generator for her comfort. Anita declined. She siad I should use the money to fill up my generator instead. She said she want compnay, and my house will be ideal. Do I need say here that this girl is looking for something bigger than herself? No long thing? I obeyed. Fast forward. 9pm, same day. I switched on my generator immediately after I had filled up its tank. We went inside my apartment to relax and watch some films. She laid on my chair while I played some of the new collections of films I purchased a week before. I played a film tilted, ‘The Girl Next Door.’ Wait ooooo before you crucify me. It was just coincidental. I had no prior motive of anything seedy. We were just about 10mins into the film when she said she was hungry. She offered to go cook some indomie for both of us. I agreed. When she left, I paused the film to go take a shower for the night. I was in the room undressing myself when my phone rang from the parlour where I left it. I took a towel to cover up while I go to answer the caller. It was my younger brother, reminding me of his school fees and other family matters. We spoke for about 10mins. After the call, I left my towel on the chair and headed straight for the bathroom unclad…with my door unlocked! This felas, is the genesis of what I’ve been trying to avoid. I took me 15mins overall cos I had to defecate too. It was when I finished showering that I remembered that I left my towel on the chair. Since I was the only inside that moment, I felt free to walk around my own house unclad. I came out of the bathroom unclad to pick up my towel when suddenly, Anita flung my door open with a tray of our food in her hand. She saw me fully unclad cos I was nowhere near my towel. We gazed at each other for about 10secs before I was able to move towards my towel and cover up. I could see a sign of smile on her face but she never utter a word. Guys, Anita saw damn everything! Throughout the movie and eating, we didn’t say a word to each other. Even when she needed water, she only gestured with her hand. I was confused. I hope she’s not thinking I did it on purpose? What have I done now? I just ruined all I’ve been trying to preserve. Chai! What would she be thing now? That I tried to seduce her? Different thoughts flooded my mind until she tapped the table and said, Anita: I’m feeling sleepy. Can I sleep here atleast for another 2hrs before going inside? Me: (Speaking like a China Doll) Yes sure. You’re free. I excused her while she lay comfortably on the chair. Then, I turned off the TV and played some collections of R&B Songs, a lullaby to make her sleep. She thanked me for it while I make my way to my room. I felt so ashamed of myself that night. I couldn’t sleep. I was just imagining what would be going on in her mind. Suddenly she knocked on the door of my room, Anita: It’s 12midnight Femi, I’m going inside. See you tomorrow. Don’t forget to switch off the generator. Goodnight. Me: Goodnight Anita… What a day! What a day! To Be Continued…

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[COLOR =RED]EPISODE 10[/COLOR]Sometimes if I don’t sleep unclad, I sleep with my jalamia*, with nothing under. I managed to sleep that night witha sad and heavy heart. To me, I just destroyed my good manners less than 24hrs? It was a serious burden on my heart. Anita and I had exchanged numbers the previous night before the whole sh*t happened. At a point, I felt like sending her an apology for what happened. I thought and thought of what to say but no words came to my head. Soon, I lost courage to text her, so I slept off – witha heavy heart! 7am in the morning my phone woke me up. Anita was calling. I became scared that she would abuse me or that she might have reported me to her brother, Godwin. I didn’t answer the call the first time. Then, she called again. This time, I felt like, well, the worst has happened; do whatever you want! I answered the call and she said, Anita: Na wah for you oo. Na so you dey sleep ni? I’m inside the bathroom. Please come help me fix this shower.

Please come help me fix this shower. I don’t know why it’s malfunctioning today. Me: Ok. For my mind I was like, na because of ordinary shower this one come wake me up? Mtcheeww. Lest I delayed, I hurried off my bed and headed for Godwin’s apartment with jalamia only. Suddenly, it dawn on me that she was inside the bathroom when she called. Jezz! I dey go meet a girl inside bathroom alone? Well, if it’s only to fix her shower, that should be no problem, I said to myself. True to her words, I met Anita in the bathroom with only a small white towel covering her bossom and bottom. Anita: Good morning Femi. Sorry I disturbed you. I don’t know why this shower is behaving like this today. Me: Good morning. That’s no problem, I’ll fix it. While I was about the shower, my eyes keep straying to and fro Anita’s beautiful yet, tempting skin. In a jiffy, I was done fixing it. She thanked me and I left the bathroom. I was about entering my apartment when Anita’s voice called out to me again. I went back to Godwin’s place and she was still in the bathroom.

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Sometimes if I don’t sleep unclad, I sleep with my jalamia*, with nothing under. I managed to sleep that night witha sad and heavy heart. To me, I just destroyed my good manners less than 24hrs? It was a serious burden on my heart. Anita and I had exchanged numbers the previous night before the whole sh*t happened. At a point, I felt like sending her an apology for what happened. I thought and thought of what to say but no words came to my head. Soon, I lost courage to text her, so I slept off – witha heavy heart! 7am in the morning my phone woke me up. Anita was calling. I became scared that she would abuse me or that she might have reported me to her brother, Godwin. I didn’t answer the call the first time. Then, she called again. This time, I felt like, well, the worst has happened; do whatever you want! I answered the call and she said, Anita: Na wah for you oo. Na so you dey sleep ni? I’m inside the bathroom. Please come help me fix this shower. I don’t know why it’s malfunctioning today. Me: Ok. For my mind I was like, na because of ordinary shower this one come wake me up? Mtcheeww. Lest I delayed, I hurried off my bed and headed for Godwin’s apartment with jalamia only. Suddenly, it dawn on me that she was inside the bathroom when she called. Jezz! I dey go meet a girl inside bathroom alone? Well, if it’s only to fix her shower, that should be no problem, I said to myself. True to her words, I met Anita in the bathroom with only a small white towel covering her bossom and bottom. Anita: Good morning Femi. Sorry I disturbed you. I don’t know why this shower is behaving like this today. Me: Good morning. That’s no problem, I’ll fix it. While I was about the shower, my eyes keep straying to and fro Anita’s beautiful yet, tempting skin. In a jiffy, I was done fixing it. She thanked me and I left the bathroom. I was about entering my apartment when Anita’s voice called out to me again. I went back to Godwin’s place and she was still in the bathroom. Anita: Sorry Femi. I forgot to tell you that the WC too is fumbling. Please help me fix it, I wanna poo too. Me: Ok. Let me try. Guys, na just one small string comot inside o. Anyways, I got it fixed. She thanked me again and I left the bathroom. I had hardly left Godwin’s house when she called me back again. I had no choice but to go back. Only this time, Anita was completely unclad, with the shower running. I almost fainted at the sight of her great chemistry. Mehn, Anita is a goddess. In her words, Anita: Please Femi, my back is the first place I wash while bathing. Can you help me? I stood still like a freezed fish. I just couldn’t move. Wash your back ke? Serious gobe! She called my name twice before I could move my legs. I took the sponge from her and I began scrubbing her back. Meanwhile, my 3rd leg was shouting underneath my jalamia violently. I tried as much as I can to make it less visible to Anita… I was still scrubbing Anita’s back when she suddenly turned around and face me. Guys, I can’t explain the feeling that day. The only thing moving in my body were my heart, which was at a speed of 1000km/secs and my 3rd leg, dangling from left to right waiting for invitation. She held my head and whispered into my ears, “I loved what I saw last night Femi. I even dreamt about it. Can I see it again?” She moved her hand down south and met a stiff- stony-angry soldier ready to defend its territory. She lifted u my jalamia and knelt down before. As if a cold water was poured on my ‘general’, her mouth moved back and forth my shaft. That was my first oral. It felt like heaven. I couldn’t say a word audibly, but in my mind, I was screaming, “Baby don’t stop!” After about 7mins, she left my general alone, cleaned up her body and whispered, “To your tent, O Femi.” Like a zombie, I walked out of the bathroom. She held me back and asked me to go lock up the two entrance to both our apartments. Like a mugu, I did. Then she said, “Am I gonna walk on foot to your bed?” She lifted up her hands while she said those words. Without thinking, I carried her straight into my house, laid her on my bed and….*coughs* that’s all. What we started around 8am finished at about 11am. We were both exhausted and weak. After relaxing about 10 mins, she left my apartment while I lay still on my bed weak, tired, exhausted and, most importantly, SERVED! To Be Continued

I was still on my bed that morning before the smell of a heavenly delicacy woke me up. Anita had gone to prepare us fried plantain and egg (my favourite). She walked into my room while I slept unclad. She stroke my general and again, made her mouth a sweet home for it. That good feeling made my open my eyes much to a sweet delight. “I am very weak Anita. I can’t do nothing now. I need food.” She smiled, took me by the hand to help me up and led me to where she had place the food. My body lept for joy at the sight of my favourite meal. Guys, we ate together unclad with no sense of shame. Some questions rushed into my mind as we eat and I asked her, Me: Weren’t mad at me last night when you ran into me unclad? Anita: (Laughed) Mad? Hell no? Why should I be mad? Like I told you in the bathroom, I loved what I saw Me: Seriously? How will you then explain your silence while we ate last night as if I just murdered someone? Anita: Well, that’s my act. I was just pretending. See Femi, I felt like coming back to your house last night. I imagined your Joystick inside of me so much that I almost had orgasm. I just kept fantasizing how sweet you’ll be on bed…and thank goodness, I wasn’t disappointed. Me: But I tho’t you are a virgin cos the way you turned down your lecturer Anita: Me? A virgin? Hmmmm! I no be virgin ooo… and I am not loosed either. I just love good loving. It’s been almost a year since I last had s*x Femi. Your Joystick provoked the hunger in me last night. That explains why I want you so so badly. Me: I am no saint either. My last action was 2 months ago with one Grace Anita: Hmmmmm! Feeeemmmmiiiii? And you were speaking last night as if you no sabi anything? You’re a silent assassin dude. You look so innocuous and simple. Yet, wetin you carry in between that thigh of yours is a friendly enemy. Well, I enjoyed you every bit Me: I enjoyed you too. It was as if I never had s*x all my life… Anita: Ok oooo. Are we now looking at a relationship here? Me: Maybe? Anita: Maybe? I tho’t you said you don’t want any relationship. Me: That was last night when I was pretending. I loved you immediately I saw you physically. I think your brother’s phone lied? Anita: Lied? How do you mean? Me: I mean you are way more beautiful than the phone portrayed. You are a goddess. I almost had cardiac arrest when you called me into the bathroom earlier. Your unclothedness almost suffocate me. Anita: Hmmmm! Men will always be men. They can lie? Me: Although Shakira said her hips don’t lie, baby, believe me, my lips don’t lie. Anita: I be baby now abi? Alright ooo. You go explain for my brother when he comes… We both laughed and continued eating. After the meal, we left the plate on the table and concentrated on each others genitals (what most people call 69). We both gasped for breath after about 15mins of oral ‘work’. At the end, another round of s*x ensued. It was a very devastating display from your boy felas. I made sure she cried. Well, not for pain; but for the uncontainable pleasure. This took us until almost 1pm. She wept before she left, begging me never to screw any lady but her. Well, for the time being, that is very very feasible. We f**ked two more times that day before we decided it was enough for the day. God win called us again to inform us that he will be coming home Saturday morning. We both made promises that Friday will be a ‘F**K FRIDAY’. We explored each other that day so much that Anita couldn’t stand up by herself. I had to stop, lest his brother meet her half lame. Anita spent a month with her brother. It turned out to be the best month of my life… sexually. A month that I was given license to f**k with no questions asked. Various s*x positions were explored. If Grace was the ‘F**k of the Century’, Anita was the ‘F**k of the Month.’ When it was time for Anita to leave, Godwin was at home that day. So, there will be no parting shot of s*x. I almost cried. She saw the regret on my face and she felt the same too. While she moved her bags outside the gate, Godwin received a call from his friend who lives two streets away from our house. He instructed Anita to wait for him that he won’t stay long. God win beckoned on me to follow him to his friend’s house but Anita disagreed. She insist I stay with her while her brother go alone. What an OPPORTUNITY. Without wasting time, we rushed inside. Anita was wearing a skirt and a simple top. She just lifted up her skirt, lowered her pants, and I did the rest. Yes……… Though it was a quickie, we enjoyed the moment. She cried after the act, telling me she wished to stay longer if not for her mother’s request that she come home. I will miss you Anita (I said to myself). We had hardly stepped out of the gate when Godwin came back. He stopped a bike on which Anita and himself climbed. “Goodbye Anita”. “Goodbye Uncle Femi”, she replied. Smart girl huh? Yes, she’s smart. Victim 4: Kemi To Be Continue

Some readers may wonder why the adventure between me and Anita ended within a month. Does it mean that she couldn’t come around again for another holiday? Did Godwin asked her not to come any longer? Well, none of the above happened. The reason I didn’t see Anita again was that few months after her visit, Godwin moved out of the house. He cited the stress he subjected himself to if he had to come home, the hefty transportation fare, his persistent unavailability at home and so on. I felt for him though cos how would you explain having such a well furnished apartment like that without enjoying it? Tufiakwa! He claimed to have secured a good place very close to his work. But that should have been an advantage for me now to invite Anita home with no one policing her. Yes, but no. I didn’t stay longer there either because I moved out too. Luckily for me, after my HND, and through some buttons and favour, I secured a job with MTN Nigeria too at their headquarters in Falomo-Ikoyi, Victoria Island, Lagos. I worked under a software guru named Toye, an expatriate from London. Big boy don come abi? Yes. However, before I moved, Kemi came along; which helped me to quickly forget Anita. As a smart guy, I had friends across all profession. I had tailor friend in case I need to sow a cloth; I had mechanic friend in case my generator needs repair; I had eletrician friend for electrical works; I had a painter, carpenter…and even a driver as friends. Eko oni Baje oooo! The best of these friends is my tailor friend named Samson. Well, not because I sow cloths that much but because he loves what I love: football. To make it interesting, he is a Gunner to the bone like me (until recently when it seems Arsene Wenger has lost his midal touch and seems to be interested only in the books of account instead of formidable performances and trophies. Apologies to Arsenal Faithfuls. Wenger need to wake up). Anytime I feel bored, I go to Samson’s shop to relax. There was never a dull moment in his shop cos there are various brilliant and astute football experts and analysts there that you would think Oma Akatugba, Kufre and all other Godwin Einakhena’s cohorts are but cadets. I enjoyed every moment spent in his shop. There used to be a shop beside Samson’s shop, a chemist precisely. I went to Samson’s shop one afternoon as usual. I hadn’t sat for 10mins when a lady walked in: short, dark, robust, decent…but a bit local. She requested something from Samson which he declined. The lady left his shop a little disappointed. From the way he responded to her, I sensed that maybe my guy had approached her and she refused. I psyched Samson up just to get information about the lady and Samson’s rejection of her request. Samson opened up that he actually tried to woo her but she almost embarrassed him. So, in a way to get back at her, he thus reacted. You know guys now. Most of us don’t like a ‘no’ for an answer when issues like that comes up. By the way, the lady’s name is Kemi. She was in charge of the chemist beside Samson’s shop. After about 20mins after the incident, I went to her shop… to apologize on behalf of my friend. Sadly thought, I met her crying. I quickly sat beside her to console her and also apologize for the harsh treatment. She said no man has ever treated her like that, i.e, embarrass her in front of many people (and that day, there were 13 guys in Samson’s shop). I empathized with her and promised that such will never repeat itself again. She consented to my pleas and wiped her tears. I used the opportunity to know her more; like ask of her name, her state of origin, her education and all the other questions of pretence to that one is caring (Most guys will understand what I mean). She opened up and never hid anything. When I was about to leave, we exchanged numbers which she WILLFULLY and GLADLY gave me. I promised to call her that same evening and the following day. She thanked me for the time I spent with her and also praised me for my maturity. “What are friends for?” I replied. “Besides, you are Kemi and I am Femi. I think we are destined to be ‘friends’ you know?” She laughed so hard while I walked out of her shop. I returned to Samson’s shop who was so lost in argument for Wenger. He had no knowledge of where I was coming from. I sat for another 2hrs arguing football before I bade him bye- bye. While I passed through Kemi’s shop, she was busy attending to customers. I called her name and waved a goodbye. She responded witha a smile and waved me goodbye too. I called her as promised. She expressed her happiness over the phone for the way I handled the itch between him and Samson. She also asked when I’ll be coming again to visit my friend. I didn’t give a definite time though but I said “soon enough”. I lied. Guys, I deliberately did not go to Samson’s shop for the next two weeks. Kemi would call me everyday and I would give her various excuses until the day I ran out of excuse when she saw me in front of my house one early morning… #Gobe To Be Continued

When she saw me, she screamed, Kemi: It’s a lie. Is my eyes deceiving me? Mr. Femi. Oga ooo (a Yoruba exclamatory expression for shock or surprise). Shocked and short of words, I quickly thought about what my defence would be like. Well, I swallowed up my pride and just accepted. Me: Kemi I’m sorry please. Sorry I didn’t come to your shop as promised. I was truly busy. I just came outside to receive a call. Kemi: Ok ooo. Is this where you live? Me: Ermmmm, yea. Kemi: Ok ooo. Now that I have known your house, I can decide to come anytime I choose to…and please, don’t lie to me that you’re not at home because it will hurt me. I missed seeing and talking to you. Me: Eeeyah. I’m so sorry. Don’t worry. Anytime you choose to come, just tell me; I’ll make sure I stay at home. Kemi: Alright. Thank you. Let me be on my way. Are you coming today then? Me: Yes I will. She smiled when I affirmed my promise and walked away. I felt a little distraught cos she caught me unawares. Well, made up my mind to go see her without failing. The dilemma I now have is that she specifically said I’ll be coming to see her alone. How’s that gonna be possible with my friend’s shop in close proximity? Will go to Kemi’s shop without going to my friend’s shop first? I need to tell you guys that Kemi had told me over the phone that she had stopped talking to Samson since that day cause he was unrepentant and remorseless ever since. Also, he never stopped taunting her anytime she passes in front of his shop. Una don see wahala wey I don enter now? In the voice of one of the actors in the film, “The Transformers”, he exclaimed “…are you gonna pass up a bro for a ho?”, I guess that was what I am about to do: sacrifice going to see my good friend for a lady a barely know. Well sometimes, life can be that difficult; hence we’ve got choices and decisions to make everyday of our lives. but deep down in my heart, I do not want to offend any of the party. So, I devised a plan. Samson my friend loved pounded yam so much. So, I took another route to his shop that will make it impossible for Kemi to see me, though she may hear my voice which will be easier to explain than if it is other way round. I walked into Samson’s shop, handed him 1k and dared him to spend everything on pounded yam. He jumped at the challenge and was ready to leave. We agreed he’s going to go eat it in the restaurant with one witness following him. He agreed to the terms and one person volunteered to follow him. So, that was how I was able to make Samson leave his shop so that I can go see Kemi for the time being. I calculated the amount of minutes that will take him to get to the restaurant, order for food, eat, relax a little and come back to him shop. I figured it will take him 25-30mins or thereabout. Good enough for me I concluded. Samson left his shop and I went to see Kemi. I quickly told her that I have few minutes with her cause someone is waiting for me at the shop. She said no problem. She claimed she just felt like talking to me face-to-face alone. I summoned courage to ask if she could come to my house if she felt like talking, that we will have all the time in the world to talk about anything. She agreed speedily, stating that she had been eager to know my place since I have decided not to come to her shop all those periods of my unavailability. I checked my wristwatch, Samson had spent 23mins out of the allotted 25-30mins. I took my phone and dialed Samson’s number to inform him of my leaving for my own shop. He replied by saying that he is yet to even order for food. Chai! Na im I kon dey rush? A part of me wished to stay on with Kemi but what if Samson angrily decided to start coming back? I stood up and bid Kemi goodbye. I also asked when she would like to come and what she would like to eat. Kemi: Friday, 3pm. Just anything will do for me. Me: Call me when you’re coming ok? Kemi: Ok I will. I waved her goodbye and pretended to be on my way to shop. Once I am out of sight, I took a bike via another route home. That was how I navigated through that difficult dilemma. Some readers might have simpler ways of going about that, but for me, that was what came into my head that day..and the bottom-line is that, it worked. I love preparing well for visitors, be it male or female. My house must be neat and appeasing. So, I cleaned everywhere, wash the washable, cleanable and discarded the dispensable. So, I was ready for Kemi’s visit. I don’t know why I felt safe in my own house though. I realized I behaved natural and calm anytime I am within the perimeter of my apartment. Kemi called me on Thursday to confirm if our deal was still intact. I assured her that nothing has changed…except she changed it. She promised to come as promised with some gifts she had bought for me. Gift? Ok oooo. Na so dem dey start ooo. Na jeje Femi siddon ooo wey this one bring gift. Well, me sef get gift for am; a gift she will never ever forget her whole life. In case you are wondering the kind of gift I prepared for her, here it is: PRAYERS! Lol Kemi came as promised. I was washing my laundries when her call came through. She stood at the gate looking like a lost person in a strange land. I called out to her from the main door to my apartment and gestured to her to come. I made her relax while I excused myself to finish up my chores since I am almost through. Meanwhile, one of my boys was with me when she came in. I asked him to power the generator for me and leave for shop. Quickly I rush up my laundry, spread ‘em outside and that was it. When I got to parlour, Kemi was still looking around and looking so timid and shy. “What’s wrong Kemi? Feel at home ooo. I’ll be with you soon. Let me get you something to eat.” Iya Bola, a very friendly house-wife, still in her early thirties was my second neighbour. Her apartment is a little detached from the main building. Occupying the last flat was a Mobile Police Office who comes home daily very late into the night. Iya Bola’s husband is business man who travels a lot, leaving his wife and 2 kids at home. Earlier that day, I had made a deal with Iya Bola that I am expecting a visitor, and I don’t have the time for kitchen at all. Besides, I had washed all my pots and cleaned up my kitchen. Since I planned no cooking for that day, all my feeding was on her. She agreed to cook whatever food I wanna eat. Let me digress a little and tell you about the ‘almost’ act between Iya Bola and I. I don’t do married women; no, I don’t. That’s disrespectful and dishonorable. However, I almost had it with her if not for good conscience and determination. I was coming home one day from shop with the phone that Iya Bola’s husband had asked me to give his wife as a surprise on her birthday: a brandnew Blackberry Bold 6. He insructed me to walk in silently without her notice, drop the phone on the table with a simple note, “I love you darling. Happy birthday. From your lovely husband.” I agreed to it; well, not without him giving me egunje for the job. On that day, I walked into her apartment when I thought she will be sleeping. I dropped the phone on the table and was about to leave when she came out of the bathroom Unclad. This was possible because of the way their apartment was structured. She froze when she saw me standing with my eyes fully surveying her body part. It is hard to tell if Tolu (Iya Bola) was actually the mother of her kids. I said this not because she flirts, but because her body was just perfect that you wouldn’t believe she had had two children already. Her body was way perfect and smooth more than many of our teenage girls these days. She walked silently clutching and covering her p***y and bossom. I looked away from her while she made her way inside her room. I left her house immediately without saying anything. I went back to my apartment, locked the door behind and began reminiscing about what I just saw. I laughed, hissed, felt remorseful and sad. I spent 30 more minutes inside the house before I decided to go back to shop. When I opened my door, I saw a white paper on my footmat at the entrance of my door which reads, “You saw me didn’t you? I hope I’m beautiful and s*xy**, still? Thanks for bringing the phone silently.” Since that day, there is nothing I requested that she wouldn’t do. At times, I felt she was over-doing things just to please me. Well, I guess she wanted something more than me just seeing her body. Who can blame her? At times she can go 4-5 months without seeing her husband. Body no be firewood now. I pitied her. But for me, I can’t do it; no, not on my life. When I thus went to her house to remind her of the food I had requested, she packed it in a nice dish and volunteered to take it inside my house for me. I objected to the idea and took the food from her. Apparantly not happy with my delination, she left my presence angry. I never mind. I just went inside my house served Kemi and myself and galloped the meal. After the meal, Kemi said she was feeling sleepy. She laid on the chair to sleep while I clean up the table, wash the plates and returned them to Tolu, who won’t talk to me because I refused her ‘good’ gestures. I called her out of her room, went close to her, hugged her and whispered in her ears, “I’m a smart guy too. I understand the code and signal…but I can’t do it; you and I both know that it is not right. I am sorry, please forgive me..” She looked into my eyes and smiled. She hugged me and patted me at the back. She assured me her overtures are over. I left her house and went back to Kemi who was already sleeping on the chair… To Be Continued…

did when her phone woke her up was to close up and adjust herself. Kemi: Why did you call me? Me: I wanna know the kind of ringtone you use. She sat up and smiled. I went to sit a little distant from her and started engaging her in talks. We talked about everything and believe you me, Kemi didn’t hide anything, even the date she was disflowered, the name of the guy, the place, circumstances and how she felt. She was very blunt like my Grace. (I hope you’re not bored I kept mentioning Grace. She was the first real girl in my life, my play pal and friend. It sounds like I missed her right? Yea… I do). Kemi went on and on until she talked about the death of her mother. She was almost reduced to tears when she narrated how she died, which led her to where she is presently. Kemi is the 2nd child in the family of 4 children. She is the only female, others are males. She was loved dearly by her mother and there is nothing her mother will do, buy or go that Kemi will not be considered…first! She enjoyed uncommon treatment from her father too cos she was brilliant than all other children in the family. A year before Kemi would gain admission to study law in UI, her father lost his job. The burden and pain of this joblessness led to partial stroke and became unable to work again. Maintaining the family and footing the school fees of 4 children became the responsibility of her mother. She would farm, do laundry washing for others, babysits 8-10 children all in the name of catering for the family. In was this struggle that eventually led to her death. She had a cardiac arrest one day, fell down and died at the spot…while cooking the in kitchen when there was nobody home that fateful day. A friend of Kemi’s father offered to sponsor her education if she would agree to follow him to Lagos. She accepted the offer and bade her family goodbye, thinking she was going to be a student of law in the University of Lagos. Two years on, Kemi had not bought a Jamb form let alone go for a Post UME. She had been restricted to a sales girl with no hope of change soon. I was so incensed as well as sorry for Kemi. I moved close to her on the chair, held her hands and consoled her. She removed her hands from mine and just wrapped it around my neck, placing her head on my chest. With this new position, her big, firm and solid Bosom was fully pressed on me. I tried to adjust myself but the more I do this, the more she held on to me tightly and closely. We were in this position for about 3mins before the inevitable happened. Like a stealth, her hand find it’s way through my shirt and begin to move her hands up and down softly, steadily…and sweetly. I opened my body to afford her room and to test if she was doing that on purpose, and yes she was. I slid my hands underneath her blouse to squeeze and caress her big firm Bosom. She wriggled to the movements of my hand and moaned for pleasure. See awuf! As a sharp guy, I became bolder and more adventurous, planted a passionate kiss on her neck while my left hand found its way down south her skirt. She responded by scrubbing her hand on my bulged machine seeking for an opening. I helped her by unzipping my trousers while lips met hers in a mutual consent of euphoric feeling. She succeeded in bringing out my machine and helped herself sucking it up. As this continued, a sense of guilt filled my heart. Damn! This girl just told me the most painful part of her life. This shouldn’t be happening. I should be encouraging her, not screwing her. Seriously I don’t know why most girls are sexually vulnerable in their most weakest moment. This is not the first time I’ve witnessed this, it has happened to me severally with other girls I’m gonna share with you guys soon. To cut it short, I stopped whatever it is she started, left her on the chair and went into the bathroom. I came back to meet her standing at the properly dressed, ready to leave. I gave her some money which she refused. She said her goodbyes and left, declining my request to see her off. She refused my call for 3 days before I went to her shop, not minding what my friend would think or say. “Now is the time to choose sides Femi”, I told myself. On my way to Kemi’s shop, I met a church member, that brother (Timothy by name) who had delayed me in church on that Valentine programme. It has been a while since we saw each other because He had been in school and just came back. We exchanged greetings and I asked after his well- being. I hadn’t finished greeting him when said, Timothy: Brother Femi, I hope you still remember our last discussion? Me: Sincere I can’t remember anything. Can you remind me please? Timothy: Haaa? Brother, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten ooo. Well, what I said that day was that you should go and pray that we are thinking of making you the next youth president of the fellowship. Do you now remember? Me: (I pretended) Yeaahh…. I remember. Timothy: So, are you convinced to do it? Me: Hmmmm. Let me be frank with you. I don’t think I can do it. I’m to busy: shop, school with all its workload and assignments…. Bro, I can’t cope please. Timothy: You see Brother Femi, it is God that help people to do anything in life; not by power or by might. It is by the spirit of the Lord and…. When I noticed that his words are getting rather too long, I interrupted him and said, Me: Okay Brother Timothy. Give me until Sunday. I’ll get back to you. My words doesn’t seemed to go down well with him, he just accepted reluctantly. Besides, I told him I had to catch up with someone waiting for me. He bade me farewell and we departed. Halfway to Kemi’s shop, I changed my mind about going to see her in shop. “Who knows what I’m going to meet there or how she’s going to treat me?” I said to myself. I decided to send her a text message instead. Whatever started in my house must end in my house. So I said, “I’m sorry if I misunderstood your intentions that day. Please Kemi, can you come back to my house? I really want to see you.” I was surprised when I saw Kemi’s reply almost immediately, “Ok ooo. I’ll come today by 5pm.” I was elated when I read the message. That’s was the best news of the day. I made a U-turn and went back home. Earlier that day, I noticed my back was aching me. I thought about going to Emeka’s shop for drugs when a thought struck me to choose a trado- medicinal supplements instead. The first person I thought of was Tolu. I had seen her give her children ‘agbo jedi’ (herbal medicine) before. I went straight to her when I got home and told her of my needs. She looked at me suspiciously and asked why I decided to take the herbal medicine since I was always the one condemning her whenever she administered it on her children. I cited backpain due to the streinous work I did at shop the previous day, and that I heard the medicine works faster on grown up men. To convince her, placed my hands on my waist I feigned to be in serious pain. She quickly rushed inside her room and brought a bottle containing the supplement. She poured some inside a cup for me and I drank it. I thanked her and left for my apartment. By 4:00pm that day, I called Kemi… and this time, she answered my call. Me: Ope oooo. Thank God. Are you still coming ma? Kemi: (After a brief laughter) Yes ooo. A n bo ti e ba ni le wa danu bi to josi (I’ll come. I just hope you won’t send me away like you did recently). I assured her there will never be a repeat of that. To proof to her that I was willing, I asked her to come with 2 packs of CD when she’s coming. She exclaimed “I don’t know what CD is ooo. Don’t spoil me please.” We both laughed and I ended the call. I went to my kitchen to revisit the eba I left over last night. I quickly galloped everything and used some blood capsule too. For mind, today, Kemi go hear am. She has been accussed and convicted of crime against my machine, and so, she must face the full wrath of my powerhouse. Tolu’s supplement worked wonders. Few minutes after I had drank what she gave me, my back pain had reduced, while the front stick is fully responding to the after effect of it. In 9ice’s voice, “Today na today, k’olomo kilo f’omo re… Loni ni ko ni d’ola.” It was really a day to remember for me… To Be Continued

I was watching a film, “Brown Sugar” when I heard a knock on my door. Me: Who is there? Kemi: Your female version. I opened my door and saw Kemi glowing with smile. She walked in majestically & sweetly that I can’t help but admire her as if I was just seeing her for the first time. She made her way to her favourite chair, sat down, lowered the volume of the TV and started looking at me like a prey happily waiting for an apex predator to devour her. I walked to where she sat, knelt before her and opened my arms wide. She threw her arms around my neck and hugged me. I planted a kiss on her lips and she reciprocated… Me: Thank you for coming Kemi. I’m sorry for the misunderstanding we had last week. Kemi: It is alright. I felt emotionally attached to you even before you spoke to me the day Samson embarrassed me. I had seen you more than two occassions walked into his shop. I love the way you walk, talk and look. My heart melted when you came into my shop after the incident. Up till now, I don’t know why I gave you my number. It is very strange of me to give out my number just like that. I don’t know how and why I did it. My heart had since been connected to yours ever since. Why? Me: Maybe because you’re Kemi and I am Femi. If there is anything I like about you, it is your sincerity and the trust you had in me. Thanks Kemi. Kemi: You’re welcome ooo. So, what do we do now? Me: You know what to do honey. Let’s continue what we halted She looked at me and smiled. She opened her bag, brought out the CDs and handed them over to me. I held her head and started a very hot kiss. We pulled off our shirts simultenously. I lifted her up and continued the kissing. I stroke her hair and queezed her Bosom while we kissed. I whispered into her ears that we should go into the room. She declined and said she want us to remain in the parlour and do whatever I wanna do. We continued our kissing passionately. Slowly, I moved my hands down south again, lifted up her skirt and started squeezing her bottom too: one hand on the bottom, the other roaming around and looking for way to her p***y. Eventually I found my way as one of my fingers slid into her gucci. She moaned strongly, and soon, the speed of her kissing changed. I moved my finger in and out of her. Like a means of retaliating, she started stroking my ‘goods.’ I helped her by bringing out my Jonhny much to her delight. She left kissing me and started sucking me real hard. I removed her pant and skirt, laid her on the chair and gave her a sweet “p***y cleaning.” When I had enough of cleaning and dressing, we both UnCloth ourselves. I removed one of the CD she had brought, wore it and gave Kemi a good f**k she ever had her whole life. This consummation went on and on for about an hour. We both had heavenly feelings simultaneously, a first time experience for me. We cuddled for a while and then the action resumed with her on-top of me, giving me a very strong ride. All along the pounding, she kept talking dirty. Jezz! Those words flung me into action as I overturned her dominance into a semi-missionary position. She screamed and moaned when I penetrated deep down inside. She held my buttocks so firmly as if her life depended on it. We changed style soon enough into a doggie until I she climaxed again… few minutes later, I came too. At the end we both lie on the floor, cuddling and talking about how we both enjoyed each other. For the first time in my life, I had to beg a woman to keep coming back to me. Kemi hold a special place in my heart, even now. The reason I can’t really explain. Maybe beacuse I had developed emotional sympathy for her due to the story she had told me about her life. I kept seeing Kemi often and often… with each meeting ending in a raptorous s*x experience. She would come as early as 5am on Sunday to my house under the pretence that she is going for a mass (she attends a Catholic Church). I loved that 5am s*x cos it gives a feeling second to none. Anytime she comes at 5am, no church for me that day as I would have been exhausted and weak. So when the opportunity to work with MTN surfaced, it was time for me to move out of my den. I called Kemi over to tell her the new development…but not after helping myself to another 3 rounds of creamy s*x. When I finally let out the cat, she protested that I should decline the offer. She said I would be sending her back to her father is I dare leave her for Lekki. She alleged that I had given her reasons to smile and be happy since we started consummating. #Wahala day o. It was a daunting task convincing Kemi. This is an opprotunity for me to step up, a golden chance to elevate my status. “I’ll come once in a while to check on you” I promised her. She wept and wept again and again. I managed to console her and begged for understanding. She said a statement I will never forget, “Thank you. You’re leaving me as you met me. Isn’t this how we met, me crying and you consoling? Thank you.” I spent 3 more weeks in that area before I moved out. And Kemi? I tried all I could to create a level playing field; as in, make here reason with me. We had a fight the day I went to Samson’s shop to inform him of my impending movement. That day, Samson wasn’t in his shop, he had gone out to buy some stuffs. I used the chance to say hello to Kemi. When she saw me coming, she gave an unfriendly look on her face to show that I wasn’t welcomed. I entered her shop anyways and sat down. She kept mute and calm. I greeted her but there was no response. Few minutes later, she stood up from her seat and moved towards the exit door. I stopped her from leaving by holding her hand. She requested I let her go but I refused. She threatened to scream if I don’t leave her shop at once. I thought it was joke until she screamed at me to leave her shop. Me: Kemi ki ni mo se? (What have I done?) Kemi: I don’t know. Just leave my shop. Me: Are you sure there’s nothing wrong? Cos I can’t place the reason of your sudden “I-don’t- wanna-you” chants. Can you just tell me the problem? Kemi: Please leave me alone. Me: This is not right Kemi. I told you already why I wanna move. You should be happy for me and not this saddistic. This is crazy, I just can’t place it. Kemi walked out on, leaving me alone in her shop. I felt awkward and embarrassed. Quietly and maturely, I left her shop and went home directly. I called one of my boys to come around to help me arrange my stuffs in preparation to move. Meanwhile, before now, I called one of my step- brothers, Yinka, to be in charge of the shop on my behalf when I’m away. He just finished his ND from MAPOLY. I told all my neighbours too about my intentions and they all wished me luck. Three days before leaving, I thought about having a never-to-be-forgotten s*x experience. I thought about my options thoroughly and only Kemi came to the picture. It saddens me however how she had let our relationship deteriorated to this unreasonable level. A relationship that promised so much suddenly became something to never remember. I felt like calling her but the handwriting is already on the wall: she won’t answer me. Grace is married, living in Abuja; Mary is in school, a no go area; but here is Kemi, fighting me for no just cause. I gave up the thought of s*x. I felt probably it wasn’t meant to be. “I’ll enjoy more p***y when I get to Lekki”, I said to myself. There I will have sweeter girls in various shapes and sizes. I stood up from where I was thinking, made way to the bathroom for a shower. I came out of the bathroom and sat back on the chair. I heard a knock on my door. Me: Who is there? “It’s me Tolu.” Me: Oh, hold on. I ran inside my room, put on my knicker and a singlet…opened the door for her but she stood there still at the door. Tolu: Sorry to disturb. I wish to return the films I borrowed from you. I don’t wanna hold on to what does not belong to me. Me; Oh, that’s very thoughtful. Thanks. She left immediately and I went back to packing and getting ready. I called Godwin about it and he felt happy for me. I called Grace too to inform her that I am her soon-to-be colleague. She counldn’t hide her joy for the news. I went to the pastor of my church, whom I had been in the know since I started the processing. He prayed for me and even gave me a token for my transport. I thanked him and left. On my way home, my phone beeped. I just received a text. When brought out from phone, it was message from Kemi. Kemi: Forgive me for the way I treated you. I just couldn’t bear to see a picture of me without you. I should be happy for you that you’re stepping up. I’m sorry if I misbehaved. I wish you all the best. Bye I don’t know what to say. What then came over her earlier when she acted as if someone had killed her child? Na wah for some girls sha. I walked home, continued the necessary stuffs and put my preparation at 80%. The following morning, around 9am, I heard a knock on my door. When I opened the door, alas, it was Kemi. Kemi: Good morning. I don’t know if I should answer or not. I mean, she was the last person I thought I would see. I thought I would never see her again. I opened the door wider, she came inside and headed straight for her favourite chair. We stared at each other for few minutes before I spoke, Me: I would have asked you to explain what happened to you that day but that is past…and gone. I’m leaving tomorrow, as you can see that I’ve already packed my stuffs. A truck is coming by 11am to move this things out cos the landlord in Lekki said I can move my things in already. Let me thank you for all you’ve done for me. And it’s nice to have known you Kemi. Her eyes were filled with tears as I spoke, especially when I said I’m moving out tomorrow. She bursted into tears eventually and wept uncontrollably. I had no option but to move close to her and console. It was highly emotional that morning. Then I know that if a woman fall in love, she really do. To Be Continued…

I arrived Lekki a happy man. 11 Freedom Way, Ikate Round-About was the new den. The chance of a good life looms at me. Robbing shoulders with the big boys sounds appealing right? Oh yeah, it does. When I mean big boys, I mean the creame de la creame of that time. As at this time, all the major Nollywood actors, hip-hop artistes and the business moguls prod the area so often. It was a perfect setting to enjoy what life has thrown at me. At least, let me get away from the hustle and bustle lifestyle of Ikorodu surburbs. No disrespect to present Ikorodu inhabitants though, y’all should understand the roughneck, hiccup and frsutrating daily holdups we encounter. It is just frustrating. So, you can imagine how I felt. “This is my small London”, I said to myself, “:::and I’m gonna enjoy it to the fullest.” I arrived on Friday as planned so that I can set up my apartment. It was a two-bedroom flat storey building, well furnished to taste, neat… but expensive. I thought if I started work, I’ll be able to service the house rent as time goes by. Beside the house is a supermarket; and when I say supermarket, it really was a SUPER market. It has saved me a lot of times when I needed something to eat quickly if I didn’t cook prior. There is something about this supermarket that I will tell you guys later. Friday, Saturday and Sunday are enough for setting up now. I planned not going to church that Sunday because I thought “I’m still new now. I go go church next week.” After finishing the setting up around 5pm, I was tired, really tired. “Tomorrow is a big day boy”, I told myself. “So, eat, relax and be ready.” That was exactly what I did. 6am in the morning, I was already on the road. Ikate to Falomo, barring holdup and toll gating* shouldn’t be more than 10-20mins drive. I arrived work that morning 6:37am and waited until the door is opened for business. I sat at the reception, awaiting my oga whom I have called earlier when I left home. I introduced myself to the securities who were surprised to see me waiting for someone that early hours. When I explained myself, they were like, “oga sorry ooo. No vex. We be your boy ooo. Sorry sir.” I put up a smile to show my understanding. Though they left me there on the chair while I await my oga’s arrival, they never stopped checking on me from time to time to show concern and, as I later found out, looking for ‘good favour’. For my mind I was like, “Me? Oga? Sorry? I don hammer.” I was so pleased with that fantasy so much that I never noticed my phone was ringing. I would have heard it rang if not that I silenced it when I came inside the premises cos na Terry G song be my ringtone. A ray of light flashing my eyes caught my attention to the ringing phone. My oga dey call me, Mr. Toye (That’s my oga’s name. Henceforth, I’ll be using oga): Hello Femi. Where are you now? Me: I’m at the reception already sir. Oga: Oh that’s good a sign that you’ll be punctual. Now go to the receptionist, tell whoever is there that you need a tag to 10 Floor. Once the door of the floor is opened, go inside and wait for me. Tell whoever questions you that I asked you to wait. Me: Yes sir. Oga: See you soon. (Drops call). Mr. Toye is a yoruba man. He was a graduate of Geology from Ahmadu Bello University, Zaria. He proceeded Birmingham, England to further his education. He lived the larger part of his life there. How he became a compuer genius I don’t know. The only explanation however was when he told me that one day, God showed him a word, ‘Oracle’ in his dream. He woke up, googled the word and found out that oracle is the leading software giant all over the world. As simple as it sounds, that was his success story. Wetin I find reach this man place no understand me sef. Abi na ifa me I see for dream? Lol. He is married with 3 boys, all based in London, schooling. His wife is a Tele-vangelist, Radio host and public speaker there is London, according to him. I will be telling you more about him subsequently. However, he is a pastor in the Redeemed Christian Church of God. I did as he said. Truly, few people questioned my presence…and I gave ‘em all same answer, “Mr. Toye asked me to wait for him. He ‘ll be here soon enough.” And soon enough, he arrived. I stood up from where I sat, moved towards him to collect his bag which he refused to give me. Oga: You’re here as a worker, not as a servant. Don’t try that again. You take my bag when I asked you to, ok? Me: Ok sir. He pointed me his table and I followed him. No sooner than he arrived that he called for a meeting. Apparently, he is the boss of the floor…and everone listened as he spoke that morning. I felt a little happy. My eyes kept probing each faces to catch whoever is not on the same page with my boss so that I can report him or her. Lol. After his pep talk, each of them returned to their desk all fired-up for the week. Oga: Welcome to MTN Nigeria Femi. Here, every second equals a million. Are you ready? Me: Yes sir, I am To Be Continued

MTN didn’t just employ my boss directly from London. There is a recruiting firm from South Africa called Indigo. They have a branch in Falomo very close to MTN Complex. That happened to be my working domain most of the week as well as moving in and out of MTN complex. Let me spare you guys with all the details jare. Weeks passed. I became so acquinted with my work and area. I just love my work: soothing, simple and rewarding. Weeks passed into months and by now, I became more relaxed and the whole new adventure became normal. I was barely 3 months into my new work when I ran into Cynthia, a friend of mine during my ND days in Lagos. Cynthia is a yoruba girl: raw, direct, busty, smart and ultra vulga back in school. We were just mere friends and nothing serious actually happened between us. The closest we ever got was when we were together in a group for an assignment on Principles of Law. I was the leader of the group, she was the assistant. This brought a little closer as we tried to solve various questions from the group assignment. Aside this, all na ‘good morning’ -ish. My boss and I were on our way to see a client on Ademola Adetokunbo road. We stopped by a eatry cos oga said he was hungry. I helped us get the food that morning; so that means I’ll be the one on queue. The queue was unusually long that morning but I’ve got no choice. My oga sef no dey in hurry. Finally it got to my turn. I got served and I paid. When I turned around to leave for the table, I saw someone come in; somebody I know so well. She was with one guy like that, looking so tasty and clean. A lot had changed since I last saw Cynthia ooo. This is one mystery about lady: they change so quickly both for the wrong reasons and the right reasons. Change that I’m inferring to here is her beauty, body structure and levels. I would’ve called out to her but for my boss on seat, I pretended I didn’t see her. I went straight to my seat, consume the food before me so fast that I had to wait for my boss to finish his. My eyes was fixed on Cynthia while I sat beside my boss. Only God knew what made Cynthia leave the eatry in a hurry, aparrently to answer a call. I excused myself from my oga, I went outside to say hello to Cynthia. When she saw me, she almost tore me apart; screaming, hugging and asking too many questions at the same time. I couldn’t tell anything save that we just exchanged phone numbers and BB pins. I went back inside to meet my boss who at the time was done with his meal. I waved to Cynthia as we made our way out. We got to where we were going, closed the deal and went back to office. For the moment I was very free. I decided it was time to speak to Cynthia. I called her, exchanged pleasantries and all those stuffs. She asked of my well-being, where I stayed and what I do. I told her everything and she went “wow” when I mentioned MTN Nigeria. She flattered and hailed me when I told her about where I work. She asked if she can come pay a visit and I said, Me: Of course. Why not? You will be my first visitor if you chose to come. Cynthia: Na lie. First visitor ke? Many ladies go don flood your house jor, stop lying. Me: Nooooo. I stay alone really. You will be the first seriously. Cynthia: Ok oooo, if you say so. That means na Hummer Jeep I go carry go house be that abi? Me: Well, you can. But first, I’ll give you a Hammer Jeep. We both laughed and continued gisting. She asked about my availability and I said weekends will be ideal for me. She promised to come in two weeks time for a visit. While I await her visit, a day will not pass that Cynthia and I wouldn’t call each other, even after we have pinged for longer hours. Stylishly I asked about the guy I saw her with the first day and she was like, “Oh that? No worry jare. Him dey find fine girl but no wan spend. I don delete am that same day.” Her revelations got me thinjing about the kind of girl I invited to my house. The danger is, once she knows this place, she’ll love to come again and again. She told me all the various stuffs she has done and I began wondering and blaming myself why I told her my address. She would send me pictures every morning she got dressed. Seriously guys, Cynthia fine no small… especially her big backyard. #Dilemma: a change to change my mind about her coming or a chance to lay my hands upon that treasure bag she carried around? There are simple ways to tell if a girl is really into you, and Cynthia showed all the signs in 3D. I guess that latter overshadowed my right thinking. My first f**k is on its way, I thought. I would rather I register my name in her chocolate city* than cook up excuses. I’m picking up from where I left off in Ikorodu. I’m going to see how it feels like to experience romance in Lekki surburbs. It’s never gonna be the same I know for sure. So, all was set: the house, serenity, expectation, the right mood, developed a nice plot and devised a plan to make her remember ever coming to my house. #The Beginning. To Be Continued…

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Mysterious is the feeling knowing a girl is coming to visit, especially if it’s for the first time. You guys should have known by now that I am no stranger to stuffs like this. I’ve got my cards played out. Though the environment is different, the process is same: just make sure everywhere is appealing, tidy and arranged. Girls love to be in such environment; they will say yes to whatever you say (Lol. Not all girls anyways). Friday was a big day for me. At work, Friday is like our off day cos most of the big deals were sealed latest Thursday. My boss hardly come around office too on Friday save only to register his presence. After that, everything else can wait till Monday. Same philosophy goes for me too: after all, I’m directly responsible and answering to my boss alone: He moves, I move; he stays, I stay. Before 2pm I was home. I cleaned everywhere, cooked some stew with pork meat after I cooked some rice. I rushed down to the supermarket, got some fruity-juicy drinks and imprisoned them in my fridge. I called Cynthia afterwards to ask of her present location and her ETA (Expected Time of Arrival). She had called me earlier at work that she had left home but will be stopping by a friend’s house. At around 4:50pm, Cynthia called me: Cynthia: Which bus stop did you call it? Me: Ikate Round About. Call me when you highlight there. Cynthia: Ok. Past 5pm Cynthia called me that she just arrived Ikate Round About. I put on a shirt on my knickers and walk up to the bus stop to go pick her (the bus stop is just about 5mins walk). Cynthia dressed to kill that day. Joking I asked if she was going to murder someone already. A black armless body hug, silky skirt witha white tennis shoe. She allowed her hair flow down unhindered with a touch of red wetlips make up. Her eyelashes were a little touched with eye pencil. Her teeths were as white as ever; so white that it could help you see clearly even in the darkest tunnel. She carried a short cream bag to complete the touch of glamour, elegance, beauty and perfection. She gave me a hug right there at the spot. My third leg signaled its presence and ever attentive readiness. Quickly I engaged it in a non-verbal communication to stop jumping for joy yet. It was an ego boosting sight that evening as we walk home together. Seriously there nothing so soothing and sweeter than walking on the street together with a pretty lady. It is like an override that compels every eyes on the street – walking, sitting or driving – to fix their gaze on you. Chai! Truly, this was much more different to Ikorodu own. See levels? And you know, I’ve got to blend to my context. I opened the door and accorded her the honour of going in first. I came inside and shut the door behind me. It was almost 6:30pm when she arrived my house. Na when dis babie go wan leave now. Before I begin to feel any lucky, I asked, Me: You are late o Cynthia. When are you leaving? Cynthia: I won’t stay long here. I’ll leave once it is 9pm. I won’t go home straight. A friend of mine stays in Phase 1. I will go pass the night there with her before going home the following day. Me: Ok. That’s good. This is approximately 2hr 30mins. Too short now, especially for a first timer. Well, one good term they say, deserves another. Let me make her feel so important in this her debut in my house. I made sure she had a swell time and her facial expression showed that she was impressed and satisfied with my hospitality. It was almost time for her to leave. She looked at me and gestured her readiness to leave. I excused myself for a while. I reached for my wallet, counted 5k and squeezed it inside her bag. I instructed her not to check what I put inside her bag until she’s gone. She obeyed (well, partly because ladies love stuffs like that). I saw her off to the bus stop again and didn’t leave her until a vehicle came around to pick her up. She waved me goodbye and I returned home. At about 20mins later, Cynthia called me. Cynthia: Femi you’re funny ooo. Thank you anyways for the money. I appreciate it. Me: You’re welcome. I hope I tried a little? Cynthia: See I will tell you that one later. See there is a development ooo. Me: What development is that? Cynthia: The friend I told you I was coming to see has travelled since yesterday. There is no one at home. Me: Ha? Didn’t you call her before going there ni? Cynthia: I did but her line has been saying number not available since yesterday but that has been the case most of the time. So I thought probably it’s a network issue. But now, I am wrong. Me: Eeyah. What are we going to do now? Cynthia: I already informed my mum that I won’t be coming home tonight. This may sound rather uncomfortable for you oo but seriously, there’s nowhere else to go except your place…if you don’t mind. Me: You’re free anytime, anyday. I hardly enter my second room let alone use it. You can come pass the night here and you’ll leave tomorrow. Cynthia: Ok. Thanks Femi. Me: Welcome. To Be Continued…

I no go lie, body sweet me small. My third leg responded in hope of servicing. I rushed to the bus stop to go wait for her. While I await her arrival, the smell of Suya arrested my nose. I bought a #300 Suya to keep my mouth a little busy like I Go Die will say. After 15mins of wait, my phone ranged. It is Cynthia. With her phone glued to her ear, she looked round that bus stop hoping to see anyone who looks like Femi. I walked up to her and a sigh of relief ensued. When we got home, she requested to take a shower. I gave all she needed to be comfortable. I vacated my room for her so she could sleep on my bed cos that was the only bed in that house. Since I hardly use the second room, the room remained virtually empty save some cartons of electronics in there. She asked why I vacated my room for her and I explained. She then offered to go sleep on the chair in the sitting room but I didn’t buy the idea. Me: Don’t worry Cynthia. This is my house. You just make yourself comfortable, ok? Cynthia: Thank you Femi. I left her in the room and left for the sitting room. I was playing my video game when she came to the sitting room to request for a wrapper. By now she had changed into a nightie, apparently the night gown she would have worn at her friend’s house had she not traveled. It was a transparent skyblue gown with no bra. Her Bosom standing so firmly like Adenuga Towers. The Tips were so black, big and pointed. Her white panties caught my attention the most. In fact, it made me imagined she had nothing on her, Cynthia: Femi I need a wrapper. Me: Oh wrapper? Ok. Come. I led to my room and opened my wardrobe to her to chose from the varieties of wrappers I had. She picked one and I returned the rest. Cynthia: Godd night Femi. Me: Good night Cynthia. I left the room and switched off the light at her request. I went back to the sitting to continue my video game. All through my playing, my mind wasn’t at rest. It kept probing and questioning my sudden Father Christmas mood witha beautiful lady sleeping on my bed while I am here playing video games. I got discouraged to continue the game so I switched it off. I lay on my chair looking at the ceiling and imagining different possibilities of impossibilities. Guys, there is no way you’re going to sleep with a lady alone with you in a house. I couldn’t sleep. I changed sleeping positions on the chair at the rate of 15 positions per minutes., meaning I just kept rolling all around the place. Suddenly, I thought of a trick: let me pretend that the sitting room was too cold for me. Sincerely, I had rained earlier that morning and whoever understands Lekki will know it is a sandfilled landscape. Even without rain, you there not stay out at night. The wind is just not good for health. Yes! I’ve found a good excuse. I removed from sitting and went inside the room. Cynthia had wrapped herself up and slept. She left a space behind her so big enough to contain me without disturbing her. I quietly laid beside her to sleep. I had barely laid down when she turned, apparently changing sleeping position. Her leg collided with mine and that sent a pulse to her that she’s got a company. Cynthia: Who is there? Me: It’s me Femi. The cold in the sitting room is too much. Please let me just manage here. Cynthia: Please do. The bed is big enough for both of us. Besides I wanted to tell you about the cold when I came to ask you for wrapper earlier. Me: Thanks…and sorry for the inconvenience caused. Cynthia: There is no inconvenience oooo Femi. She chuckles and returned to sleep. We slept with our backs turned against each other. Like I said earlier, sleep no catch me ooo. My heart kept racing up and down. Gradually, I closed the distance between us. I made sure that from my position, my hand can touch any part of her body conveniently. Slowly, I placed my hand on the bed, a little close to her booty. I moved it slowly until the tip of my fingers touch her buttocks. She moved her body and I quickly withdraw my hand; though she never changed position. I tried again and this time, she didn’t make any move. My hand begin to ascend up to her pelvic up to her stomach. Still, no movement. That encouraged me to move up tight to her so that there was no space between us. I was so close to her so much that my machine was already greeting her buttocks. Still this girl no move. My hand gradually moved up her Bosom and rested on one of them. When I noticed she didn’t make a move, I tried a little trick to see if she was fast asleep. I called her name and to my surprise, she answered me instantly, Me: Sorry. I thought you were asleep already. Cynthia: I would have, if not for your straying hand that kept checking my particulars! Oh boy! Na that time I no say na so e dey do both male and female, though the female may feign sleep but trust me, the sleep is a ruse. All I was doing silently and codedly became bold and intentional. And all along, she didn’t resist my overtures Her non-resistance signaled a green light: GO. First, I made sure my hand played well enough on her bossoms. When I ran my fingers on her Tips, she made a sound of pleasure. Still encourage, I started squeezing her Bosom so harder and passionately. When I felt a little satisfied with her bossoms, I moved my hand down south and gradually lift up her gown. My hand found its way into the juicy area of her chocolate city. I ran my fingers on her panties, especially the area of the V-spot. She adjusted her body and opened up her legs for my convenience. My fingers were still on her V-spot when I felt a moisture. She was bastardly wet. I slid her panties sideways and in goes my middle finger. She held my hand and sharted moving it in and out of her p***y. Her moaning became stronger and heavier. With one hand pushing my finger in and out of her, the other finger was on my machine, stroking it and trying hard to force it out of my knickers. I helped her to that effect by unzipping my knickers and the man* came out in full force. She turned herslf around and concentrated on my shaft. Putting things into perspective, there is no girl as professional as Cynthia when it comes to BJ in all of my sexistory! She handled me so perfectly that night. The BJ was so hot that I came. For the first time, I had s*x with no CD. She got up from the bed, removed her nightie and went dully unclad. Without question I reciprocated. My machine just kept dancing and reminding me that “sebi I dey happy ealier and you say make I never worry.” I climbed on top of Cynthia and did a little of romance. At this time, I was very charged to discharge the charges I loved to discharge. She opened up her body and I buried my machine inside her jiucy-joint. The moanings from my penetration made her go crazy. I went deep inside of her and gave her a f**king lesson. After few minutes of missionary, I turned her face down on the bed. She layed down on her stomach while I push in from the back. I love this position no be small. My machine went deep down inside. All she could do is moan, moan and moan. After some minutes in this position too, I turned her back with her buttock facing my Joystick. I pushed in from behind too while she whined for pleasure. 3 rounds was good enough for a night abi? Cool. When I was about to climax, she climaxed and begged me not to stop. I obliged. With all my energy reserved for spleeping, I held down Cynthia waist, opened her legs and inserted *my sim card* inside her *phone* powerfully. After a good 20mins of sliding in and out of her, I climaxed. I laid back on the bed a tired, exhausted and worned out. She engaged me in chat which I hardly responded too. I was ready to sleep. We kissed for the next 10mins until sleep began to close my eyes little by little. P***y available, d**k served. To Be Continued…

Cynthia & I slept unclad but my Joystick never slept. At everybody contact, my Joystick responded with a ‘shall we?’ gesture. 5am in the morning my phone’s alarm woke me up. I quickly shut it off so as not to wake Cynthia up. I intended to do that myself …with my Joystick! I held her tightly close to me. I pressed my body against hers so much that my already stiffened Joystick found its way inbetween her buttocks and her p***y. The unwelcomed attention of my Joystick woke Cynthia up. She smiled as she turned around, facing up, Cynthia: You no dey sleep? What’s the time? Me: It’s past 5am. Good morning. Cynthia: Hmmmm,… I should be getting ready to go home. I need to help mum do some work in her shop today. Me: No problem. She tried to stand up but I pinned her down and climbed on her. I engaged my hands in probing every part of her body: her hair, lips, neck, Bosom, thighs, buttocks and lastly, the most sensitive part of her body, the clit. She became numb immediately I touched that spot. All her IGG (intial gra-gra) cooled off. She submitted to the power of my romantical aesthetics and the indomitable spree of pleasure. A passionate kiss ensued afterwards with heavy breathing and moaning. She pressed her p***y against my Joystick and started moving up and down in a well calculated irresistible motion. I kissed everything kissable, even her eyes, nose, ears… anything. She almost cried when I went down south to feed on the meal in between her legs. Her legs started shaking and moving to the inaudible tune of pleasure. She moaned and moaned while I kept feeding like an hungry dog. I tongue-f**ked her while my hands caressed her Bosom, especially her Tips. She moved her V against my head, giving me a face wash. After about 20mins of this hot oral, with my Johnny ready to go, I climbed on her for a missionary trip. She opened up her body and raised up her legs so high, then she wrapped them around my waist. Like those Fulani who specialises in digging foundation, I dug Cynthia so badly. All of my Johnny was buried inside her. I started first with a slower tempo and then, gradually, I increased it poco-a- poco (little by little). The voice of her moaning increased simultaneously with the increase in tempo of my digging. Guys there is nothing as sweet as early morning s*x. It’s just uncomparable. The feeling is magical and wonderful. This made me understand why guys love an all-night with a girl. The night part is just a demo; the early morning part is the real deal. Cynthia and I climaxed almost at the same time. She came first before I did. With her legs wrapped around my waist, it became impossible to remove Johnny at the time I climaxed. I had no option but to download the ingredients inside the juicy (s)pot. I laid back on the bed beside her, so tired and exhausted. She wrapped her arms around me and placed her head upon my chest, Cynthia: Thanks Femi. I never knew you could be this sweet. I enjoyed myself. Me: I should thank you for saving me from cold. It would have been terrible you know, if I had slept in the sitting room. She laughed and spanked my buttocks. I did the same and we started playing. She held my Joystick (still erected) and said she will bite on it if I dare touch her again. Me: Abeg ooo, leave General Femi alone. He’s got a whole of work more to do. After she had rested for a while, she got up from the bed and entered into the bathroom to take her bath. I followed her and convinced her that we should bath together. She agreed. I washed her back, she washed mine. She rinsed me, and I, at the point of rinsing her, revisited my feeding process on her V. She held my head against her p***y tightly. I sucked and sucked on her V until she came. She went numb again when she came. I rinsed her body before I lifted her up inside the room. When she regained some strength, she helped herself with the rest. I also had my bath while she got dressed. When we were both done, I squeezed another 2k into her bag and then I saw her off to the bus stop. She promised to call me immediately she got home. I went back home once she joined a BRT bus. About an hour later, she called me; thanking me for everything I did, especially the events in the room which she was so particular about. Me: What can I say? I’m just trying to be a man, you know? Cynthia: A man indeed. Truth be told Femi, you were really a man…my kind of man! My head swell small. After the call, we resorted to BBM Chats and seldom phone calls. I took the chance to ask when she would be coming again. She promised once she’s free, no one can stop her from coming to, in her words, “daddy.” Thus was the beginning of abundance of s*x between Cynthia and I. If it was possible to f**k every seconds of everyday, Cynthia was ready for me. To say the truth, I think she fell in love with me but she tried to hide it. Wetin concern me? I just dey do my thing dey go the way I sabi do am. Cynthia: Femi are you home? Me: Yes I am. Cynthia: Ok. I am on my way… To Be Continued…

Cynthia was actually in the neighbourhood when she called. Her friend had called her over for a parlour birthday celebrations. Since the whole thing is gonna rumble all through the night, Cynthia excused herself to come see me since, according to her, she was already feeling bored. Hence her decision to come see me; and una know say with me, there is no dull moment. She arrived 30mins later around past 7pm. I had cooked my dinner (indomie and suya) that night. She met me eating on her arrival. She looked at me and smiled; apparently because of the food I was eating or for a reason best know to her. She dropped her bag on the chair and rushed into the rest-room to ease up. On her way out, she asked me to reserve a little indomie for her to eat. I asked her to cook another but she said she will be leaving soon and there will be enough food at her friends party. I agreed. She came back to join me as we galloped up the helpless indomie. After the meal, she relaxed on the chair and tuned in to Channel O, with Banky W rocking the MIC with his single R&B: Yes/No. Cynthia sang along without missing or mixing the lyrics of the song. As she sang, I just kept saying ‘yes…yes….yes, bring your Buttocks here…yes… yes…yes.’ Funny moment. She got up from the chair and moved close to where I sat. She gestured towards me, asking me to get up and dance with her…which I did. The atmosphere began to change as we dance along. She wrapped her arms round my neck while I held her from her waist. It atmosphere became so charged up that her Bosom were firmly pressed on my chest. I think I missed the point: Cynthia came to Bleep, and that’s all. The dance led to kissing. The kissing led to romance. Soon, our cloths started flying all around the sitting room, leaving her in her bra and panties and me in my usual old- soldier boxer. I lifted her up and carried her into my bedroom. And seriously, I had better plans for Cynthia that day. I had dreamt about us fucking unusually two days before and I was bent at reliving the dream. As she laid still on the bed waiting for me to come in hot, I left for the fridge and brought some ice- cubes. I removed her panties and placed 3 cubes on her clit. She wriggled and waver while holding on to the bed spread. I placed 2 more cubes on each of her Bosom and finally, I had one in her mouth and one in my mouth too. Gently, I moved closer to her lips and kissed her. Dang! The feeling was so cold and frenzy (like in WWE advert: please, don’t try this). I did this for few minutes and then removed the ice in my mouth when it was half-way melt. I placed the half cube on her stomach and then proceeded down south to ravage her ice-cold clit. Her laps were shaking when I began business down there. Suddenly, she held my head and said, Cynthia: “Stop punishing me Femi. Just Bleep me already,…please.” Now that’s what I wanna hear. I removed all the ice I placed on her Bosom, stomach and clit. She munched the last cube in her mouth and urged me again to get down to business. With my ever ready Johnny, I slid into her cynically. However, the coldness of her p***y got me arrested for few minutes: I couldn’t thrust in any further or come out of her. It was like a transfer of her cold Well directly into my body. A little rubbing of her hand on my back sent back the signal needed to my Joystick, which, like a reinvigorated machine, thrusted into her in a speed of 1000 km/ s. I pounded her so hard, so fast and so precise. As I was thrusting, she was giving it back to me. So much energy she’s got. She rolled me over and came on top of me. Dis girl bleep me like mad. She worked me so fast that, about 10mins later, she squirted on my Joystick. I rolled her over too and do a doggy. This time, my thrusting was slower, sensual and magical. I felt like pumping out (climax) but I decided against it. Instead, I excused myself, went to the fridge and drank a cold bottle of water. When I came back, I laid her on her stomach, with her fresh-looking bums facing me. I thrusted in and out like a drilling machine searching for gold. Finally, with a feeling of a mighty rushing wind, I flooded my bed with millions of my ointment (come). This was a very unusual s*x between me and Cynthia. She asked what really came over me and I just don’t have words to explain. We laid back on the bed for like 20mins before she got up from the bed to go clean herself up in the bathroom. She got dressed and was ready to leave. We exchanged another hot kiss before she detached from the kiss and left. She asked me not to bother seeing her off. She promised to call when she reached her friend’s place. Thus was how Cynthia and I almost hospitalized ourselves with hardcore s*x almost every week. Well, speaking of being hospitalized, I actually was…and that led me to meet Ini, a Calabar girl form the super market. She served as a sandwich besides Cynthia’s tireless s*x ethic. Up Next: Ini, Cynthia and the Sick Femi. My adventure with Cynthia landed me in trouble. Too much of s*x without taking adequate care of the body made me seriously sick: dizziness, loss of blood, tiredness and the likes. I got to work that morning looking terrible. I was just tired and clueless. I tried as much as possible to hide it but I failed. My boss noticed my sluggishness and rather uncharacteristical sloppiness: Oga: Femi are you alright today? Me: Yes sir, I am fine. Oga: No, you’re not! You look terrible and sloppy. Is anything the matter? Me: Not really sir. I just feel so weak. Oga: Why didn’t you inform me before coming today? The last thing I need on this floor is sloppiness. We’ve a whole lot to do today. After some silence and pressing his phone, he gave me his card and ordered me to go to a clinic he registered at. He also gave me the number of the nurse (Deola. Hmmmm. There is more to her guys. I’ll talk about her later on) whom I am to meet. After this, he handed his ATM Card to me and ordered me to withdraw 50k for him. There are 2 GTBank ATMs on ground floor. I took a lift down stairs, withdrew the money and handed it back to him. He removed 20k out of it and gave me 30k and said, Oga: Femi, I am laying you off for 2wks. Go, treat yourself and rest. I thanked him endlessly when I received the order. I cleaned up my desk and set for the clinic. I arrived at Sanusi Fafunwa, Victoria Island. I called Nurse Deola’s number and introduced myself: Me: Hello, Good Morning. Nurse: Good morning. How may I help you? Me: Mr. Toye gave me this number. He said I should come see you and …. Nurse: Oh yes! From MTN right? Me: Yes ma. Nurse: Ok. He called me not long ago. Where are you sir? Me: At the reception. Nurse: Ok. I’ll be with you shortly. I located a seat at one corner of the clinic. Soon, a tall, clean and beautiful nurse came out in her full regalia, with her phone glued to her ear apparently trying to call me. Soon my phone started ringing. I answered it to be sure that she was the one I’ve come to see. She asked again where I was. When the movement of her lips corresponded with the words I heard on phone, I knew she was the nurse I’ve come to see. I ended the call and walked up to her. When she saw me coming, she gestured towards me, asking if I am the one she called. I smiled and nodded. She extended her hand towards me, we shook hands and then, led me into her office. I explained how I felt and everything. I need to say here that Deola is a very professional nurse; she know her onus and profession so well. All along while asking me questions, she never looked into my eyes; she was just writing and writing. When she was done asking and writing, she handed me a note wherein she wrote the names of the drugs I need to buy with an encouraging tone: Deola: Please follow this prescription religiously. It aide your speedy recovery. Besides, Mr. Toye has instructed me to keep an eye on you. So, henceforth, I will be calling you once in a while to ask how you’re doing. Is that ok? Me: Yes ma’m. It’s ok. Deola: Call me Deola, please. Me: Ok. Anything else? Deola: No sir. You may go now, expect my call anytime, anyday. I left her office quickly cos my eyes were already dizzy. Besides, my bones were very weak. I stopped a taxi which took me home. I called Cynthia’s number to inform her of my status. She started crying over the phone. I calmed her down and explained to her all I needed was rest, and nothing serious. She promised to come see me right away. I ended the call and call my friends in the office, informing them of my 2wks sick leave. They empathized with and promised to come see me over the weekend. I paid the driver and headed straight to the super market beside my house. Ini was on hand to attend to me. She was a little surprised to see me come home that early, Ini: Oga Femi (that’s how she address me), what happened? You’re early today. Me: Yes, I am. I’m too weak. My boos asked me to come back home. I’ve been given 2wks to recuperate. Please give me 2pks of 1ltr of Lucozade Boost. She handed them over to me. I paid her and left for my house. I went straight into the bathroom, had a shower and drank 2 cups of the Lucozade Boost. I left my door closed but not locked so that when Cynthia arrives, I won’t bother getting up to come unlock the door for her. I laid on my chair for to sleep when my phone rang. My boss was calling, Oga: Femi how are you now? Deola called me that you’ve left her and that she had given you the list of drugs to buy. Me: Yes sir. Oga: Ok. Make sure you adhere to the prescription. I need you back here in 2wks. Ok? Me: Ok sir. Oga: Pele (sorry). May God heal you. My boss prayed for me before he ended the call. Well, I hope I told you guys he is a pastor. Soon, Cynthia came rushing inside. Hanging on her shoulder was a heavy black handbag. Little by little, she began emptying the bag. Then I saw a bottle of herbal medicine. She claimed her mother gave it to her. Hmmmmm… To Be Continued…

“I was diagnosed of Blood Deficiency Anaemia”, I told Cynthia. “Ah! I thought it would be malaria oo cos this Lekki is in league with mosquitoes. Ok, no problem. I’ll this back and bring you blood replenishing medicine. Is that ok?” She asked. I nodded in compliance with her view. She rushed into the kitchen to warm the food she had brought along and urged me to eat. I did eat the meal and felt like sleeping when she said, Cynthia: Femi, let me quickly go and bring the medicine. I’ll be back soon. Just relax ok? Me: Ok. How much should I give you for it? My boss gave me some… Cynthia: I don’t want money. All I’m after is your recovery. And when you’re fully recovered, you can reward me with the full fury of your arsenal. (She laughed). This girl no well ooo. She contributed immensely to my present state, and here she is saying her reward is another round of s*x? Abeg park well. I pretended to consent to her deal by smiling. She left my house for her’s to go bring the medicine she talked about. As I readjusted myself to sleep, power came. So instead of sleeping, I resorted to Video Game, while I await Cynthia’s supposed medicine. Seriously this was a win-win for me: I’ve got money that I’m not going to spend and a girl who is more than willing to spend her money and, as an incentive, herself on me. I thanked my luck as I played the game. Around 1pm, I heard a knock on my door. Me: Who is there? Ini: Oga Femi, it’s me, Ini. Me: Come inside. Ini, the girl from the super market, came to visit me. She had asked for my apartment from our gate man. She claimed she was on her break (1pm-3pm daily), so she decided to come check on me. Me: That’s a nice thought from you Ini. Thanks. Ini: You’re welcome sir. How are you feeling now? Me: I’m getting better jare. A friend of mine just left to go get me the medicine I needed. Ini: Ok. What’s the cause actually? Me: Blood deficiency anaemia ooo. Mosquitoes wan finish me. Ini: (Laughed) Sorry sir. The mosquitoes here suck blood with a drinking straw o. If you allow them, they’ll finish you in 2hrs… We both reeled with laughter, especially when she said the mosquitoes suck blood with straw. She asked if she could do anything for me and I said no; that everything is being taken care of by my friend. When I noticed she wasn’t gonna leave soon, I stopped the Video Game and changed the channel to African Magic. She adjusted herself on the chair and relaxed, as if that was all she wanted. When I noticed the relaxation, I excused myself and went inside for a nap. I instructed her to call me whenever she’s leaving. She nodded and smiled. About an hour later, Cynthia returned. She stood still at the door and called my name, apparently because she met Ini inside. At this time, Ini had stood up from the chair looking rather confused because of the expressions on Cynthia’s face. Cynthia: Femi who is this? Me: Hey, you’re back early. What… Cynthia: Answer my question! Ini: My name is Ini. I came to check on Oga Femi. I work at the super market close by. Me: Yes. And why are you this furious? She said nothing; instead, she went into the kitchen. Ini took the plot to excuse herself and left…without saying anything. See wahala: Cynthia I can’t understand; Ini run after, else Cynthia will be mad. I left both of them and went back inside the room. She brought an Eva bottle of Ugwu mixture and 3 Cans of Peak Milk. She poured some into a cup and brought it inside the room. I rejected it and looked the other way. I wasn’t impressed by her reaction earlier. I leave you guys to judge whether Ini’s presence justified Cynthia’s action earlier. I leave you to determine who/what is right and what is not. You saw someone for the first time and you thus react? She embarrassed me in the presence of Ini, and I believe Ini is embarrassed too; that’s why she left without saying a word. Anyways, when she wan take beg finish me, I collected the mixture from her and did drink. She said I should drink it every morning before any tangible meal. Me: Yes ma! Cynthia: Femi stop this yes ma now. I said I’m sorry. I am only human. After about 40mins later, she said she wanna leave. She also took the opportunity to tell me that she will be traveling to Enugu for a burial. One of her friend’s father passed away. She said it will take her 3-4 days before coming back to Lagos. Had she not accepted and contributed to the cause, she would have cancelled the trip. She had already consented and preparations were rife before she heard of my sickness. I assured her that I will be fine, Me: I am a big boy Cynthia. I’ll take care of myself. Cynthia: Please Femi, I am sorry about what happened earlier ok? Forgive me please. Me: It’s alright. No problem. Cynthia: Are you sure? Oya, prove it Femi.. She touched my Joystick which gave her no response. For my mind I was like, “Chai! If na before ehn, this soldier for answer to the touch ooo.” I assured her all was fine. She left and I slept. To Be Continued…

I slept for more than 2hrs and I felt a little better. My boss called me again later in the day to check on me. I told him my health has improved, much to his delight. When he asked if the money he gave me was enough to buy all the drugs Nurse Deola prescribed, as a sharp guy, I lied, Me: Sir, drugs are very expensive these days oo. Besides, I think Deola was wrong to have prescribed expensive drugs for me. She would have given me the less expensive ones so that… Oga: Are you a pharmacist? Me: No sir! Oga: If you’re not, will you allow those who are do their job? How much more will you need to buy all the drugs? Me: I would need close to #10,000 more sir. Oga: Ok. Send me your account number. The next time I call, I wanna hear of an improvement, first in your voice cos you still sound very sick. Me: Ok sir. I’ll try. He hung the call and I quickly sent him my a/c no via BBM. 15mins later, my phone beeped. I received an email saying that #20,000 has been deposited into my account. Chai! I don hammer. Lol. I called my boss to thank him but he didn’t answer it. Few seconds later, I received a message which says, “Don’t bother to call. I’m in a briefing. Take care of yourself.” I sat down to watch a movie when I remembered what had happened earlier between Cynthia, Ini and myself. I realised I need to apologise to Ini. I went inside, took like 3k with me and headed straight to the super market. When Ini saw me, her facial expression changed from a happy one to an angry one. I approached her desk, tried to make a conversation but she went all too official on me, Me: Ini how are you? Ini: Good evening sir. How may I help you? Me: Are you still angry about what happened? Ini: I’m afraid we don’t have the item you’re talking about sir. Can you please check the catalogue again sir? She handed the catalogue to me and made a sign which I couldn’t decode. When I sensed her restlessness, I turned around and there, standing and looking keenly was the owner of the supermarket: a middle-aged woman in her fifties, looking too serious and, as I figured out, angry. I quickly adjusted to the situation at hand and changed my tone, Me: Yes. Give me a dozen of Peak Milk please and a Big Pack of Golden Morn. She brought the item, packed it and gave them to me. When I took a quick glance at her boss and noticed she was nowhere on sight, I turned to Ini to apologise, Me: I’m sorry Ini. Forgive me. She said nothing. Instead, she gave me my bill and a sheet of paper wherein she said, “Please don’t stay too long. I will come see you when I close.” As sharp guy, I throway face. I paid for the goods, collect my balance and left. True to her words, around 8:30pm when she closed for the day, she came knocking on my door. Me: Who’s there? Ini: It’s me Ini. I opened the door and she came inside. She sat down without waiting for an invitation, Ini: Who was that girl I met earlier? Me: Oh, she was the friend I told you about. Ini: Hmmmm. Oga Femi, I think she’s more than friend ooo cos an ordinary ‘friend’ will not react like that. Me: (Reluctantly) Well, you’re right. She’s more than a friend but not my girlfriend. Ini: What are you saying? I don’t understand. Me: Well, you see, it’s rather complicated. Can we talk about something else please? Ini: Ok ooo. Sorry about how I reacted when you came to the shop. My madam don’t like seeing us getting too personal with customers. I am sorry. Me: Don’t worry. I understand. Hope you’re no more angry? Ini: Angry ke? I’m not oo. How are you now? Hope you’re getting better? Me: Yes I am. Thank you. I sought for ways to make Ini feel comfortable and happy but I found none. Then, I remembered that I’ve got no soup at home. Should I ask her to cook for me? Will she agree? Well, there is no harm in trying now. So, I asked… Me: Ini, I need a favour from you; a very big one at that. Ini: What kind of favour sir? Me: You said your break is around 1pm-3pm daily right? Ini: Yes. What’s the matter? Me: See I have got no soup at home. So, I was wondering if you can help me cook one during your break tomorrow…if truly you’re no more angry with me. She looked at for a while with her mouth wide opened. Then she spoke, Ini: Hmmmm. Cook? If that your friend come again, won’t she ask you how the soup came about? Me: Leave that to me. I will handle that. I can cook too now. It is just that, for now, I don’t wanna expose myself to too much heat. Ini: Yea, you’re right. Ok, I’ll cook it. But will 2hrs be enough to do the buying of stuffs and the cooking? Me: Don’t worry. Just start it. When your 2hrs is up, you can leave. I’ll monitor the rest. Ini: Ok oo. When do you want it? Me: Tomorrow of course. Ini: Alright. Tomorrow then. Let me start going. See you tomorrow. Me: Yes tomorrow. Thank you so much. Ini: You’re welcome. I opened my arms for a hug which, surprisingly, she rushed into it. Hmmmm. Talk about what guys can do to get whatever they want! *sighs* To Be Continued…

Guys, there are things I always do when hugging a woman. Once we are close, with my chest touching her Bosom, I will press her against mine and stroking her hair softly with my fingers. Then, I’ll let my fingers run through her ear, down to her cheek and her arms down to her waist! Did I hear you sing Iyanya’s song, All I Want is Your Waist? Lol. That’s my game felas and, well, not for pride or something, I am yet to meet a woman who can resist such move. Thus was how I captivated Ini’s mind. I made sure my nose was close to ears and lips, close to neck. I feigned a heavy breathing and then, touched her neck with the tip of my lips. She held on to my shirt and won’t let go until I broke off the hug. Then I whispered, “See you tomorrow.” While she turned around to go, I held her hand and kissed the back of her hand! One step too many right? That’s my style. I love making my intentions clear and direct. Willingly, she returned to me and hugged me herself, again. This time, she did the whispering, “See you tomorrow. Sleep well.” Let me explain something guys. With almost a decade in this game, and with over 15 girls (and still counting), I can’t remember wooing a girl directly, except Mary, my first girl. All I do is come in contact with them, develop a open-Pour-friendly attitude, flatter them with beautiful words like poems (I’ve written well over 40 Love Poems) and let the rest unfold. That simple? Not really! I tried to present myself in the most brilliant way: I dress smart, I speak well, and above all, I don’t trip for any girl; it is always the other way round. My greatest trick is to make them feel comfortable, safe and secure with me. That’s the most important thing any lady will look out for in a relationship. They want assurance if they are secured with you (security here means no other girls around, available when needed, satisfaction when desired, a shoulder to cry on when in pain, and a brain box when in need of ideas). I tried to fulfill all of these as best as I can…but not perfect. I sat on my chair to savour the next meal on the menu: Ini. “I hope she understood my intent”, I querried my judgment. Anyways, make tomorrow comw now. It has been more than 3hrs since Cynthia left my house with no calls. I dialed her number, not available. Bad network I assumed. I turned to my TV to relax with WWE instead, with the hope that Cynthia will call me when the netwrok is better. About 10mins later, my phone started ranging. A number I don’t have as contact was calling, Me: Hello? Caller: Hello? Is this Mr. Femi? Me: Yes it is. Who am I speaking with? Caller: This is Nurse Deola. I just called to check on you. Me: Wow! I appreciate your call… but this is not the number you used earlier today. Deola: Yes. This is my private line. The one I used earlier is what I give to my clients for official use only. Me: Oh! That’s cool. Thanks. Deola: You’re welcome. How are you feeling now? Hope you were able to secure the drugs I prescribed? Me: Errmmm….yeah! I got some but not all. Deola: Would you mind if I help you get them and bring it to you? Me: Ha? Nooooo. I’ll get them myself ma. You need not bother. Deola: I told you to stop this ‘ma- ish.’ Call me Deola please. Me: Ok Deola. Don’t bother, I’ll get them. Deola: Ok, if you insist. Where do you leave by the way? Me: I stay in Lekki, Ikate area. Deola: Wow. That’s cool. My house is opposite Jakande Estate. Can I come check on you over the weekend then if you’ll be around? Me: (Reluctantly) Well, that will be nice of you if you come. Deola: Ok. I’ll stop by your house when I’m on my way back from a wedding at Federal Palace Hotel. Is that alright? Me: Yes, it is. I really appreciate your kindness … De.. De… Deola: Funny you. Deola please. I’ve got to go now. I’ll call you tomorrow again ok? Stay safe. Me: Ok. Goodnight. Call ends. Please don’t imagine my condition. I knew I was in one big trouble. It was an experience that really opened my eyes and taught more craftiness and, sadly, punishment. Around 10:23pm, Cynthia called eventually. And like I rightly guessed, network forbad her from calling and receiving. She asked about my health and if I have eaten anything. I assured her that all was fine. She told she had booked for a night journey along with 3 of her friends and asked if she could come very early tomorrow morning to see me, Me: Why bother? Just do your thing Cynthia. I’ll be just fine ok? Cynthia: Hmmmm! Femi? Are you sure? Me: Yes I am. Do you have enough for your transport and comfort? Cynthia: I have more than enough Femi. I’ll be fine. Me: Ok. Let me go to bed then. Cynthia: Yes please. I’ll call you tomorrow morning, afternoon and at the park in the evening. Me: Ok. Goodnight. Cynthia: Goodnight. Call ends. Quickly, I sent Ini a text message which simply says, “I can’t wait for tomorrow. Good night dove.” She replied my message in an instant, “Me too. Goodnight Oga Femi.” #A-Fatal-Four-Way-Match To Be Continued…

Let me tell you guys a little about Deola. Deola is one woman that really fascinates my fantasy, an uncommon woman actually. She was just 22yrs old when we met. She did all her schooling abroad, Birmingham, England to be precise. She’s got the British accent to show for it. Her holidays however has always been in Nigeria. Her dad worked with Chevron Limited and her mother was a lecturer at Bowen University ,Iwo. She was well trained, focused and committed to her job. She’s got a car of her own and lives in a 3 Bedroom Flat alone in one of the estates opposite Jakande Estate, Lekki. According to her, she hasn’t meet a real man to settle down with. I no blame am. Unfortunately, most 9ja guys are always after a successful lady’s purse. Besides, I thought she was still very young to have contemplated on marriage at that tender age of 22 for we 9ja. Her mum was always on her neck to go find a man and bring him home so that they can endorse and perform a marriage rite for her (say wetin happen? 22yrs? Abegi). She never really liked her mum because she nags too much; her dad was her best friend and companion. She won’t do a thing or go anywhere without informing her dad first. Such a bond! Because of her frequent visit to Nigeria during her schooling days, Deola was able to understand her mother’s tongue so fluently that one would thought she grew up in 9ja. She speaks the language anytime she wanna talk to her dad or call her mum, if need be. She is just down to earth and simple. The western life has shaped her philosophy so much that I envy her simplicity and honesty. She is just a wonderful woman: sweet, simple, saucy! Enough of the advert on Deola abeg. More about her later on. Cynthia called me as she promised, as early as 5am. She asked about my health and I told her everything is going as it should. She promised to call back around 3 in the afternoon. A little here a little there and the call was over. I went back to sleep and got up around 8am. Well, my phone actually woke me up. Ini was calling, Ini: Good morning Oga Femi. Me: Hey you. Morning. Ini: Did I wake you? Me: Sure you did. How are you? Ini: I’m fine sir. And how are you too? Me: I’m good. Are you at shop already? Ini: Yes sir. I resume 8am. Me: Ok. That’s cool. I hope you haven’t forgotten our deal? Ini: No sir. In fact, that’s why I called. Can I come and collect the money for the soup before my madam arrives? Me: Sure you can. Thanks. Ini: Ok. I’ll be there soon. Call ended. I got up from bed pretty fast, brushed my teeth cos I don’t want my breath smelling awful. I counted 5k from my wallet and left for the sitting room. She arrived as promised witha knock on the door. This time, I did not even bother to ask who it was. I just opened the door and there she was, smelling good, looking radiant and sparkling. A reminiscent of what had happened yesterday flashed my mind. I opened up my arms again, and this, like she had been expecting me to do that, rushed into it again. I held her so close and more tightly than yesterday’s. She held on to my shirt again in full consent to whatever I feel like doing to her. Me: Thanks for helping me Ini. Ini: You’re welcome sir. Do you have the money here? I need to go back quickly. Me: Oh yes. Here it is. I handed the 5k to her and asked her if it will do the cooking. She counted it and asked, Ini: All these for soup you are going to eat alone? Or are you expecting that your ‘friend’ today? I sensed a jealous tone there woman. I laughed and replied, Me: Is it too small or too much Ini? Ini: Noooo. It will be ok. Let me get back sir. I’ll see you by 1pm. Me: Please do. I drew her closer, hugged her and whisphered, “Have a nice day.” She hurriedly left my house and I shut the door behind her. “Why are women so jealous of themselves?”, I asked myself as I made my way back into my room. “Well, she will be in better position to answer that when she comes back”, I concluded. Experience has taught me that women comes in various shapes, sizes, likes, dislikes, taste, needs, emotional display, passion and intellect. 1. Some will love you for who you are; not because of what you are/have: your status, where you work, how much you earn, your asset and so on. They just want a companion, a guy they can relate with, share their feelings with and the likes. They want you for themselves alone, not willing to share you with anyone. 2. Others are what we guys made them to become. Believe me, girls are like paintings: they are what we want to see. If you lavish a woman with money, be prepared to sustain her with that money or else, she would walk away! This type of girls are only concerned about what is in store for them. They are into relationship for what they can get! Yea, I’m no marriage counsellor but hey, I’ve seen enough. And I tell you, we’ve the second category in abundance out there today! I only had an experience with one of them, Janet (More about her much later). *sighs* As I laid me down on the bed that morning, I kept thinking about the kind of ring I threw myself into. Cynthia – Yes! There is something going on. Ini – It doesn’t look like it yet, but it can. Deola – Femi, you sure say this Britiko go open leg for you? When I couldn’t think straight any longer, and with my present health condition, I resigned to fate. Let me allow things fall into place by themselves. *Qui cera cera: What will be, will be. I prepared Golden Morn that morning to fill up my empty stomach, at least until Ini comes to cook. I took my bath and resorted to Video Games, having cleaned up everywhere that day. I was into the game when I received a text message from Deola, “Hello Mr. How are you this morning? Just checking on you. Please take your drugs o. Have a nice day.” “This is girl is only trying to be professional now Femi”, I said to myself. At that momemt, every momentum of anything happening between us diminished. I started seeing her as just a friend, a good friend that can be trusted (*coughs* that’s all). I replied her by simply saying, “Thanks. You too.” Instead of wasting time over what may not be, I began to fantasize on the prospect of yanshing Ini. The myth of how good and monstrous Calabar Girls are on bed fueled my fantasy. The opportunity of really finding out by myself gave me joy. I just kept checking my wall clock every minute and wished I could just turn the hand of the clock. But wait oo, we are still at the preliminaries now. I never tell this girl anything about loving her, and she hasn’t too. The only thing we exchanged was a mutual seductive hugs. Could that be the key to unlocking her world? Time will tell. Guys you know the feeling of trying to wait for someone now. The clock no gree move ooo. In fact, it was as if hold-up dey inside the clock. I felt the need to call Ini but something restrained me: I don’t wanna look as if I am drooling over her joor. I’ll appear weak and desperate. The only way to pass this test is to switch off my phone. So I did. I lost myself into the games only. When computer wan finish my life with their ojoro, I switched off the game and in stead, continued my all time numero uno classical seasonal film: 24. Thank God I made this choice cos it really took all of me into it. Only a film built on so much suspense can do that. In a flash, my eyes travelled across the wall clock’s position: 12:49pm! Quickly I switched on my phone, paused the movie and sat up. I received up to 15 messages immediately I put on my phone. Alas! All the messages where from Ini: 3 text messages, 12 Please Call Me(s). Chai! See wahala. Message 1. “Oga Femi, my madam has left the shop. Should I go to the market now?” Message 2. “Oga Femi, I have been calling your line since 10 O’clock. I am on my way to the market.” Message 3. “Na wah for you oo. I am back from the market. I will come by 1pm as promised.” See my life! I can’t imagine what she might have gone through because she was trying to help me. I thought of how to appease her for all she had gone through. I replied her messages by saying, “You’re an angel darling, a God- sent damsel; sweet and caring. Sorry I didn’t respond quickly. I’ll be waiting for you.” I think Ini’s best companion is her phone. She replied instantly by saying, “Ok ooo. I thought you were angry with me. I’ll see you soon.” There were two more girls in the supermarket aside Ini. By virtue of who was first employed, Ini enjoys some priviledges more than the rest of the girls. She could decide to stay longer than her usual 2hrs break as long as her boss is not around. All she need do is tease and scope the other girls who cannot but submit to her. She earns a lot of respect because people trusted her. She is faithful with money and very honest. She is the only female attendant in the supermarket who had the priviledge of going to her madam’s house in Ikeja whenever she needed to pick something at home. According to Ini’s confession, her attractiveness almost made her madam’s husband sef wan press button ooo. He tried on many occasions to ripe her cloths off her body. She was saved that day because she was very close to the door. Hmmmm! This life sha? Wetin me never chop, somebody wan take am by force? Tufiakwa! A knock on my around 1pm suggested that Ini is finally around. I walked majestically to the door and opened up. I welcomed Ini with a smile and felt like kissing her already. Too early right? Yes, too early. I couldn’t hug her too because of what she was carrying. I flunged the door open for her and she made her way straight into the kitchen to begin the cooking. By the look of things, she is time restrained. She’s got 2hrs to do all the cooking. I joined her in the kitchen to see if I could be of her while she cook and yes, I was useful in my own little way. I washed the pots, rinsed the meat and fish she bought, salt the fish and plucked the vegetables. I try now abi? She looked at me and said weldone. To Be Continued…

When the heat from the pots became intense, I couldn’t stand it. When Ini noticed my inconvenience, she urged me to leave the kitchen that she will handle the cooking alone. So, I left. I went back to watching my film in the sitting room. Soon enough, Ini joined me and sat close to me on the chair. She rested her head on my shoulder! How do you interpret that guys? Trust your boy, I wrapped my arm around her waist and drew her more closer to me, with one side of her Bosom touching my body. I began to move my hand softly and gently up and down her back in a crazy synch of motion that no woman can resist. Silently she asked me, Ini: When is your friend coming again? Me: Which friend is that sweety? Ini: Your friend that almost slapped me when I first came here. Me: Haba? Ini? Are you still over that? Well, she travelled to Enugu for a burial. Ini: Hmmmm! No wonder you feel so relaxed. Me I no want trouble o. Me: There will be no trouble my lady. You’re safe. Ini: Safe? Ok ooo, if you say so. This little conversation erazed all doubt in my mind about Ini’s affection for me. I boldly moved my hand up to her hair and began to stroke it. She closed her eyes and rested all her two full Bosom on my body. I kissed her forehead with such a deft touch of succulence. She opened her eyes and looked straight into mine. Like a premeditated symphony and sync, we glued our lips together! My world! Ini’s lips was so cold, fresh and sweet. It was as if I never kissed before. Her tongued rolled into mine and my teeth held on to it. I have tried to trained my hands from being wayward anytime I am kissing but it never listened. I can’t explain how my hands found a path up to Ini’s bossom: hard, firm, big and fair. I unbuttoned her shirt and brought one of the Bosom out. Jess! The Tip was so dark and pointing. I sucked the hell out of the Bosom with my hand squeezing the other Bosom while we kissed. Gently and cynically, I laid her on the chair and I began to explore all her goodies. I raised her a skirt a little and the sight of her fresh and neat laps almost suffocated me. By this time, her two breats were all in the opened, looking so menacing at me as if they were challenging me for a fight. I unbottoned her shirt and toyed with her belly- burton. Cynthia had touched my Joystick a day before with no reponse. But what is going presently resurrected all the nerves and muscles and the blood veins on my Joystick. It became so hard that it began a campaign for freedom off my trousers. I climbed on top of Ini with my Joystick fully pressed against her V. I began a soft movement below my abdomen to send a signal that the machine is ready for use. We were in this hot romance when the smell of a burning soup arrested our attention. Ini: Oga Femi, the soup… Me: Ooh, the soup… She jumped up and ran towards the kitchen braless. I took the time to remove my top and trouser and was left with a singlet and boxer. After about 10mins in the kitchen, she called out and asked, Ini: Na rice make I cook or make I make semo? Me: Ini, do what is best for us. But quickly, come back to daddy. Ini: Hahaha. Oga Femi? Which daddy be that o? Me: Come and see… Addtitional 7mins in the kitchen, she came back… and we resumed the act. Me: You are beautiful Ini. Ini: Thank you sir. You are handsome too. Me: I love you. Ini: Ha? What about your friend? What if she finds out? Me: She will never find out Ini, trust me. Ini: I dey fear ooo Oga Femi. Me: Don’t be afraid. You’re safe with me. And please, stop this Oga Femi chorus. Call me Femi. Ini: Ok sir. Me: I said I love you. Ini: I love you too. The kissing became more intense and deeper. She removed my singlet and started playing with my Tips too. Mehn! That feeling almost made me go crazy. It was until then I know that there is a sensual feeling in a guy’s Tip. I was about to remove her skirt when she said, Ini: Not yet Oga Femi. You’re still recovering you know. Me: I am fine Ini. I’m ok now. Ini: No, you’re not. You need another week to be ok. Me: No, I said I am fine. (At this time, Ini was already standing) Ini: I don’t want to delay your recovery. If you do anything now you will become so weak and I am afraid. Don’t worry now, we will do it some other time when you’re fine. Me: Don’t do this to me Ini. I couldn’t have an Attention yesterday but today, see for yourself. I am ready to go. She looked at me, particularly at my Joystick, for a while and sighed. She walked to me, held my Joystick and said, Ini: I know you have an Attention, but how long will it last? I wan you when you are strong. I don’t want a half man. Jezz! That word sank into my head. And as if my my Joystick was listening, the thing went on a forced strike. Me half man? Wow. She noticed the disappointed on my face and said, Ini: I want you too as badly as you want me. I just can’t let it happen now. You’re trying to recover remember? When you’re fully fit, you can do anything you want. Ok? I felt disappointed. I was clearly in the mood for action that period. I already imagined my Joystick penetrating in and out of her p***y. “She denied me, Ini denied me”, I screamed inside. That will be the first time though that I will have a no show when I was already prepped for it. She got dressed up and left for the kitchen. I became so bitter and angry. The aroma of what she was cooking became offensive to me. I got dressed and went downstairs to hide my anger from her. When it was 15mins before 3pm, I went back inside, at least by now she would have been getting ready to leave. I met her standing close to the chair trying to call my phone which I left upstairs in my room. She noticed the chnage in my utterances and mood. I sat down to continued the movie I was watching. She came close to me, knelt down and said, Ini: Oga Femi, I know you’re not happy because of what I said. It is for your good o. You are supposed to be relaxing and resting, not involving yourself in s*x which will take some strength off you again. It is my joy to always see you hale and hearty. Don’t worry, I promise we will do it next week. Please understand me. In all fairness Ini don try. At least she had promised to have it with me. All I need do is get back to my devastating best. I lifted her up and made her sat close to me. With a dominat tone of a man not willing to show any weakness, I said, Me: I understand you Ini. It’s just that when I am ready, I hate to be put off like that. You annoyed me by calling me a half-man and I…. Ini: Ha? Oga Femi? I didn’t call you half man ooo. What I meant was that I don’t want you weak, I want the full you. Me: Ok. I’ve heard you. What then can I do to get back to my normal self? Ini: Simple. Eat, sleep, rest; eat, sleep and rest and then, take your drugs,… that’s all. Me: Ok. Is the food ready now? Ini: Yes. I thought we would be able to eat together so I can feed you. But now, it’s almost 3pm. I’ve got to go. Me: Don’t worry, I will help myself. Ini: Ok. I will check on you again when I close ok? Me: Ok. Thank you Ini…and I’m sorry. Ini: (She drew me close to her and kissed me passionately) Don’t be sorry my love, I should be sorry. See you later ok? Me: Ok. She left hurriedly to her shop. I went inside the kitchen to see what Ini has been up to. When I opened the pot, the aroma I once detested became to endeared to me. She cooked a vegetable (ugwu) soup with lots of egusi. The fish and the meat called for my attention as to who should go first. A cooler was placed on the cabinet inside the kitchen. When I opened it, I saw a big wrap of yellow garri neatly packed. Suddenly I became famished and hungry. But first, I need to taste the soup this girl cooked make I take check whether she sabi cook or not. Felas, I wasn’t disappointed. Ini is got all the qualities of a wife materia, kitchen-wise though. She’s yet to pass the test of being sexually capable to handle my attack- minded arsenal. *I’ll complete this episode when I’m done. I’ve got to do something quickly. To Be Continued…

I helped myself with a wrap of garri that afternoon. Mehn! Calabar girls sabi cook o. At least, I’ve seen for myself what they are capable of kitchen-wise. Yet to be tested or experienced is the real deal; something coined as ‘Bedmatics’. Without fear or favour, with all sincerity and fairness, if you are a Calabar girl and you’re reading this, just begin clap for yourself. As you will find out later guys, Calabar Girls, for me, are the most complete, decent, loving and unapologetically beautiful gender there is in the world! Howbeit, not all of them oo. Una know una self. I took a cup of the mixture Cynthia brought and that was all. My oga give me money to buy drugs, I no gree buy. I go hear am. The food got the better side of me that afternoon and after all had been done, I went to bed for a quick nap…until Ini comes back as promised. On my way to the room, Cynthia called as promised. We exchanged pleasantries and all. She asked about my health which I told was improving. She took the time to tell me her plans and how she’s gonna move along with her friends. I advised her to be careful bacause, seriously, I don’t like night travels. Aside the possible mishaps: accident, robbery and all, the quickie that most guys have inside night travel bus puts me off. Get a room felas! While I talked with Cynthia on the phone, a part of me was sensing a shift of attention and affection from her. What could be wrong? It’s like my heart belonged somewhere else, far far away from Cynthia. Abi na because of the prospect of yanshing Ini dey make act like this? Una understand the feeling abi? Good. I rushed her off the phone by claiming I wanted to sleep. She wished me well and promised to call back in the evening at the park before they move. Cynthia: Ok Femi. I go miss you oo. Just take care of yourself for me please. Me: I’ll try to. Just be careful ok? Travel well. Cynthia: I will. What should I get for you when coming back? Well, there is only one way to answer this question. Guys, whenever a woman ask you this question, give her my type of answer, Me: Anything you think I am worth in your eyes and in your life! Such an answer can make a woman give you her eyes. Lol. I went to bed around 3:40pm. Before I slept off, I set the alarm on my phone to 6:45pm. My sleep was aided by my never-tired standing fan. It blew all my stress away and blew into me freshness, smile and a hope of a fresh p***y due for submission at most, next week. I slept that afternoon very happy, filled up and in a good mood. I also sensed that my health was speedily recovering. Make e quick ooo because I wan break record. That next week wey Ini talk na for herself ooo. Anything can happen before next week abeg. Fast forward… My alarm performed the task I gave it. 6:45pm, my phone woke me up. I got up from bed reluctantly cos I was a bit heavy. I washed my face and drank a cup of Lucozade Boost I had left in the fridge. “What should I do now?”, I asked myself. With no idea coming through, I went downstairs to psych and chat with our gateman. When he saw me coming, one could easily see that he had a million questions to ask me already. Do I need tell you which of the Geo-political zones our gateman came from? Your guess is as good as mine. I had hardly walked up to him when he started, Gateman: Mr. Femi, good evening sir. Me: Good evening Garfar. How are you? Garfar: Oga me I dey fine o. Oga you I no dey go work again? Me: Not really. I am on sick leave. Garfar: Eeyah! Kai, sorry Oga. Me I no know o. Me: It’s all right. I’m getting better now. Thanks. Garfar: Ok oga. Ehen Oga, kai, me I wan ask you something o. Me: Garfar, wetin be that? Garfar: Mr. Femi me I dey this girl Ini for our compound everyday. Oga, shey she be your wipe (wife)? Me: Garfar, Garfar! Why did you ask? Garfar: Me I just ask o Oga because me I like the girl, Allah. Me: Really? You don talk to her before? Garfar: Kai me I no fit Oga. The girl no dey gree talk to me. She go just say, Oga Femi say make I come and I go open gate for am. Me: Garfar, you want make I advise you? Garfar: Advise me Oga, advise me. Me: Leave that girl alone oo. She go chop all your money finish. The reason she dey come my place na because she dey help me clean my playhead with her cleaner anytime I need to use it. That word confused Garfar a little. Well, that’s my intention anyways, Me: I know you no understand. Just forget Ini ok? Go look for one small yarinya wey go manage your money for you o. Leave Ini alone ok? Garfar: Ok Oga. Wahali you don do well Oga. Thank you. We talked about other stuffs that I wouldn’t want to bore you with jare. When it was some minutes before 8pm, I excused myself and went back upstairs. I was climbing the stairs when Deola’s call came through, Deola: Hello Mr. Femi. Me: Hello Ms. Deola. How was work today? Deola: Nothing spectacular. Just the normal routine. How are you feeling?… Me: Well, you’ll be amazed. I am recovering pretty fast. Deola: Wow! Way to go sir. Was it the same drugs I prescribed? #Gbagaun! Oya lie now… Me: Errrmmm, …yea Deola: Don’t worry. I’ll bring some for you when I come to see you. Me: That’ll be nice of you. I appreciate it. Deola: You’re welcome. Good night sir. Me: Good night ma. We both laughed at the sir and ma stunt. She has warned me severally to stop the ma and I have done the same to stop her from using sir but since none of us is yeilding at the moment, aluta continua! Ini didn’t come until almost 8:30pm. She claimed her madam forced her into balancing the books of account that night. Normally such exercise was supposed to be on a weekend but since the madam will be travelling and won’t come back until Monday, she had no option but to play along. She threw herslf on the chair, looking so weak. I offered to get her a cup of Lucozade Boost but she rejected it. Ini: Do you still have some a wrap of eba left in that cooler? Me: Yea, sure. You want some? Ini: No, I want all! Me: Wetin me go come chop? Ini: You’ve got Golden Morn now. Eat that. Me: I don hear. She served herself the last wrap of eba in the cooler while I go prepare my Golden Morn. My eyes kept probing on her while she eat, looking for a soft spot of emotional weakness for a sharp entrance. To prove to her that I’m stronger, I began to do what was not necessary. I rearranged the chairs by lifting each of them up myself. She watched me with surprise as I do the most senseless and irrelevant work of my life that night. And all for what? A change of heart? Ini: Femi what are you doing? Me: I don’t like the arrangement of this chairs. They don’t look to fit in the way I wanted. Ini: And you think tonight is the best time to do that? Me: Well, I feel so strong. So I thought, why not now? Besides, I think I am ok. I can even resume work tomorrow. I am back to my normal self. Wow! She looked at me for a while and bursted into laughter, Ini: Hahahahahahahaha. Please I dey chop ooo. Ok, I don hear you. But please, can you leave the chairs alone tonight? Or at least for the time being? You can continue your work when I am gone ok? Hahahahahahaha…. That cynical mockery made me look so silly and foolish. I left the chairs alone and sat down, angry. She asked me some questions which I refused to answer. She continued the laugh again and suddenly, out of nowhere, I slapped her! That was how loud my imagination was guys! She kept on laughing and I said nothing. When she was done eating, she cleaned up, washed the plates and the ones I had used earlier and got set to leave. She called my name severally but I never answered her. She walked up me, touched my head, moved her hand round my back and said, Ini: Femi I am sorry. It’s just a joke now. Besides, you know you’re still recovering. Lifting those chairs would have taken a whole lot of energy from you now. You should be resting, not working. Me: Who told you I am not resting Ini. I said I am strong and back to my normal self. I wanted to prove that to you that’s why I lifted those chairs all by myself. Ini: Ok. Let’s assume you’re fully fit. Atleast give yourself a week to fully recover. Is that too much to ask from the man I love? Chai! See caging! She caged me with those words: “the man I loved.” My heart melted away. She drew me closer and cemented her lips with mine. Gosh! Apa mi jabo straight (I became weak and defenceless). I pulled her over and made her sit on my laps. Oh Ini was just too good a kisser. She removed her lips from mine and started kissing my ears, nose, eyes, neck…all passing electric feeling down my spine. Again, my wayward hand found its way in between her tighs and got a sniff of her pant. She held my hand and whispered, “Not yet Femi, not yet.” She continue the kissing with her hand policing my wayward hand from going further into the chocolate city. The kissing lasted about 20mins before she broke off and stood up, Ini: It’s past 9pm Femi. Let me start going. Me: Stay with me a little Ini, please. Ini: I wish to but I can’t. It’s getting late. Me: Ini, I am very strong now. I’m fully back to myself. If you doubt it just try me out tomorrow. You can stop it if you don’t feel convinced that I am fully fit. Please Ini, I am dying to have you. Ini: Femi I am scared. In fact, you know you are not supposed to be doing this. You should be resting. She was still speaking when, coincidentally, Channel O started playing Banky W’s, ‘Don’t Break My Heart’. Chai! What a perfect timing that was. I will never forget that moment. I looked straight into her eyes, went on my knees, and said, Me: That song is for us Ini. You’re the only one for me. Make me happy please. She couldn’t stand it when she saw me on my knees. She joined me there and held me tightly. Ini: I don’t know what to do anymore. I love you Femi. Me: Then let’s tie this love tomorrow. I’ll make you happy I promise. Ini: Hmmmm To Be Continued…

Talk about what a guy had to do just to get inbetween those legs. Una understand now, especially when your body is roaring to go and one Road Safety Officer wan come block your flow. Bros, if na slap or bribe or beg, just do something so that he can free you. The better option? Bribe him. Me: Ini, you can trust me. I understand my body better than anyone. You will be surprised eventually. Ini: What time tomorrow? Me: (Happy) You decide: we’ve got 1pm-3pm and then, anytime from 8pm. So, you choose. Ini: I’ll think about it. Me: Ok. And, just a suggestion o, since tomorrow is Friday, I was thinking you can tell your sister you’re going for a vigil. Or what do you think? Ini: And which church will that be? Me: The Charismatic Church of Femi, Ikate, Lekki. Programme starts immediately you step into the church. She laughed and laughed. I can’t help but join her in laughing. Abi now? That’s the best shot I’ve got. She is always in a hurry to go home cos her sister doesn’t tolerate lateness. Ini: Femi that will be difficult oo. I’ve never gone for any vigil before. So, telling my sister that I’m going for a vigil will sound strange to her. I doubt if she will allow me. Me: Tell her a friend invited you. I mean, just find a way to get out of the house sweety. We will have all the time in the world for ourselves. Please Ini, do this for me. Ini: Hmmmm. I’m not promising o, but I will try. Me: Yes! That’s all I’m asking for: trial. You’ll be surprised that she won’t object to it. Fridays are always vigils in most churches. Ini: If you say so oo. Can I go now? Me: Sure you can. I love you. Ini: I love you too Femi. Good night. I offered to see her off but she declined, claiming she doesn’t want me stressing myself. I thought Ini was very considerate and caring. I stayed back, but not without registering a kiss on her succulent lips. Eventually I let her go. She left almost 9:30pm, rushing down the stairs cos she knew her sister might be furious at her. Well, she’s got a leverage: her madam forced her to do account balancing. I was the happiest man on earth that evening: First – A new, fresh p***y’s deal has just been signed and sealed; only waiting for the delivery. Second – My plea paid off. Men, that was the first time I’ll go as far as beg for s*x. I thought I was crazy to have done that. But hey, if you are being motivated to yansh a Calabar Girl for the first time, with all the myth and hype about them, you sure will do more than I did. Third – An opportunity to resume my most loved duty: banging. It’s been more than 2 weeks I went down south with my machine. So, the euphoria of getting back to base was enough motivation. Fourth – Let see if Femi is truly and finally fit again. In fact, I read a book that s*x can aide speedy recovery from sickness. So, why not? With these options on the table, I can’t help it. I slept that night a happy man. While Ini was gone, I thought about how the next day will be. Where should I start from? How should I engage her? How can I stimulate her? I’ve seen how menacingly looking her Bosom are already and I can’t wait to get back to arresting them again. I was lost in this fantasy when a certain number called me. Me: Hello? Caller: Femi it’s me Cynthia. Sorry my phone is out. This is one of my friend’s number. How are you? Me: I am fine. Where are you? That place is noisy. Cynthia: Yea. We’re already on our way. I just wanna say hello. I’ll call you again when I’ve charged my battery. Me: Ok. Travel well. Cynthia: Thanks. Bye. Call ends. What a diversion! This girl don disturb my flow of thought now. Mtcheeww. Does anyone sense the paradigm shift from Cynthia to Ini is becoming more glaring? I can’t help it either. Well, Cynthia has tried. Moreover, she placed me where I am. Her uncensored s*x ethic wan finish my life. Why don’t I say no to her? Who is that man that can say no to a Unclad lady in front of him? Well, there might be couple of guys out there but definitely, I am not one of them. I am always weak at the sight of p***y. This is a new dawn The past a little gone A new Femi is born Blow the trumpet, sound the horn. Cupid has ravaged me My senses in chains What will be, will be I’ve grown beyond the pain. The new queen arrives With all her glorious subjects Her eminence so divine A sight of a glorious object. Ini is my new dove She is my beautiful rose On my head she hoves Together, a sparkling pose! I never used the word love on Cynthia before; no, not even ones. The same thing goes for her too. The only thing that binded us together was her p***y and my Joystick. We stole from each other if that is what you wanna say. I think she’s a friend with benefits, a freelancer who gave me free services. All these nonsense because of Ini’s p***y? Jezz! Are my a Arrow? As if Cynthia was there with me that night, I apologized to her. I shouldn’t have thought of those shits about Cynthia now. She has done more than anyone…atleast for now. There is a way God designed the human body so perfectly that even the most brilliant physician may find it mysterious to understand at times. You may diagnose an individual with a chronic disease this minute and the next minute, the disease is gone. It is a jaw-breaking experience which cannot but present God in His awe-inspiring nature. This explains the way I felt the next morning. As early as 4am, I was up. I did 20*5 press ups at intervals. I was just buzzing for life. Maybe because I’ve got a big day ahead or something. I put on my tracksuit and tennis for a road jug. Gosh! I can’t remember the last time I did it. With my earpiece plugged in, I decided to jug from Ikate to Maruwa But Stop and back. I wanted to go a little further but when I considered my possible friable state, I withdrew from such. The exercise took me an hour and half; and so by around 6:20, I came back home, looking sweaty and used out. I dashed straight into the bathroom and had a clean cold bath. Dang! I felt so alive and hearty. There remained a small proportion from the soup Ini cooked. So, I prepared some rice that morning for my breakfast. Today is gonna be a great day! That was the chorus I just singing to myself – in whatever tune it came, I just kept singing it. Ini must take today. Physically I looked terrific: in shape, lively, buzzing and eager. Emotionally though, I was a little preoccuied with what might and what might not happen. What if Ini changed her mind? What if her sister refused her leave? What if I disappoint her eventually? So many questions begin for answers. “Well, come what may, make she come first; from there we go see wetin go happen.” I resolved. I felt a little strange about Cynthia. She ought to have called by now but she hasn’t. I hope her trip went well? I dialed her number, switched off. Na wah ooo. Well, make nobody pour sand sand for my garri jare, I enthused. I have got a ‘once-in-life- time’ ordeal coming up, and I must be 100% ready – physically and emotionally – to deliver. I mustn’t disappoint Ini; first impression can either make or mar your relationship. I must be ready when she comes. 8am, Ini called me. At first, I was afraid to answer the call. Who knows the kind of news she’s gonna tell me? I have done more than enough to receive any disappointments that morning. The first call went unanswered. She called again, I didn’t answer it. I began to shake and sweat. Guys, na one kind funny feeling that morning ooo. She called again the third time and this time, I summoned courage to answer it, Ini: Hellooo? Na wah oo. Where you put your phone now? Me: Sorry, I was in the bathroom. Good morning. How far? Ini: Hmmmm. Oga Femi, tell me first, what are you going to do to me? Me: Do to you? I don’t understand. Did your sister say no? Ini: That’s not what I asked you o. What are you going to do to me if I come tonight? That question made more sense right? That means her sister had agreed to her request, abi? With a wicked baritone and a seductive register, I answered her, Me: I will enthrone you as the queen of my life. I will write my name in gold inside of you. I will make you feel more than a woman. With every vein carrying blood in me, I’ll make you feel heavenly! Ini: Hmmmm! Na wah ooo. Femi, you go kill person ooo. Anyways, na your hand I dey sha. My sister agreed to your plan. That means I’ll be coming tonight but, first, I’ll go home and come back. Is that ok with you? Me: Do all you wanna do baby. Just make sure you come back here when you’re done. Ini: Ok. What should I prepare for you tonight when I am coming? Me: That’s very thoughtful of you girl. Do whatever you think is good for Femi. Ini: Ok. I may not come this afternoon o cos my sister asked me to get somthing for her when coming home tonight. Me: Haba? Not even for 5mins? Ini: No now. I’m going to Balogun Market. With traffic and everything, I may not have time to come again before my break expires. Me: Hmmm! Ok. No wahala. I understand. Just be careful ok? Ini: I will. Make I go work small abeg. Me: Ok. I love you Ini. I will prove it to you tonight. Ini: I love you too Femi. Sha no kill me. Bye bye Me: Bye. Jackpot! Everything seemed to have clicked. All strategical and tactical manouvers are in order. Ini, tonight, you go hear am. Like a twist of fate in a fatal punishment, the day went rather too slow for my liking. After my meal, I decided to have a little nap to flex and relax my nerves. I thought I had slept for 5hrs when in actual sense, na only 45mins sleep I sleep. Chai! Which kind thing be this now? I went to the bus stop to get me some papers: Complete Sports, Soccer Star, everything, just to fill in the time. When the atmosphere became a little boring for me, I picked my phone to call Deola who, at that time, rather uncharacteristically, has not called me that day, Me: Hey woman, are we fighting? Deola: No sir. I’ve been very busy today. Today is very unusal. Can I call you back? Me: Ok To Be Continued…

Calling Deola compounded my day. I would have just managed the situation as it was before calling her. I became more miserable than before. Nothing looked impressive that morning; no, not even my best companion – PES. I decided to sleep again cos I was not enjoying myself. I went to bed counting the roof instead of finding sleep. I rolled up and down my bed like a fried plantain seeking for freedom from the heat. When sleep wasn’t coming, I decided to engage Garfar again in a chat. Abi now, if I no get work to do, make I do something else. I went downstairs to Garfar and started chatting with him, Me: Garfar how are you? Garfar: Oga, I dey fine o. How body? Me: I am better now. How far now? Anything for me? Garfar: Ha Oga, na me go ask you that one oga. Me: Why? You mean say you no fit give me anything? Garfar: Ha? Oga I fit now but I never collect salary wahali. Me: Why? Landlord never come? Garfar: Oga he come last week. Him say he go call me next week Monday. Me: Eeyah. How you come dey cope? Garfar: Na my friend Najim dey give me money Oga. Me: Ok. Sorry ehn. No worry Landlord go pay you soon, ok? I left a little pity for Garfar because he looked depressed at the point of chatting with him. I was moved to give him 3k that morning, a gesture that alomost ran him mad. He thanked me endlessly and prayed until I asked him to stop. After all, I made 50k during this sick leave too. I left Garfar when there was nothing of interest to discuss again. I went outside the gate and walked along the street, sight-seeing the brood of fish having fun in the drainage along the street. As I walk along, I started to see the big guys of the Movie and Entertainment Industry: Jim Iyke, D’Prince (Omo Oba), Bovi and so on. Yeah! That’s what I am talking about. Their ride can make a hardworking man work more harder and also, make a lazy bone wanna steal, go into fraud or money ritual. D’Prince in particular looked so ordinary that day, dressed in a simple Jalamia and a bathroom slippers. The only distinguishing element was his spotless, lickable skin. Mehn, that guy clean no be small. Money good ooo. After about an hour of sight- seeing, I decided to call it a day. I walked back home a little satisfied and happy. Garfar welcomed me with another round of prayer that later became annoying to me. I ordered him to pretend that I never gave him anything and he nodded in affirmation. With sweat rolling down my cheek, I went inside and straight into the bathroom for a quick shower. Another round of Golden Morn was enough to sustain me for the time being, atleast, until Ini comes with whatever she wanna bring. Deola did call back, Deola: Hey Mr. Sorry about my brief response earlier. Me: Oh that? It’s understandable jare. How is work? Deola: Pretty cool. But I’ve never witnessed a day like this before in this place. Me: Is that so? What really hapened? Deola: Hmmmm. It was a guy oo. He impregnated a lady and denied it when the girl was confirmed pregnant. Me: What a poor girl. Deola: Poor girl? Isn’t that how Nigerian Guys behave? They won’t deny themselves pleasure; but when the result comes, they’ll deny their responsibility. Me: Hey woman! Pump your brakes. What do you know about Nigerian Guys? Deola: What I know? Mr., I know a lot. In this job, I’ve seen a lot of mess. I just hope you’re not like that. Me: Not like what? Deola: You know, a player? Me: A player? I am a virgin oo. I love my job, I don’t have time for girls. Deola: Hmmm! You know what? You just sounded like one. Me: Excuse me? How do you mean? Deola: I mean, I never asked if you were a virgin or not. And in your words, you were too defensive. So? Me: So? Don’t get me wrong. I am just a simple guy trust me. Deola: I’ve heard you. How are you feeling now? Me: You won’t believe it, I think I am back to my perilious best. Deola: Perilious best? Me: Yea… I mean I am back to normal now. Deola: That’s good to hear. That reminds me. I may come a little late tomorrow. Is that ok with you? Me: You stay opposite Jakande now. That’s like 5mins drive home barring holdup. You can come anytime you want. Deola: That’s good to hear. Have a nice day sir. Me: You too ma. Call ends. Wow! What is with this girl Deola sef? Is she using a microscope ni? She got my heart racing with those questions men. I thought about what to do to get back at her. I decided to wait until she comes tomorrow before asking her serious questions. I was prepared to ask her anything, as long as they are answerable. I was still thinking about Deola when I heard a knock on my door. I looked at the time, 1pm. Could that be Ini? I rushed to the door and behold, it was Ini. Ini: Oga Femi, I just come to see your face before going. I am already on my way. Me: Ok. Go well my love. I drew her close and planted a kiss on her lips. She threw her body open and wraped herself around me. Is this a sign of what to come tonight? The kiss lasted 10mins before she left. #Finally! To Be Continued…

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Finally, the long awaited event beckons. Finally, the rain is about to pour. Finally, the machine is about to be tested. Finally, Femi has been awarded a visa into Ini’s kingdom. Hurray! As it has become my custom, I changed my bedspread to a more colorful one, spiced it up with a pleasant deodorant that can make you fall asleep even in an instant. I rearranged all my cloths that were littering around into my wardrobe. I used to have a white bulb in my room, I changed it to blue. By way of adding wires together, I moved the hoover of my HT System into the room, tested it, working ok! I got me some wicked collections of R&Bs by R. Kelly, Craig David, Whitney Houston and the likes. Tonight is the night, Ini must be well served. After the arrangements, I rushed to the supermarket in Ini’s absence to buy a fruit wine (15% alcohol), put it inside the freezer for the first 2hrs. After this, I sprayed the sitting room with air freshner to sanitize and arrest any offensive odour, even the bathroom was not spared. Everything looked set, sparkling, catchy and, more importantly, irresistible. That’s the way I love to present myself anyday, anywhere, anytime. Though I am not the Wizkid (abi na Wizman now), Davidos, 2Face of this part of the world, I think I am a little ok in MY OWN WAY. I am grateful for that. Na Nokia phone I dey use type this story oo. Lol. I sat down to relax after the impromptu sanitation and beautification of my house. Suddenly, something struck me: where is Cynthia? She hasn’t called since last night and her number was switched off the last time I called. Jesus! I hope this girl is safe. I dialed her number again and luckily, it rang and the call answered; Me: Hello Cynthia. Where are you? I’ve been trying to call since… Unknown voice: Hello. Sorry she is not around. She is charging it here. Me: Oh, I see. Who are you please? Unknown Voice: I am Nkechi. She came to charge her phone in our house. Me: Really? Where is your house in Enugu please? Unknown voice: Why are you asking? Me: Cynthia is my friend. She left Lagos since yesterday for Enugu. I have been trying to reach her but her number wasn’t connecting. Nkechi: Ok. I stay in Agwu. Me: Thank you very much. Please tell her Femi called whenever she comes to pick her phone, ok? Nkechi: Ok. Me: Thanks. Bye Nkechi. Nkechi: Bye. Phew! Thank God she’s safe. At that spot, I realised there is a soft spot in me that is still rooting for Cynthia. Or better still, I think I love her…but I never, or we never used the word for each other. Anyways, I am happy she’s safe in Enugu; let her enjoy herself while I enjoy mine too with the queen of the moment: Ini. Fast forword… 3pm. …. 4pm….. 5pm….. Around past 5pm, my boss called, Oga: Femi how are you? Me: I am very good sir. Oga: That’s good to hear. Sorry I didn’t call yesterday. We had a very busy day yesterday. Hope you’re getting back to your healthy state? Me: Yes sir. I even did a road jug this morning. Oga: Wow! Are you serious? Me: Yes sir, from Ikate to Maruwa sir. Oga: Bravo! You may as well be Nigeria’s first Olympic Gold Medalist in Marathon if you keep at it. (He laughed if off). Me: No ooo. I don’t think I can do that sir. Oga: I am just kidding anyways. I wish you the best. Be fast about it and get back to work. We miss you here. Me: I’ll sir. Thank you sir. Oga: You’re welcome. Bye. Call ends. I felt important and proud of myself when my boss said, “we miss you here.” Nothing can be so fulfilling than knowing that you’re seen and regarded as an important personality where you work. That utterance meant so much to me. Inside of me, I decided to put in more effort once I resume work. That’s the only way to pay back the love, support and prayers I received, especially from my boss. 6pm. I began counting down to the moment. I called Ini’s number but she didn’t answer it; probably her madam was with her. I sent her a text message instead, “This day is the second most important in my life. I can’t wait my angel. You’re welcome to my world.” She replied my message with such a romantic touch that can make one dance Unclad from Apapa to Oshodi. You know that kind of feeling now; “The queen comes to her king tonight. Handle me gently for I am delicate. I am all yours.” I read that message like 500 times: I read it loud and soft, high and low. I was mad that evening. I didn’t know when I started singing ‘Yori Yori.’ Cynthia almost spoiled my mood with her call, Cynthia: Hello Femi. I was told you called me earlier. Sorry, my phone has been off since yesterday. I came here to charge it. Me: Yea, that girl told me. So how are you? Cynthia: I am fine o. Ah Femi, I wish you were here with me. Me: Ha? What’s going on? Cynthia: I am too lonely here. All my friends have got themselves guys to roll with. Na only come dey solo. Me: Eeyah! Sorry. What will you do about it now? Cynthia: Haba? Which kind question be that? Do about wetin now? Me: Sorry. I am just pulling your legs. Cynthia: You better oo. What did you take me for? How body jare? Me: Body dey inside cloth. Cynthia: Femi now. I mean how is your health. Me: I am getting better. Thanks to the mixture you brought. I am getting fitter everyday. Cynthia: Thank God. Baby, I can’t wait to see you o. I’ve missed you. Me: Same here too, but you know I can’t be doing that missy missy thing for now. Cynthia: (Grumbles) Sebi you said you’re getting better now. Me: So? Wait make I heal finish now sho. No kill me for my family abeg. Cynthia: Me no gree o but sha, we go talk when we see. Me: I don hear. Enjoy yourself, but remember to bring something. Cynthia: Sure now. Ok. Let me go join the family for the wake keep. We’ll talk later. Me: Alright. Have fun. I thought I would never lie to Cynthia. That was a straight up lie. I didn’t even tell her I did a road jug. I looked at myself and all I saw was a guy falling in love! Yes. That’s the only explanation for the way I’ve been feeling for Ini these couple of days. In all my affairs with ladies, I tried not to be too emotionally attached. Just yansh them and leave. But Ini, there is something different. The motivation of yanshing a Calabar Girl is not enough a reason to feel this way, seriously. Was it because of the way Cynthia treated her the day she met her in my house? Maybe so because after that day, I developed a kind of soft feeling for Ini; maybe a sympathetic-turned-affectionate feeling. I just can’t place it. Comparing Ini and Cynthia, they are almost of the same height; Cynthia just a little taller than Ini. Ini however was fairer than Cynthia with natural eyelashes that will make you look at her twice. Cynthia is busty with those kind of ‘thick madam’ kind of leg; but Ini’s got such a perfect body, not fat, not slim. Her legs are long and s*xy**. Vocally, Ini’s got a kind of voice that can make a criminal confess his crimes without torturing him, even the ones he didn’t commit (The Frog, in Red 2). I love listening to her on phone. Her voice is just too captivating. Cynthia however is got a decent vocal register too; howbeit, her voice is nowhere captivating as that of Ini. Cynthia is got a Muma Gee kinda voice. I can go on and on but una no pay me for advert now? So, iyaf do. I switched my attention to my thoughts about what’s going down tonight. It was as if I never had s*x before all my life. The feeling was electrifying, captivating and exhilarating. I was so into Ini that I never even bothered to ask about her past relationships. E no matter abi? As long as she had made her allegiance to me, the rest doesn’t bother me. Like a yoruba adage that says, “Eni ti a n ba n’oja la n wo, enikan ki i wo ariwo oja (You are only concerned with what you want to buy from the seller, not the noise from the market square)” whatever had happened in her past will be a subject for another day. Tonight is about Femi and Ini, and nothing else. Around some minutes before 8pm, Ini texted me, “I am going home now. Can you come downstairs to walk me to the bus stop?” Dem dey say no to that kind request. Like someone who is been chased out house, I ran downstairs without locking my door. When she saw me, she was all smile. We held each other’s hand as we walk to the bus stop, Me: Don’t stay too long at home please. You know it’s getting darker, and it could be dangerous you know? Ini: I won’t. I will just take a shower, changed my cloth to something light, take some food and I’ll be on my way. Me: No need to shower now. There is enough water in my place. You can come take your shower here. You know you women stay too long in the bathroom. Ini: Oga Femi, I won’t stay long in the bathroom o. Trust me, I’ll be very brief. Me: Ok oo. That reminds me, should I get a…, errrmmm, you know, …a CD? Ini: Nigerian or American? If it is Nigerian, I love Igbo films; but if it is American, I like anyone except the one they are shooting anyhow. Me: Ini, I am not talking about films. Don’t you know what CD is? Ini: Ha? CD now, what we play inside a CD or DVD player. Me: Ini, I mean condom. Ini: Oh, you should have said condom; instead of of trying to polish it. You are funny oo. Well, I will leave that to you to decide. Me: Ok oo. No problem. Don’t stay long sha oo, I beg you. Ini: Oga Femi, King Femi, your queen won’t stay long. It’s a promise. Ini joined a bus, and I went back home. Gongo aso, kutupu a wu (9ice) To Be Continued…

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Like a contestant who is at the mercy of the host and his fate after answering a 50/50 question on Who Wants to be a Millionaire show, I sat in the sitting room waiting, hoping, anticipating and, since I called it a vigil, praying. I began thinking about the ‘what ifs': What if she decided to punish me? What if her sister changed her mind about allowing her leave? What if her sister even decided to come to the supposed ‘church’ with her? What if something happened and she was not able to make it tonight? All the what ifs filled my head until I was bailed out of the thought by the biggest rat in the world, lurking around my window. It is no gainsaying that rats in Lekki are the biggest anywhere in the world. I used to think that Mushin’s and Agege’s rats are bigger. The rats in Lekki are bush meat somewhere else in the village. When the silly thing saw me coming, it ran away. If that kind rat enter your house, forget it; na 2 people house rent you go dey pay because him go carve him own apartment from your own. The only thing you can do is catch the rat alive, try it in your court before sentencing it to death by hanging. If you dare put rat poison for am and the thing chop am die, your landlord go give you quit notice for turning his house into a morgue because the smell go expel all of una from the house. 9pm, Ini never show. Hmmm. I hope say this girl no put me for long thing. To be honest with you guys, I was feeling so sharp, healthy and ready that evening, the way I always feel before I got sick; only that this time around, not knowing how it happened, I felt incredibly strong physically and, *coughs* excuse me, I felt so powerful like PDP in her infancy down there too. Every part of my body was roaring to go. My only fear was just that, I hope Ini will cope with my waves of attack when I am in the mood. I took solace however in the common myth that Calabar Girls no dey tire; instead, na you go beg last. But I doubted it: how a whole me go beg girl? On top wetin now? Taaaa. Na she go beg me. All those thoughts helped me filled up the space as I await the arrival of the queen, the one to whom this wait and fuss was all about, Ini. 9:23pm, I heard a knock on my door. Garfar was knocking, Garfar: Oga, na me Garfar. Me: Come inside. Garfar: Ha Oga, somebody dey for gate dey ask for you. Me: Who is that person? Male or female? Garfar: Oga na woman, Ini. Me: Ini? Let her come inside now. Garfar: Oga it is after 9 Oga. Me I don lock gate before Oga. Me: Don’t worry. Open the gate for her, she is not going back tonight. Garfar: Ehn Oga? Me: Open the gate for her ok? Garfar left with disappointment, shock and bewilderment written all over his face. I understood his frustrations. He was shocked because it appears Ini was going to pass the night in my house. He had told about his desire to have Ini before but I discouraged him. But here and now, the person I discouraged him about is coming to pass the night in my house. It was a demoralizing discovery for him that evening. I felt for him too. In fact, if not for the task at hand, I would have cancelled the appointment. But you and I know that’s never gonna happen. God forbid. I decided to call Garfar later and explain things to him. But this night, no remorse, no going back. Ini: What is wrong with that your gate man tonight? Me: What happened? Ini: He looked rather unhappy to see me. I’ve been at the gate for more than 10mins arguing with him. He was telling me that it is late to see you until I threatened him that I was going to report him to you. That was when he eventually came upstairs to tell you. Me: Eeyah! Sorry. You know I was part of the law makers that agreed to locking the gate by 9pm with no further admittance into the compound, except for emergency situations…and you are not an emergency. Ini: So? Is that the reason he looked like someone who had just been relieved of his duties? Me: Sorry baby. No let Garfar spoil the mood jare. I’ll talk to him later. But why did it take you this long too? Ini: Sorry. My sister’s husband asked for wheat tonight and since we don’t have it at home, I had to go get it for him. I am sorry dear. Me: Ok. Officially, you are welcome to church! Here, you will be blessed so much that you would wish the service continues forever. Ini: Hahahahaha. Abeg Femi, no kill me with laughter ooo. I led her by the hand to the table, brought out the wine and 2 glasses, served it and made a toast, “Let tonight be the beginning of endless love, pure magical passion, fulfilment and future successes for both of us.” I touched her cup so hard that I almost broke it. She unwraped the bag she was carrying. In there was the food she promised to bring: Afang soup and some of the wheat she had prepared for her sister’s husband. I wasn’t really hungry that night. Sorry, I was hungry but that kind of food can satisfy the kind of hunger I’m talking about. What then? *In Lagbaja’s voice* Konko Below… As we sat down to eat, Ini kept looking around as if she was coming to my house for the first time. Ini: Something looks different here Femi. What’s going on? Me: Well, I had to do something to make this place look beffiting a queen’s visit. Ini: (Laughs) Oga Femi, you don’t cease to impress and surprise. So you did general cleaning because I am sleeping here tonight? Me: The palace of the king must be sparkling for the queen. My domain must synch with your elegance and eminence. Ini: My head ooo. E don do. Let’s eat. We sat on the floor to eat according to her suggestion. It was one moment that will linger in my memory for the rest of my life. Ini has come to stay, she ain’t going nowhere. In Jose Mourinho’s voice, Ini has “parked the bus” in my life, no going back. We ate that night like real couples. That night was glorious. After the meal, Ini said she wanna have a shower. When I heard shower, my ears stood firm in full swing. But first, just to be sure that it wasn’t my heart that was speaking out loud, I pretended I didn’t hear her. She said it again, Ini: Femi I wan shower oo. You no dey hear? Me: Oh! Sorry. Shower? Hmmm. Ok Ini: Sebi na you say make I come shower here. Abi you don change your mind? Me: Not at all. I am just wondering if, you know… errrmmm, never mind. Ini: No. Tell me what you’re thinking. Me: Hmmm. Do you mind if I massage your body with oil before you take your bath? It will be alright if you say no but I just thought you will like it so much. Ini: Hmmm! Massage my body with oil? I be chicken wey you wan fry? Me: Baby, oil massage is the most sensual feeling there is in the world. Like I said, you gonna love it, I promise. Ini: Have you done it before? Me: No. I saw it in one movie like and I thought we could experiment, you know. After a stern look at my face, she smiled and said, Ini: Ok oo. I am all yours… I got this idea of Oil Massage from one p**n site like that and I have been looking forward to doing it on any lady that will allow it. Why not with Cynthia? Well, it never for once crossed my mind to do it with her. But with Ini, my brain was blown open, and different ideas flowing in and out of me. With a bottle of Olive Oil in my room and clean towel to spare, I asked Ini to UnCloth herself, save her bra and pant. I laid her on the bed with her face against the bed. Guys, if you can’t stand the heat of this oil massage, please, like in WWE’s advert, DON’T TRY IT. It is highly sensual, Intimate and electric. I applied the oil on Ini’s fresh and spotless skin. I oiled her toes, ankles, leg, laps, hips, back, hands and neck. My Johnny was madly hard and rocky as I applied the oil on Ini. When I was done with her back, I turned her over. With a sweet, silent but penetrating voice, I whispered into Ini’s ear, Me: Can you remove your bra my angel? Ini: Ok. Her ok was with a faint voice. I could sense that Ini was already in the mood. With her bare Bosom looking at me, I applied the oil on both. I robbed, squeezed and toyed with the tips of her Bosom. Little by little, Ini began to moan. I stretched my hand towards her stomach and concentrated on her belly button. I dipped my finger into the belly button and rotated my finger like someone trying to stir semovita. While I do this, Ini’s eyes were closed, her body moving slowly and rhythmically to every touch. Without asking her, I removed her pant. She spread her legs for me as I removed it. I notice she was wet already down there. I left every part of her body to concentrate on her p***y. I applied little oil and started to rub on it slowly. She became so restless while she lay on the bed. When I sensed that she was enjoying it, I concentrated more on her clit. If I had known, I wouldn’t have touched her clit. Ini started moaning heavily and crying for pleasure. I rubbed on her clit for more than 5mins. At a point, she began to gasp for breath. I tried to stop but she held my hand and gestured that I should continue. I did continued until she climaxed right on my hand. Ini: (Breathing heavily) Wow! Femi… Femi… Jezz! I love this. Ouch… It’s so sweet. My gosh! Wow. Me: You can take your bath now sweetheart. Ini: Nooo. Let’s go together. I have to return this gesture Femi. Come on, let’s go together. We entered the bathroom together. She was obviously so happy and elated. There was no way my Johnny is gonna keep quiet; no, not even when he has been screaming for attention and action. The size of the bathroom was never gonna be big enough for 2 people without body contact. And truly, the pointed part of my body was giving Ini a whole of attention. She turned around, faced me and held on my Joystick and knelt down before me. Then she whispered to me and asked, “May I?” I nodded in full approval and Ini sucked the living outta my Johnny. No disrespect guys, truly, Calabar Girls are sooooo gooooood. Chai! Maybe because we were in the shower, every move, every touch, every word was on point! To Be Continued…

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this is the femi so no vex

lol. ..nice one

Lolz..,. Mission accomplished

hai dis story na 1 kindstory watin dey surprise me most na say d guy dey tap current 4 all of dem no1 don eva reject am d guy na sure guy o

Haaaaaaaa,I started reading today and I found it interesting, hope repercussion no go follow

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After she almost sucked my life out, she left my Johnny and had her bath, while I just showered. When we were done, I removed the bedspread upon which the massage was done, replaced it with another one. I went to the sitting room and played the collection of the R&B songs. The hoover did a good job because every bass line of each song was a momentum to dig. We laid together on the bed, kissed and cuddled. As much as I tried to get to business, she refused; concentrating more on the pre- intimacy ish. Me I no get that kind patience jare, especially with my Johnny threatening to force through her laps. When she saw I wasn’t enjoying it any further, she said, Ini: My king, the door to your queen’s kingdom is opened for you. I almost started laughing when she said that because the words were in sync with the opening up of her leg. To get ready for the digging, I fed myself from her honeypot. She screamed, Ini: Oh gosh! Femi, you do this too? Me: Anything for you my queen. Just lay still and relax. Like a final year student writing his/her paper, I concentrated on the task at hand with seriousness and focus. Much to my surprise, Ini was a semi virgin. How she had remained this clean and tight down there was a mystery. Although I intended to ask her about her past, it is definitely not going to be tonight, not this moment, not like this. Make I finish what I started before I go dey ask any yeye questions, lest she changed her mind. I gave her a big hard head so much that her legs were shaking endlessly. When I thought I had had enough of head-giving, with all my excellency, splendour and power, I climbed Ini for a missionary journey. I had a little difficulty trying to penetrate her relatively tight womanliness. I stretched my hand and grabbed the oil I had used on her for the massage and poured some on her p***y. With this little ointment, I was allowed a more easier entrance into the dreamland that has been a long time coming. She wrapped her arms and legs around me like a baby monkey would its mother. It was one bleeping that each thrust was electrifying. Soon, we changed into a doggie. She laid her head on the pillow with her bottom a little raised up. I went deep down inside like a man seek a gold mine. The next position was the position she was when I started the massage, face down. I came in from behind with me lying on top of her. Guys, e don do. Ini and I enjoyed herself so much. I came 3 times and she had orgasm twice. We slept that night like a happy couple who just had their first s*x. Around 2am in the morning, my Johnny was crying of hunger again. I tapped Ini and told her the news coming from the palace of the king. She hesitated for a while but when I sucked her bossom, her turn on, she opened up on her own accord. I digged in and out of her with precision and fervour. After about another hour of digging, she looked really tired and weak. She whispered into my ears, Ini: Femi, let me sleep. I want to leave by 5am cos I don’t want my sister comlaining of anything. Me: Ok baby. I love you Ini, so much. Ini: I love you too Femi…but I need to sleep. You know I will be resuming 8am this morning too. Me: Ok. I stopped touching Ini physically but in my heart, I was still pushing in and out of her. I watched as she slept that morning with her head resting on my chest. Her firm Bosom pressing on me as she breathe. Right there I began to think about marriage, “Ini is a good girl. She is patient, loving, humble, respectful and truthful. She loves me and I love her. What more can a guy ask from a woman. I think we are good together. I can marry this girl Femi; yes, I can.” My line of thought was truncated as Cynthia’s name brushed my mind. Gobe ooo. What about Cynthia? What will I tell her? If I tell her I want a break and she does accept, what if she eventually finds out that it was because of Ini, a girl she accused and I denied having anything with, what will happen? Or should I just make Ini my s*x buddy only with no strings attached like ‘love’? I already proffesed love to her and she had reciprocated. In fact, we just slept together for a proof. I was confused. Along the line, Deola’s visit today almost ravaged my thought. Cleaning the whole place for her visit was another headache. Also, I had to prove to her that I am getting really better. What is she coming to do self? Mtcheeww. Let me sleep too so that I can have enough strength in the morning to do all I’ve got to do. Having set my alarm to 5am cos of Ini, I slept. I had barely closed my eyes when the alarm signaled 5am. It was that quick and short. I woke Ini up and she didn’t even bother to shower. She cleaned up her womanliness and got dressed. I walked her downstairs much to a disgusting look from Garfar, who opened the gate rather sluggishly and reluctantly. I walked Ini to the bus stop. We exchanged a brief kiss and hug before she joined a car home. I wenr back home a fuliflled man… with only Garfar to contend with. To Be Continued…

Me: Garfar, what is the meaning of that little drama you acted earlier? Garfar: Drama? Oga me I no understand you. Me: See, I don’t care if you understand or not. The next time you behave like that again, I’ll make sure Landlord replace you with another guard. I walked out on Garfar fuming. He looked on a little surprised because, sincerely, I have never been that angry towards him. I had barely sat down when he came to my flat, Garfar: Oga Femi no vex sir. I am sorry. You dey do me better and… Me: And what? I don’t know what your problem is. Is it because of Ini? I have told you that you can’t have her…and if you wanna know, she is my girlfriend now. You hear? Garfar: Yes Oga I understand now. Forgive me sir. Me: I have heard you. You can go. Garfar: Oga you sure say you no vex again? Me: It’s alright. I am not angry again, ok? Garfar: Ok Oga. Thank you. Garfar left not sure whether I have pardoned him or not. As for me, I only needed to make a statement so that he can have a clue about what’s going on between Ini and I, that’s all. A sense of responbility on Ini fell heavily on me. I felt compelled to care and defend her all the time. I couldn’t think straight without first thinking about her. I called, texted, chat and, and do that, you know, *coughs* that thing … regularly. I guess that’s what falling in love will do for you. How can I protect this young relationship between Ini and I without raising any suspicions from Cynthia? Cynthia is very smart and calculative. She could sniff hidden things with the snap of a finger. She is like a dangerous lioness, ready to kill and eat any meat that comes her way. Ini, however, is my little lamb: innocent, innocuous, simple, quiet, humble, easy-going, friendly, loving, charming, caring, generous, understanding, honest, straight- forwatd, calm, free and above all, MY QUEEN. I was in this thought and also reminiscing about the eventful ‘all night’ between Ini and I when sleep caught me unawares. I really can’t help it you know. I was very ‘busy’ that night so my body needed a little rest. I went inside to sleep with the intention of getting up around 10am to begin cleaning. Before I went to bed, Ini called me that she has told other sales girl in the shop that she won’t be coming by 8am and they agreed to cover for her since their madam won’t be coming early that Saturday. Ini: I will see you then when I come later. Me: Ok. Take care of yourself. Femi loves you. Ini: Ini, your queen, loves you too. Bye. #SleepingMoodActivated The alarm sounded. It’s 10am. I got up from bed and started the cleaning. I mopped my room, soaked the two bedspread used to be washed later. I returned the hoover to its place and got every appliances dusted and arranged. A big girl is coming today. I must not disappoint her…atleast, in my own little villa. After the cleaning, I prepared a little Spaghetti for breakfast. Cynthia has not called since yesterday’s afternoon. I dialed her number and this time, it rang, Cynthia: Hey Femi. Sorry I have been busy since yesterday. Me: No problem. I am just checking on you. Hope you are good? Cynthia: Femi, I am trying to be good oo. I have not closed my eyes since yesterday. Me: Why? Cynthia: We have been working: cleaning, cooking, decorating and everything. Me: Eeyah. Just take it easy oo ok? Cynthia: Femi I will oo. How are you over there sha? Me: I am very very fine Cynthia. Cynthia: Ehen? This confidence wey you take talk sef is serious ooo. Thank God sha. Me: Abi o. Thank God. Cynthia: I miss you o Femi. I can’t wait to leave this place and rush into your arms. Me: Really? Then, my arms will be opened wide enough to receive you. Just be good ok? Cynthia: I will dear. Me: Ok. Bye Call ends. Whatever it is I said to Cynthia, I felt as if I was talking to Ini. This Calabar Girl has taken over my head totally. S.N: If you are a Calabar Guy/ Girl, is this how it truly feels to be in love with one of you? Please answer me oo, I wanna know if what I felt with Ini was a general thing with Calabar Girls or, probably, Ini was just one of a kind. After the meal, I called some of my firends at work just to be up to speed with what is going down at work. One of those I called was Patrick, a South African guy working with us, Patrick: Hey dude. How are you now? Me: I am good brother. How are things over there? Patrick: We are pushing man. You’ve got to man up and get back here. We are all suffering from your absence. Dr. Toye has increased our workloads to cover up for your absence. Me: Oh, I am sorry. I promise I will be back soon aiite? Patrick: Ok. Be good man. Me: Yea, I will. Thanks. I called two more friends and they all said almost the same thing. I felt like resuming work on Monday but I thought that will make no sense. I was given 2 weeks off. So, let me use every bit of it to fully “recover”. Ini texted me when she arrived work. My heart lept for joy that, maybe, I might get laid…again! After washing the bedspread, I asked myself, “why did I wash this now as if Deola is gonna enter my room?” Yea, will the sitting room not be enough for her to sit? Why bother about how my room look like? But on the other hand, with my little experience in this game, ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN WITH WOMEN; even when you least expect it. There is also the place of temptation to do something crazy, especially when you are in a room alone with the opposite s*x. Again I thought that even if nothing happened between us, as far as I know, Deola’s ego might prompt her to make me show her my room…and I wouldn’t want her to see it in that dirty state. Also, I thought about the visit of my queen. What if we need to do it again, will it still be on those dirty bedspread and unkempt room? That reasoning finally justified the cleaning of my room and concluded that, even if nothing happened – inspection from Deola or s*x from Ini as the case may be – it is good to be clean, even if no one is there to see it. And as the saying goes, ‘cleanliness is close to godliness’, cleaning the room and everywhere was the best thing I can do, first to myself, and then to whoever wanna come visiting. 1pm, Ini arrived. I welcomed her with a smile as my arms flung open to hug her. She walked into it with a majestic panache and aura of a true queen. Me: Good afternoon my queen. Ini: Good afternoon my king. Your queen has come to see how her queen is doing after that glorious adventure earlier today. Me: Hmmm! The king feels great, happy and strong. You see my queen, the king himself was pleased with the second-to- none master class the queen displayed earlier today… and he is thinking, wishing and now, pleading that the queen may grant him yet another ride into the city of pleasure. What say the queen? She smiled, stroke my hair and held me tightly… with all of her bossom fully pressed on me and said, Ini: My king, the queen is all yours. However, due to time constraint, such a ride may not be possible my lord. Me: No my queen. Deny me not this request. The king knows how to be quick about it. So, time can never be a constrainst. A yes is all I ask from my beautiful, enigmatic, charming, gorgeous, pretty and loving queen… Ini: Feeemmmmmiiiiii! Na wah for you ooo. I can’t stand you with this your sweet talk. You sure know how to get under people’s skin. You are a really wonderful man. Me: You are my inspiration Ini. Let the game resume where we left off. Time is of the essence my love. Ini: On one condition… Me: Any condition, consider it done. Ini: Listen to it: Lock your door, put off your phone, UnCloth me yourself right here and carry me into your room. Me: That? Jezz! I thought you gonna ask me to jump down from the balcony 5 times. I will gladly do that you know and I… Ini: You talk too much. Do what I just asked of you, please. Me: Sure, my queen. I locked the door, switched off my phone and also removed the battery, gently and sensually undressed her while lifted up her arms as if a Police Officer had just arrested her, and then, I lifted her up…straight into the room and laid her on the bed. There was no bedspread on the bed because I just washed it. I thought Ini was gonna complain but, as the Bible rightly said, “love covereth a multitude of sins”, she said nothing! I quickly removed my shirt and the jean I had on and was left with my boxer. I was about removing it when she said, Ini: No my king, allow me do that for you. I watched as Ini, little by little, removed my boxers. My arsenal was full of life and standing like that soldier in Idumota. Once the boxer was off, I climbed the bed to begin the address of the subjects of my kingdom. However, the queen had another idea, Ini: Not so fast my love. Would you mind to speak to the door for a while? That is, give me head. Me: Yes my queen. Your wish, my command. The oral was nasty. I was so serious with it, particularly her clit. She would enclose my head up with her laps at intervals, while her body kept wriggling and wavering on the bed like a snake whose head was chopped off. With 20mins already gone giving Ini oral lesson, I signaled my readiness to begin the digging. In Crixus voice, “Capua, shall I begin?” She opened up her legs wide as my arsenal carried its attacking verve and panache towards her door. I was coming in and out of her pretty fast because I wanna beat the time. Half way into the pounding, I remembered what I did to Cynthia during our recent s*x: The Ice Cube. Thank God there were some still in the freezer. I took out only 2 cubes, placed one on her stomach, one in her mouth. The one on her belly was to send a cold feeling as we lay belly to belly; while the one in her mouth is meant for a cold kissing at interval. It worked magically. I remained with the missionary style until I exploded inside her. Dang! The Pour was so much that it started drooping out of her. Ini: Wow! That’s a big one. Me: Yes my queen. It is a big one To Be Continued…

Although brief, the mating was ecstatic and magical. Ini got up and left for the bathroom for a shower while I helped her bring her cloths from the sitting room. After the shower, she got dressed and was ready to leave. I held her back, drew her closer and said, Me: Baby not so fast now. We still have some 20mins or thereabout before your time’s up. Ini: Yes I know. I know you Femi. If I don’t go now, who knows what your irresistible flatteries will do again. You want to get me Unclad again? Me: Hahahahaha. My sweet queen, there is no man in this world that can resist you. You are like the daughter of an angel who married the sun and I know… Ini: E don do. You see wetin I just talk now? You have started again. Let’s make it another time, please. Me: When an immortal bow before a mere mortal, the order and balance of nature is altered. When the mouth refuses to speak, the heart does the talking; howbeit, with no words. Ini my queen, I don’t know if I can survive without you. My heart, my mind and my soul belongs to you. You control my essense. I was saying all these unclad. To my surprise, Ini’s eyes were fixed on my arsenal. She kept looking at it and never blinked. I tapped her shoulder to make her respond to me. She looked straight into my eyes and said, Ini: Everything about you is irresistible my king: your words, your name, your looks and, in fact, your Joystick. I am afraid of losing you Femi. Something keeps telling me I will. And you know, since we started, everything had looked too good and so unreal. Me: Then let’s get married. I am ready to marry you Ini. Ini: It’s not that simple my love. I don’t doubt your love for me one bit. I know you love me very much. But you… Me: There is no “but” Ini. This love is mutual. Let make it eternally legal my sweet queen. She sighed and replied, Ini: We are just like a week old Femi. Let’s give it time ok? With time, we will have a clearer picture of where this relationship is heading, ok? Me: Time right? Ok. If that’s what you want, no problem. I won’t stop loving you my queen. Ini: Neither will I too, my king. I’ve got to go now. Me: Are you stopping by tonight? Ini: No dear, I won’t. Me: Ha? That means we won’t see again until Monday? That’s too much now. How will I survive until Monday without you? Ini: My love, you will. I know you will. Before I could make any case to change her mind, she kissed me deeply and left. I can’t explain how I have come to love Ini this crazy. She has become the air I breathe everyday. Ini made me remember Grace. I was so in love with Grace too but, without an iota of doubt, I loved Ini more deeply than I do Grace. All the fear I ever had about Cynthia knowing about my affair with Ini evaporated. I don’t give a f**k if she finds out. The best she can do is scream, shout and cry. What I wanna do, I will do; no one is gonna stop my resolve. As I anticipated Deola’s visit, I thought about giving her a befitting hospitality. To make peace with Garfar, I sent him to Spar, a shopping mall close by, to buy me food (rice in particular and a boneless chicken). I collected the food from him, gave him #500 as tip which he was thankful for. We don settle abi? I checked the bedspreads I hanged and one of them was ready for use. I spread it on my bed and rearranged the room again after that short intimacy between Ini and I. Everything was ready for Deola’s visit… I hope she is worth all these fuss sef. Around 5pm, Deola called me, Deola: Hello Mr. How has been your day? Me: Very ok. Yours? Deola: Twas fun, serious fun. I enjoyed myself at the party. I am on my home already. Sorry to your place. I hope you’re at home? Me: Where will a sick guy go except to be resting on his bed? Deola: That’s good. It shows you are really taking care of yourself. By the way, I got you some drugs to hasten your recovery. I’ll be there soon enough. Me: Ok. I will be here, waiting. I also got you something. I hope you will like it. Deola: What is that? Me: I am not telling you. You will see it when you come. Deola: Hmmmm! Mr., remember when we had that conversation that there will be no holds barred between us? That we will tell ourselves everything? I think you’re breaching the agreement already. Me: Are you driving? Deola: Of course I am. Why did you ask? You thought I am drunk and still driving? Me: Not at all. I just pity you if you are caught calling while driving. Why not just get here first, ok? Deola: 1:0. I have heard you. I will be there soon. Me: Better. I’ll be waiting for you at the bus stop so we can come together. Deola: Why not just tell me address instead? Why wait for me at the bus stop? Me: You are coming to my house. So, it’s gonna be on my terms, my rules. Deola: Yes sir! As your lordship pleases. Me: Hahahahaha. Now get off phone and drive faster. Deola: Ok sir. Call ends. According to Deola’s ETA, she will be in my house in the next 10mins or more. I got dressed and left for the bus stop. To Be Continued…

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What a nerve! Going to meet someone at the bus stop with Ini still around? I would have told Ini that I am expecting a visitor but I don’t know what to know what her reaction would look like cos the last thing I wanna do is upset her. I sneaked out of the house to go wait for Deola at the bus stop. I just pray she makes it in good time before Ini closes. I rushed to the bus stop, crossed to the other side to wait for Deola. I got lucky. Deola made it on time. I had asked her about the maker of her car, plate number and colour. So when I spotted her car, I started waving at her so she could see me. I joined her in the car, a black Audi Car, and we drove home. I highlighted from the car when we got to my house, ordered Garfar, who looked rather surprised, to open the gate. Duys, Deola’s visit was full of drama and intrigues. We started it right inside her car when she drove in, Deola: Finally, we are here. Me: You are welcome to my… hut. Deola: Hut? Funny. Can you please get down and show me the way to your apartment please. Me: Yes madam. Deola was dressed in a typical Yoruba ankara attire with a mini red head tie. The colour of her high heel shoe matched the colour of her heas tie. Truly, a big girl has come to my den. Garfar can’t help but look on as we both made our way upstairs. Deola: Hmmmm! You’ve got a decent place Mr. Femi. Me: Wow! That’s means a lot coming from you. Appreciate it. Ibi ni mo ti n manage o (this is where I am managing). Deola: If you call this manage, then I give up. But I must confess, this place looks nice. Me: Thanks ma. Her eyes kept probing my apartment in admiration. I went into the kitchen to warm the food Garfar bought earlier in a microwave. When I came back to the sitting room, she was already moving around, checking the wallpapers and picture frames. My cough got her attention, Me: Would you mind rice and chicken? Deola: Rice and what? Mr. Femi, I am full already. You know I am just coming from a party. Me: I don’t care. A bite won’t make you vomit, will it? Besides, you are in my house, you should eat something. Remember: my house, my rules. Deola: My God! Why are you this incessant? Ok ok. Bring it ooo before you tear me down. Me: Good. You can do the same when I come visiting…if you will invite. Deola: Trust me I will invite you. In fact, I will feed you with bowls of rice and a cooler of chicken. Me: No problem. It’s gonna be: your house, your rules. I went back to the kitchen to go fetch the food from the microwave. I served her the food witha chilled Chivita Juice to wash* the food down her throat. I watched as she forced herself to eat the little food infront of her. After the meal, I wanted to clean the table but she didn’t allow me, Deola: No Mr. I am a well- trained yoruba girl. Let me clean the table myself, that’s my duty as a woman. Me: But this is my house, my rule stays. Deola: I insist. But if you deny me this, consider my coming here today to be the first and final time! Me: Haba? Is it up to that? Ok, you can clean the table. Deola cleaned the table while I showed her the way to the kitchen. She dropped the plate in the zinc and attempted to wash it immediately. When I contested the idea, she said, Deola: Mr. Femi. Don’t make me believe what I am thinking right now. Me: And what will that be? Deola: I am thinking that you are a woman since you have been contesting a woman’s duty with me all day. Me: Jesus! Me a woman? Haba! Ok. Wash all you want. In fact, I can go to my neighbours to collect all their dirty plates if any, so that you, “a woman” can do your job. Deola: I wouldn’t mind. I refrained blocking her desire to watch the plates. When she was done, and everywhere neat as it should, she looked me in the eye and smiled. We headed back to the sitting and started gisting. We talked about almost everything there is to talk about. When we got to the relationship stuffs, I was very cautious, smart, but bold, Me: So tell me, how many relationships have you been into? Deola: 3, and you? Me: Ermmmm,…. Deola: Mr., no ermmmm stuff. No holds barred.. Me: 6… Deola: Jesus! What? Are you Fela? Me: It’s complicated really. She mimmicked my statement in a mocking manner, Deola: Hmmmm, complicated. That’s interesting. Me: Tell me, are you a virgin? She looked shell-shocked that I could asked her such a question. With uncertainty written all over her face, she managed to reply me, Deola: Wow! That’s huge. Shouldn’t that be a private matter? Me: You made the rule: no holds barred! Deola: Ok. No, I am not. I had my first s*x when I was in Birmingham at age 19. Me: With a white boy I guess? Deola: Does it matter? I need not ask you if you are a virgin, for you have been in 6 different relationships. Wow! What about now? Any luck with your hunt? I felt ridiculed by her question. It sound more like a mockery. In order to save face, I denied Ini and said, Me: No one. I am alone now and I think I am happy this way! Deola: I don’t believe you Mr. You are way too smart and cocky not to have a girlfriend. Me: Say all you want. Deola: C’mon, you live in a good house, you work with MTN, you are handsome and voice is heart- melting. I can’t have that lie Mr., you sure a have girl. Me: Perhaps you are the girl… and I wouldn’t mind having someone like you. She kept quiet for a while when I thus replied her. She stood up for her chair and said, Deola: You can’t have me, I am not available. Besides, I am not looking for any relationship. I love my job and I am married to it. While she was speaking, Ini sent me a text that she will be leaving anytime soon. She had planned with other girls to close a little early that day by 7pm. In her text message she also asked, “Should I still come?” Ha? Come ke? I thought of how to reply her so that she can be discouraged. While Deola was waiting for my response, I took permission to quickly reply Ini’s message, “Sorry my queen. Since you’ve told me earlier that you will not be coming, I’ve decided to go see a friend in Phase 1, and I won’t be back anytime soon. So, let’s make it Monday.” After sending the message, I replied Deola flirtatiously, Me: You’re married to your job right? Perhaps you mean to say you’re married to me, Femi, your real job! Deola: Excuse me! Marry you? Abeg ooo. I don’t want to be girl number 7. I am ok as I am. Well, have you guys ever heard of the saying, “taking the bull by the horn”? I took a risk that evening. A bold step that can either end in sweetness or end in bitterness. In essense, I took a chance to see if I can be lucky with Deola. Who knows? She might be thinking what I am thinking too. There is no harm in trying now. So, with her back turned towards my direction, I stood up from my chair, walked silently to where she was standing and held her from the back, Me: 7, they say, is a perfect number; it symbolizes completeness, accomplishment, perfection, wholeness, fulfillment and satisfaction. Think of this Deola: what will it cost you to make my life complete? Deola: Hey Mr. Femi, are you wooing me or you are acting up? Me: Have I ever said such words to you before. I mean every word I said… She turned around, gave me one wicked look and said, Deola: I am disappointed in you Femi. I held you in high esteem before but now, I doubt your integrity. What are you saying to me? Do I look cheap to you? Come to think of it, if you can do this on my first visit to your house, what proof have you that you won’t rape me the next time I visit? You know what? I think I have overstayed my welcome. I should be on my way now. Me: Nooooo. Please Deola… I am just acting up. I don’t mean it seriously. Haba? Don’t take it too far now. Can’t a brother crack some jokes? Deola: Jokes? It better be o; or else, hmmmm! Me: Ok. I am sorry. Apologies. Deola: Accepted. It’s getting late though. Let me start going. Me: Ha? It’s not 7pm yet now. You only arrived not long ago Ms. Deola: Wait Mr. Let’s behave like civilised people that we are. Call me Deola and I call you Femi. Me: If that’s what will make you stay a little longer, fine, …Deola. Deola: Thanks, Femi. Pheeewwww! I almost destroyed everything there. Wetin dey worry me sef? I no dey take eyes see woman ni? Must I woo every lady I see? If not that I played a smart one on her now, this friendship would have been over ke. From that time on, I decided Deola and I are gonna be just friend, with no strings attached. Though we are operating on a no holds barred level, we left provisions for a little privacy; something she started by not telling me her virginity status. As we sat down to watch a cable channel, Deola saw my Play Station Video Game and opted to play that instead, Me: Really? You play video games? Deola: You will be surprised. Do you have Mortal Kombat or Street Fighters? Me: Yes I do but I hardly play those ones. Deola: Then what do you play? Me: PES. Deola: That’s not bad either. Switch it on man, and let me teach you a lesson. Me: You will be sorry you asked for it. I chose Arsenal and she chose Chelsea. Unknown to her, I have editted all my first team players and substitutes. So, no matter how good she plays, she will never win; no, not against players with 99 defence, speed, agility, stamina, jump, shoot power and the rest. After losing 4 rounds of play, as if she knew something was wrong, she decided to use same team with me. I protested and protested but she never listened. Chai! Yawa go gas oooo. In order to cover my tracts, I suggested that we choose countries instead but Deola insisted on Arsenal. Eventually, she saw all the cheats and was like, Deola: You men are freaking cheats. You cheat on us and here again, you cheat in game? Cheat is in your blood by default. I couldn’t say anything cos I was truly ashamed. She lost interest in the game and decided to call it a day. Ini has gone home already so there is no fear of being seen. Deola left my house in sad mood. To Be Continued…

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I walked in slowly got into the living room… The engine of the Rav 4 came alive and slowly fades away, as the sound of the rolling gate came to an end ……. I looked around the living room it was sophisticated I saw pictures at the end of the wall close to the dinning so I decided to take a close look.. In the picture I saw a white guy, then an african lady with two white kids…. I dont think I know them… so it was needless looking further. I decided to call sug to know if she succesfully followed us………but then footsteps were approaching……. I decided to compose myself and hide my fears na so I come bone face like boniface, chest out and then pocket one hand.. Finally appeared a tall lady with a bum short and a polo,… she had big bossoms as I observed…. Its rare to see this kind of bossoms… I lack the words to describe them.. she had a flat bum bum no hips at all, it was like her bossoms have taken everything she was suppose to share with her other parts of the body and a K type of leg…. but she has a pretty face.. Guessing, she should be in her late 30s.. She was the lady in that picture I was starring at….. Me: Goodafternoon Ma’am Oh please call me Gloria with an oyibo accent Me: ok.. Gloria: you are the boy from the blue house? Me: what? Gloria: are you not the one that came with joy? Me: yes Ma’am oh sorry Sister oh sorry Gloria Ma.. She Smiled… Gloria: its okay lets get to business..follow me.. My mind was a lil bit at ease at least she is nice… but I began wondering what kind of business? I decided if its drugs me no go carry am o… if dem wan fork my dad up make dem do am me no ready to go jail or die young abeg……. we got to a room upstairs she pushed the door open… I stepped in, it was chill becos of the AC…. She sat on the bed looked at me and smiled. I looked around the room and saw 2 huge dildoes on top her drawers.. she noticed my stare cos I have never seen em before aside in X-trated movies She stood up and picked em up….and said I wont be needing this anymore now that You are here.. I now understood exactly what was expected of me… chai I was heartbroken, I cried in my heart this lady is too big for me.. I swear, where do I start? But I remember my Dad.. She came closer and kissed me, I didnt respond.. Gloria: why are you acting like this? I paid your madam heavily for this so stop acting as if you are a novice… even if you dont like me its non of my business but I demand my services and to my satisfaction… I could see clearly she has self esteem problems cos of her looks… but its understood she really is an improper fraction … like 7/3 She kissed me again this time I responded, she was a good kisser,….. it was becoming hot, I was still filled with respect for her so I didnt touch her Bosom or try pulling her clothes but allowed her take the lead, she pulled my polo and placed her on hand my crotch, my johnson was gradually getting erect.. she grabbed and stoke it… It responded as it began to grow in size.. She dropped my jean and in no time I was Unclad with an erect Johnson she looked down at it smiled and whispered bad boy .. She came closer I held her and now raised her polo and she helped me as the polo got over her head….. WTF… I didnt know when I said that, I was starring at the biggest bossoms I have ever seen, I was thunderstruck, I couldnt move, my johnson shrank, all the blood flowed back to my brain as it try to explain to me what I am starring at… Gloria’s bossoms were not just big but long as it laid down her flat tommy… She felt terribly abashed and Immediately got into her polo and started screaming get out get out get out, .. I tried picking my clothes but she pushed me na so I just try grab my boxer and my trouser… To Be Continued…

Me: Physical what? Cynthia: Physical work now, as in, cleaning, washing and all? Me: Oh that? Yea, I did a little today. Cynthia: Baby you shouldn’t have. Why didn’t you wait for me to come back? I would have helped you with that now. Me: I thought I should do something now. But don’t worry, I will be fine. How was the party? Cynthia: It was a mad fun Femi. I wish you were here. Me: Una never finish ni? Cynthia: Almost. I’ll be on my way to Lagos tomorrow morning. What is the size of your trouser and shirt? Me: Hmmmm! You wan do shopping for me abi? Oya now. Trouser: 32-34; shirt: 16.5 or 17, but a slim fit ni o. Cynthia: No problem. Let me go and enjoy small. See you tomorrow. Me: See me tomorrow? How? Cynthia: I am coming to your house directly. I will leave the next day. Me: Alright. That sounds interesting. Cynthia: Before nko? I said I have missed you like mad. I just hope you will be able to, you know, freshen me up. Me: Hahahaha. I will try. In fact, I will drink 5 tins of Peak Milk today and another 5 tomorrow just to be ready. Cynthia: Hahahaha. Jedijedi lo fi n sere ooo (you’re toying with pile). Me: Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. Cynthia: Ok ooo. Take care of yourself sweet. Me: Bye. Call ends. My heart raced to Deola. It’s been more than 20mins since she left my house. She should have been home by now. I sent her a text message to apologise for all the disappointments she witnessed while in my house, “Hey Deola. I guess you’re home already. Please do forgive me for all the ish you witnessed. I am sorry please. Have a good night rest.” The next thing, after the delivery of the message, was a call from Deola, Deola: Hi. I thought you won’t apologise. Me: Haba? In fact, I will apologise everyday if you won’t mind. Deola: That’s ok. I am sorry for over- reacting too. I am a little uncomposed and restless when I am alone with a guy. I am sorry too for calling you a cheat by default. That was way out of line, uncalled for and an over-used word. Apologies too. Me: You don’t have to apologise. You called it the way it is. I cheated truly and I take all responsibilities for it. Deola: That still doesn’t warrant such a derogatory statement sha. Anyways, thanks for the meal and hospitality. And I am sorry I forgot to drop the drugs I brought. I will be on afternoon shift next week. Would you mind if I bring the drugs to your house on my way to work? Me: Not at all. Atleast, that will give me another opportunity to have you around and apologise better. Deola: Enough of the apology Femi. That one is gone. We will chat later, I wanna take my bath. Me: Ok. Thanks. Deola: Bye Femi. Call ends. Thank God ooo. My attention quickly turned to my queen, Ini. The queen I had denied in the presence of Deola. Wetin I go do now? A brother had to take his chances when they come now. I thought Deola will fall for my antics. Anyways, that’s a lesson for me right there. Next time, I won’t be that forward and too bold. I called my boo to ask how she was doing, Me: Hey baby, how are you? Ini: I am fine o.k. Are you back home now? Me: Errmm, not really; but I will be home soon. Ini: Ok oo. Be careful sha. I thought you will be at home by the time I closed. I would have come take you on for a weekend ride. Me: Hmmm! Me too oo. Don’t worry, Monday is here already. I love you my queen. Ini: I love you more my king. So, here I am with a pending yanshing from tomorrow evening, starting with Cynthia. Ini will gladly lay up her goods for me anytime I call for it, I am certain about that. And Deola, hmmm, anything can still happen. I am not ruling out any possibility of having a fling with her, especially with that ray of hope she showed me when she called. Tomorrow is Sunday. Should I go to church or not? C’mon, don’t be a devil; go to church. I checked my wardrobe and brought out my finest outfit. I started attending a Redeem Church when I got to Lekki. The church is at Jakande bus stop. There are so so many chicks flocking that church. Sometimes, I wonder if churches are meant for girls alone. Boys no dey go church ni? After Church on Sunday, I thought about giving Deola a surprise visit. In one of our chats, I asked her to describe her house for me so that whenever I wanna come, it’s not gonna give me a problem. Deola: It is by the road side at 2nd Gate bus stop, Jakande. There is a filling station when you cross over from the other side. Call me when you are there and I will come pick you up. Me: Ok then. Have a nice day. I waited 2 more hours in church to buy some time so that during my wait, Deola would have returned from church, eaten and a little relaxed before I announce my coming. To fill up the space while I waited, I initiated a chat with Cynthia and Ini simultaneously. When the 2hrs was up, I called Deola to tell her the shocking news, Me: Madam Adeola, Happy Sunday o. Deola: Papa Femi, I wish you the same. Me: How was service today? Deola: It was glorious. Me: That’s nice. Deola, I am at the filling station you described. Come pick me up. Deola: Are you kidding? I hope this is not one of your jokes. Me: No, it’s not. Can’t you hear the noises? Deola: Are you serious? Me: I am serious. Deola: Ha? On a Sunday afternoon? I am so unprepared ooo. This is surprising. Me: That’s the way I want it. I want to see the natural you, not a camouflage. Deola: Excuse me! Abegi. Anyways, I am coming. I spotted a little corner where it will be difficult for her to see me when she’s coming. The motivation? I want to see the simple Deola on a Sunday afternoon. After about 10mins of wait, I saw Deola approaching the filling station. She spotted a red singlet, a black bum shot and a black rubber slippers. Dang! This girl is a show stopper! Beside every guy she passed, they were all compelled to turn around and have a second look; even the ones driving turned their neck to see the Agbani* walking. Me wey this chick dey come meet sef felt intimidated. The fine cloth wey I wear turned a rag in my eyes. No need to exaggerate here, Deola is a pure beauty. If she would only agree to compete for Miss Nigeria, I bet she’s definitely gonna win. When she got to the station, she looked around in search of me. When she was about using her phone, apparently to call me, I stepped out of hidding and called her name. She looked towards my direction and smiled. When I walked up to her, she hit me on my arm and said, Deola: What kind of visit is this Femi? I thought we agreed I am coming tomorrow on my way to work. Me: Yes. I just decided to surprise you. Deola: It is a surprise indeed. Sha let’s get out of here. Me: Why did you come on foot? Where is your car? Deola: My house is very close by, as you will soon find out. As we walk along, people were just looking on. I am not a superhuman but I could hear their thoughts very clearly, “Who is this chick?”, “Men, this girl is dang!”, “Wow! Sweet.” I kept quiet without responding to those thoughts. The one that had the confidence to whistle towards our direction received a dirty slap right there at the spot, in my mind. Idiot! Finally, we got to her house. Thank God. Those preying eyes will cease. There ain’t no way I am gonna go back home without her dropping me. I can’t afford another mind-reading scenario. She opened the gate with a key she was holding, Me: No gateman or guard? Deola: Not yet oo. We are still looking for one. Me: How many tenants are there in this house? Deola: Just two. My neighbour is a single business man who hardly stays at home. So, for now, I am both a tenant and the gateman. Me: Hahahahaha. Pele oo. Deola: Femi stop please. The building was housed around a very beautiful garden. Everywhere was green. There is a Tennis Court, Basketball Court and a swimming pool. Truly, it is only a big girl that can afford a place like this. Me: How much do you pay for this place annually? Deola: 3.6 million. Me: Excuse me? What did you say? Deola: 3.6 million. Me: Yepa! I go buy 1 acre of land with that in Ikorodu area oo. Deola: Really? Well, I don’t pay it all alone. My dad pay almost everything. Me: Oh, I see. That’s cool. Deola stays in a 3 bedroom flat. Her house was well furnished and appealing. I became a kid in my own eyes when I saw the magnificence of Deola’s apartment. Na so I start to dey look like zombie wey no see zobo drink. Deola: Have your sit Femi. What can I offer you? Me: I am not done sight seeing Deola. This place is massive and sparkling. Wow. Your apartment rendered my own a kitchen! Deola: Femi ooo. Please, what can I offer you? Me: Woma, anything… Just anything. Deola: I will have to cook then cos if you had told me about your coming earlier, I would have prepared something you know? Me: I no dey complain oo. While Deola left for kitchen, I took the chance to savour the beauty of her house. I noticed that her TV is 2x the size of my own. This girl is more than ok. Could this be the reason why she wasn’t in any relationship? Guys might have found her proud & unsubmissive. Well, I will find out more about her, soon. To Be Continued

Deola came back with eba and vegetable soup mixed with egusi. Deola: Femi, your food is ready. Please manage it. She lead me to the dinning table where she had arranged the plates neatly. She uncovered the plate that housed the soup. Wow! I began to salivate at the sight of the soup alone. Crying heavily in the soup are ponmo, dry fish and 3 big beef. The egusi in the soup was so thick that it over-powered the vegetables. The eba was so soft and yummy. Me: Wow! This is super amazing. Come join me now. Deola: No. The food is for you alone. Me: Thanks madam. She left the dinning table for sitting room. I devoured the food quickly as if someone is coming to take it away from me. After the meal, in an attempt to return her kind gesture when she ate in my house, I cleaned the dinning and packed the plates. The sound of someone packing plates caught Adeola’s awareness… Deola: Hold it right there man! This is my house, my rules. Me: Funny. And if I insist? Deola: No chance. Can you drop the plates now? I handed the plates to her but followed her into the kitchen and watched as she wash them. Truth be told, Deola is one neat girl. She washed her used plates immediately after use. I learnt absolute neatness and quality hygiene from her that day. I stayed 2hrs more with Deola. However, unlike her strict attitude when she was in my house yesterday, she was more freer, lively and playful today. I chased her all around her house when she poured water on me. When I got hold of her, I lifted her up and slammed her on one of the chairs in the living room. I pinned her down on the chair and climbed on her. I made sure I touched all her body parts intentionally but I made it look unintentional. After she struggled with me with no success, she resorted to begging me, Deola: Femi ooo. Enough. Please stand up. Me: Not yet. Deola: Why? Me: Beg me. Deola: I am sorry oo Femi. Stand up. Me: Peck me. Deola: Hmmmm! (she did) Me: Who is your boss? Deola: You are. Me: Who is the winner? Deola: You are. I made sure I stayed on her a little while before I purposely moved my mouth towards hers. I stylishly kissed her but made it look like an accident. She looked into my eyes, rather seductively, touched my lips but said nothing. I left pinning her and sat up. She sat up too but started looking at me and smiling at the same time. Me: What’s funny? Deola: Nothing really. I don’t know the last time I had this kind of fun. Me: Really? Well, I can still do some more if you want to. Deola: Not today again. E don do. Maybe next time ok? Me: I am always available. Deola: Can I have a dance Femi? Me: Dance? I can’t dance oooo. Deola: C’mon, I will teach you how. She put on her home theater system and played Celine Dion’s ‘I am Your Angel’. Deola: C’mon Femi, let dance. I pretended I don’t know how to dance. So, I allowed her take the initiative. She held my right hand with her left and used her right to draw me closer to her. Her Bosom closely touching my chest and we swing and move to the slow rhythm of the song. I tried as much as possible not to have a hard on but, no be my fault, the thing tanda gidigba. *dodges slap…dodges stone* We were in that position when my phone started vibrating. I stopped the dance to see who is calling. When I checked, it was Cynthia. I gestured to Deola to bring down the volume of the song, which she did, Me: Hey dude (I said dude because I wnat Deola to believe I was talking to a guy) Cynthia: Dude? You no check your phone before you answer am? Me: I no check sorry. How far? Cynthia: I am in approaching Lagos oo. I just say make I tell you. Me: Ok no wahala. Let me know when you’re coming sha. Cynthia: Alright. Bye. Call ends. Deola: Who was that. Me: Wale, a friend. He needs my laptop for some work so I offered to lend him mine. Deola: Ok. That means you will be leaving soon right? Me: In fact, I should be on my way now. Deola: Eeyah! I wish you would stay a little while. Me: (I moved closer to her) I wish to stay too but I just have to go. Deola: Ok. Let me drop you then. She went inside and brought out her car key. We left her house and drove to my place. I wanted to step out of the car when we got to my gate but she insisted she wanna drive inside and stay a little while before leaving. My heart raced so fast in fear of Cynthia arriving while Deola is still with me. We got inside rather slowly. I noticed that Deola was a little quiet and reserved to herself. I moved closer to where she sat and said, Me: What is wrong with you Deola. You’ve been rather moody since we arrived. Are you alright? She didn’t reply. Me: Deola, talk to me now. Did I… Shocker! With all sincerity in my heart, I tell you guys, Deola kissed me! I sat there looking clueless. I thought I was dreaming. I touched my lips to feel if truly someone just kissed me. All the while she sat down there looking at me. I closed all my senses and conscience that moment… I kissed Deola back! To Be Continued…

Our lips were still glued together with my hands probing her body (especially her bossoms, my favourite) when we heard a knock on the door. As if we both heard the sound of a gun, we jumped out of sit and separated. My heart raced heavily in fear. Could that be Cynthia at the door? But she told me she’s gonna call me when she’s enroute my house now. What will I tell Deola whom I just kissed if Cynthia meets her here? Who will I tell Cynthia that Deola is if she finds me, a whole me, alone with a fine yarinya like Deola? *faints* Me: Please hold on. Like a clueless man looking for his keys in a pot of soup, I kept looking around as if I had lost some valuables. Deola: What are you looking for? Me: My keys. Deola: Keys to where? Me: The door and… How foolish! The key is right there at the door. I guess the fear of who is behind the door got hold of me badly. Eventually, I found courage to ask. Me: Who is there? Garfar: Oga, na me, Garfar. Mtcheewww. Mehn, the spirit of Mike Adenuga engulfed my heart. I stood still there for some seconds fuming within myself. Which kind hypertension this guy wan give me sef? In Adenuga’s voice I said, Me: Come in Garfar. Garfar: Yes sir. Garfar came inside while Deola looked on… Me: What is it Garfar? Garfar: Oga, I say make I come tell you say I wan go buy garri for bus stop. Me: Seriously? Anyways, is that all? Garfar: Yes oga. Me: Ok. You can go. Once Garfar left, my mind told me that that was a sign that Cynthia might come in that manner too anytime from now. I don’t wanna put myself in any mess at all at all. What can I do to make Deola leave already ooo? I have an idea. I pretended I was making a call and said, Me: Wale how far? Are you still coming? … You said? … I should come? …. What happened? …. Ha? … Really? … Ok. Don’t worry. I’ll be there in… errrrmmm,….let’s say 5-10mins. Is that ok? …. Alright. Later. I returned to Deola who was already standing up, getting ready to leave, Deola: It seems you’re going out Me: Yeah. That guy wants me to bring the laptop to him. He said his mum suddenly slumped and there is no one to look after her. Deola: Oh! I hope she’s ok? Me: Well, I think so because he won’t be asking for a laptop if something bad had happened to his mother. Deola: Yea you’re right. Let me be on my way then. Me: Not so fast woman. Let’s continue from where we stopped. Deola: Yes, but not here. Come to my place tomorrow morning. Atleast, there will be no Garfar to interrupt. Me: Hmmmm! That sounds interesting to me. But, what about a goodnight kiss, you know? Deola drew me nearer and tongue-kissed me. There is one thing that stands Deola out as a kisser: she doesn’t kiss as Nigerian girls do. She is a real professional kisser to the extent that when she kisses someone, such will not even bother to ask for s*x because, truth be told, her kiss can make you come! I am not surprised though; I can’t expect less from a girl who got disflowered age 19 in England by a White Boy (I am no racist oo. I just wanna make a distinction). Does it matter if she was disflowered by a white or a black boy? For me, yes! We blacks don’t have the patience for foreplays. We just wanna do the thing sharply and be done over with. It does not work that way. Most girls don’t enjoy s*x with us because we don’t give them what really turn them on like kissing, romance, cuddling, stroking or hairs, giving heads, singing, bathing them, telling them what they wanna hear and so on. We just rush into the thing and within 5-10mins of jacking, we are done! Phewwww! Boring, boring, boring! Loving making is a science, an art that someone must study and master the act. It goes beyond inserting your sim card into a phone. Respect the phone first na! The whites are not so. Studies showed that the whites prefer longer hours of foreplays to actually doing it. It make your woman wanna ask for more. Make we learn from them abeg. #Enough. We kissed for another minutes before she left. I pretended I was actually going to see Wale by carrying my laptop’s bag as we made our way downstairs. I asked her to drop me at the bus stop where I will pick a bus to Wale’s house. Once she dropped me and make a turn to her house, I looked left and right, turned around and went back home. I tried to rearrange the sitting room, cleaned my room and make everything ready for Cynthia’s visit. The eba I had taken in Deola’s house is enough to last the night. But I know Cynthia won’t have that with me. She will demand I eat again, and again, and again. So, I prepared a little spag mixed with Sardine and fried egg. I have still got some juice left in the fridge, so I thought that will suffice both of us when she arrives. I dialed my queen, Ini’s number and we had little gist that night. I told her I won’t be at home in the morning. She asked where I was going and I told her the ‘Wale’ ruse again. She bought it, and that paved the way for me to go explore Deola … again! I sat down at home reminiscing about the almost impossible situation I just into with Deola. What looks like a no go area has suddenly become a site of possibility for me. What made her change her stance all of a sudden? Do I have what it takes to fit into Deola’s world? Yes we kissed; and so? All I could hang on to was the sentence of probability she left me with: “…Not here … come to my house tomorrow.” Now I have got me 3 cards on the table: Cynthia, Ini and Deola. 3 different characters and personality. Cynthia is an extrovert, Ini an introvert and Deola, the confused type. Confused because she was neither here nor there. I don’t know what is it she wants to do with me. Perhaps she is just toying with me. So, it is not necessary 3 girls but I can say 2.5, with every possibility of making it 3. Deola hasn’t shown me her pant yet. The farthest I have gone is kissing and cuddling. No opportunity to get inside the stadium, yet. Tomorrow is tomorrow now, let’s see what’s gonna happen. 15mins later, Cynthia called me, Cynthia: Hello dear. I am almost there o. Hope you have what I can eat? Me: Trust me. I’ve got spag and chilled juicy drink. Cynthia: Hmmmm! Yummy. That’s my babe. I feel so so weak and tired. I am definitely gonna need a hot bath tonight. Me: You must be tired truly. No problem. You can have all you want. Cynthia: Ok dear. See you later. Call ends. I was given 2 weeks off to recupirate. I got diagnosed of Blood Deficiency Anaemia, apparently because of my too much yanshing. Instead make I relax and take care of myself, I resumed the thing again 5 days later with Ini. Sometimes we are the architect of our own misfortune, and we are so quick to say na one woman for village dey do us. I was willingly threading the same path that got me sick in the first place: addiction to s*x. I slept with Ini twice in less than 24hrs; and now, Cynthia is coming to sleep over night with every possibility of having s*x again. Deola has also invited me to her house tomorrow. Who knows whether I am going to be working* there too? Yes Femi, you are now thinking straight, right? Yes. I told you I still got a good conscience and right reasoning. I just don’t use it often, especially when they are most needed. Howbeit, once something appeals to a man, it can only take God to restrain that man from going after such thing, especially when it has to do with what is inbetween ladies’ legs. That passage is both a city of pleasure as well as a cage. If you become addicted to it, like I was, you won’t be able to think straight again. All you would want to do is fix yourself: have s*x! Cynthia arrived eventually. Hanging on both hands are bags in which you tucked in her cloths in one and the other was a little light. She appeared so exhausted and famished …and a little slim. I guess the stress she went through has registered itself in her body. Me: Welcome Cynthia. Cynthia: E se ooo. Se daada la ba yin o? (Thank you. Hope I meet you well?) Me: I am holding up. How was your trip? Cynthia: Long and stressful. God saved us oo when the front tire busted. The driver almost lost control if not for God. Me: Wow! Thank God oo. Come, sit. Let me help you with those bags inside. Cynthia: Wait. The second bag is for you. That’s the trouser and shirt I bought for you. Me: Really? Wooooo! I thought you were joking ni o. Thanks dear. I went near her and gave her a peck. Cynthia: You are welcome. I need to take my bath right away. Me: Yes please. Let me heat up some water for you. Cynthia: Please do darling. I took the bags inside and brought out what she bought for me. It was a nice Polo T-Shirt with a red and white stripe and a blue jean. I tried them on and it was exactly my size, perfect! I poured some water inside the electric kettle to heat up some water for her bath. I brought out the cleanest towel and a new bathing soap. When the hot water was ready, I called out for her to come have her bath. I went to the kitchen to fetch some spags for both us while she was bathing. Her bath lasted almost 45mins. Na wah for women oo. Why do they stay that long in the bathroom? Are they washing away their sins ni? The food I served was almost getting cold by the time she finished bathing. She came to the sitting room in her night gown looking fresh and relaxed. I took a swipe at her, Me: Were you washing away your sins in the bathrooms? Cynthia: What do you mean? Me: Dang! It took you a whopping 45mins in there. Wetin happen now? Cynthia: Hahaha. I had to Femi. We couldn’t have a thorough bath in Enugu cos there were so many people vying for space in one single bathroom. We had to go inside in threes, and all we do is sprinkle water on ourselves. Me: Oh! I understand. In a nutshell, this is your first real bath since Thursday right? Cynthia: Exactly! So, I had to wash myself thoroughly. Besides, I pooed too. Me: That means I will have to wash that bathroom again tomorrow. Chai! Cynthia: Oshi. Let’s eat joor… To Be Continued…

[U]WE ARE NOW ON EPISOD40[/U] I took 5-6 spoons of spag and that was it. I wasn’t really hungry that evening. Deola’s delicacy had filled up my little tummy. I cooked the spag for Cynthia actually but lest she cry foul or complain that I don’t wanna eat, I ate with her; howbeit, a little. I stood up form where we were eating and went to the balcony. I really don’t know what took me there or the purpose. I just realised I left the sitting room for the balcony alone, while Cynthia continued to eat. I felt the need to chat with Deola and ask if she really meant what she said about me coming to see her tomorrow. I checked my pocket, front and back, but there was no phone in my pocket. I realized I had left it on the chair while eating. Chai! I’ve got so many exhibits on that phone ooo: Ini’s messages and replies, Deola’s messages and replies… Make I act fast now o before this NCC Staff (Cynthia) begin search my phone for exhibits. Me:

messages and replies, Deola’s messages and replies… Make I act fast now o before this NCC Staff (Cynthia) begin search my phone for exhibits. Me: Hey baby, have you seen my phone? Cynthia: Yes…and thank you for the security code. You no want make I see your girlfriend’s chats abi? Me: Haba? You no trust me ni? I will give you the phone after using it so you can check. Cynthia: I no need am abeg. If dem like make them be 90 or 200, none of them can deny me my right. Me: You are funny o. Where you see 200 girls now? Cynthia: I am just saying no ni. I took the phone from her, first to chat with Deola, whose name I saved as Gilgad; then a text message to my queen, whose name I saved as Chairman. Deola confirmed her stance, Ini maintained her calmness. After the necessary, I deleted all the chat histories and text messages that can implicate me on my phone. Also, I had the code removed from my phone so that Cynthia can have access to the phone if she wants to. After the meal, Cynthia indicated her readiness to sleep. She went inside without even bothering to ask if I am coming right away or not. Probably she was pissed off for her lack of access to my phone when she needed it, or that the stress of that long travel had taken a toll on her. The time was just some few minutes past 9pm now. For me, that is too early to sleep, especially when I am not going to any work the following day. I continued my film, 24, Season 5 atleast for the next 1 or 2 hours before joining Cynthia on bed. So when it was some few minutes before 11pm, I went to bed after having a little shower. *3am, on bed with Cynthia. I was in my boxers alone when I went to bed. Cynthia had slept with that her see-through night gown. She spread herself on the bed like someone compelled to fill up the bed space. That kind of position opened up everything there is to be seen in a woman. Since she slept with no pant, her p***y was there in the open and available for questioning and thorough inspection. At the sight of Cynthia’s coochie, I became weak, vulnerable and unstable. Sleep no gree catch me again; no, not with what was on display that night. Softly and silently, I untie the rope on Cynthia’s gown. This made everything come out in full view: bossoms said ‘hi’ and her coochie responded, ‘welcome.’ I removed my boxer quietly for easy, free and fair penetration, when the time comes for it. I moved my fingers slowly and sensually on Cynthia’s Kitty-Cat. I started from her legs all the way up to her choco city and further up to her mammalian gland. She was too tired, weak and far asleep to respond to any stimuli that moment. I thought of what I can do to bring her to the consciousness of what is going on that moment: why not give a head? Good option! Head it is. I rolled myself over Cynthia and moved slowly down south. I connect my tongue to her coochie and started brushing. Wherever she was in her dreams that night, Cynthia came back rushing to earth when my tongue moved in and out of her. Cynthia: Arrrgghhhh! Shhhhh. Femi please. Me: Lay still. I continued working on the coochie with my tongue for few more minutes. I thought about doing the oil massage again but I guess it is too late for that. I didn’t take me long though to deposit my weapon in her armoury. Cynthia: Do it faster…faster please. I increased the tempo according to her plea. It was a serious pounding. I maintained the speed all through the exercise as if I was on drugs. Her moaning became heavier and heavier. She held my buttocks and pressed it against hers, moving in sync with each penetration. Then suddenly, like a woman who was delivered from demonic possession, Cynthia screamed and climaxed. I thought she was satisfied; so, I slowed the tempo a little so that she can regroup. Cynthia: Don’t stop please. Faster… I obliged. I returned to the fast pace strategy synonymous to Arsenal Football Club during the Invincibles Era, Season 2003-2004. I was fast, precise and accurate with so much cutting edge and technique. She rolled me over and came on top of me with such a vigour attributed to Serena Williams. She rode me until we both exploded; first me, and then Cynthia. We slept like like babies To Be Continued…

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By default, my attention shifted away from Cynthia and Ini to Deola, the new chick. So, the s*x with Cynthia was more of a duty and not of pleasure; I did it so that Cynthia won’t complain or become suspicious. To her I was fully recovered; so a non- s*x night would have meant something is really going on. It couldn’t be that I am not ok or tired, it will be more of “Femi is seeing someone else” kind of cry. By 6:30am Cynthia was ready to leave, having taken her bath. She woke me up to notify me that is ready to leave. I volunteered to see her off but she said I shouldn’t bother. I reached for my wallet and gave her 3k for tfare which she outrightly rejected. Cynthia: Don’t bother Femi. I can get myself home. She pecked me and said her goodbyes while I went back to bed. I couldn’t really sleep once Cynthia left. I had to do some soul searching. What is going on: Cynthia, Ini and Deola? I am not used to this kind of life mehn. The 3 of them are like the kind of women you will meet out there: loud, soft and moderate respectively. Seriously, I am a kind of reserved, shy and secretive person. I don’t speak much in public except when I wanna argue football; and after the argument, I went back into my shell. So na where I come take see this kind of life: playing around 3 girls simultaneously. I noticed that I am always in fear whenever I am with any of them because, since they all have access to my house now, each of them can just walk in anytime, anyday without restraints. And if any of them caught me cheating, I don enter am be that! My pick out of the 3 of them? Your guess is as good as mine: it’s definitely gonna be Ini. I love this Calabar Girl like I loved my mum. I don’t wanna hurt her feelings no matter what. How can I lay off Cynthia, who happened to be the most socially inclined and a little wayward out of the 3? And why on earth would I pass up the chance of yanshing Deola, a big girl full of surprises up her sleeve? Lailai: not even now that she’s started to show me her real colour and intention. Not even today that she told me to come to her house if I want something I’ve never seen before. What a dilemma, an irony of life, an anti- climax, law of diminishing returns taking its full effect, the height of human insatiability! But like Professor Radjack’s advice to Rico in the film, The Starship Troopers, “…never pass up a good thing”, Deola was the name on my lips that morning. She is my new adventure, my new Disney Land, my experiment lab. Let’s go see what she’s gonna do. Whether she comes up positive or negative, the experience is still gonna be worth the trial; after all, I kissed her passionately yesterday. So, even if she eventually change her mind about going further with me, what is done is done; or can one restitute kissing ni? So let’s see what’s gonna happen; even if the sun refuses to shine, heaven is not gonna fall. I’ve got my Ini right here anyday to make me happy. But as a man, I can’t pass up the chance to explore other places. You never can tell, there might be goldmine in that treasure island. Before I left home that morning, I took a spare of the keys to my apartment to Ini in the supermarket. I told her to keep it cos I might need her help one way or another once I resume work. I couldn’t imagine giving Cynthia a spare of my keys; I don marry her be that because she no go comot for my house. I trust Ini with all my life, I can be sure of my safety with her. My problem however is that I can’t stay faithful to her; no, not with Cynthia and Deola lurking around. Me: I won’t stay long. But if I do, here is 3k, see what you can cook with it for me ok? Ini: Ok. Have a nice day. That simple! Life is just that simple with Ini: no questions, no troubles, no mistrust. I will say it again: INI IS A WIFE MATERIAL, HAPPY IS THE MAN THAT FINDS SUCH AS WIFE, FOR HE WILL HAVE NO FEAR. I called Deola to inform her that I am already on my way and she was like, Deola: What? Don’t you sleep at all? It’s just 8 in the morning dude. Me: The earlier I come, the longer the hours to spend with you. You will be off soon by 2pm. Deola: Arrrghh! I am still on bed ooo. Shey you know how to locate my house now from that filling station? Me: Yea I can. Deola: Better. I’ll open the gate already. Me: Fine…but don’t tell me I am coming to get you up from bed and bath you o. Deola: Seriously. I wish I can find who will do that to me. Me: Well, I can; if you permit. Deola: Hmmmm! Femi? You’re a p***y. Please, you can start coming. Me: Alright. I figured that Cynthia should be home already by the time I called Deola. I called her and she corroborated my stance. I told her I was going to see someone close by and true to her colours, she said, Cynthia: Hmmm! Dem don dey call you now abi? Now wey your body don normal small dem no go make you rest again. Go ooo, go; go and show them you are back! WTF! What on earth is wrong with this woman for God’s sake! She makes me wanna puke mehn! I hung up the call on Cynthia before she ruined my momentum that morning. Alakoba oshi. 20mins later, I was in Deola’s house. There is a bell at the main gate. After I press the bell, the gate opened up from the inside. When I came in, I saw a short paper placed under a small stone in which was written, “Please secure the gate with the code: 5**1. Deola” I followed the instruction and secured the gate. I made my way to her apartment slowly and majestically. The door to her apartment was slightly opened for me so that I don’t have to knock. Again when I came inside, I saw another short paper on which was written, “Please close and lock the door.” I did as I was told. As I made my way to her living room, I sniffed the smell of fried egg, oozing from the kitchen. I sensed Deola was up already and probably cooking for me (or us). Me: Good morning ooo. Deola: Morning Femi. I hope you don’t mind plantain and egg, both fried? Me: At all oo. But how are you so sure that I’ve not taken my breakfast before coming? Deola: I don’t have to know now. This is my house remember? My rule applies. So, whether you’ve eaten before coming or not, you must eat it ni. Me: Ok ooo. I’ve not eaten anything actually, and what you’ve got going on in that kitchen girl, is the real deal. Deola: Keep flattering. I’ll be done soon anyways. Underneath Deola center table is a photo album. The album wasn’t there when we were together yesterday; else I would have seen it. I picked the album and started scanning it without waiting for an invitation. I saw some of her pictures while she was in school in England: her friends, her teachers, as a cheerleader, her presentation in class and so on. Also in the album were pictures of her at Stamford Bridge, London. Other pictures include her mum’s and her dad’s visit to her house in Birmingham. Then, I saw that white boy that took away Deola’s flower. How did I know? There were many pictures they took together while kissing, handling and running after each other at a beach party. Deola only had her bikini on; and the guy, a short pant. I could see the guy’s machine from the picture asking questions from Deola’s Kitty- Cat. Mtchewwww! Oshi. I feel like punching the guy right in the face from the picture. “How could you disflower a 19yr old student for God’s sake? Are you insane?”, I asked from my mind. Come to think of it, I am even more handsome than the guy sef who looks like an albino. I was venting my anger and showing my displeasure on the guy when Deola called for my attention. She had only a zebra colour nightie on her that morning, Deola: Oh! I see you’ve found the album already. Me: Yes. And I think I’ve seen the albino that took your flower… Deola: Femi? Where did you see him in the album? Me: Hmmm. I saw him with one girl that looks like you, kissing each other and having fun at a beach party! Deola: And? Me: His machine almost escaped his pants while they kissed. Deola: I don’t know what to say to you. Me: Don’t say anything. Am I right or wrong? Deola: I don’t know. Come to the table. The food is ready. I guess I caught her there. She felt a little embarrassed by my description of the guy or rather, a swipe at her. Wetin concern me? I am just describing what I saw now. On the table were plates of fried egg and fried plantain. Beside them was a jug and tin of milk. Me: Am I eating alone? Deola: Yes. I will eat mine later. I need to go brush my teeth and take my bath. Me: Then I will wait for you. Deola: The food will cool off if you don’t take it hot. Me: Don’t you have a microwave? Don’t worry, I will wait until you’re done bathing. Deola: Sure? Me: Why not? That reminds me, you said you needed someone to bath you. I am available if you, errmmm… truly want it. Deola: I can bath myself brother, thanks and no thanks. She turned around to leave but I held her hand, Me: What if I tell you I haven’t taken my bath too? I thought it would be nice to come bath with you here, you know? Deola: Sure you can. There are 2 bathrooms here. You use one, and I use the other. Simple. In fact, we may even decide to use a single bathroom one after the other. Me: That’s not what I mean Deola. (I moved closer to her, looked into her eyes, licked my lips and said), I mean…..let’s have it together. I bath your back, you bath mine. I….. I……. I..mean, you know what I am talking about right? Before she replied, I planted a kiss on her right there on the spot. She couldn’t resist me, no, not in that kind of mood. I moved my hands slowly upwards her bossom (this my hand ehn?) and started caressing her Bosom. When I noticed she wasn’t responding to my overtures, I stopped. I felt I have offended her. So, apologies started flowing outta my mouth, Me: I am sorry Deola? I just thought you are with… Before I could finish my apology, she responded with the kiss of her own. I was shocked. It took me like 30sec to sync. What a twist of fate: from apology to hot kissing! To Be Continued…

Deola: Femi… Femi… Stop! Femi stop. Me: No baby. We can’t stop. Where is your bedroom? Deola started crying, she neither wanted me to continue nor willing to stop it herself. With a lackluster wavering, we moved towards the door of her room. At the entrance of her room, we struggled a little again for what ought to be and what ought not to be. Eventually, I prevailed over her resistance. I loosed the nightie on her and all she had left was her black pant. Her Bosom, though not so big, was moderately fair, firm and flashy. She’s got a super amazing body like that of Jeniffer Lopez in her mid 20s: not-too-big bottom, not-too-big Bosom, long hair, dark eyes, fresh and clean body. She was so clean that you wouldn’t believe she hadn’t taken her bath that morning. She’s a medical doctor now; she should understand all the physiotherapeutic and physiological exercises. Besides, she had told me she hit the gym twice a month to keep fit. Scanning through her body made me forgive the white guy that disflowered her. You can’t stand and watch this super amazing damsel UnCloth herself before you and then walk away. Such a person must be under a spell or a eunuch. You just have to do something, even if na to finger her. Lol. I pushed more on the kissing and gave her no chance of resistance. She finally subscribed to my idea and took over the kissing. I used the time to remove my cloths and left my ever present flexible boxer. Deola’s room was a beauty. You will be willing to lose your virginity when you’re in her room. She’s got a bed big enough to contain 4 people conveniently. The floor of her room was all rugged with those type of rug that can pass for apoche. She’s got a 2 Horse Power Air Condition in her room that made the atmosphere in her room sexually ready. She wrapped her arms around me as I carry her straight on to her bed. I laid beside her and use my hands to full effect. I think the most active part of my body, aside my Joystick, is my hand; my right hand to be precise. It has become so trained that, by default, it finds its way to the most sensitive parts of a female’s body, even to the parts I didn’t send it. I was very meticulous with Deola that morning lest she changed her mind. I must be careful enough to get the best out of this seeming dalliance with Deola. This is a chance to f**k a TOKUNBO p***y. **Tokunbo in this context and as a yoruba man, means someone who comes from another country and willingly settle down with people of another country who are alien to his/her culture, norms, beliefs and practices. As for Deola, she was born and schooled in England. So, she could pass for a Tokunbo in this context.** I started from her laps all the way to her Bosom. I kissed every part of her body. She just laid there on the bed with one of her arms covering her eyes and her mouth, opening and closing in sync with the feeling of the moment. Her breathing became audible slowly and gradually. I concentrated on her Bosom and sucked the hell outta it. Then, when I saw that she was in the mood, I moved my hand down south into her pants. One of my fingers rested on her clit, and that was the beginning of a s*x lesson even for an addict like me. She wriggled as if she was in shock when I touched I clit. She closed her laps against my hand inside her pant, apparently because of the high sexual sensitivity my hand was making her feel. I removed her pants at the end; well, not without struggling with her. I must say here that Deola is very very strong; more like a wrestler. I had to dig deep inside myself as a man to overpower her. With my boxer off my body, I booked two first class return tickets, LAG/LON/LAS, Emirates Airline, exclusively for Deola and I. It was a journey I still savour uptil now. That was the first time I had s*x and wished it never end. I climaxed like 5 times that day. I no fit stand up after the act. She had to go bring the food into her room and we ate on the her bed. After the meal, I told her I feel like sleeping. She smiled and left for the bathroom to take her bath. We started the s*x almost 11’Oclock and we stopped or rather, I got tired around some minutes past 1pm. When she was done bathing and making up, getting ready to leave for work, she came to me on the bed, kissed me and said, Deola: I am ready to go. C’mon, get up and get dressed so I can drop you at home. Me: Drop me? I am tired. Please lock me inside. I will be here until you come back. Deola: Are you serious? Me: Very seriously. I just love it here. Don’t worry, I will be fine. Deola: If that’s what you want. Ok. I will drop a key with you so that you can lock the main gate when you are leaving. I will drop by your house to collect the key when I am returning from work. Me: How many of this key do you have? Deola: 2: one for me, the other for my neighbour. Me: Since your neighbour is not around, can I hold on to this one for the time being. I may decide to come here anytime. Deola: Femi? It’s ok. Keep it. To Be Continued…

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@Swtharyomi

femi is now in paradise....isorite.

U don reqister 4 deola..

Finally u reach there

DAMN IT! You was never supposed to have sex with her when you don't know what you feel for her either lust or love ... You took advantage of an innocent girl... When they all find out you're fuckin'em randomly then you'll know the line "if you sneeze you get shot".. you better choose one of the three and cut connection outta the rest'fore its too late. ..

Hope u r going 2 heal up wt dis ur sex addicts....

Deola left me there in the house for work. There is no soothing way to relax and refresh oneself after such a nerve-jerking and life- threatening hot-s*x with Deola. It was as if I just lost all my blood in one single shot. Thank God for the timely intervention of the food, I for don collapse. I need not describe how tight her juice was. Guys, I f**ked and was f**ked by that Tokunbo girl. Before I slept, I called Ini to inform her about the change of plans, Me: Hello baby. How are things over there? Ini: Good sir. How far? Where are you? Me: Remember the Wale friend I told you about whose mother slipped? Ini: Yes I do. Is that where you are? How is she now? Me: Yes that’s where I am and Ini, things doesn’t look the way my friend puts it last night oo. She is gonna go through an operation pretty soon and I had to stay with my friend. So that means I am not coming home anytime soon. Ini: Eeyah. Sorry ooo. God will be with her. Me: Amen oo. So what did you cook? Ini: I am cooking vegetable soup for you and poundo yam. But since you’re not coming anytime soon, I am gonna suspend the poundo yam so that it won’t get cold. Me: That’s nice of you Ini. I missed you my queen. Ini: I missed you too so so much. I thought you’re gonna come into my courtyard today. I am so Hot. Me: Me too my angel. Don’t worry baby. I will make it up to you. Ini: Be careful there ok? Me: I will. Call ends. Phewww! I just bought some time for myself there. But as I was thanking my luck for how I managed to trick Ini, a sense of guilt engulfed my heart. I not only cheated on Ini, I lied to her too. I was very remorseful after the call. This is the girl that has been so simple, truthful, gentle, loving, helpful and wonderful to me. She has opened the door of her life to me so much that there seems to be no more space left in her heart for another man. How then do I always feel comfortable when I cheat on her? It hurts me but I can’t help it. Most guys are like me. We don’t really wanna cheat on our girls but we just couldn’t pass up the chance to flex whenever the opportunity presents itself, especially when its not gonna cost us anything! I know there are some of us who just don’t care, who are straight up pussymongers but trust me, there are still many more out there who will think twice before even subscribing to cheating on their girl. Some of us are tempted with opportunity to ‘try out’ other girls, especially when our own girl starts acting up. I am not campaigning for guys here ooo. All I am saying is we are not all bad. I know some guys who will never cheat on their girl, no matter what! Because of the silly speculation of Cynthia earlier, I got angry; eventhough she was right. The law says “no man is guilty of any offence until he is tried and convicted by the law.” What proof has she that I was going to meet a girl? That’s one trait I hate about her. She is prone to premature speculation and conclusion – although some are true, many of them are ruse. Na she sabi jare. I decided not to call her again throughout that day. Gradually, the sleep began to set in. Before I close my eyes finally to sleep, Deola sent me a message, “I’m at work now. Oluwafemi, thanks for today. It’s been almost a year since I had such a pleasurable moment. You made me feel a woman again. Femi, I don’t believe I’m gonna say this: I think I’m falling in love with you.” I read the message over again, especially the last sentence, “…Femi,… I think I’m falling in love with you.” Yepa! See gobe! I don die. Love? Sleep clear comot for my eyes sharp sharp. I think I have bitten more than I can chew this time. I thought my dalliance with Deola is just gonna be a one-off, a non-committal sexual fling. But now, it looks like she has found the word “love” in her dictionary again. I don enter one chance! What am I going to do with this new development? My fragile and small heart can only love one person at a time. You can’t love two people same way; not in this life. I felt like replying Deola’s message and tell her to forget about the word, ‘love’, at least for now. But how can I? How can I tell a woman who just gave me her body less than 2hrs ago that I happy with her promo? How can close up a promising profitable venture just because someone may not like? Not doubt, for that moment, Deola was the best f**k of all time. She was a master of her own body, she twists, she turns, she opens and closes her body at interval. Mehn! Apologies guys, Deola is the new name on my lips after that mind blowing s*x with her. But not so fast. What about my Calabar Girl Ini? What am I going to tell her is the excuse if she notice that I don’t have time for her anymore? What about Cynthia? Even if she just made me angry, she still hold a special place in my heart. She did her part when I was sick. In the song, N.O.T.O.R.I.O.U.S by Biggy ft P. Diddy, he said “more money, more problem.” But as for me, it is definitely, “more p***y, more trouble.” *sighs* To Be Continued

I woke up some minutes past 5 confused by that disturbing revelation from Deola. Wetin I go do now sef? Should I tell her I’m not ready for love now? Common sense slapped my conscience that if truly I wasn’t ready for her love, I shouldn’t have reeled into her sweet p***y at all. But now that I’ve tasted it, there is no going back. Na to just go and strategize and come up with a master plan to play around these 3 girls without creating any awareness or leaving any trace of cheating behind. I entered Deola’s bathroom to take my bath. Her bathroom is just too superb. She’s got a bathtub, taps for hot and cold water, a clean white towel and a mirror whose height is as tall as I am. For a start, I undressed myself & stood before the mirror to admire myself and my arsenal. I turned left and right to see if I look the part. Am I really cute and s*xy**? For a quick glance, I checked my d**k which was already in full Attention; apparently due to the chilling condition of Deola’s bathroom or still revelling in the euphoria of penetrating Deola hours ago. I felt proud of myself, my Johnny and my luck! After my bath, I got dressed to go home. I called Ini to inform her that I am on my way home. As for Cynthia, we still dey quarrel. I am not going to call or text her until she realise her wrong and apologise. As I was trying to lock the gate, a girl walked by. She looked so clean, tight and pretty. For my mind I was like, “Na Mammywaters dey live for this area?” She’s got a really big ukwu that can make one speak in tongue. Sharply, I locked the gate and started walking the path of the girl. She wore a long red gown that brought out all her glorious shape. A moderate height, ebony skin, white teeth and long hair. Me: Good morning. She turned herself about to see who is greeting. She scanned me from head to toe, sizing me up and my essense. She replied, Girl: Good morning. Do I know you somewhere? Me: No. I don’t think you’ve met someone like me. And truth be told, I don’t think I’ve seen a girl like you around this vicinity. Girl: I don’t stay around here. I came to see someone but he’s not at home. A he? Maybe her boyfriend. One could sense a tone of disappointment in her voice as she said of not meeting the guy at home. Me: Didn’t you tell him you are coming? Girl: It’s a little complicated. We had a quarrel last night at the club, and since then, he has been refusing to talk to me. Me: I am sorry. Though this is none of my business but I think he’s a little harsh. I am Femi by the way. Girl: I am Janet. Me: So where are you heading now, Janet? Janet: I’m going back home. Me: Where is that? Janet: Badore, Ajah. Me: Wow! That far? I stay close by here in Ikate. I made sure I followed her to bus stop. She was very sober that evening. I kinda felt sorry for her. When we got to the bus stop, she crossed to the other side to get a bus home. I brought out my wallet secretly, counted like 4k out of the 7k I had with me and gave it to her, Me: Please Janet, I know you don’t know me and I don’t know you but, sometimes, this is how good friendship starts. Here is a token for your transport home. And please, stop being sober. He might answer the next call. She looked at me a little surprised. I stretched my hands towards her with the money codedly wrapped up in my hand. She slowly took the money from me and said, Janet: I don’t know what to say. Me: Say nothing Janet. It’s nice meeting you. Janet: Me too. Please can I have your pin, mobile, email…anything? Me: That’s no problem. I gave her my phone number and BB Pin and I collected hers too. I watched as she joined a bus home. She waved to me and I waved back. *Dodges slap… stones… cutlass… bottles.* No be my fault now. I called Ini when I got home. She sounded a little relieved and happy. Ini: Welcome back. I will see you when I close tonight so that I can prepare the poundo yam for you. I hope you’ve taken something sha to keep you up? Come ke? Wey Deola dey come in the evening? Me: Don’t bother to come again tonight. I will be fine. I will send Garfar to you now. Please give him a bottle of chin-chin and 5 Alive Juice. I’ll eat that before I make eba for tonight. Ini: Why Femi? I missed you. Me: I missed you too my queen but I am a little stressed out and tired. Let’s make it tomorrow ok? I promise you, I will decorate you beyond measure. Ini: Ok oo. If you say so. Me: Thank you for understanding me my queen. Ini: You’re welcome my king. I called Deola too to inform her that I am home already, Me: Hey D. How are you? I am home. Deola: Ok Femi. Pele. Did you get my text? Me: I do Deola. Deola: So? What do you think? Me: I think we need to see and talk things out…as mature guys, you know? Deola: That sounds nice. I’ll see you on my way home tonight. What should I get you? Me: Get me anything that is Femi-complaint, especially the one that comes from your heart. Deola: Your words can make a dumb speak. Stop twisting my head! I never expected anything from Janet, save her call or text message thanking me for the little gift I gave her. Besides, I was sincerely hoping and wishing that she reconcile with her boyfriend. There was no thought of any relationship with her whatsoever. I’ve got 3 ladies already to deal with, I no get the liver to add another one. Although Ini calls me a king, my kind of king is not the pre- colonial Nigeria kind of kings. They lived exuberantly, ruled autocratically and authoritatively without apology. Some of them compel’d & forced themselves on beautiful ladies they met on the road. They don’t care if such a lady has a fiance or not. In fact, some of them go to the extent eliminating a stubborn fiance who is not willing to let go his bethroded wife. My own kind of king, according to Ini, is simple, considerate, open- hearted, fun, caring and know how to please his woman IN ALL WAYS. That’s by the way though. I got home around 6pm. I called Ini to inform her of my arrival and my intention to send Garfar right away for the package. Garfar came back with the package…and a short stapled white paper. I opened up the paper and saw a message from Ini, “I Love you baby. I missed you so much. Stop startving me. Should I come tonight?” I smiled upon reading the message. I texted her back that, “Baby I wish so. I love you and I’ve missed you too. I am weak tonight. I promise you, before this time tomorrow, I will be fine.” Lest I bore you guys with my love stories about Ini, I believe I have said enough about how strong my love for her is; regardless other pu**ies around me. I assured her that evening that all will be well soon enough. I sent Deola a message too that I am at my place. Her first concern was if I locked her gate. She no even let that one wait. Deola walk around with love and hate. I went inside the kitchen to see for myself the soup Ini cooked. There is no doubting Ini’s skill in the kitchen. A yoruba adage said that, “food is the gateway to a man’s heart…and a woman who expresses her skills in the kitchen, owns the man.” Ini, both in the kitchen and on bed, is a flawless woman. The soup was superbly cooked and made ready. I made eba for myself and a little for Deola in case she wanna eat. Around 9pm, when Ini had long gone home, Deola arrived. Now a regular in the eyes of Garfar, she enjoyed free entry and exit into my house with no questions asked. A knock on the door signaled her arrival, Me: Who’s there? Deola: Who else are you expecting? Me: No one but you actually. Deola: Better. I opened the door and she came inside, Me: Welcome dear. Deola: Thanks baby. Can I have a hug please? We hugged and I pecked her. Me: How was your day? Deola: It went pretty well. And yours? Me: I’ve been sleeping all day. I am just too tired. Deola: Why are you tired? She asked cynically with one of her eyes rolled up in anticipation of my reply. Me: You asked as if you don’t know the Royal Rumble that happened on your bed this morning. Deola: Femi oooo! What Royal Rumble? Is my room Madison Square Garden? Me: Na you sabi. What did you bring for me? Deola: Hmmmm! Good question. She dropped her bag and began to empty it until she carefully brought out a black small nylon. She handed it over to me and said, Deola: That’s what my heart decides to buy for you. Know this that you are more than this anytime, anyday. When I unwrapped the bag, I saw a gold wrist- watch and a new Blackberry phone! Jesus! I don enter am. Ha? This expensive things just for me? The last time I priced that wrist- watch at Silverbird Galleria, VI, the price was around 50k. She got me the latest Blackberry Bold then, sold for 93k. I stayed mute because I was short of words. I couldn’t say anything. I just kept looking at her, not knowing if I should scream for joy or not. I was hit with reality that Deola has truly fallen in love with me. Those gifts were to prove it beyond any reasonable doubt that she meant it when she said those words. Deola: Why are you quiet? Don’t you like them? Me: I am quiet because I don’t know what to say. If I do know what to say then I don’t know how to say it. If I know how to say it then I think I lack the capacity to say it. If I do have the capacity to say it then I think I am not worthy to say it. I am confused right now. Deola: Femi! It’s just a gift. Please manage them. I would have done more but I… Me: Done more? These right here can get me a return ticket to London conveniently. Deola: Hahahah! Femi ooo. You’re a clown. Me: In fact, call me your fool; I will surely and gladly be one for you. I am grateful Deola. God bless you. I stood up from my sit and went to where she was. I gave her a firm hug and a warm kiss. She held me tight and adjusted her mouth so that the kiss can penetrate more. After the kiss, she asked, Deola: You told me that you want us to talk as mature guys earlier today. What is it about? Me: Deola, don’t trouble yourself. It doesn’t matter anymore! To Be Continued…

Deola: Ok. Where is my key please? Me: Key? Why now? I told you that I’m going to hang on to this for the time being now, since your neighbour is not at home. Deola: Ooooo. Ok. But you have to give me tonight cos I didn’t take the other one when I left home today. You can have it anytime you come to my place Reluctantly, I released the key. I asked her afterwards if she’s hungry. I told her I had prepared eba for both of us with a nice vegetable soup. Deola: Vegetable soup? How is that possible? Or, let me ask properly, who cooked the supposed “nice vegetable soup”? You told me you arrived past 6pm, right? When did you go to the market to get the ingredients? Talk about close marking and mind-piercing question. My fast instinct failed me that moment. I couldn’t think of what to say without implicating myself. No, not now that I just received precious gifts from Deola. Not that she’s gonna collect them o but it definitely gonna leave a crack on the wall. That might spell the end of us in an instant. From nowhere, I just opened my mouth and said, Me: Actually I didn’t cook it, my cousin did. Deola: You have a cousin around here? Me: Yes. She stays in Elf Bus stop. She’s a student of Mass Communication in UNILAG. She comes around at interval to say hello. Deola: Really? But you never talked about her. Me: Because you never asked. If you had, I would have. Deola: That’s interesting. Can I meet her? Me: Sure. I’ll hook you guys up later on. Phewww! Fear grab me like mad. Thank God she bought it that moment cos I no get any for cousin anywhere ooo. That was the devil talking. She declined eating that evening on the premise that she had taken something at work before she closed. She stayed few more minutes before telling me she wanna start going, Deola: I should be on my way Femi. It’s getting late. Me: Haba Deola? It’s just past 9 now; and it’s not as if you’re going to work early. Stay with me a little now ehn, baby. I went to her sit and sat at the edge of her chair. With my right arm wrapped around her shoulder, I plunged myself all over her, pressing on her all my weight. Deola: You will suffocate me with this your weight brother. Me: I won’t relieve you if you’re still bent on leaving now. Deola: Ok. I am not going now again. I will stay. Me: Better. That’s my girl. Baby, you know what, I think you are superb this morning. I almost fainted after that mind-blowing s*x. Deola: Hmmm. I don’t know if something is mind- blowing or not. I just made sure I had fun, that’s all. Me: Baby it was breathtaking. I have never met your kind all my life. Deola: You can say that day again. There can be no other me anywhere in the world. Me: I said we should talk earlier right? Deola: Yea, but you also said I shouldn’t bother about it. Me: Don’t mind me. I am a shy person really but now, I think I’ve got my groove and mojo back. Deola: Really? Let it out then. Me: I think I love you too Deola. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. Deola: You think, or you know? Me: I know…and I am confessing it my dear. I love you too. Deola: That makes the two of us then. Good. Can I go now? One thing that stood Ini out is the simplicity, conviction and sincerity in her voice whenever she talks. She would look me in the eye before she says anything that’s very important. However, Deola is not like that. I mean, I just told her I loved her and all she asked was if she could leave? WTF! No display of emotional feeling? I thought she’s gonna shout, scream, be happy, hug me, kiss me… you know? Just do something. She just sat down there with her head bowed as if she has been asked not to look up. She made me regret opening my mouth to tell her I love her. That’s not the kind of expression that befits a confession of love. I just wanna puke. Me: Yes, you can leave. She stood up, picked up her bag, adjusted her dress and walked straight at the door. I stood up and followed her to walk her to her. She turned around suddenlyand hugged me. She sank her tongue into my mouth and said, Deola: I love you very much Femi with all my heart. Please, don’t break it like Wale? Yeah! That’s what I am talking about. That looks more like it. Why pretend earlier then as if she doesn’t want it. Mtcheewww! Women sef. But wait ooo. Who is Wale? Me: Hey baby, who is Wale? Deola: Not tonight Femi, definitely not tonight. Me: Alright. At your leisure and at your own time. I will wait. Deola: Thanks. Good night my baby. Me: Good night my love. I walked her downstairs and watched as she drove off. I became so so desperate to know about Wale apparently for a clue on how to treat Deola, to know her turn ons and turn offs. My priority that moment was to know who and what Wale is, his relationship with Deola and what led to their breakup. Cynthia has yet to call me. This girl dey find serious trouble. I don kuku dey think about prunning my tree and shedding off some weight. She is making herself a candidate for eviction! 20mins later, Deola texted to inform me that she has arrived home. The text read thus, “Baby I am home. I hope you meant what you said. I’m too special to be toyed with or fooled. Also, don’t forget about your cousin ish. I wanna talk to her.” Why is Deola always putting me on my toes? Every words she uttered were with verve and powerful tone. This kind babe go break your head o if you jilt her. Chai! I don enter one chance. Her incessant request of wanting to talk to my cousin raced my heart again? Hope say I never put myself for trouble so? Should I do an arrangee* with Ini? Tell her to pretend she’s my cousin? No. I can’t toy with the love of my life. She’s too precious to be so downtrodden. Besides, she is not a yoruba girl, and she hardly speak the language. So, that ruled her out. What about Cynthia? Ehn? That lioness? She go tear me to pieces. I will just be feeding her curiosity that I am cheating on her. She go just spoil the matter and cause katakata for my head. Besides, we still dey fight now. She offended me and she has yet to apologize. So, she’s out too. She’s only living on a borrowed time, she will soon be deported from my country. I was still in the thought of what I am going to do about this cousin wahala when my instinct, my good friend when it comes to sharp shortcut, brought Janet’s image into my head. Janet? Interesting! Should I arrange with her? But I hardly know this girl. I don’t even know if she speak yoruba. Well, let me try. I dialed her number and the following ensued, Me: Hello. Janet: Hellooooo. Good evening sir. Sorry I would have called you before now but I’ve been so busy. Thank you so much for today. God bless you real good. Me: You’re welcome. God bless you too. How are you? Janet: I am fine jare. I am ok. Me: Has your boyfriend answered you call yet? Janet: No oo, he hasn’t. Hmmm, in fact, he warned me through a text message never to call him or text him again. He said I should pretend I never knew him. Me: Ha? That serious? What really happened between you guys? Janet: I don’t even know for him. Me: Na wah oo. Sorry ehn. Guys can be like that sometimes. Just give it time. He’ll come rushing back to you. Janet: See uncle, I am tired of him. Let him go for all I care. If one person comot, another one go come. Me: Don’t conclude that fast young lady. Never say never… Janet: Uncle, I have made up mind on him. Enough is enough. Me: Well, if that’s your stance, no problem. How is Ajah tonight? Janet: Ajah is fine sir. What about your place? Where is that place sef? Me: Oh, my place? I stay in Ikate. Ikate is good too. Janet: Hmmm. That’s big boys area ooo. No wonder. No wahala now. Make we dey manage for this our village here. Make you no forget us for here sha o. Me: Funny you. Who told you Ikate is big boys area? Janet: I don’t need to be told. I know the place very well. I used to have a friend there. Me: That’s interesting. Do you speak yoruba? Janet: Baje-baje (i.e, very well). My dad is from Ogun State but my mum is a Ghanian. I was born in Ghana but raised here in Nigeria. My mum and I moved to Nigeria when I was 3yrs old. Me: Wow! That’s interesting, charlie! Janet: Hahahahaha. Unfortunately, I hardly speak my mum’s language. Just a little here, a little there. Me: It’s understandable. Anyways, Janet, I need a big favour from you. Can we meet on Wednesday at Shoprite? Janet: Shoprite? Se e fe se shopping fun mi ni? (Are you gonna do some shopping for me?). Me: Not really. I want us to discuss something very important and I will be so so happy if you can do it for me. Janet: As long as it doesn’t involve killing someone or stealing something, I will do it for you sir. Me: I am happy to hear that. So we have a deal right? Janet: Yes, we have a deal. Me: Do you have transport to come? Janet: I can’t say for now o. I will tell you tomorrow if I will have enough to bring me there. Me: Don’t even bother. Pick a taxi from Ajah to shoprite. I’ll pay the driver when he brings you there. Janet: Ha? Taxi? Isn’t that too much? Me: It’s not too much Janet. Janet: Ok oo. If that’s what you want, no problem. Me: Thank you so much. I’ll call you tomorrow. Good night. Janet: Good night sir. And thanks once again for today. Me: Thank God. Call ends. Yes! I’ve got a cousin in Janet. I’d rather I used her instead of Ini or Cynthia. Janet’s yoruba accent was superb and clear. She spoke as if she had spent some times in Ibadan. Good choice. All I need do is ask her to pretend to be my cousin. All the details she would be needing will be provided her on Wednesday. I gladly waka enter my kitchen and served myself a bowl of eba with the vegetable soup my queen had cooked. After the meal, I called Ini before I slept that night, Me: Baby, how are you? Ini: I am ok. Hope the soup is fair? Me: It’s more than fair my lady. You’re the angel of my life. I’m so grateful Ini. Ini: If I don’t take care of you, who will? I giggled & ended the call. To Be Continued…

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Chaii femi,hope ur triple dealing won't back fire to you..remember u dealing with three hot and influential ladies..Cynthia will rip u apart while Deola will make u miserable...Ini hmmmmn she will visit the gods of their village coz of you...berra be kiaful.

It ll surely backfire

Hmmmmmmmmm,i will be glad to see the end

To what @besty said... Addinq janet to the list and later break will visit osun/oqun to blast ur head.... Femi bcareful.

I’ve got someone to stand as my cousin in Janet; and according to her words, “..I will do it for you sir..”, I’ve got someone who is ready to jump the ropes for me. I realized that I’ve got like a thousand plus on my phone that evening. So, I decided to show Janet my little kindness by transferring #500 airtime to her via share-n-sell. She called me back immediately showing her gratitude. I pressed her off the phone so that she won’t waste the money on me that evening. My boss did a very rare thing that same evening before I sleep: he called me, Oga: Hello Femi. How are you? Me: I am good sir. I am getting nearer to full fitness. Oga: That sounds good to hear. Do you need anything? Me: Nothing really sir…except you wanna give your son* pocket money. Oga: Hehehe. Funny you. Ok, I will see what I can do. I am only concerned about your health actually but with the way you’ve responded tonight, it shows you’re really back to shape. I must thank Deola for a job well done. Me: Yea, she really tried. She called me like 5 times this past week. She’s a wonderful person really. Oga: That’s why I chose her to do the job. She’s very good at what she do. Ok Femi. Goodnight and God bless you. We are praying for you here. Me: I appreciate your fatherly love sir. I am grateful. Good night sir. Oga: Thank God. Call ends. I must say fortune really smiled on me. Yea, not that someone gave me millions but because I met my boss; he has been more than millions to me. I wish every boss will be like this to their subordinates/employees. To you Ogas out there, owners of businesses and enterprises – whether a large scale or small scale – please be nice to your staffs. You are actually not doing it for them; rather, you are doing it for the benefits of your posterity. Learn to be kind, merciful, understanding, nice, loving and down-to-earth. Build a good relationship with your workers off and on the business. Be strict when you need to be, be considerate when you need to and tolerate when you need to. Fingers are not equal; we all have our different sides and perspectives. Learn to respect theirs too as you are trying to show them yours as the ‘Oga at the top’. After all, like Wale Adenuga coined it, “We are nothing but pencils in the hands of the creator”, with a cleaner attached to the bottom to clean and correct other people’s weaknesses and mistakes. #EnoughSaid. I slept that night a very happy man. From Ini’s ever assurance that she loved me to the end, Deola’s gifts, her confession of love and acceptance of mine, my Oga’s call and possible pocket money the next day, and most importantly, Janet’s willingness to help me put Deola out of her mystery of obsession of wanting to talk to my cousin. What else can a man ask for? I was really grateful and happy. Tomorrow is gonna be a great day. My queen, Ini, is coming to my palace tomorrow; with the keys to her chamber already in my hands. I drank 2 can of Peak Milk that night, ate well and went to bed early so that every department in my body system can be revitalized, re-energized and made ready for tomorrow’s work. I sure must impress my lady, the love of my life. I missed her soft voice whenever we are doing the ‘Adam & Eve’ thing. She can make you wanna continue for eternity. Did someone just said, what about Deola? I only rode her horse once. Although she more than impress me of her skills and durability on bed, I need one more trial with her so that I can know who’s got the game between her and my Ini. What about Cynthia? Cynthia is a lioness, a glamozon* (a combination of strength and beauty) and very fiery. Although she is very good on bed too, durable and elastic, I just can’t stand her menacing and coercive lifestyle. She’s becoming too repulsive to me by the day. Imagine, since Saturday, this babe no gree call me or ask how I feel? I know you will say why didn’t I call her too. Well, I can’t. I know this is not ABSOLUTELY the best way to defend oneself, I felt I am the man, the one offended; so, she should call. I am saying this for the third time, Cynthia is living on a borrowed time. Before you begin to blame me, judge me on these 3 Cs: Context, Culture and Confession. The context is that a sick guy is going out to see a friend. Whether it is genuine or ruse is another thing entirely. As a woman, you need to give your man the benefit of the doubt. At least, show some trust and respect. Our culture as Africans demands apology from the woman to the man, whether she is the one that suffered injustice or not. Before you lawyers begin to quote law of Natural Justice or Repugnancy, remember that this is our heritage, our traditions, our norms, our beliefs and our way of life. The confession here is that I told her where I am going. What if I had decided I wasn’t gonna tell her at all? Will she know my whereabouts? So, judge between Cynthia and I on those 3 Cs, and see who did wrong first. #IRestMyCase I woke up the following day around 6:30am. I just laid there on my bed with my eyes looking at the ceiling hoping for something that be not to appear as if it were. Lol. I checked my phone and saw couple of messages on it. Going through them made me smile and happy. Deola, Ini and Janet all texted me. Here are the messages, Deola Message: My love, good morning. Hope you had a very good sleep? I was wondering, can we do it again this morning? I wish you were here with me already. Miss you love. Reflection. I have been expecting this kind of message from Deola. This is not a matter of sweet mouthing, the kind of s*x Deola and I had yesterday was terrific and hot. Every woman would love to experience such. And you know what? It is only Femi that can give you that kind of s*x! Lol. Na joke ooo, before una start to stone me now. Stinggy, na joke ooo. The atmosphere was so magical and electric. By now, I think I can categorically tell you guys that the s*x between Deola and I is, without any iota of doubt, THE F**K OF THE MILLENNIUM. I almost fainted after the whole show guys. In Hon. Patrick Obahiagbon’s voice and panache, “That was incredibly incredible; masterfully masterful; colourfully colourful; and sexically sexical.” I try small now. Lol. I looked forward to doing it all over again with her but not so soon. Ini is on my mind presently. She deserved the juice more than anyone else. So, Deola, park well first make my MADAM enter the place. Ini’s message: The king of my heart, my love and air. This day I wish us peace, joy, more love and eternal joy. I can’t wait to have you in my chamber today. I love you so much. Good morning. Reflection. I cannot fully express how my heart felt that morning when I read Ini’s text. She has a way of unlocking my heart even at its most delicate hour. She is the true representation of what a woman truly should be like. Tell, what man in the world will not be willing and ready to die for such a woman? I mean, she’s worth more than ruby, gold or silver. She is a great companion to have. I can’t trade her for anything else (although I can’t reject any side kicks you know. I need to flex my muscles and extend my kingdom once in a while). She has won my heart. She is the queen of my life: no contest, no questions. Her message was the only on I replied that morning, You are my shop of rose On me your love gently hove Like the radiant sun from above You smiled on me like a sweet dove. You’re the replica of beauty The embodiment of elegance To always love you is my duty You are such a lovely fragrance. A kiss blown is a kiss wasted Kisses are meant to be tasted Tho’ kiss spread germs and germs are hated, You can kiss me love, I am vaccinated. You are my inspiration No one like you in this nation Is this love that I am feeling? Hell yeah, I am in love with Ini. Even presently, 1st of February, 2015, I missed Ini so so much. I will tell you why I said this later. Janet’s Message: I can’t express my joy enough for meeting you that morning. You’ve a wonderful person too me ever since. May God really bless you and keep you for me. Good morning. Reflection. Well, truth be told, Janet has been nice and appreciative of even the least things I gave her. She is that type of person that will make you wanna keep doing good to others. I wish people can be this grateful even on the minutest things they received. Well, some may say she has ulterior motive for being too nice. Whether ulterior or interior, at least, show some appreciation biko. The last message that morning an email alert. My Oga has done it again. Another 20k for pocket money. Are you guys counting? It is now 70k just because say I sick? The sickness wey be say na me cause am ooo. Tell why I shouldn’t be looking out for him? Tell me why I won’t be over loyal to him? This is not a question of he has bought my loyalty with money. Put yourself in my shoes, somebody just waka come, give you 70k just because say you fall sick. Abeg, if that kind man needs my attention for 1hrs, I will be willing to give him 3 or 4 hours. Thus was how my day started that morning. I couldn’t honour Deola’s request because I have been booked by the love of my life. She just have to make do with what went down yesterday morning. And you guys know that superstitious belief back then in secondary school that whatever you started with on Monday will follow you all through the week. So, if na cane you take start your Monday for school or for house, just be ready, you may experience serious beating all through the week. How does this apply to Deola’s situation? If that kind s*x wey me and Deola have yesterday continued, I am just stylishly writing letter to stroke because that Deola girl can go for hours non-stop. Holla me later if anyone needs her number. She is still Nigeria, single. Lol. To Be Continued…

“Today is going to be fun”, I said to myself. Goose pimples covered my body when the thought of Ini coming for her services brushed my mind. My queen is coming, the door to her chambers ready to be opened by my powerful tortem taken from Cupid himself. With my body bubbling for life, all things falling to place as they should, I’ve got for myself a sweet ride into Ini’s world. My room called for my attention, especially my bed. This will be the venue of the meeting between a king and his queen. I cleaned up everywhere, used a new bedspread, mopped the floor and applied air freshner to condition the air in the room. I switched my attention to my bathroom. “This place needs serious cleaning jare.” I used to have bottles of Jiks bleach in my kitchen’s cabinet. I used some of it to wash off all the stains on the wall and floor of the bathroom and the water closet (WC). When I was satisfied with the bathroom, I moved to the sitting room to mop the floor and rid the electronic appliances off dust and possible cobwebs. I left the other room untouched since I hardly use it. After the cleaning, I decided on what to take for my breakfast. Rice come to my mind. I was in the process of cooking the rice when Ini called me. With an elated spirit and jubilant mood, I answered the call of the love of my life, Ini: Hello handsome. Me: Hello beautiful. How are you today? Ini: I am fine my prince charming. Me: What is with these sweet accolades today o? Ini: You’re worth it now, even more. Besides, I can call the man I love any name I want; so far it makes me happy and comfortable when I call him the names. Me: What if the person being thus addressed doesn’t feel comfortable with the names? Ini: Really? How does it make you feel? Me: Uneasy. You’re making me feel like the Prince of Dubai, like say I better pass as I dey so. Ini: A man is what a woman says he is. If you’re a billionaire and a woman does not see you as one, forget it, you’re not a billionaire. Whatever it is you have will never entice her. So, my love, you are to me what I say you are. Me: Hmmmm! Ini, what have I done to deserve you? You’ve been so magical and inspirational to me since we met. Ini: See it as fate. But your claim that I’ve been magical to you marvels me. If discharging my normal duties as a woman makes you think I am magical, what if I now do more? Me: Normal duties huh? Well, we’ll see about that today. Ini: Hahahahaha. No make me change my mind ooo. Me: Change wetin? I go come that your shop kon scatter everywhere ni. Abeg oo, no cause WW III. Ini: You always make me laugh Femi. I love you so much. Me: I love you too my air. Do have a nice day. When are we seeing? Ini: 1pm. Me: Ok. Bye. Call ends. To say the truth, Ini’s treatment of me is actually a normal duty of every woman out there. What we have in the society today is a disaster, a complete reversal of normalcy. You see a guy doing everything his girl asked of him only for him to keep begging to be loved. Women have so trivialized the issue of love as a fiction, an illusion, a mirage and a idiotic imagination. Girls often cry of heart break but in the real sense, many of them failed to do their part, their normal duties*. The normal duties here doesn’t really mean s*x; it is about making your guy feel loved. Appreciate him for who he is. Tell him he is the best in the world; not because you want something from him but because he is actually the best in the world. Like the popular saying that says, “Play your girl like a football and watch another man catch her”, same thing goes for guys too. No guy will be willingly happy to throw his love where it will not be appreciated. Every guy want to be loved, respected and honoured. I am not saying that there are no wayward guys out there who will not appreciate it even if the girl is dying to please him. The percentage of those guys however is like 7%. If you keep doing your normal duties as a girl and your guy doesn’t value it, you keep at it; soon, his friends, even his family will tell him of his wrong. And if he fails to heed warning, nemesis will catch with him one day. I ate my breakfast that morning and decided to feed my eyes a little. I took a plastic chair ro my balcony and sat down. I watched as girls of different shapes and sizes move to and fro. Nigerians are actually strong and hardworking. If only the FG will come up with a plan to engage the youths of this country who are mostly unemployed. Almost or more than 40% out of our total population are youths! Howbeit, jobless youths. We should be competing with America, China and the rest of the world powers if can but engage our youths by creating jobs. I can’t quantify the advantages and benefits that are thus attached to an economy with almost 60% work force. Election is around the corner. Vote for the man who will listen to you and bear your burden. This opprtunity only comes once every 4 years. Your vote is your voice. Vote wisely. To Be Continued…

I shifted my attention away from the hustles going on the street to a particular lady whose shape and figure looked like someone I’ve seen before. Although she was making her way towards the direction of my street, I couldn’t really picture who she is precisely because the distance. I watched as she walked closer and closer to my house. Soon, I was able to have a clearer picture of who was coming my direction. Alas! It is Janet! Jezz. What is she doing here? I waited until she almost walked past my house before I called her phone. She stopped her walk to check who was calling. She started smiling before asnswering the call, Jante: Hello sir. Good morning. Me: Good morning dear. How are you today? Janet: I am fine ooo. What about you? Me: I am doing good too. Are you at home? Janet: Errrmmm, I am actually around Ikate. I came to see a friend. Me: Ikate this morning? I thought you said you don’t come here any longer because your friend moved out? Janet: That’s true but there is another friend here too. Me: Hmmmm. Ok ooo. Can you turn to your left side? She turned. Janet: I have turned o. Me: Good. Now, as you are standing, just look up slowly. She did. I started waving my hand for her to see me. When she saw me, she couldn’t believe her eyes. She covered my mouth obviously to prevent her from screaming. I gestured to her to come through the gates. I went downstairs to meet her because I don’t want her to come upstairs. The last I needed that morning is a seductive, loose lady, who might provoke the animal. Obviously by her appearance, she wasn’t really going to see a friend in the literal sense, instead, she was going to see one of her MAGAs, I assumed. She wrapped her arms around me with sheer excitement, her big bosom fully pressed against my body, Janet: Uncle Femiiiiii. It’s really good to see you oo. Is this where you stay? Me: Errmm…yea. So who are you actually going to…. Janet: We can’t be talking outside now when your apartment is upstairs. Let’s go inside. #Busted. Reluctantly I led her to my flat. With excitement written all over her face, she walked in jubilantly and made her way straight to the seats, Janet: Uncle Femi, your house fine ooo. Me: Thank you Janet. Who are you actually going to see? (I asked her as I locked the door behind me) Janet: I told you now: a friend. Me: Boy or girl? Janet: Actually it is a boy. He is a friend to my ex- boyfriend. Me: So you’re now dating your ex’s friend? Janet: Nooooo. Haba! Uncle Femi? He said I should come and see him because of what I told him about my ex. Me: And you’re not afraid he might lay a trap for you? Janet: Noooo! Never. I trust him die. He’s a good man. Me: Well, if you say so. Janet: Why are you at home this morning? No work? Me: I took a sick leave. I’ll resume work Monday. Janet: Sick leave? Eeyah… Sorry. For how long? Me: Two weeks. Janet: Wow. How are you now? Me: I’m ok now. Janet asked me all manner of questions as if she had rehearsed them before coming. I took pain to answer all her questions until she raised an issue I wasn’t really prepared to discuss; at least not now, Janet: That reminds me. You said you need my favour. Can I know what it is now instead of waiting until tomorrow? Me: That won’t be possible cos I will be going out anytime soon. In fact, if not that I saw you passing by, I would have gone out. Janet: Okay… Me: Yes. So let’s wait until tomorrow. Janet: Can we meet here then instead of Shoprite? Here, we will have the privacy that may not be availbale elsewhere. Me: I think Shoprite is better. We can walk around as we gist, or even find a cool spot to sit and talk. Janet: Uncle Femi I prefer this your house. I want to feel free to express myself. Let’s use here or I will not come. Shooo! See me see wahala o? Wetin dis girl dey feel like sef wey she dey give me condition? Abeg comot here. If I no use you I no fit use another person? I am trying to avoid stories that touch, dis one wan come pour sand for my garri. Alakoba oshi. However, I gave her suggestion a second thought. I think her suggestion may well be the best after all. Why waste money on taxi when she can easily get here with #150 maximum? Besides, she will be saving my money from unnecessary spending at Shoprite. Me: Ok. Let’s meet here then. Can you come as early as 9am? Janet: Why not? I told you I can do anything for you. Me: I appreciate that. You can go see your ex’s boyfriend now. Sorry to take your time. Janet: That’s no problem. I am happy I know your house today. Know my house? This girl no know anything oo. I walked her downstairs and outside the gate too before saying a goodbye. I watched left and right to see if nobody is watching from Ini’s shop. When she was out of sight, I went back upstairs. I sat down to plan how tomorrow will work out. First things first, there is no way Ini’s coming here tomorrow. How will I handle Deola too if she requests my presence in her house or she comes here? What have I done now? This Janet is like a snake; I dread her more than I dread Cynthia sef. Now that she’s known my crib, the expectancy rate of her visit will definitely shoot up. I shouldn’t have called her in the first place when she was passing by. I guess my curiousity overwhelmed me that moment. After she left, I went upstairs to visit my PES because it’s been a while I played the game. Besides, I needed something to get me busy as I await my queen’s arrival. I had barely sat down before my phone started to ring. The caller was the last person I expected that morning: Mary! Remember her? (Go to first page of this thread to know more about her). Wow! What a pleasant surprise, Mary: Uncle Femi Femo.. Me: Helloooooooo Mary. E ku ijo meta ooo (it’s been a while). How are you now? Mary: I am ok ooo. You nko? Me: Hmmm. I am where you left me ooo. How acada now? Mary: God is good. I was told you’ve moved out of Ikorodu. Where are you now? Me: Hmmm, I dey manage for Lekki here jare. Mary: Yeeeee! Big man don come ooo. From Ikorodu to Lekki? Na wah ooo. Person like me can’t stand near you again oo. Me: Stop that please. I no be Dangote now. I am still my simple self. Are you in IKD (Ikorodu) or school? Mary: Ikorodu. I came home for my cousin’s wedding. I will be going back to school by month end. Me: That’s nice. Notify me when you wanna do yours too ooo. Mary: Me ke? That’s not in my plans for now. My studies first abeg. Me: I like that. It’s been long since we saw each other oooo. I believe you’re now a big girl. Mary: Big wetin? Well, maybe if you see me in person, you can tell if I am actually big or not. Me: Can I invite you to Lekki then before you go back to school…if you wouldn’t mind? Mary: Hmmmm! Come to your house in Lekki? I’m not sure if I can make it there. I doubt my chances. Me: Not a compulsion oo. That’s why I said ‘if’. Mary: I know. I don’t know if there will be a chance to come but don’t worry, I will tell you by Friday if I will be coming or not. Me: That’s ok. It’s nice to hear from you again after a long time. I appreciate your call. Mary: You’re welcome. Bye bye ooo. Me: Bye Mary. Call ends. There seems to be a mystery behind one’s first love. The chilling you feel and somewhat ease when talking to each other is so strong that, if you don’t watch it, the moment might drive you naught. This is how I can explain how I felt when Mary called. She was my first girlfriend, my first love; the girl I first wooed and the girl I had s*x with as a grown up man. I have this weakness though: I am too vunelrable and weak whenever I speak to or with a lady. The lady will effortlessly engulf my heart, head and mind. I can stay for like 1, 2, 3 hours thinking and fantasizing about that lady. Mary’s voice seized my heart that day. I quickly forgot about every other girl, even my queen, Ini, didn’t cross my mind. #Arrow. I was saved from that thought by my straying eyes when it accidentally rolled to where the wall clock was: 11:13am. My queen is coming to my palace in less than 2 hours and this kind of mood is not fitting. I quickly resumed my PES so that I can switch off from whatever and whoever is disturbing my mood. When it was 12:30pm, I stopped playing the game. I went into my room to check again the condition of the playing ground. Everywhere looked good and perfectly made ready for her. I called Ini to remind her of our ‘deal’. She replied me with a romantic statement, Me: Baby, it’s 12:30pm. No forget ooo. Ini: The key is the command to a car’s engine. You have the keys to my engine, I will move when you want me move. I won’t trade you for anything in this world. Ring the bell, sound the alarm. Let the people of your kingdom know this: Queen Ini is coming to her king’s chambers! Me: Hahahahaha! You should should join the movie industry baby. You will make a good drama artiste. Your namesake is there already. Ini: Whatever I say or do is inspired by you. I am madly in love with you. Me: If you are madly in love with me, then, I am unrepentantly in love with you. My heart belongs to you alone. Ini: I will see you soon. Me: Ok. I thought about Deola when I dropped the call. I reminded myself of the near- death s*x I had with her. I felt in my body that I was missing something; that I should have been with Deola if not that I had agreed to see Ini already; especially when I considered the number of days without meeting her. Deola can wait for all I care; this moment and everything in it belongs to Ini. 1pm, I heard a knock on my door. My heart raced in excitement and fear at the same time. Me: My queen? Ini: Yes, my king! I opened the door for Ini and locked it behind her. She looked gorgeously radiant that day. Dressed in a pink armless gown with her side Bosom looking ferociously at me, Ini looked so beautiful. I held her close and landed a hot kiss on her milky lips before she could say a word. With smiles written all over her face, I led her inside. To Be Continued…

It is you I want, no other A bird can’t fly without feather All I need is a little amber I am your boo, you’re my diva. Secure with me your love My heart for thee opened Fortunes smiled on me from above Incubate me in your love’s oven. Break the shackles Break the chains My baby, chop knuckle With me, there is gain, no pain. Attention guards! Raise your shields and swords Mummy is coming to dad, I’ve given the word! We entered room holding hands. “What will can I offer you?”, no, I need not ask that anymore. Ini is no longer a visitor, she now belongs in my body and soul; she is part of my making and chemistry. She was madly in the mood for it too; she kept on touching every part of my body sensually. Ini: This place looks squeaky clean. Me: It was cleaned for you. My queen is of a royal blood, and must be thus treated. She threw herself on the bed loosely, opening up her thigh to reveal her white tiny pants. She caught me looking lustfully at her spot and said, Ini: The moment is here for you to seize. Come to me my love, I want you. She knelt on the bed and began to UnCloth herself. The Bosom stood firmly like GEJ’s personal bodyguards, milky and fresh. She struck a pose and beckoned on me to come. I rushed to her on the bed to grab every part of her. Even a man in chains will break off himself at the sight of Ini’s sensual pose. We engaged ourselves in another hot kiss. I kept probing and touching every sensitive part. Ini: Put off your cloths Femi, time is of the essence. She helped me unloose my trouser while I removed my top. I rid myself off everything on me and was unclad in an instant. She helped herself remove her pants and bra too and we’re unclad. How should I start? The tips of her Bosom stood firm like one of those mics used in concerts and shows. The ice cubes? Yes! Yes! Yes! I rushed to the fridge to collect some cubes, I got 4 of them and returned to Ini on the bed. I made her lie down facing up, with both her arms aligned with her laps. A cube on each of her Bosom, one on her center of gravity and the last one on her belly button. I moved the one on her belly up and down her stomach, making her respond to every single touch of the ice cube. There is something to s*xy** about Ini’s reaction on bed. Her s*xy** lips always make you wanna. I left moving the cube up and down her belly. I put the remainder in my mouth, made sure it melted a little and then kissed Ini. It sent a powerful frenzy feeling down my spine. With my Johnny madly strong and ready, Ini held it with one of her hands and enclosed it in her thigh. The ice on her coochie already half-way melt, made her thigh a bit watery and cold. We kept kissing and smooching for like 10 more minutes before Ini requested my visitation into her chambers. I love it when a woman ask me to penetrate her, it shows she really wanted it and not that I forced it on her, Ini: F**k me Femi, please… With all her body part wet as a result of the ice cubes, I began slowly to move down south. But first, I need to speak to the door* cos I was a little hungry that morning. Her p***y already swollen and begging for banging, I descended on it and sucked the life out if her Kitty. She wrapped her laps on my head and held my hands firmly; not willing to let go. She began to moan slowly and slowly as a result of the mood-driving and s*x-wanting oral I gave her that afternoon. About 7mins of feeding on her clit, I raised myself up, moved closer to her on the bed and gestured on her to eat some Shawarma*. She held my d**k as if she was holding a gala. She sucked on my d**k so much that I almost exploded into her mouth. When I knew I was ready to pound, I turned her all way round; her face pressed on the bed and her back facing me. Oh I love this position like crazy! Slowly and steadily, I let down my machine down her tight well. Riding with ease and my flawless panache, I wrapped my hands around her shoulder and made it look as if she is backing a baby. Coming in and out of Ini was so sweet and pleasurable. Her bottom kept pushing me back each time I probe as if there is a string attached to her bottom. I changed position after my first climax, a handful explosion that can get any woman pregnant with 10 babies already. Lol. I turned her around, pushed up her legs and made them hang on my shoulders. I dipped my thick-fat Johnny inside Ini deep down her punny. She whined and twisted rhythmically to my penetrations. What a sweet feeling. I thrusted a little faster and at a well calculated tempo. She moaned and screamed until she squirted all over my Joystick. I kept pounding her until I exploded again. When I felt I’ve had enough of s*x, I stopped. I rolled over to the other side of the bed to relax. Ini moved closer to me, rested her head on my chest and started stroking my Joystick. Like a charm, my thing rise again, ready to roll. I turned her and made her face me with her back side. Thrust upon thrust with verve and power pushed me to my 3rd climax! #Epically. Ini: My love for you is getting me scared everyday. I love you so much Femi that I fear losing you. Me: How? Ini: You look and act too good to be true. If any woman mistakenly come in contact with you, she will definitely find you irresistible, and that for me, is a sad news. Me: Calm your nerves my baby. Femi is going nowhere. I’ve written my name in you; you’re part of me, I am part of you. Ini: Hmmmm! I pray. After about 30secs of silence, with a very stern voice, she said, Femi, can you get me pregnant? I want you for myself forever. I wanna have your babies. You’ve shown me that there are still good guys out there. I wanna marry you Femi. Me: Ha? Ye! Hmmm. Ini: What? Me: Nothing really. It’s just that, I am thinking that you’re going too fast. Let’s take things slow. I thank you for those accolades but, sincerely, we are just less than a month in this relationship. We’ve got a long way to go to determining our true character, beliefs, sense of taste, pattern of reasoning and individual modus operandi. Ini: Me I no understand all those big grammar ooo. All I said was that I love you, and I want to be your wife. Me: I understand you Ini. It’s ok. I’ll put it into my plans. She got up from the bed and went into the bathroom for cleaning. I sat up on the bed and kept pondering about Ini’s bombshell. The last thing on my mind is marriage. Ma wetin? Not even in the next 5yrs! Marriage is not a sweet word in the ears of a player. It’s like a threat to his life; or like an imprisonment or depravity of his right. My love for Ini is very very genuine, but not complete; I showed her good loving, but I wasn’t faithful to her. But this issue of marriage is sick. How can she contemplate marriage with a guy she just started a relationship with under a month? I know some of you might think that if I can’t marry her because we were just a couple of weeks into the relationship, why did I sleep with her? Good question if that’s what you’re asking right now. There is a mutual consent psychologically embedded in every man and woman on this planet. By default and naturality, the number one thing in the heart of an average guy in a love relationship with a girl is to look for ways to sleep with her. A guy could fantasize having s*x with the lady over and over again. And you will agree with me that, it is rather embarrassing and uncomfortably prominent to hear that a guy meets a lady today and had s*x with her in less than a week. In fact, I know one of my friends who slept with a girl he met on their first date – and she’s no a runs girl or a prostitute. So, if the urge becomes uncontrollable, s*x is imminent. The percentage, as at the time of writing this story, stood at 30%-70%: 30% possibility that a girl will be willing to sleep with a guy on the first date while 70% chance that a guy will leave his chances open for possiblities of having a go on the first date! Invariably, it is not unreasonable to say that s*x between lovers – be it on the first date or weeks – is a mutual thing; a thing that is destined to happened from the very first day they met. However, marriage is another issue entirely. I will never support anyone going into marriage with less than a year’s courtship. You guys need to gel, blend, react and synergize! #IyafDo. Ini suceeded in creating a tension that afternoon. She came out of the bathroom looking a little bit off in countenance. I stood up, got dressed and sat back on the bed again. She got dressed too and said, Ini: Femi I am going. Me: Ok. As we walked out of the room and got to the door, she stopped and turned to me, Ini: I am sorry if I sounded too forward with the issue I raised. I just don’t wanna lose you my king. Me: Queen Ini, the king belongs to you, you belong to him. You’re not contesting with any one. I love you. We exchanged another hot kiss and the door before I released her to go back. She left for her shop while I went back inside my room. I sat upon my bed to reminisce: “This Ini girl is funny o. Marriage ke? When I never fully service my Johnny? *In Lagbaja’s voice* koolu koolu temper ooo. I laughed off Ini’s idea and went back to the sitting room. I picked up my phone and dialed Deola’s number, Deola: Hmmm. I thought you don’t know me again ni. I promised I wasn’t gonna call you if you don’t call. Me: Baby now. I am sorry. Deola: Sorry? Didn’t you get the message I sent? Me: I did. I saw it this morning. Deola: And the message is not worth replying right? Me: Baby, I felt it will be disrespectful, insultive, mannerless, classless, an height stupidity, barbaric, lame and foolish of me to reply such a message. I prefer to come to you and reply you face to face. You’re too special and too adorable to be thus treated. You deserved honour baby. Deola: Please. You’ve come with your sweet, sugar-coated mouth. I don’t want none of that. Femi I am serious, I am not happpy with you. Me: Why can’t we talk this over in your house…this night till dawn? To Be Continued…

She kept quiet. Me: Talk to me now. Deola: What do you want me to say? Me: I know I have hurt you. Let me atone for my sins by coming to sleep with you…sorry, sleep in your house tonight so that we can talk things over. Deola: If that’s what you want. Me: Baby now. I am sorry. Where are you? Deola: Check your time and tell me where I am suppose to be at? Me: Oh. Work. Alright. I will wait for you at the bus stop, not minding the cold. Deola: No o. I don’t want to send you back to the condition I met you for the first time o, please. Me: I will be fine Deola. I will wait. Deola: No. Stay in your house, I will come pick you there. Me: Ok dear. I love you. Deola: Thanks. Me: Come on now baby. I said I love you. Deola: I love you too. Don’t worry, I will beat you when you we see. I will punish you with ice water and lock you outside for 15mins. Me: I will gladly accept it…with love. Deola: Mtcheew. Please I want to work joor. Me: Ok love. Have a nice day. Deola: Thanks. You too. Call ends. Women? Shakara ti po ju (They love acting up). Truth be told, Deola was really angry; and reasonably so. I was supposed to go to her house on Monday, I didn’t. She sent me a message today, I didn’t reply or call. That kind of behaviour can cost you your relationship, except if she TRULY and REALLY loves you. I promised myself to go to her house that night to atone for my mistake. I also planned not to have any intimacy with her since I just had a powerful one with Ini few minutes ago. I said to myself, “When I get to her house, we will just talk, talk and talk; no romance, no kissing and surely, no s*x with Deola.” Make una pray for me ooo. I felt so tired after the magical s*x with Ini. Gradually, sleep began to arrest my body system and succumbed them to the power that be – the power of closing the eyes. I went to bed to sleep. I set my alarm to 6pm to wake me up in time for the journey to Deola’s house. Sleep…Sleep…Sleep! 6pm, God woke me up through the alarm I had set. I took a shower, got refreshed and ready. I prepared me some Golden Morn cos I was a little hungry. After the meal, I called Deola again to remind her of my intent to come sleep in her house, Deola: Hello man. Me: Hello woman. How is work? Deola: Work’s good. I am rounding up. Me: Yea…you’re sounding like Deola now. That shows you’ve really forgiven me. Deola: Don’t be too sure Mr., I am still angry with you. Me: Alright. Show me all the anger when we entwine on bed tonight. Deola: Not on my bed. You’ll sleep on the floor. Bring your food from home o cos I won’t cook for you. I don’t cook late in the night. Me: That won’t be a problem baby. The first thing I need is admittance, which you’ve just confirmed. I will be as gentle, simple and civil as possible. Deola: Better…big head. Me: Oh, you calling me names now? Deola: Sorry. Femi I was really angry with you. I am trying to forgive you Femi but I don’t always find it easy to forgive people. Me: Don’t worry baby. I will make you not only forgive me, but forget I ever hurt you. Deola: Hahahaha. And how are you gonna do that? Me: You see? You’re already laughing. I need not tell you how, just be expectant. Got to go now, I wanna prepare. Deola: Ok. Later. After calling Deola, I called my boss to say hello but unfortunately, he didn’t answer my numerous calls. Probably he was having another managerial meeting or giving a pep talk to his crew. I sat there in my sitting room not knowing what to do. I was going to resume my PES when a thought came into my heart: “It’s been more than 48hrs since Cynthia called.” Putting anger aside, that is very unlike Cynthia. She is not that type of a lady. Something must be wrong. I put my ego aside and called her line, Me: Cynthia wetin dey do you sef? How you dey feel like? You want make I dey beg…. Voice: Hello. This is Cynthia’s mother. Me: Ha? Sorry ma. Good evening ma. I thought it’s Cynthia. Cynthia’s Mum: No. She’s been in the hospital now since yesterday morning. She was diagnosed of malaria-typhoid. Me: Ha? How manage? What’s the name of the hospital ma? Cynthia’s Mum: St. Nicholas. Me: Okay ma. How is she now? Is she responding to treatment? Cynthia’s Mum: Yes. She is sleeping presently. Me: Ok ma. I will come see her there later. Cynthia’s Mum: Thank you. What is your name please? Me: Femi ma. Cynthia’s Mum: So omo yoruba ni e to n s’oyinbo be eni pe o gbede rara (So you’re a yoruba man; why do you speak as if you don’t understand the language)? Me: E ma binu ma. Ma wa wo yin l’hospital lola ma. Mi o ba wa nsiyin sugbon mo busy die (Don’t be annoyed. I’ll come see you at the hospital tomorrow. I would’ve come right away but I am a little busy). Cynthia: Ko si wahala. O dabo o (No problem. Bye). Me: O dabo ma (Bye ma). Did I hear you say: Femi! Femi! Femi! Why can’t you go and see her now? Well, tell that to Deola and see her reaction. Besides, whom will I tell her Cynthia is: cousin or friend? To Be Continued…

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After the call, I got confused and ashamed. Truly I owe Cynthia an apology. So she’s been sick all along when I thought it was her ego? Thank God I called ooo, if not, once she got discharged from hospital, things will get ugly and worse between us once she finds out I never called or asked after her. I no know why God just dey save me from wahala sef. How will I manage myself tomorrow? Janet is coming, Ini will want to come and I’ve to visit Cynthia too! What a wicked Quadratic Equation that even Almighty Formula may found trickish. I consulted my instinct again and this was what I got: 1. Sleep in Deola’s house tonight and do whatever I am asked to do just to make her happy. 2. Lie to both Deola and Ini that I will be going to my Uncle’s house tomorrow cos I heard he is sick. 3. Call Janet to delay her coming until around 2pm because of the same unreal reason, and 4. Go to see Cynthia in the hospital. #Perfect! I called Ini instantly to inform her of my plan, Ini: Should I come this night then for…you know. Me: No baby. Let’s leave it until I returned tomorrow evening. I will serve you well. Ini: Ok dear. Be safe. I love you. Me: I love you too. Bye. I dialed Janet’s number too, Janet: Mr., Uncle, Brother, Senior Femi. Me: Na me you dey call all those names? Janet: I’ve got more if you want. Me: That’s good for you. How far now? Where you dey? Janet: I dey for house o. Anything? Me: Yes. I want you to delay your coming tomorrow to 2pm in the afternoon. I need to go see my sick uncle in the hospital. Janet: Eeyah! It’s ok. In fact, if you want me to come late in the night, I will come. Me: Really? And you will still go back home that same night? Janet: Hell no. Sebi you get house? I go sleep in your house now…and I will leave the following morning. Me: Oh! Ok. Well, it’s 2pm… and I don’t think what we want to discuss will take us more than 30mins. So there will be no need for you to sleep over. Janet: Anyhow sha. Me: I will call you later Jane*. Bye. This girl na serious olosho ooo. I just must be careful with her because I think she’s desperate and seriously looking for where to hook herself. I got a little urge tho’ when she said she can sleep over. Janet is truly beautiful. She’s got a well- rounded buttocks like Omotola’s, s*xy** and sociable. To have a taste of her won’t be a bad idea; I will just let her know that nothing like a relationship can happen. *Dodges slaps and sticks* When it was around 7:30pm, I called Garfar to help me buy cooked indomie from the Northerner down the street. I instructed him to buy #200 Suya, hand it over to the Northerner, who will mix it with the indomie when enough pepper had been sliced into it. Garfar did as he was told and 40mins later, he came back with the delicacy. As usual, I tipped him some money which by now, has become a routine eachtime I sent him an errand. I consumed the food quickly cos I hate staying long on meals. I resorted to my PES to while away the time as I await Deola. I was playing the game when Mary called, Mary: Hello sir. Me: Hey angel. How are you? Mary: I am ok. Will you be at home this Thursday? Me: This Thursday? Why? Mary: That’s the only time I have to step out of here. I may not find any other day free to come. Me: (With a cynical repetitive voice) Thursday… Thursday… Thurs… Ok. I will stay at home because of you. What time? Mary: In the morning of course…and I will leave early so that I can get home on time. Me: That’s fine by me. You can leave home as early as 6am so that before 9 or 10am, barring traffic, you’ll be here. You can leave here by 2 or 3pm when the highway is traffic free. But where will you tell your parent you are going to that early? Mary: I will tell both of them that I have an assignment in school which includes visiting Lagos Island, and it is first come, first served. Me: And they will agree? Mary: They’ve got no choice. Me: No problem then. I will be here. Just bring something for me sha. Mary: Like what? Me: Like what you know Femi loved most. Mary: You ehn? You will never change. Me: Don’t be too sure woman. Mary: Ok oo. I have tried. Before I used all my airtime on you alone. Me: Am I not worth the airtime? Mary: Of course you are worth it but I need to call my girlfriends too please. Me: Ok. See you on Thursday then. Mary: Yes Thursday. Bye. How will I navigate myself around 5 girls in 48hrs without being caught? I am not invincible like Arsenal’s Invincible Squad; neither am I indomitable like the all-conquering Barcelona Squad led by Pep Guadiolar. I just have to be smart and careful or else, all of them go join forces beat the crap out of me. The only name on my mind throughout that day was Cynthia. I hope she will forgive me cos I have hurt her really bad. I thought she was fighting with me because I told her I was going to see someone when in the real sense of it, she was silenced by sickness. Chai! Cynthia my baby. My only cryptonite and ginger! Lol Around some minutes past 9pm, I heard Garfar opened the gates. I pipped through my window and saw Deola drove in. I guess it’s time to leave. She called me and said, Deola: Femi it is time. Let’s go. Me: Aren’t you coming upstairs? Deola: That will be a waste of time. It’s getting late Mr. Come on let’s go. Me: Ok hold on. Give me 5mins. Deola: Be fast about it. I switched off all the electronic appliances and unplugged them. I put on my Arsenal Jersey on the blue-black jean I was wearing. I locked my door and rushed down. Me: Good evening Deola. Deola: Good evening sir. She started the car while Garfar rushed to the gates. I wind down the glass and told Garfar I won’t be coming back that night. He nodded in affirmation with a little smile on his face. Wetin dis Northerner dey think? I deduced he was thinking, “Oga dey follow madam go night duty.” Yeye guy. I bid Garfar goodbye and we drove off. Soon, something happened in the car… Deola was wearing an ankara mini gown that revealed her glorious fresh laps as she spread her legs while driving. I looked at no other place except her laps. She looked at me to see what is that thing that had caught my attention and made me silent. She noticed I was looking at her laps but she never cared. Suddenly, this my hand found its way to one of her laps. I rubbed on it so gently and romantically. Deola said nothing. Gradually, I moved my hand underneath her cloth to feel her coochie. The touch sent a shiver to her body and with a slow sweet voice she said, Deola: Fe…mi, you know I am driving. Plea….se stop. Let’s get home. Me: No. Park the car. As if I remote controlled her, she parked the car and switched off its engine. She threw her hands away, opening up her body. I dipped my hands deeper into her spot and started scrolling up and down. Since the glasses are tinted black, we have a little privacy. My finger met her thick wetness down there. I manipulated her like crazy while she moaned. She held my head tightly against her bosom and she moaning for pleasure. Deola: Ouch….yeah… ooooo….oh my god…. I missed you Femi. Me: I missed you too. Deola: Please let’s go home. I can’t wait to have you in me. I finger her some more before I allowed her drive us home. She kept looking at my face at interval with a glowing smile all over her face. Una see me now abi? I promised not to touch her sexually o but now, this hand don play go there again. #BlameMyFingerNotMe. After 10mins, we got to her house. She came down from the car to go open the gate and we drove inside. I took her bag and another package at the backseat. She walked a little faster than usual that night into the house. She made her way straight into the bathroom. I sense she was restless and still reacting to the manipulation I gave her in the car. I dropped her bags on one of the chairs and sat down. When she left the bathroom, she went into the kitchen and came back with a plate, 2 glass cups and a bottle of wine. Me: What’s the occasion Deola? Deola: Nothing really. I just want us to eat. Me: Eat? Eat what? Deola: This. She opened the package I brought along with her bag. In it was chicken laps and sausage. Wow! Nice combo. She serve us and I helped serve the wine. She was just all smiles and lively as we eat. After the meal, we just sat there looking at each other at intervals as we watched the TV. To heat things up a little and make it lively, I said, Me: So, should I still expect you to pour some cold water on me, lock me outside and then allow me sleep on the floor? Deola: Well, I am still thinking about it. Me: Time is of the essence my lady. Besides, I am feeling sleepy already. Deola: Feeling sleepy? Ok oo. Lest you tag me a wicked girl, go inside and sleep on the bed. Me: No. I will rather sleep on the floor. Deola: Not in my house. Go and sleep on the bed. Me: I will only sleep on the floor woman. Besides, I won’t stand up from here unless you pour cold water on me and lock me outside. Deola: Is that what you want? Me: Yes. Deola: Ok. She went straight into the kitchen, opened her fridge and came back with a cold bottle water. I removed my wallet and phones off my pocket, removed my wrist watch too; I emptied myself save my cloths on. She came back with the water, stood before me and pose to pour the water on me. I closed my eyes in anticipation of the water but instead, something else happened. She pour all the water on herself from her shoulder downward. That made all body very wet and drenched. Then right there in front of me, she removed her wet cloth, leaving her with her pants and bra only. I just sat there with my mouth wide opened. She came closer to me and sat on my laps facing me. She wriggled and twisted all over me like a stripper. She held my head and whispered, Deola: Don’t sleep on the floor. Don’t sleep on the bed. Rather, sleep on me. Let’s go inside sugar. I am just remembering what happened to me that night cos I forgot myself totally. To Be Continued…

I see some of you showing concerns about my health. Well, I guess that’s what addiction is all about. Take a smoker for instance. It is clearly written on the pack of the cigarette that “smokers are liable to die young”; yet, you see guys smoking their lives away. I followed a documentary recently about the heart condition of smokers and guys, what I found out was very scary because of the large nicotine intake. Inspite of this, does the smoking rate slow down? Your guess is as good as mine: NO. According to my reliable dictionary, an addict is a person who is very (or chronically) interested in something and spends a LOT of their free time on it. In other words, an addict does not bother him or herself with the consequence of what he/she does. The major concern for an addict is the love they have for what they do – be it positive addiction or negative. Anyone addicted to reading will read whatever his or her eyes finds to read. I used to have a colleague like that who can read from morning till evening without stopping. In a nutshell, Femi was addicted to s*x, he loved it and won’t stop doing it, even if his health is at risk! He just wanna get inbetween those legs and enjoy himself. #sighs. I lifted Deola up and we made our way into the room. I laid her on the bed while I removed my cloths. Still with my boxers, I joined her on the bed and we started kissing. It was hot. Soon, I lost control and she took over. She kissed every part of my body: my eyes, nose, neck…everywhere. She removed my boxers herself and threw it away like someone possessed or starved of s*x for months. She unstrapped her bra too and removed her panties. She started smiling as if she just won a lottery, Me: Why are you smiling? Deola: Femi, you don’t know how much I wanted this. You don’t know how wide and deep I’ve fantasized having you. You unleashed the zeal in me and baby, I can’t stop. Me: Help yourself baby, help yourself. She held my joystick and started sucking on it. I released myself to Deola for further exploration. She sucked my balls too and mehn, that feeling was out of this world. Let me spare you the details felas. I managed 2 rounds with her and that was it. When laid on the bed cuddling, I seized the opportunity to inform her about what’s gonna happen the next day, Me: Baby.. Deola: Yes. Me: My heard my uncle is very sick. I need go see him tomorrow morning. Deola: Really? What happened to him? Me: I don’t know for now. I will only have a clue when I get there. Deola: Ok. When are you going and where does he stay? Me: I will leave as early as possible. He stays in Ajelogo, Mile 12. Deola: Where is that? Me: Ikorodu road, Kosofe Local Government. Deola: Ok. When will you come back? Me: I can’t say. I will call you from there to inform you how things are going. Deola: Ok. Be careful baby. Me: You know I will. One by one, we both slept off. It was a sweet night to remember. Deola sealed her love for me that evening; and without any doubt, I know she loved me crazy. I woke up around 3am while she was sleeping like a baby, her arm wrapped around my waist and her head on my chest. She looked like an angel when I looked at her face. I kissed her on the forehead gently in admiration and appreciation. I shouldn’t have done that! She opened her eyes and started rubbing her hands all over me. My joystick responded with swift attention that even a 4G Wireless can’t boast of. She moved her hand down south my crotch and started stroking again. After some minutes of stroking, she turned her back towards me and willfully inserted my joystick in her punny. That sliding in made me felt so heavenly. I raised one of her laps to ease my penetration. I gave her a good hammering that resulted to both of us sweating profusely, even with her AC on. 15mins later, I climaxed and stopped. She kept on rubbing on her clit until she Pour all over the place. Deola: Ooohh! Sh*t. I love this. How do you feel baby? Me: I feel good too, and tired. Deola: Don’t worry. I’ve got what will replenish your energy and get you back rocking. Me: What’s that? Deola: Don’t bother. I am a Medical Practitioner. I know my onus and I am very pragmatic at it. Me: Yes Doc. Fix me. Deola: Hahahaha. Hold on. She left the bedroom and came back with a capsule, a cup of thick tea. She asked me to drink up the capsule that it’s going to work wonders in my body. I asked for the name of the capsule but she refused telling me, Deola: I will be breaking the Ethics in my profession if I tell you. Besides, I will be risking my license too. Also, you may become addicted to using the drug which will damage your health at the long run. When doctors speak, you have to respect them; they know more than you do. Me: Yes ma. In fact, if I ever asked you for the name again, slap me. I drank up the capsule and we went back to sleep. True to her words, I woke up around 6am feeling strong and agile; even my joystick shared in the mood. #DeolaisMagical. I told Deola of my readiness to leave. She looked a bit unhappy, Deola: This early? Me: Yea. Let me start going so that I can get there on time. Deola: Stay with me a little now. I will be lonely if you’re gone. She held my leg to prevent me leaving, Me: Baby, I understand your plight. Going to see my sick uncle is the right thing to do. The earlier I go the better for me. I can’t face the traffic on Ikorodu road. I promise to come sleep here again tonight. Deola: Serious? Me: Yes I am. Deola: You are a darling! She jumped at me and hugged me. After the hug I asked, Me: Are you happy now? Deola: Yes I am. See Femi, I can’t explain how I always feel whenever you’re with me. It’s like you have my heart in your hands. Me: Hmmm. Ok ooo. I will handle your heart with care. Can I go now? Deola: Not so fast. A kiss to make my day won’t be a bad idea now, will it? Me: No, it won’t. She knelt on the bed while I was at the edge of it. I planted a deep kiss on her lips; and truly, I made it a real KISS: Keep It Short and Simple. She walked me to the gates, hugged me again and I left. I rushed straight into the bathroom when I got home. I took my bath, got dressed and dialed Cynthia’s number, Me: Hello. Cynthia’s Mum: Hello. Me: Oh mummy, e kaaro ma. Emi ni mo pe lana. Se mo le wa wo Cynthia nsiyin? (I called yesterday. Can I come see Cynthia now?). Cynthia: O le ma bo. Oun na ti ji nsiyin. (Yes you can come. She is awake too.) Me: Ok ma. Mi o ni pe de (I will be there soon). I locked my door and rushed downstairs. I told Garfar my intentions and also instructed him to keep records of those who might come looking for me. He nodded in affirmation and I set sail. On my way to the bus stop I dialed Ini’s number to tell her of my movement, Me: Baby, I am already on my way. I’ll inform you of my movements, okay? Ini: Ok baby. I am getting ready for work too. Go well my darling. Me: Ok love. I called Deola too and informed her of my movement. She wished me well and reminded me of my promise to come back to her. I assured her of my commitment. I joined a bus to CMS and from there, I navigated my way to St. Nicolas. I dialed Cynthia’s number again and her mother directed me to where they are. I got there and saw Cynthia already sitting up speaking with her mum. Cynthia suddenly looked at my direction when I was walking towards them. She looked so surprised to me that morning, Me: Good morning ma. I am Femi. I’ve been calling you since yesterday. Good morning Cynthia. How are you? Cynthia: I am fine. How did you know I am here? Me: Your mum told me when I called. Cynthia: Maami, e de so fun mi? (And you couldn’t tell me mum?). Cynthia’s Mum: Ma binu. On sun lowo nigba to pe ni. (Apologies. You were sleeping when he called). Me: It’s good to see you getting better. What happened? Cynthia: Doctor said it’s typhoid-malaria. Thank God I was rescued on time. Me: Thank God. Hope you’re feeling better now? Cynthia: My health has improved. If you had come to see me on Monday morning, you would’ve thought I wouldn’t make it. My mum told me how horrific I looked and how terrified she was. Me: Eeyah! Mummy e ku itoju oo (Thanks mum for the care). Cynthia’s Mum: Oluwa lo ko wa yo o. Oluwa lo lope (It was God that saved us. He owns the praise). Cynthia’s mum excused herself. She said she wanna go see the doctor to ask for further instructions. As yoruba man, I knew that the move was a courtesy shown by her to afford Cynthai and I some privacy to talk. I respect African Women when it comes to that cos they know that they know what they know. Cynthia: How are you Femi? How is your health now? Me: I am very ok. I was surprised and shocked when your mum told me yesterday. Cynthia: You mean you just learnt about my sickness yesterday? Me: Yes. I have been angry with you since the last time I called you. You annoyed me by saying I was going to see a woman when I told you I was going out. I decided I wasn’t going to call you again until you apologise. So, after more than 48hrs of silence, I got worried. I knew something is wrong somewhere. I called your number to find out what happened and your mum told me that you’re in the hospital. Cynthia: I am sorry Femi by my actions that day. I was just being jealous that’s all. Me: No need to apologise Cynthia. Thank God you’re better now. Cynthia’s mother came back and join us. She said the doctor said Cynthia will be discharged on Friday much to her delight. I waited for another 3hrs in the hospital discussing with her mother about general things in the country. Cynthia just sat there watching both of us as we argue back and forth on issues that had no concern with her. After staying for almost 4hrs in the hospital, I announced my intention to start going. The expression on Cynthia face changed to a facial expression of regret. I opened my wallet, counted 10k and secretly handed it over to Cynthia. I bade both her and her mother a goodbye and left. #Freedom To Be Continued…

I left the hospital around 12noon. I called Janet to inform her that I am already on my way home, Me: Can you start coming now or you’re busy? Janet: I am not doing anything sir. I will start coming now. Prepare something for me o. Me: What will you like to eat? Janet: What do you have at home? Me: I’ve got food stuffs I hardly cook. Maybe you’ll cook what you want. Janet: Ok. I called Ini too and lied to her that I just got to my uncle’s place, Ini: Eeyah! Sorry baby. Extend my love to him ok? Me: Yeah I will. I joined a BRT bus and sat beside the window, waiting for other passengers to come in. That day was unusual because there were scanty people coming our direction. What was supposed to take 10mins or there about to fill up ran into more than 30mins and still counting. I got really bored and angry. I would have had enough money on me for a taxi if not that I gave Cynthia some in the hospital. I was only left with #500 which will be enough to take me home if I join a public transport. “It’s gonna be one boring moment”, I enthused. Well, na house I dey go now; no rushing. I brought out my phone to listen to some music as it has become my custom to do so whenever I am bored. After listening to like 5 songs, I changed my mind and switched to videos. I used to have some movies on my phone then. So, that afternoon, Troy was my choice, starring Brad Pitt. Little by little, passengers started filling up the bus. In my mind I was wishing no man should sit beside me; na girl I want. You know that kind thing now? Lol. Finally, someone sat beside me. The smell from this person was so fresh and adorable. When I raised up my head to see who it was, my heart almost escaped my heart. Sitting beside me was a fresh decent girl. She looked like she belonged to the working class; lovely dress sense and great composure. I left the film I was watching and feasted my eyes on this damsel sitting beside me. The first place my eyes went to was her finger. I need to be sure she is not married; and yes, she wasn’t. Second, I moved my eyes up, starting from her legs, up to her Bosom. A quick glance at her bottom even while she was seated sent a reminisce of the lyrics in one of Olamide’s hit song, ‘silly Love': She carry front,..complete the rest. Finally I looked at her face…and our eyes met. Unknown to me, she has been following the way I was sizing her up. I quickly turned my probing look into a smiling look, Me: Good afternoon. Girl: Afternoon. What are you looking for? Because I think you’ve been looking at my legs. Not knowing what to say, my mouth just kept saying whatever comes to my mind, Me: Oh! Actually I thought I would never see this type of your shoes on anyone other than my female friend. She claimed there is only one of it in Nigeria. So, I was a bit surprised when I see someone else put on the same shoe other than her. I am sorry. Girl: No need to apologise. That your friend must be living in utopia. There are millions, if not billions of this type of shoe. And since she’s not the only girl in the world, others can have it too…if they can afford it. Me: Ehen! I said it. Don’t mind her jare. I am Femi by the way. Girl: I am Osas by name. Me: Osas? Nice name. I work with MTN Nigeria (I showed her my ID which was already in my wallet). Osas: Wow! How nice. I work with Sterling Bank. I am a marketer (She showed me her ID too). Me: Way to go! But why are you in a public transport? Shouldn’t you be in your company’s vehicle? Osas: I am not on official duty. I am actually on my way home cos I’ve closed for the day. What about you: do you close this early too? Me: Not really. I am just coming from the hospital. I’ve been on sick leave since last week. I will resume work on Monday. Osas: Oh that’s nice. Hope you’re better now? Me: Yes I am. Thanks. Osas: You’re welcome. I left talking to her and went back to watching my film. To be candid, my mind don comot from the film; I just dey take am cover up. This girl sweet ooo, how I go take get her number now? Yes! I remember the trick I used on Grace…. Hurray! Me: What kind of Blackberry is that? (pointing at her phone) Osas: Oh, it is Bold 3. Me: Really? Can I see it? Osas: Sure. She closed the application she was using and handed the phone to me. When she gave me her BB, she brought out another phone, a Nokia N95. When I noticed she was engulfed with it, I quickly used her BB to send a “Please Call Me Back” to my line, she was using MTN line. I handed the phone back to her and said, Me: What a nice phone you’ve got. Osas: Nice phone? Well, thank you. Me: I stay in Ikate area, Lekki 1. Osas: Really? I stay around Sandfill. Me: That’s very close. Osas: Yeah. Soon enough, the bus passangers filled up the bus and we were on the move. We talked about other things too. Her chat was lively and fun. When she was about to get down I asked her, Me: Can I have your number? Osas: I knew it. Hmmm, 08035542***. Me: Thanks. Osas: Welcome. I purposely made Osas give me her number so that I’ll be sure she’s not lying. Besides, everybody is not gonna act like Grace who just took my smartness for fun. Osas might act strange and unfriendly if she found out the way I got her number. So, I’ve got to be smart. I got home around past 1pm. I went straight into the bathroom for a quick shower. I had barely left the bathroom when I heard a knock on my door. I rushed out of the bathroom with the towel tied around my waist to see who it was, Me: Who is there? Janet: It’s me Janet sir. Ha? Should I open the door like this or should tell her to wait while I go dress up? I looked around and saw one of my shirt on the chair. I put it on quickly before going to open the door for Janet. She looked surprised to see me with a towel tied to my waist. Before she begin ask Jamb questions, I quickly talk, Me: Sorry for the delay. I was in the bathroom when you knocked. I just have to come out and open the door for you lest I keep you waiting. Janet: No problem sir. Good Afternoon. Me: Good Afternoon Janet. Welcome. Please have your sit. Let me go dress up. Janet: Ok. I left for my room to go dress up properly. I can’t explain why I always feel weird whenever this Janet is around me. Wetin dey happen sef? I have made up my mind already not to bleep her no matter what. But this strange feeling I always have whenever she’s around me gave me a serious concern. I have more than enough girls to choose from if agro dey catch me now. I’ve got Ini, Deola and Cynthia whenever she’s fully recupirated. Mary is also coming tomorrow, and I know what to do if I wanna get under her skirt (that one easy now. Well, eventually I did). So, Janet has got no chance to have a feel of my rooster; no, it is not meant for her. We’ve got nothing but business to talk about. I went back to her in the sitting room and straight to business I jumped, Me: How are you Janet? Janet: I am fine sir. Me: Now to what I want us to discuss… Janet: Ok sir. She adjusted herself and sat on the edge of the chair looking too serious, Me: I need you to do me a favour Janet. I have a girlfriend (she looked disappointed when she heard that word) who is so inquisitive. I told her I have a cousin around here when in actual sense I don’t. I need you to act as my cousin. I will settle you after you made her believe the ruse. Janet: Hmmmm. Let’s leave the settlement first. What do you want me to do? Me: I will call her right now and hand you the phone. You will introduce yourself as Dupe, my cousin. Do all you can to convince her…you know, woman to woman stuff. Janet: Is that all? Me: That’s all Janet. And I will try and do something. Janet: Before I agree to this, I have my conditions too. Me: Ok. What are they? Janet: They are: 1. You will never mention the word ‘girlfriend’ again whenever I am with you. 2. This is the first and the last time I am going to talk to whoever you wanna call. 3. And finally, I want complete access to this place anytime I chose to come. Me: Is that all? Janet: That’s Part A of it. Me: Tell me the other part. Janet: No. Do you agree to the first part? Me: Well, partially; especially that 3rd one. I’ll resume work on Monday and I do close 6pm daily. I always come home late everyday, even on Saturdays. The only day I have for myself is Sunday. How then will you have complete access to my house when I am not around? Janet: Simple. I believe there are spare keys to this place. Give me one out of it, and that’s all. I don enter wahala. Which kind person be this? Just because you wan help me; wey I go still settle you o? If not that I had made up my mind to convince Deola that I actually I have a cousin around and that I’ve promised she’s gonna talk to her, I for no enter this mess o. I deviced a plan: give her the key but whenever she comes around, forcefully take it back from her. #Sikena. Me: Ok. I agree. What is the Part B now? Janet: Hmmm. The Part B is about the settlement. Me: Ok. Like how much should I arrange? Janet stood up from her seat and walked up to where I was sitting. She sat the arm of the seat, held my hand and enclosed it inbetween her two palms. She looked straight into my eyes and siad, Janet: I don’t want your money…for now. Take a good look at me Uncle Femi. Am I not good enough to be seen with you? I want us to be together. I wanna be close to you. I have fallen in love with you since the first day we met. I fantasized about you always. I asked: How can a man be this nice, handsome, humble and kind? Make me your woman, I want to stay in your world! That’s my price for doing ‘business’ with you. After those words, she went back to her seat, picked up her bag and left. I sat there looking like a fool who has just been duped of his life savings. Am I dreaming or what? My heart was in my mouth all through Janet’s speech. I couldn’t utter a single word. This girl use charm for me ni? That felas, was the greatest shock of my life! #Chai To Be Continued…

I don’t know if I should agree to her terms or not. What a girl! I thought I am always in control but that day but Janet taught me that some women can give you a run for your money. I begin to wonder if this same Janet was the remorseful and sorry Janet I met that morning. How come she has become so bold and fearless. Imagine Janet giving me conditions before she agree to my request. Did I gave her condition before giving her 4k that morning? See danger ooo. As if Deola was right there in the house with me, her call came through, Deola: Hey baby, how are you? Me: I am just fine. Deola: How is your Uncle doing? Me: He is better and stable now. In fact, he just finished eating. Deola: That’s good. Can I talk to him? Me: What did you say? Deola: I said can I talk to him, your uncle? Me: Oh! No, you can’t. Nurses are attending to him presently. Deola: Nurses? I thought you said he’s stable now. Me: Yes…but they still have to examine him. Deola: Ok. How many of your are there now? Are you the only one there as a family? Me: Nooo. There are brothers, sisters, cousins and …. Deola: Yeah, that reminds me. You still haven’t made me talk to that cousin of yours. Is she there too? Me: Y….e…s but she just stepped out to go receive a call. Deola: Go and give him the phone pl..ea…se. I can’t wait to talk to her. Me: Ok. Give me 10mins. I will call you back. One of the nurses is calling me. Deola: Ok dear. Bye. Me: Bye. Chai! I don enter am. Quickly, I dilaed Janet’s number and ordered her back, Me: Janet what is the meaning of that now? We are still talking and you just walked out like that? That’s not good enough. Janet: I have gone nowhere. I am still on your staircase. I was hoping you will run after me! Me: Run after you? Staircase? I opened the door to confirm her claim and behold, there she stood, with her phone glued to her ear. I ended the call, walked down the staircase to where she stood, Me: Janet, this is not the best way to make a man reason with you. Others may find it disrespectful you know. Janet: I don’t mean to do that. Besides, I have resolved that if you don’t run after me or call me in the next 20mins, I will come back to apologise. Me: What are you going to do now that I have come to look for you? Janet: I will take it as a yes to my proposal! She climbed up the staircase and made her way back into my house. Wetin dey worry this girl sef? Na by force? Well, your days are numbered. Na Deola put me for this mess walahi. I stuck to my initial plan: say yes, make her do the deal, cut her off! #Sikena. Me: Are you ready to talk to her now? Janet: Whenever you want me to. I dialed Deola’s number again and put it on loudspeaker, Deola: What happened? What did the nurse say? Me: She said he needs to rest for like 5 more hours before he can be discharged. Deola: That’s good news then. You should be on your way home anytime soon right? Me: Absolutely. In fact, I will leave here in the next 15mins. Deola: Ok…but you can only leave after I have spoken with your cousin o. Me: She’s right here. Talk to her… I handed the phone over to Janet who has been laughing at me all along. The reason for her laughter I don’t know. I guess she was mocking me for putting a lie to convince someone else, Janet: Hello Good Afternoon. Deola: Hello my in-law. How are you ma? Janet: In-law? Sorry, who am I speaking with? Deola: So you mean your cousin did not tell you who I am before giving you the phone? Janet: Not at all. He just said someone wanna talk to me. Deola: Ok. My name is Deola, his girlfriend and prospective wife. Janet: Hen hen? That’s nice ooo. My name is, (I whispered ‘Dupe’) Dupe, his cousin. Deola: Where do you stay my sister? I whispered Maruwa to her. Janet: I am student but I sometimes come to our house in Maruma area. Deola: That’s nice. Thanks for the other day oo. Femi said you helped him cook a vegetable soup. Janet looked at me, covered my mouth to prevent her from laughing out loud. She shook her head multpile times before answering Deola, Janet: Abi ooo. I don’t want him to die of hunger ni cos as he is like this, he can’t cook. Deola: Thank God you know. Don’t worry ma, I will take good care of him. Janet: Hmmm. May God help you. What do you do Sister Deola? Deola: I am a Medical Practitioner here in V/I. Janet: No wonder! Deola: Wonder what ma? Janet: Never mind jare. It’s nice meeting you Sister Deola. Deola: Call me Deola please. Leave the sister out of it. It feels so nice to have finally heard your voice. I am still looking forward to meeting you some day. Janet: That will be nice…and if I have the time. Bye. Me: So baby, now you’ve spoken with her. Deola: So you didn’t tell her I am your girlfriend before giving her the phone? Me: And you now have. Case closed. I will be on my way soon. Deola: Ok. See you. Call ends. Janet burst into one loud laughter that made me wanna punch her face! To Be Continued…

Me: How much should I bring now? Janet: I told you I don’t want any money for now. Just take me as your woman. Me: Ok. So, what should we do? Janet: What do you want to do? Me: I don’t know. You said I should take you as my girl and now, I am asking you as my girl: what should we do? Janet: I still don’t understand. Me: I am willing to subscribe to your request Janet. You’re my woman, I am your man. So, as lovers, what should do now to kick-start this relationship? Janet: If that’s the case then, do to me what a man would do to his woman. Janet stood up, threw her arms open wide and closed her eyes; apparently waiting for a kiss or hug. Me? For where? Kiss you? I would rather I kiss Deola, my expert kisser. Hug you? Ini is my love, our connection whenever we hug make me feel warm and charged. In that suspense mood, I walked up to her and shook her hands, Me: Welcome to my world, a world where things can only work my way! She opened her eyes looking embarrassed. She had expected a romantic gesture from me, but I gave her what I actually wanted from her: a handshake. After all, how do you expect me to close a deal? No be by handshake? Janet: Are you kidding me? Me: What? Janet: Why shake me? Me: I thought that is how you welcome people officially into any new environment. Janet: See Uncle, in fact, I will stop this Uncle thing sef. Femi, this is not how you treat someone you love on the first day of meeting. This is officially our first day as lovers. I am expecting something more romantic and adventurous. Not this psychic handshake. Me: I am only trying to be a gentleman here Janet. What would I have done? Janet: Are you asking me? Is this your first time of being with a woman? C’mon, I expect some activities of sexual nature like a hug, a peck, a kiss on the forehead, a real kiss and so on. In fact, there is no expression of joy on your face. It’s like you don’t want it right? Let me tell you, you can’t deny me what I want o. I will call that your girlfriend back and tell her the whole truth. Me: Hahahahaha. And how will you get her number? Janet: Her number was displayed boldly enough for me to see now. I memorized it when I was speaking with her! #Gobe! Truly, I didn’t save Deola’s number with any name on my phone for security reasons. Whatever message I send to her and the ones she send to me were quickly deleted. I saw Janet press something on her phone while she was speaking with Deola but I never took cognizance of it. Me: What? Janet: I knew you would want to play me. So I had the number saved on my phone. I am smarter than you Femi! #Imagination. Janet’s tap on the table brought me back from my imagination. I was deeply lost in my thoughts, Me: Sorry Janet. Thank you for the call. I appreciate it. Janet: You’re welcome sir. So, how is it gonna be now? Me: What? Janet: I mean, what will happen now with us? Me: Please, can I see your phone? Janet: Sure you can. I collected Janet’s phone and checked if she actually saved Deola’s number. When I found nothing of such, I returned her phone. I was beaten by my imagination that made me think Janet is gonna ruin my relationship with Deola. God have mercy! Me: What was your question earlier? Janet: I said what should we do now? As in, now that we are …close, you know. Me: Oh, that? Simple. You don’t have to worry. Let’s take things slowly, ok? Janet: Anyhow you want it. Me: Good. I excused myself and went inside. I sat on my bed and reflected on this menace called Janet. Which kind wahala be this now sef? What can I do to provoke this girl and make her leave me for good? I thought about calling Ini and say, “I am now at home Baby, but there is a big problem. I used to have a female friend like that who has been preaching her gospel of love for me. This girl is presently in my house. Please can you come around? Maybe your presence will make her leave.” No. That’s lame and childish. Although I want Janet out of my house, Ini’s presence here might create a huge controversy and war! I’ve offered Janet money, she said she doesn’t need it…at least for now. As for me o, I can’t see myself in love relationship with Janet; no, not on my life. Even if love is blind as some persons will say, I dey see clearly; and she is sure as heck not going to be part of my love life. Me: Janet, this is very huge. I already have a love life with the girl you’ve just spoken with. To start another love affair with you will be a stab on her back, an action that you may not like too. Truly you’re beautiful, s*xy**, humble, sincere, blunt and a straight-forward girl, but what you’re requesting of me is too much. To say the truth, I can’t do it. I will rather call her back and explain my sin to her than start a relationship with you. Janet please, I can’t do this. She kept quiet for some minutes before she said, Janet: I can’t believe guys like you still exist. It shows you’re really faithful. Well, maybe we are not meant to be after all. To Be Continued…

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The key to the heart of every man is in the hands of his woman. No matter how rigid or stubborn a man may want to prove, it is very astonishing to know that a woman can make him look like the greatest idiot the world has ever ever seen. Some girls are just straight up angels, solution-provider and a home- maker. Well, you’ve heard people say that, ‘Behind every successful man, there is a supporting woman’, this is very truthful. Putting things into perspective, Janet is very sweet and beautiful; sociable and catchy. The only thing I have against her is her desperate attitude to get what she want by any means possible. Besides, I have enough girls around me already: tall, slim, robust, clean, decent, fiery, humble, cocky…the list is endless. Me: Thank you for the understanding Janet. Still, I insist on giving you something. So, what do you say? Janet: I don’t want anything else from you save your heart, a chance to be in your life. Me: My dear, I am sorry. I wish to but I can’t. I have given my heart to another. She stood up, walked around the sitting room and came back to her seat, Janet: How I wish I can have a man like you. I have never been lucky with guys Uncle Femi. I have dreamt about you and fancied my chances. Sometimes, life is just not fair to people like me. Me: No Janet, I won’t accept that. The same life gave us the opportunities to choose what we want. Though it is true that sometimes we get lesser than what we deserved, the opportunities abound around us to make us obtain the maximum from this life. I agree with you though that we need a bit of luck to enjoy maximum impact of satisfaction and happiness, but, we must remember that we are finite, time-bound, restricted and limited. Issues of life can sometimes be a very complicated complexitiy; twists and turns, ups and downs. You just have to keep fighting until life gives you what you truly deserve. Janet: Hmmmm! Your words are so encouraging. I wish… Me: Wish what? Janet: I wish you are my man; a man that will…. Me: Hold on! That reminds me. Janet, you still haven’t told me what really happened between you and your boyfriend. Janet: Uncle Femi, that’s one area I don’t wanna talk about, please. Let’s just forget it. Me: No Janet. Sometimes, we think we are right to do somethings that appear ideal. However, critical analysis of those things will open our eyes to see our errors. So, tell me what really happened. Janet: Please don’t remind me of my pain. I moved closer to her seat, wrapped my hand across her waist and said, Me: I will be here if you’ld need a shoulder to cry on. Fireway Janet, I am here. Janet gave a heavy sigh, looked into my eyes and held my hand, Janet: Promise me that this will stay between us Uncle Femi? Me: I’ve got you Janet. You can trust me. She readjusted herself on the chair, coughed a little and continued. Janet: I am a very very naughty gilr: raw, seedy, wayward, party-freak and a drunkard. I met my ex-boyfriend, Kelvin, popularly called Coach, at one birthday night party in Ajah. He told me he’s into spare part business in Apapa and his house is in opposite Chisco bus stop. I fell in love with him instantly because his car is one of the most expensive cars paraded that night, he’s got a decent business, he lives in a nice environment, he looked calm, collected, handsome and rich. After about 30mins into the party, he said he’s feeling dizzy and ready to leave. I walked him up to his car and he gave me 5k at the spot to buy recharge card. I was surprised at his generosity. We exchanged numbers that evening and he drove off. I called him that same night and thanked him for his kindness, showing him my appreciation. He promised to come back and see me the following day; which he did, along side two of his friends. To cut it short, that was how we became serious lovers. We club and party together almost every weekend until that fateful day when things got out of hands. Kelvin and I have s*x all the time, even when I am menstruating. He was the first and only guy that had anal s*x with me. I gave in to this because, except I want to lie, he has been so supportive of me financially. Doing his bidings, I thought, was the only way to show him my gratitude for all he has been doing for me. We were at the club one day, when he told me he wanna have s*x. I told him we should go to his house since the club is just about 15mins drive away from his house. However, he insisted we do it in his car, which I bluntly rejected. I am not a LovePeddler! Even if I have given my body to you, you should show me some respect! That was the straw that broke the camel’s back! Kelvin stormed out of the club and left me there. I ran after him but before I could get to him, he drove off, leaving his friends behind. His friends told me not to go to his house when I wanted to; they said he might get physical on me. They offered to take me to their place, a 3 Bedroom Flat in Jakande Estate. I agreed & followed them. We took a taxi home that night. It was around some minutes past 11pm. I kept calling Kelvin’s number while we were on our way but he never answered my call. One of Kelvin’s friend who sat with the driver kept talking back and forth about things that are practically of no interest to anybody. The other one that sat with me at the backseat said nothing, he was just busy with his phone. We got to Jakande Estate around 12midnight. Nepa had struck before we arrived home, leaving everywhere very very dark, except for few solar lights struggling to beam their light. When we got home, one of them switched on the generator. They made me feel comfortable in all forms. Their level of hospitality that evening was highly impressive. One of them came to me and told me to follow him. He showed me where I am to sleep that evening and gave me a wrapper to cover myself if I need to. I thanked him and entered the room. I dialled Kelvin’s number again. It rang but he never answered it. I should have agreed to Kelvin’s car action that night becaues, I regret up to this day, my decision to follow those guys home. As I laid me down on the bed to sleep, my mind was still racing up and down, seeking to speak with Kelvin, which never materialize. I became weak and weary; my eyes heavy for sleep. So I slept off. A soft touch on my bottom evoked my consciousness that somebody is touching me. My conscious mind struggled with my weak body for dominance and the will to get up. Eventually, my body prevailed! I opened my eyes to see where the soft touch was from or from whom. Uncle Femi, I saw these guys stark Unclad, standing beside my bed. At first I thought I was dreaming, but when I saw them smiling cynically, I knew I was in for a big deal. I sat up from my sleep fully awake and aware that things are about to get ugly. “What’s going on here?”, I asked with a shaky voice. The first guy (Sadiq) said, “We have helped you provide a place to sleep when your boyfriend deserted you. So don’t act funny here, just cooperate.” The second guy (Nalegun) moved closer to bed on the bed, tried to grab me forcefully. I screamed and struggled with him but he succeeded in covering my mouth and preventing me from shouting. Uncle Femi, to cut the long story short, they both had their ways, turn after turns. It was excrutiating, demoralizing and a shameful experience for me. This happened to me because of Kelvin. These guys forced themselves on me from 3am to some minutes past 4am. They left me there on the bed smiling at each other. Nalegun said afterwards, “Why you come dey form like say you no be ashawo. Kelvin told us say you be him love peddler now.” Those words cut through my mind. That was the most damaging, horrible, degrading and life-snuffing words I ever heard in my life. They left my room and slammed the door after them. I felt like committing suicide right there cos I got tired of living. Life was of no interest to me anymore. I called Kelvin’s number again and again; still, there was no answer. I called his friend living here in Ikate but his number was off. I rolled up and down the bed in agony and pain. This was not a life I signed for, not the kind of life I wished to experience. I cried and cried that morning until I lost all my strength. Sadiq came back to the room, dropped 3k on the bed and said, “You can use that for a taxi home. We’re going out by 5am, so get yourself ready; else we lock you out.” I asked myself, “Am I a rag that anyone can match on? What’s going on?” I almost cursed God that morning because the emotional pain was just too much to bear. I had no choice but to take the money since I had none on me the night prior. I saw no reason to come with money since Kelvin was with me. True to their words, they both came back around 5am to inform me that they are leaving. Slowly and shamefully, I got up from the bed. I asked if I could take my bath but they declined. Nalegun said I should have done that immediately they left having ‘fun’ with me. That word “fun” pierced my heart like a dagger. I obeyed them and got dressed like that! They offered to drop me at the junction where I can find a taxi home but the shame of riding with the guys that just forced themselves on me could not let me agree to it. I left their house when I got dressed and walked out of the compound. I watched as they zoom off, not minding how I will find my way home. With a slow walk of shame, I walked down the direction they drove. Since it was still dark and their was no light, I spotted a shop where there was a bench. I sat there on the bench, and kept calling Kelvin’s number with same result – no answer. I sat there crying and kept wishing what I experienced had not happened. Around 6:30am, I stopped a bike, “Bus stop, but na 1k I get please”, I said. “No problem. Your money na #100 sha.” Within minutes, we are at the bus stop. I took a taxi to Kelvin’s house only to meet his absence. That was why you met me that morning in such mood! To Be Continued…

Me: Wow! You mean this was what you went through with him? Janet: Yes Uncle Femi. That was why I told you that I will never go back to him again. Me: You are going to meet one of his friends when I saw you that morning, right? Are you saying he is in the know of it? Janet: No. In fact, Kelvin lied to him that he caught me with another guy; that was why he dumped me. Me: That’s very silly and childish of Kelvin. If what you just told me truly happened, then, I can boldly say Kelvin is an ANIMAL, a serious one at that. Don’t worry Janet, God will give you a nice guy that will love you for you. And as for those guys that preyed on your simplicity & humility, God will punish them daily! Janet: Amen! Every normal person will feel sorry for Janet that afternoon, except you’re be a bad-Buttocks-nigga whose conscience has long been sired. Her facial expression kept alternating from sadness to sorrow as she narrated her bitter experience with Kelvin and his Kitty-Cat-mongers. I mean, how on earth could people be so mean, heartless and barbaric? Some guys are just straight up wicked like those retartds. Why take advantage of a poor girl just because you gave her accommodation for a night? Why can’t we just be a nice guy and do people favours without expecting a reciprocative reward from them? As for Kelvin, he’s an Buttocks! Just because say you wan yansh woman, you no fit hold body reach house? Some will say what if his house is actually far from the venue? So? If you no f**k, you go die? Wetin make virgins do? As dirty as I was, there were times that I refused to give in to sexual urge because I felt the context and condition was inappropriate. If the agro come pass wetin body fit contain, please, for the love of God, GET A DAMN ROOM! Me: What will you do now Janet? Janet: Uncle Femi, to say the truth, I have decided to stop all those rough lives I have been living. I have learnt my lessons the hard way. I really want a new life…and I thought you were the one I could start such a life with. Me: Janet, I would have loved to but, in all fairness, I don’t think I am good enough for you. Janet: Why did you say that? The way I see you, you’re very faithful. I mean, I just seduced you into accepting a relationship with me but you refused, even when no one is here to check on you. What more security and faithfulness can a lady expect from his guy than this? Me: You won’t understand Janet. Not all that glitters are gold. Things may look smooth and good but may be the most dangerous thing ever to happen. I may not be what you think I am. Janet: You don’t have to lie just to discourage me from pressing for a relationship. I know whom I have come to meet: a man with soft mind and decency. Me: Let’s just forget it ok? Again I am sorry that I couldn’t give you what you want Janet. I love my girl so much that I can’t trade her another. I hope you understand me? Janet: I’ve heard you ooo. Abeg, no kill me with this, “I love my girl” story joor. Wetin sef? She fine reach me? Me: Hahahaha. Actually she it not. Janet: Better. Please, stop reminding me that you love her biko. Me: Ok ma. I am grateful for trusting me Janet. I appreciate it. Janet: Thank you for listening sir. I should be on my way home now. Me: Hmmmm. Ok. Let me get dressed please. I went inside to change my top. I felt pressed to give Janet something. No amount could be too big or small for her. I took my ATM card cos I was out of cash. All I had on me had been given to Cynthia earlier. Me: Shall we? Janet: Na wah for you. Not even a hug? Haba I don try now. If I have the chance to display what I had in mind before coming here today ehn, you go run away o. Me: What would you have done? Janet: Let me not say it Uncle Femi. I came here powerfully for you. I thought you will play along and into my plans. Me: See this girl oo? Just tell me, what would you have done to me? Janet: What if I told you that as I am standing talking to you, I have no pants on? Me: You what? I freezed where I stood. Is this crazy? Why would a girl come to see a guy with no underwear? Has she gone mad? Then I began to reflect on what she told me about her ordeal in the hands of Kelvin’s friends. Janet: You’ve gone beyond who I can hide for. I really meant business. I still maintain that our meeting that morning was divine. Since that day I have been experiencing a different feeling, mindset and purpose. Me: Is the joke over now? Can we go? Janet: I knew it. Always resisting! Yes, let’s go. We walked down to bus stop gisting. I was very cautious of every movement in front and behing me. I kept like 2-3 steps behind Janet so that, if eventually I see someone that looks like Ini; Cynthia or Deola, I go just change step and direction. We branched a Stanbic Bank ATM machine along the street to withraw some cash for Janet and for myself. After the withdrawal, I gave Janet 8k for a keep, and a separate 2k for transport home. She almost knelt down in gratitude for my gesture! I walked home after seeing Janet off. I pitied her because of what she had gone through. I learnt a great lesson from Janet’s experience that, everyone has a story to tell. That you see somebody looking fly, fresh, ok and nice, doesn’t necessarily mean all is well with him or her. Some cover up their pain, shame, agony and troubles with smiles so that they won’t end up becoming an object of pity. Even as you are reading this post, you will bear me witness that life isn’t that smooth. Many of us logged in here to laugh, have fun, be happy and find a way to hide our challenges. That’s why we all need to be grateful to God each day we find ourselves alive. After all, as long as there is life, there is hope; a living dog is better than a dead lion! Around 4pm, I called my love, Ini. Me: Baby I am back home! How are you? Ini: My sweet, I am ok. You must be feeling tired now baby. Me: Very exhausted. What can you get me? I am hungry. Ini: Cook something now baby. Me: I can’t. I am tired. Ini: Ok. Let me see what I can do. Call ends. Isn’t it obvious that I can’t do without Ini? She is that kind of woman that make the disappointment of the day’s work disappear with her soothing words and smiles. I am happy we met. Deola called to check on me too, Deola: Hey Mr., where are you? Me: I am almost home. Just a little traffic around Law School. Deola: Law School? Can you come down and come to my office, please? Me: Ha? Baby I am very very tired. I can’t come o. Let me just go home straight, find something to eat, takea shower and sleep! Deola: No now. I can get you something to eat here, and then we will go to my together. Me: I am sorry Deola. Let me just go home please. Deola: It’s not fair o. Me: I am sorry dear. Deola: Don’t dear me jor. What’s the big deal in coming to see me in the office? Me: Deola, I am resuming Monday. I am just returning from a very stressful trip. The only thing I need now is to get some rest, even you will approve such. Deola: I know. It’s not as if you’re going to walk here now. Just come and say hello, even if you’re not going to stay longer than 5mins. Me: Baby, I am sorry I can’t. If I am the man here, I think you need to listen to me; at least accord me some respect you know I deserve. I know you wanna see me but I can’t make it cos I am tired. With no responce, Deola hung up the call on me. I felt disrespected and trampled on. I sent her a text to make my heart known, “If because I said I can’t come to your office and you thus behaved, I am afraid we may not work. I am not coming again tonight.” Yes I know I lied to her that I am just returning from my Uncle’s but wouldn’t it be reasonable for her to agree with my me after giving her a reasonable excuse? Why hang up on me? For what? I was enraged by her actions, at least for the first time! Ini: Baby, I’ve got you Fried Rice. I am bringing it now. Me: Thanks darling. That’s why I love you. At least you’re better off this one wey one… Ini: This one? Who? Me: Sorry jare. I am watching Africa Magic…and this girl is just too bossy. Ini: Ok. I am on my way. Me: What about your boss? Ini: She is not around. I won’t stay though, I’ll just bring the food and leave. Me: Ok. My emotion almost got the better of me. Deola annoyed me I must confess. Ordering a man is the dumbest thing to do be you whoever. I don’t care if you’re Obama’s daughter! I can’t be a lady’s puppet in the name of ‘love’. Tufiakwa. Ini brought the food as she said: fried rice and turkey. Where she got it I don’t know; and with condition I was then, I don’t wanna know. She sensed I wasn’t really in good mood. So she asked, Ini: My king, what’s wrong with you? You look upset and perturbed, why? Me: Really? I am ok Ini. Nothing’s wrong. Ini: Are you sure? Me: Yes I am. I collected the food from Ini was about devouring it when Deola’s call came through. My phone was on the table in front of Ini. I wasn’t ready to talk to her, at least for that moment. Ini looked at me with a suspecting face, Ini: Baby, why are you not answering your call? Me: I don’t wanna talk to the caller. Ini: Who is it? Me: He’s a colleague from work. He borrowed some money from me and when I called to remind him, he sounded annoying. Ini: I knew it. I knew something is wrong. Baby, people are bound to offend us, whether we like it or not. The maturity here is dig deep inside inside ourselves and find the will to forgive them. Me: You don’t understand Ini. The last thing I wanna experience is someone toying with my personality. It boiled me up. Ini: It’s ok baby. You just have to forgive whoever the offender is; not necessarily for them, but for yourself. This girl ehn? I don’t know she managed to enter into my head and influence my thought. She’s got that kind of aura that can influence one’s resolution in an instant. I agreed to Ini’s plea to answer Deola’s next call. I was eating when the door opened up. Ini and I turned around to see who it was… To Be Continued…

Standing at door was a figure so familiar with Ini and I: Cynthia! Jezz! My heart almost come out of my mouth. Ini looked stunned, though confident. She looked at me and said, Ini: I will call you when I get home. She got up and left, by-passing Cynthia at the door by making sure their body didn’t touch each other. I stood up from my seat & walked up to Cynthia, who was still standing at the door, incensed! Me: Cynthia. You didn’t tell me you’re coming. Cynthia: Do I need to inform you before coming here? Must I seek for permission and your approval before I come? Me: No. That’s not what I am saying. I mean, what if you didn’t meet me at home? Wouldn’t that be a waste of time and energy? Cynthia: Let me be the judge of that. By the way, what was that thing doing here again Femi? Me: Thing? Who? Cynthia: That girl. Me: She brought me food. I gave her money to help me get it. Cynthia: Femi why are you this wicked? I was in your house almost everyday to look after you when you were sick; I even brought you what to use. You couldn’t even think about coming to see me at home. But you have the time and freedom to ask that thing to buy you food. I am sure she’s not only buying you food, there is more to the two of you than meet the eye. I don’t deserve this from you. Me: Stop thinking like that Cynthia. I told you she only brought me food, that’s all. Cynthia: I’ve heard you. Thanks. I should be on my way already. Me: Ha? Why? Cynthia: I came to say hello to you and thank you for your visit and gesture at the hospital. Me: Thank God, but I can’t allow you leave like this. You’ve barely spent 10mins. Cynthia: I am sorry I have to go. I can’t stay long anymore because my mum instructed me to get back early. Besides, I’ve been in my friend’s house since 11am and this is past 4pm already. I don’t want my mum worried about me. Me: And if I insist? Cynthia: Then you left me no choice but to give you a slap so I can leave! What? Slap who? Me? That word ‘slap’ came directly from Cynthia’s heart. She was obviously angry and incensed. I watched as she grumbled down the stairs. For the first time, I saw a real mad Cynthia, fully enraged and bitter! What is this day turning into sef? Deola annoyed me and I won’t pick her calls, Cynthia caught me with Ini and thundered out of my house. Where will I start from? Obviously I have a Triple-Threat Match here: Deola offends me and needs to apologise; Cynthia is boiling and mad at me; Ini deserves some explanations too as to who Cynthia really is. The last time they met I told her she’s just a friend. But looking at things closely with more scrutiny, it appears Cynthia is not “just a friend”, she is more than a friend; and that I know so well. Who should I talk to first: Ini, Deola or Cynthia? Ini looks more like it. She is the only girl that has never annoyed me up until now. She’s so mature and understanding. I called her line, Me: Hello baby.. Ini: Hmmmm! Oga Femi, na wah ooo. You owe me an explanation oo. Me: Baby I know. It’s just that things are a little complicated. I will explain better. Ini: If someone is gonna make your life and right to privacy complicated, my candid advice is to dump such people, even if it’s me. Me: Wow! What can I do without you Ini? Your maturity is so flawless and unmatched. Ini: That’s not what I am saying my love. Girls don’t act like that if there is nothing going on Femi. I am a woman too, and I understand how we act. I wouldn’t have left your house just like that were it not for the fact that creating a scene will result in disaster, especially for me. If not, I would have stayed back and watch what will happen; and trust me, there is this other side of me I pray you don’t see. Me: I am sorry Ini. I will explain better when we see. Ini: Tell her now that I left not because I was afraid o. I am a Calabar girl. When next she behaves like that, I will show what Calabar Girls are truly made of. Me: She is not here Ini. She also left minutes after you left. Just forgive me Ini. I’ll find time to explain, ok? Ini: Ok. Hope you’re ok? Let me know when you’re done eating. Me: Ok my love. Bye. While I was on phone with Ini, I heard a beep on my phone. So after the call, I checked what it was. Deola had replied my message, “My love, my heart. I know you’re angry with me. I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have hung up on you like that because it is disrespectful. Please, I wanna talk to you.” I called Deola back, Deola: Hey baby! I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude to you. I was just kidding you know. Please I am sorry. Me: It’s alright. Deola: What about tonight? I hope you’re coming… please? Me: I will think about it. Deola: Baby, are you still angry with me? I said I am sorry. Me: Ok I am coming. Deola: Thank you. And tonight, I will treat like I’ve never done before. Should I come pick you at home? Me: Yes please, you can. Deola: Ok. Bye. Two settled, one left. I can’t call Cynthia, at least not today! To Be Continued…

Cynthia need to learn some respect: after all, na f**k we dey f**k each other now, nothing serious between us. Come to think of it, this is not her first time of behaving like this. This was how she was rude to me before she got sick. My problem is that she’s never patient: she is too hurty and violent. I come dey imagine oo, if to say na for bed she catch me and Ini nko? Na im be say she go behead me be that! I felt lonely and alone after the whole sh*t. The need to have a life companion so that this whole bullshit can stop arrested my heart. For every guy out there, there is always a point where the need to do the needful speaks. For me, I got tired of this whole show. I never really had a peace of mind with these girls, except when I am with Ini. She is the only woman that gives peace to my heart. She knows my frame and what constitutes my thoughts. She knows what to say, how to say it, where to say it, when to say it and why it should be said. She’s just a complete woman. Should I marry her? What about my family, will they not question such a move? Of all the nice, decent, beautiful and pleasant Yoruba Girls around, why go for a Calabar Girl? Their culture, norms, beliefs, traditions and perspectives are different from ours. Will I not create an enmity and divide in my family if I dare make such a move? Will she even accept? Will her family accept her wish to cross tribe? So many questions begging for answers. To say the fact, there are only 2 tribes all over the world: a good tribe and a bad tribe. A man is a man, a race is a race. A man is not judged by his race or tribe; he should be judged because he is a human being. That a man comes from a bad tribe doesn’t mean he’s gonna be a bad person and vice versa. We often fall into this prejudice because of what we have heard from people. Character, humility, decency, truthfulness, openness, hospitatility and pure love should guide and guard us whenever we are searching for a life partner. That he/she is Hausa, Igbo, Yoruba, Tiv, Urhobo or the likes should NEVER be the yardstick for choosing a life partner. Well, this is not counselling section. So, enough said. Mary promised to come visit me tomorrow. I should get prepared for her visit properly. I sniffed another chance of bleeping her again. I was savouring the taste and feeling when Deola called again, Deola: Baby, what should I get you for dinner? Me: I don’t pick foods Deola. Anything will do. Deola: No now. I want you to choose. Tell me what to get you, please. I don’t know what to tell her. The only thing that came to my mind then was pizza! Me: Ok. I’d need a pizza for dinner. Deola: And what? Me: As in? Deola: As in, Pizza and what? Me: And anything Deola, anything. Deola: Haba baby, why are you sounding like this? Are you still angry? Me: No I am not Deola. I want pizza and anything you can buy too, or anything that can go with it. Deola: Ok baby. See you later. Na only me dey this world ni? Cynthia is fiery, Deola is nagging! Kilode gan sef? Mtcheeewww. Thid feeling only helped to nail the need to settle down on the head. Una no go kill me sha. I switched my attention back to Mary. I don’t know why she agreed to come see me. Could it be that she missed me? How does she look like now? Is she fat, bulky, fit or slim? Is she taller than before? Is she more beautiful now? Even if she is all of that, will she ever allow me see her pants again cos I remember she said, “… we are done.” “Well, treat like a guest then”, I conclude. This means that I also have to leave Deola’s place very early in the morning so that I get everywhere arranged and made ready. Presently, everywhere is looking tidy and neat. So, just a little cleaning and dusting will complete the magic. It dawn on me that I haven’t confirmed Mary’s promise to come. Silly me! I called her right away, Mary: Hello sir. Good evening. Me: Evening Mary. How are you? Mary: I am fine and ok. What about you? Me: I am good. Are you still coming tomorrow? Mary: Yes I am. I told my parents and they agreed. There will be no need to come very early any longer. Me: Why? Mary: I told my parents that I may pass the night in Lagos. My mum objected to it instantly but when I approached my dad, he convinced her to let me go. Me: What did your dad tell your mum? Mary: He told her that she should allow me, that I am no longer a kid. Besides, do they know what I have been doing at school? Me: Hmmmm. That’s a nice one there but, you know, don’t misuse the opportunity please. Mary: No I won’t. That’s why I decided to pass the night in your house…(My heart lept for joy when I heard that but the euphoria was short-lived)…on one condition. Me: Mary? What condition again? Mary: That you’ll not touch me or attempt to! Me: Agreed. Is that all? Mary: Yes. Me: Ok. No p. See you tomorrow. Call ends. I told myself, “na you go create wetin go make me touch you.” I used the next few hours on my PES before Deola came by to pick me up for the night! Sometimes you’re not just in the mood. This summarizes my night with Deola when we got to her place. I was relatively moody and reserved. I felt a part of me detached from her; there was no spark, no ember, no passion, no zeal. Pre-occupied by the thoughts of how to manouver Mary the following day, I was completely away from Deola; I took no cognizance of what she was doing. I sat close to the TV to relax but I think it is better to say it was the TV that was watching me instead. I was just detached from her without explanation. I saw Deola’s lips moving but I couldn’t hear a damn thing. You know the feeling right? Deola: Feeeeemmmmmmmiiiiiiii! Me: Jesus! What? Deola: What’s wrong baby? I have called your name like 100 times and you didn’t answer me. Are you still angry with me? I said I am sorry now. Me: Forgive me, I was lost in thoughts. Deola: About what? What happened? Me: About my uncle, his health status and all, you know. Deola: It is understandable baby. He will be fine, relax. Me: Ok. What do we have for dinner? Deola: I got you the pizza you requested. Me: Hmmmmm yummy! Go get it mama. Deola: Yes papa. I just have to put up some show and liven up the atmosphere in order to erase any doubt of my full presence with Deola. My heart was actually divided. What kinda life be this now? Abi I do girls- ritual ni? only me: Deola, Ini, Cynthia…Mary…Osas; even Janet sef wan collect form. I resemble 2 Face? Deola came back with the pizza and a bottle of chilled bottle of processed milk, I think it was imported because that was the very first time I am gonna see such. She placed the pizza on the table, got a napkin and cutleries. Deola: There you go baby. Me: Thanks dear. Aren’t you gonna join me? Deola: Nope. I’ll make do with the chips in my bag. Me: Will that be ok for you? Deola: Yes it will. Besides, I have taken something at work before I closed. Me: Alright. Watch me. One horrible thing about me is that I eat all these junk foods like they are real meal. Deola watched on as I almost galloped the whole package of the pizza. The chilled milk only made matters worst in that it served as a catalyst that helped in devouring the food like a man ordered to eat after 1000 days of dry fast. Lol. I finished the whole bottle of milk as if I am drinking water. I never knew the kind of effect the milk will have on me until I laid me down on the bed to sleep after shower. She gave me a night robe after the shower to, according to her words, “aide your sleep.” Deola is an expert, a genius at making all your body parts perform at their optimum strength (Hope you know what I mean, right?). As in, I was hard as rock down south. It was as if the whole went down there to rent space. I was so hard that I couldn’t tie the rope around my waist because of the hard on. And Deola, knowing that the deed has already been done, and after taking her own shower too, let down her hand straight on my arsenal. That touch sent a crazy chilling all through the departments of my body. To make me go crazy, she rolled and wrapped her mouth around my Johnny, her right fingers teasing my Tips. The AC made the condition in the room electrifying. With my legs wide opened, I released myself to Deola for COMPLETE exploration. After like 7mins, I became high and ready to burst into her mouth. Me: Deola wait… Deola: What’s wrong baby? Me: Can you get me a cold water? Deola: What for? Are you tasty? Me: Something like that. Deola: Ok. She rushed off the bed to get the water. I held my machine to prevent it from raining that early. I sat up the bed, moved around the room as I await the water. Finally, she came with the water; a big jug of cold water! Perfect. I drank 3 cups of it and I felt relaxed and ready. Me: Now it’s my turn mama. I lifted her and slammed her on the bed. She gave a s*xy** look and started licking her lips. Truly this girl is ready to get f**ked. I opened up her legs and buried my head in her punny. She sang all manner of songs that evening as I gave her a sweet-loving oral. When I noticed how unstable her legs were, shaking from the effect of the head, I knew it was time to invite the General for address the battalion! I bleeped Deola back and forth like someone on drugs. For the first time, Deola begged me to stop. Stop wetin? Wey I never come? She had climaxed like twice or more. I said her, Me: You have to endure baby, I will come soon, ok? Deola: Ok. I noticed she was in obvious pain. Sincerely I couldn’t explain why that night was like that. Could it have been an effect from what I drank? Or the euphoria of bleeping Mary again after a long time? I rushed up the section, thrusting faster, deeper but precise and steady. Few minutes later, I blasted my Pour inside her. It was a massive eruption that took all my strength away. Her punny couldn’t contain my Pour too. Me: That was magical! Deola: I am tired. Na sleep sure pass. To Be Continued…

I was still madly hard after the eruption. I have never felt that way before my entire life. Deola covered her p***y with one hand. The reason she did that I don’t know. My guess was that maybe I pounded her too much and too deep. That night was just unusual of me. I was incredibly strong and powerful after the meal. Wetin dis girl give me chop? Me: Baby? Deola: (Witha faint voice) Ye… s. Me: What is with that pizza or milk? I am feeling unusual this night. Deola: Yea I know. It is the milk actually. It was supposed to energize you and replenish your lost strength due to the stress you went through in going to see your uncle. What I don’t understand is how it made you this strong! Your Joystick was so strong in me, touching my womb. I will stop ordering for it then. Me: Is that why you covered your p***y? Have I hurt you? Deola: Yea a little. Me: Ha? I am sorry. You should have stopped me now. Deola: I can’t. I don’t wanna upset you anymore. I guess that’s the sacrifice I can willingly make to make you feel happy. Me: Baby! Why did you allow me enjoy myself at your own pain? That’s not good enough. Deola: I am not complaining dear. It’s alright. I’ll be fine. I felt sorry for her that night. She was truly in obvious pain while I was thrusting in hard. Sometimes, when you’re 45% loaded during s*x, that is when you’re just getting started; you can’t stop the process halfway cos it is better not to do anything at all than stop prematurely! I drew her closer, rubbed my hand all over her body, mostly her Bosom and navel. A kiss on the eyebrow and forehead made her express a little smile. With her right hand covering her p***y, she used her left on my Johnny, which was already in attention. Me: Baby don’t do that please. Deola: Why not? Me: Don’t start what you can’t finish. Besides, you said you are tired. Deola: I was tired because I was gasping for breath, not because of this… Me: Are you sure? Deola: Have I ever backed down before? Me: But you asked me to stop earlier. Deola: It’s just a ploy to help me catch my breath. C’mon papa, mama needs some more… I obliged. Wetin you want na im I go give you. We did a gorilla doggy, belly to belly before I cadenced on missionary. This time, she was strong and fit enough to take whatever I threw at her. My almost 10′ Joystick buried inside her hole made her roll up her eyes, licked her lips and moaned heavily. She wet my Joystick with her Pour and few minutes later, I sent in the rain! I collapsed on the bed beside her famished. Eventhough my Joystick was still very much hard, I masterfully detached my mind away from her fresh-looking, tempting and spotless body. No be on top you I go die, I’ve got my life to live. Although I woke up around 4am, I tried not to touch Deola cos I know say she be Thuraya wey no dey tire. Any touch will awake the sleeping demon inside her. I avoided making any contact with her because I was afraid make she no come finish all my blood; Mary still dey come my den, her own salary sef dey their to pay even if she claimed she doesn’t want to be “touched.” I went back to sleep again, making sure the only contact I am having with Deola is the breath coming outta my nostril. I felt tempted to engage my Joystick again through the back door. I don’t know why I love this position. My body wanted to, but my mind was against it. 7am our sleep was interrupted by her phone. She had a call to report immediately, Deola: What happened? Voice: Nothing. Just Come right away! Deola: Ok sir! She turned to me looking sad and disapproval, Deola: I am asked to report to work now. My attention is needed at the clinic. Me: That shouldn’t be a problem. You know how we do it: lock me here, give me the keys! Deola: Yea. She hurried off to bathroom to take her bath. I got up from bed sluggishly that morning, feeling highly dehydrated, even after drinking a huge jug of cold water. I got myself a bottle water from her fridge while she bath. She came out of the bathroom Unclad! My third leg wan speak again but I had to keep him shut down. She got dressed in front of me. The problem I have with women is not what they wear, but how long they take to adjust it on themselves. It doesn’t take guys up to 10mins to get dressed; but women, they can spend up to 30mins applying make-ups and checking their faces in the mirror. Deola’s bath didn’t take her up to 15mins; but when dressing and making up, she spent almost 40mins! I got incensed by her make overs that I said, Me: I thought you said your needed at the moment? Deola: Yes. Me: And you’re still here applying make-ups? Are you going to do fashion parade at the clinic? Just get dressed and leave already woman! Deola looked at me surprised that I spoke to her like that. I mean I was very annoyed and furious. Deola: I am just trying to look nice Femi. You don’t have to shout at me like that. That’s not right! She fall my hand. She wore a sorry look on her face, disappointed by my words. Whose blame is it? To Be Continued…

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Nyc one, love ur mode of posting ur updates

Nyc one guy,ride on..

Woman wit der wahala make up

wow u are really trying @mubarak mre oil to your elbow..

Janet.... Crazy lady, why qoinq 2 a quy houz without ur panties... Cynthia... Why anqry na birthmate u be not hz wife.

tanks 4 d iv

She got dressed and was ready. There were traces of tears in her eyes, apparently hurt by my words. Me: I am sorry baby. I don’t mean to hurt you. She busted into tears when I said those words. I embraced her, kissed her and apologized the more. She looked side ways and said, Deola: I just wanna look nice. Is that too much? Besides, won’t you be happy if your woman looks good? Me: I will. Your beauty is my beauty. You’re my face, you represent my personality. I am proud of you Deola. I am sorry I said those words. Please forgive me. Let me sing you a song baby. Celine Dion ft R. Kelly’s I am Your Angel came to my mind. No kidding guys, I think I sing well. I am blessed with voice so sonorous and angelic. I also have this falsetto that can make you think I am a female when singing. No doubt me oo, I better pass Tuface. ?. Sing along with me guys if you know this song, I saw your tear drops, and I heard you cry All you need is time, seek me and you shall find You have everything and you’re still lonely It doesn’t have to be this way, let me show you a better day And then you will see, the morning will come And all of your days will be bright as the sun So all of your fears, just cast them on me How can I make you see… I’ll be your cloud up in the sky I’ll be your shoulder when you cry I’ll hear your voices when you call me I am your angel And when all hope is gone, I’m here No matter how far you are, I’m near It makes no difference who you are I am your angel I’m your angel. She joined me at the last line and together we sang, “I am your angel.” What a glorious atmosphere it was that morning. Deola: I love you Femi with all my heart. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. You’re my hero. She reciprocated the kiss I gave her earlier. The kiss was hot and passionate with tears rolling down her eyes. I don enter wahala. Deola is obviously in love with me. She has changed from her ‘stiff- necked’, ‘I-no-send-you’ attitude to a more humble, sweet, submissive and caring woman. What changed her behaviour is still a mystery to me till today. Was it because I got angry when she ordered me to stop by her office yesterday or she’s just overtly and unrepentantly in love with me. Women can sometimes be a tough nut to crack. They can be an angel this moment and the next, your worst enemy. I savoured the moment with her though. I played into her hands and emotions. Wetin man pickin go do now? I am already in the pool of love; all I have to do is keep swimming in it and hope for the best. This is one stage of my life I love to be in: an object of love from beautiful ladies. There is nothing so sweet as hearing a woman confess her deep love for you. It makes you feel like a DON, VVIP, a small god. I forgot about Ini for the moment. Standing in front of me is a damsel that is ready to die for me. I mean, this a whole new level between Deola and I. She upped her game when I least expect it. She’s one hell of a woman that knows what she want and how she wants it. All I owe her is my love and my Joystick; all the rest na tory. When she was ready to leave, she gave me a spare of the key to her gate. I walked her to her garage, opened the gate for her and watched as she drove off. At least that is the least I can do to express my toke of love for her. I rushed back inside to take my bath cos it’s getting to around 9am. I’ve got to get home early to do the needful: cleaning and cooking for the next victim…sorry, visitor. I hurried off her house when I done, locking the gate with code she gave me. I dailed Mary’s number on my way home to confirm if she’s gonna come, Me: Hey woman. How are you? Mary: I am fine sir. Good morning. Me: Morning. Are you still coming? Mary: Yes sir. In fact, I am about to enter the bathroom when your call came through? Me: You mean you’re still at home? I thought you’ld be halfway here already! Mary: Ha? I don’t have to rush now since I will be staying over. Me: You know sometimes it’s good to leave home early and get to wherever you are going in good time, especially if you’re going there for the first time. Mary: Ok sir. I will hurry up then. Me: Better. I will be expecting. Mary: That reminds me. Please send me your address again. I exchanged my phone with dad cos my phone is a little crappy. Me: You exchanged phone with your dad? What about what we have exchanged as messages, won’t he see them? Mary: No, he can’t. I deleted everything – both draft, sent and received, everything – before given him the phone. Me: Well, if you say so. I’ll send you the address once I drop the call. Mary: Ok sir. Me: Yes. I will be expecting you. Don’t stay long. Bye. Garfar had gone out when I got home. I had no choice but to stand outside and wait for him to come back from wherever he went to because I don’t have the keys to the gate. I took the time to stroll to Ini’s shop. I met her attending to a customer. When she saw me, she excused herself, called one of her assistants to finish up with the buyer. Ini: Good morning sir! (She spoke with excitement in her voice) Me: Good morning my sweet. What is going on with you today? You look happy Ini. Ini: Well, if a woman wants happiness for herself, she has to forget all the hurt done to her. So, I am me, myself and your one and only queen! Me: You don’t cease to amaze me at all. Ini: I guess that’s why you loved me. What brings you here this morning. Me: Oh, I am on my way out to see Wale, the friend I told you about whose mum slipped. Ini: Yes…yes. How is she now? Me: I can’t tell until I get there. Ini: Ok. Bear my love and regards to him ooo. Me: I will. I wish I can kiss you right now. Ini: Hahahahahaha! Not here. maybe when you come back. Me: Ok. Have a nice day Ini. Ini: You too. I left her shop in hope that Garfar would have been back. Thank God I was lucky. I met the gate opened when I got home. I asked him where he went and he told me he went to the filling station to get some fuel. I got inside to begin my normal cleaning thing. My first love is coming home. Same person, different terrain! In Economics, we learnt that human wants are insatiable. The more we have, the more we want to have. This was the driving force that propelled Alexander, The Great to conquer the world just before the age of 33. He wants more empire…and more empire…and more empire. He wanted it all: wherever there are humans, Alexander wants to rule. This brief history of Alexander explains my position too then. What more does a guy want in a relationship? I am blessed with enough coochies in: Ini: My loving, ever-faithful, understanding, humble and caring woman, whose life is a blessing to me; Deola: My superb, elegant, Britgerian, Professor of Bedmatics and a Medical Practioneer lover; a class of her own, unrivaled, and Cynthia: My only fiery, Police Officer, Good-but-a- nag lady, who wants no one else beside me but her. So, I don’t know where the problem really originates from. The only explanation here is the addiction. I was truly addicted to s*x, and by way of research, addicts aren’t loyal to one partner, they have multiple partners. By now, you all should have known what Femi normally does when cleaning: cleaning the room and changing the bedspread, washing the bathroom and cleaning the kitchen, mopping the floor of the sitting room and dusting all electrical appliances. #Goodstudents. After the cleaning, I thought of what to cook that morning but nothing came to mind. I can’t call Ini to come cook something too because we had no such a plan in place. Besides, asking her to come will only expose my hidden agenda. That will be offence number 2 with 24hrs. Morally, and for conscience sake, I can’t ask such a thing from Ini. Why will she cook so that another lady can eat? Too bad! As I thought about how and what to entertain Mary with, I remembered that there used to be a local eatery along the street. Without much-a-do, I asked Garfar to go get me food: rice, turkey, fish and some beef. I intend to put it in microwave until she comes so that I can serve her hot. #CaseClosed. Around 11am, Mary called me to inform me that she has arrived Obalende. She explained the horrible Ketu/Mile 12 traffic she had to endure, Me: Eeyah! Sorry… Mary: Thank you sir. So, what next? Me: Ask for where BRT Buses going to Lekki/Ajah are parked. And if it’s getting to slow to fill up, which is sometimes the case because of the hour; go join a public commercial danfo bus plying same route. #150 or #200 will do. Mary: Ok sir. Me: Alright. I will be expecting you. The name of the bus stop is Ikate Round- Abaout ok? Call me when you’re there. Mary: Alright. There is this height of expectation when a guy is expecting a lady’s visit. Is as if you’re preparing for a job interview or that your in- laws are coming for a visit. You always want to be in your best state and best behaviours. If you have been following this story from the beginning, you will agree with this claim that Mary opened up the floodgates of p***ies to me; she made me wanna do it all the time. So, for me, it is no coincident that, for the first time in many years, Mary and Femi are gonna sleep together under one roof. Nothing could be so poetic, nothing so glorious; let’s continue from where we left off, let’s revisit the ocean blue. Like a breeze blowing the leaves Your love blew me away; Tonight I will uncover your deeds, Come home baby, no delay. My life you touched with glee Mary, the pitch-bender; From you I will never flee, Even if I am in danger! On the horizon of bliss On the citadel of love; Ravage me again with your kiss, Together, we’ve got an equation to solve. My palace is ready My body in good shape; Nice, slow and steady, Garfar! Open the gate. About 30mins later, my phone rang. The caller? Mary noni. Mary: I am at the bus stop sir. Me: Ok. Wait for me there. Finally, the bird has come to roast. This is My den, my chamber, my crib. So, in Tuface’s voice, “Enter the place.” To Be Continued…

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Everything must be perfect today. I need to convince Mary that we can still revive our love. There is a part of me that still love this girl. I must give everything it will cost me to get her back and subsequently, get inbetween her legs. At the bus stop. Mary wore a cleavage-revealing lemon flowing gown, with a touch of red. Hanging on her left hand is that kind of handbag that will make you think she’s carrying all the money in Central Bank of Nigeria; just too big for my liking o jare. Standing beside her is a tall, lanky guy who was just interested in scanning her cleavage at interval. I saw him talk to her but it seems Mary want none of him. A glowing smile erupted on Mary’s face when she saw me from afar. The guy beside him mistook her smile for interest in all he’s been saying. As for me, my eyes were just fixed on that guy. Though he was more taller and agile than I am, I was bent on confronting him and if possible, fight him…so that I can take what belongs to me from him – Mary! Lol. Mary: Good Morning sir! Instead of replying Mary’s greeting, I gave her a kiss right there in front of the guy to make a statement. When the guy saw me kiss Mary, as a normal sharp Lagos boy, him waka comot. Yes! I won. Me: Morning sweetheart. Mary: Hey! Why did you kiss me? Me: Nothing. Mary: Nothing? You just kissed me for nothing? Me: Not really. I did it to pass a message. And thank God, the receiver decoded the code codedly! Mary: Receiver? Code? Message? What are you saying? Me: Hey, pump your brakes! You’re not here to argue, are you? Mary: No, I am not. I just wanna know why you kissed me. Me: Well, if you must know, I kissed you to send the guy talking to you away. Mary: (She laughed) Who? (I pointed towards the guy who was a bit afar off across the road). That guy? Me: Yes, him. Mary: Ha? He wasn’t talking to me like you think o. He wass only begging me for transport to…where did he even say he’s going sef? So you kissed me because you think he’s wooing me? Me: I can’t take any chances. Guys here are very sharp and fast. Mary: Na wah ooo. It is well. Me: How was your trip? Mary: Very stressful. That Ketu/Mile 12 Traffic is just killing. Imagine, I spent 2 full hours in the traffic alone. Just too terrible. Me: Eeyah! Don’t worry. Thank God you’re not going back today. You can have a shower when we get home, if you don’t mind. Mary: Shower? Hmmmm… Uncle Femi? Shower abi? Me: Yes now. Do you object? Mary: Object ke? No. I will take a shower. But before that, I am famished and hungry. Me: That has been provided for already. Shall we? As we walked down home, she kept asking me questions about whatever she sees. Who can blame her? That was her first time in place like that. The farthest she’s ever gone in Lagos on her own is Maryland. Call her JJC, that’s the suitable adjective. Garfar looked surprised when we got home. I heard him say in his heart, “Oga don bring another woman? Kai! Wahali, Oga I don spoil pinish.” Shut up there. Idiot! Wetin concern you? Na your blood I wan use? No mind the gate post wey you dey. I pretended not to notice him when he opened the gate. Mary: Is this where you live? Me: Yes. Mary: Hmmmm. Na wah ooo. You’re now a big man ooo. Me: If you say so. I offered her a seat when we got inside, while I rushed into the kitchen to get her a cold water. I came back to meet her scanning everywhere. She looked apparently impressed or disappointed by what she’s seen so far because the expression on her face was alien to me; it neither showed approval nor acceptance. Una know that kind look abi? Me: Here is water. I prepared you rice too…if you don’t mind. Mary: Wow! Your house is nice. God has really blessed you. Me: What can I say? I am blessed really. She took the water from me for to drink. I turned around to go get her the food when she said, Mary: Wait sir. Where is your wife? Me: Wife? How do you mean? Mary: Don’t tell me you’re living alone Uncle Femi. Me: Well, that line “living alone” looks ambiguous. What do you really mean? Mary: I mean, are you staying here alone with no woman? Me: Hmmmm! Until now, yes; but I guess that is about to change. Mary: How? Me: If at this time you won’t walk away like you did. When you told me clearly that, “we are done.” Mary, tell me you don’t mean it please. She kept quiet for some seconds, gave a deep breath and said, Mary: Uncle Femi, it is complicated. My mum scared me. She said I should stay away from boys cos I might get pregnant. She said my education will be at risk if I keep guys. I was scared. That’s why I said those words that day. Me: Why didn’t you tell me this then? I would have deviced a means to keep in touch. Besides, no well meaning guy will be so kin to destroy the future of a promising girl. I can never do that to you Mary. Mary: I am sorry sir. It was my mum. Me: So what do you say now? Are we still done? She gave a deep breath, looked at me, picked up her bag and said,.. To Be Continued…

Mary: Show me the door please? Me: The door to where? Mary: Your bathroom. I wanna have my shower now. Me: Oh, ok. But you still haven’t answered my question. Mary: I’ll tell you when I am done. Me: Ok. How is the picture looking like now? Positive? Well, maybe positive. At least, her request that she wanna shower shows that she’s come to pass the night truly. Whether you like it or not, this night, there is no escaping me. Your lamb has come to my own lion’s den, no long thing, let’s see who’s gonna win. I went into my room to get her towel and a bathing soap, after which I pointed to the bathroom. She thanked me as I excused her. She needs privacy ba? E ma tan ara yin (keep deceiving yourself). At the end of the day, wetin una dey hide go open yakata when the Whip of Dennis (Joystick) forces its way inbetween una legs. I used that little privacy she craved to a great effect. I went downstairs and quickly called Deola to tell her of my plans for the day, also, my no- show for tonight, Me: Hey babe. What’s going on there? Deola: It’s nothing jare. I am only needed here because one of my colleague didn’t report for duty. So, I am asked to stand in for her. Me: Shoot! So when are you closing? Deola: 2pm of course. Are you still at my place? Me: Yea, but I am about to leave now. My boss asked me to come see him at the Civic Center by 12 noon, latest 1pm. Deola: Really? When will you be back? Me: Babe, it’s like it’s a business deal ooo. By boss can stay for 7-9hrs talking business with clients. (Very true) Deola: Will you stay there with him? Me: Do I have a choice? Deola: That means we are not seeing tonight. Me: Well, maybe oo. I don’t even know if I am gonna sleep at home today. Deola: Ha? Why now? Me: That’s how passionate my boss can be when closing deals. We may pass the night at Eko Hotel and Suites. Deola: Wow! But you haven’t resumed officially now according to what you told me. Me: Yea… It’s not like I am going on official assignment though. It’s just like he loves me around him when closing deals. Deola: Well, good luck to both of you. Me: Thanks dear. I will see you tomorrow ok? Deola: Ok. #Freed! I was about to go back upstairs when Garfar called my attention to a very annoying revelation, Garfar: Sorry Oga, I wan tell… Me: Tell me what? Garfar: Oga, Ini don ask of you now and me I say you dey inside. She say im go call you. *In Jenifa’s voice* Jisos! Garfar yaf kill me. What I do now? Me: What did you say? You told her I was inside? Where did you see her? Garfar: Oga she pass like this (pointing northward). She say she wan go buy something. Me: Garfar, I want you to lock that gate and pretend to be sleeping. If she comes back, tell her I’ve gone out. Do you get me? Garfar: I don hear oga. Without wasting time, I called Ini’s line, Ini: Hey darling. I was about calling you oo. I just passed by your house and Garfar told me you’re still inside. What happened? Aren’t you going again? Me: I am already there baby. Don’t mind Garfar jare. He wasn’t at his post when I left the house. Ini: Ok. Are we seeing tonight? Me: Baby, I don’t know when I am going to leave here ooo. Ini: No problem. Just take it easy on yourself o. You need all the rest you can get, ok? Me: Thanks my love. I will be fine. Ini: Ok. Bye. I gave Garfar one wicked look and said to him, Me: If Ini come back here and ask you any question, just tell her that you didn’t know when left the house, that you thought I was still inside, ok? Garfar: Ok oga. Deola? Settled. Ini: Resolved. Now, I have all the time in the world to relate with the lady at hand: Mary. I rushed back upstairs to see if Mary is done bathing. When I was inside, I could still hear splashes of water coming from the bathroom. Women sef? Una wan wash una sins away? 1. They stay longer in the bathroom than guys, 2. 15 guys would have dressed up before one girl can be dressed comfortably, 3. Their make-ups take eternity. And you wonder why some men don’t always go out with their wives? Because they spend all the time in the world ‘looking good.’ And when a man is tired of waiting, the woman had to move on her own. Please women, CHANGE! As for Mary, I felt like doing the the ‘Deola’ to her. As in, scold her too for taking eternity in the bathroom. I changed my mind when I remembered the tears it brought out of Deola earlier. I let it sly cos I was determined not to spoil the mood. I opened my box wherein are different genres of movies: soap, drama, action, romance and so on. To set the ball rolling for impending yanshing, I settled for love movies that have the capacity to break any stubborn girl’s resilience: Way Back Into Love, The Notebook, Love Don’t Cost a Thing, Brown Sugar, I Think I Love My Wife…. When I was done searching for the movies, I headed into the kitchen to get her food. I wanna be the good, loving and caring man in Mary’s eyes today. No margin for error, everything must be perfect! Soon, she came out. She came out of the room putting on a silk blue mini gown that shows a proportion of her lap. Mehn! This girl don chop up small ooo. Wow! How time flies. Mary has grown to become a very beautiful girl lately. The image standing before me only increased the fire and passion in me to yansh her. This night must not be a boring one. This is one opportunity I must never miss; no, not on my life. We parted not on mutual terms. She truncated the flow of love I have for her right before she went to school. As for me, it was never in my plans. She was my first girl, my first love, I had my first s*x experience with her (When I say first experience, I mean when I became matured. No be when I be 5yr old pikin oo; because that one na child abuse). I thought of what to do to keep her on her toes. Yes! Let me do the Deola for her, Me: It frustrates me that when you think some people are different, you find out one way or the other that they are not? Mary: What do you mean sir? Me: Hmmmmm! Sorry, I am just thinking out loud. Mary: No. There is something. Why did you say you’re frustrated? Me: You wanna know? Mary: Yes. Tell me. Me: Well, since you asked for it, here it is: women are the same everywhere you go! Mary: As in? Me: For God’s sake Mary, you spent almost 30mins showering in the bathroom. Mary: Hahahahahahahahahahaha. Are you counting it ni? Me: You think I am funny right? Tell me, were you washing away your sins in there? Because I would love to tell here, right now, that my bathroom is not River Jordan or the Pool of Shiloam in the Bible where people’s sins are washed away in baptism and their disease healed. Mary: Uncle Feeemmmiiiii! You’re too funny. Ladies need to be thoroughly clean you know. Besides, we wash our undies too while we bath. We need maximum cleanliness everywhere. Me: Enough of the sermon. Your food is on the dinning. Mary: Oh thank you. I led her to the dinning table and served her, though she objected. I excused myself form the dinning while she eat. I thought the time was right to start playing my films. First, I played Brown Sugar. After about 15mins, she was done eating. She took the plates to the kitchen by herself to wash without alerting me. I noticed some movements and sounds coming from the kitchen. I knew it was Mary, so I joined her in the kitchen, Me: Why didn’t you call me when you’re done eating? Mary: Call you? Me: Yes, call me. I should be the one doing the cleaning and washing, not you. Mary: E gba mi oo! Why? Me: Because this is my house, and you’re a stranger here. So, I supposed to take care of you and give you everything you will be needing to make your stay here comfortable. Mary: Hmmmm. Thank you sir o, but things are not done that way where I come from. Women belonged in the kitchen; they the home-maker. I should be ashamed of myself if you’re the one washing the plates. That will show that I am a very uncultured girl. So, please, allow me wash it…at least for today. Me: Alright. Go ahead and wash them, if that will make you feel better. I watched on as she cleaned her plates and cleaned the cabinet. I had learned the hygiene formula of cleaning the plate after every use immediately. Kudos to Deola. When she was done cleaning everywhere to her satisfaction, we left for the sitting room together. I allowed her move ahead of me…with my eyes fixed on her bottom as the two Buttocks-lips exchanged hugs each time she took a step. I began to salivate and fantasize about what is gonna go down tonight; how I am going to separate those Buttocks-lips and take the treasure I deposited there long ago. I have said this times without number that I can’t explain how my hands work. They respond to stimuli at their own impulse. My right hand found its way around Mary’s waist dramatically. She turned around to shrug off my hand but I resisted, Mary: What are you doing? Me: Placing my hand where it rightly belonged. Mary: And where is that? I don know say una go sing am. Oya make we chorus am together, “Your waist.. Your waist… All I want is your waist.” Good! Me: Your waist of course. Mary: Not so fast Mr. I am not here for that. Remember I told you, “no touching…”? Me: My bad. Sorry I forgot. We got back to the sitting room and we sat different ways to watch the film. I don’t to struggle now. *In Fela’s voice* Shakara olooje ni. You go still bow. In fact, I don’t have to worry myself. If you resist now, you can resist in the evening; and if you resist in the evening, YOU CAN NEVER RESIST FEMI LATE INTO THE NIGHT. Ask Deola, she go tell you say na that time my power they work. Ask Cynthia, she will say Femi is a beast when the night falls. Ask my sweetheart Ini, she will tell you Femi is an irresistible force on bed. I will just have my way at the end; whether willingly, circumstantially or accidentally. Tell it not to the scoffers, lest they discourage you Discuss it not with haters, you wanna be like them too? Femi is here; the relentless enigma No need to shout, I’ve got energy and stamina. To Be Continued…

Mary: I need to call my parents that I’ve arrived where I told them. Me: Oh, that’s right. Please call. I instructed her to put the call on speaker phone so I can hear what’s going on. She dialed her dad’s number and the following ensued, Mary: Hello daddy. Dad: Hey my girl. How are you and where are you at now? Mary: I am fine sir. I arrived here not long ago sir. Dad:Oh that’s good. Are your friends there with you? She looked at me confused. I gestured to her that she should say yes, that one of them is here with her. Mary: Yes daddy, one of them is here. Dad: Ok. Give her the phone please… She looked shell-shocked! She almost terminated the call before I intervened. I changed my voice and mimicked a young lady’s voice. Trust me, I am VERY VERY GOOD at that. Anyone wanna try? Drop your number: maximum of 2 please. Lol. Sister Femi: Hello sir. Good afternoon. Dad: Good afternoon my daughter. How are you? Me: I am fine sir. Thank you for releasing Mary to us sir. Dad: That’s no problem. I just wanna make sure she’s in safe hands. Can you promise that? Sister Femi: With all my life sir. She will be fine. Dad: Thanks my daughter. Sorry I didn’t get the name. Sister Femi: It is Bisola sir. Dad: Ok Bisola. O ti e da to je pe mo Yoruba ni e (It is good that you’re a yoruba girl). Take care of yourselves ok? Sister Femi: Ok sir. Bye sir. Dad: Bye-bye. Give the phone to Mary please. Mary: Hello daddy. Dad: Be safe ok? And make sure you leave that place as early as possible tomorrow, ok? Mary: Ok sir. Dad: Do you have enough money for transport? Mary: Yes I do sir. Dad: OK. Bye. Call ends… Mary: What kind of stunt is that? That’s very risky you know… Me: Relax baby. I am a genius at doing the risky. Mary: Hmmmmm. Ok oooo. Me: Won’t you thank me? I just saved your Buttocks woman. Mary: Hahahahahaha! By pretending to be a girl? Me: Whatever means I used is not your concern. You should be thankful it worked. Mary: Ok oo. Thank you sir oooo. Me: YOU’RE WELCOME. Back to the films…. First film finished. Second film, Love Don’t Cost a Thing, finished. I changed the DVD and inserted the 3rd film, the Notebook. As many that has seen this film will testify of the romantic impact this film carries. It has the tendency to revive a broken relationship, restore confidence and trust into a shaky relationship and spice up the already rosy relationship. I noticed some emotional changes on Mary’s face. I think she has given herself to the movies. That’s a good sigh for me ooo…because by the time we finish watching the film, I would have gain 50% chance of presenting my proposal to her, which I am so damn sure that she can never refuse. With a soft voice like one who just woke up from sleep, Mary asked me questions about the next film, Mary: What is this one about? Me: You mean this film? Mary: Yes. Me: Let me give you a summary, even though I don’t like doing it. The story is about two young couple who fell in love with each other conditionally. The love grew so strong that they couldn’t do without seeing each other everyday. Few months into their relationship, the girl’s parent decided to relocate after discovering the semi-fling between Noah (the guy) and Allie (the girl) under the pretense that the girl needs to go to school. Noah wrote Allie 365 letters, i.e, one letter each day for a whole year… which she never got to see because her mother intercepted each of them once received through mail post. (Source: http:// en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ The_Notebook_(2004_film)). I think that’s enough. enjoy the film. Mary: Hmmmmmm! That’s interesting. Ok oo. The story-line reflects my present status with Mary. She ‘relocated’ when she gained admission. It was also coincidental that her mother had warned her to keep off boys (Na me be that abi?). I was so eager to see what Mary is gonna do after seeing the film cos at the end of the film, they were both re-united, even after they’ve both tasted other affairs. Mary twisted and turned on the chair several times, especially at the scene where Allie asked Noah to make love to her. I purposely increased the volume of the film before Allie could say those words so that Mary can hear clearly. I wanted to manipulate her emotion to my own advantage. Mary gave her complete attention to the film, not willing to miss out on anything. Wa sere omo (weldone). The atmosphere is changing gradually to what I want. I love to keep girls on their toes, make them feel restless, tensed and in the dark about what I will do next. I left for kitchen to get some water for both of us. Instead of going to sit where I stood up from, I went to sit with her. So easy was it that she never complained. Finally, mo ti get e… (I’ve got you finally). To Be Continued…

Leaving little space between us, I made sure I have Mary close enough to capitalise on any weakness shown. Also, I made sure my hand is in close proximity to her sentitive body parts, you know, in case something wan happen, Femi will be on hand handfully. Lol. The movie went on and on and got to the scene where Allie and Noah reconciled at the dock. A perfect atmosphere that went from light shower to heavy downpour, leaving both of them drenched by the rain. I love this part like crazy. Allie, looking tensed and upset, turned to Noah and said, “Why didn’t you write me? I waited for you…but you never [showed up]. And now it’s over!” Noah replied, “I wrote you… I wrote you 365 letters… I wrote every single day for a whole year. No it’s not over, it can never be over!” What ensued next was an adrenalin rush the led both of them to a HOT kiss of passion. That kind of kiss that can make someone watching the film to find every means to do the same. And thank God, Mary is here! When they came together to kiss, Mary made a little adjustment of herself that accidentally made my wayward left hand land on her Bosom…and it stayed there, I never moved it away. Mary too didn’t complain or say anything. #Greenlight! Little by little, I began moving my left hand across her Bosom in a little innocuous way. I sensed the movement was making her uneasy. She slowly moved her right hand and towards the position of my right…until she held it tightly. Such a move gave me the confidence to go for it, but not so fast. By now, my Johnny don hard like mad. I tried to hide it by crossing my legs while sitting. I closed the little gap between us completely so much that a little of my weight was on her. I moved my head slowly in an attempt to rest my head on her shoulder. When it landed on her shoulder, she looked at my face to query my action but I looked away and fixed my eyes on the TV screen. Meanwhile, she was still holding on to my hand. She kept quiet and didn’t say anything. I moved my left shoulder closer to her Bosom too, and made sure I could feel its intensity. When I was about to make another sensual move, my phone rang! Jisos! Wetin be this now? I released myself from that tight, up-close contact with Mary to check who was calling. Guess who? JANET! Why this girl dey call me at this unholy hour sef? I allowed the first call go without answering it. Mary looked at me with probing eyes, apparently wondering why I refused to answer my phone. Again, Janet called back. To erase evry suspicions, I answere d the call, but acted as if I was talking to guy, Me: Hey guy. How far? Janet: I am fine ooo. Where did you keep your phone before? Me: Right here. Wetin dey happen now? Janet: Nothing o. I just say make I greet you…and ask if you’re at home since I am in the neigbourhood. Me: No, I am not at home. I am in my friend’s place right now. Janet: Oh! Ok. Maybe I should tell you what I wanted to see you for on phone then. Me: Really? Go ahead paddy mi. Janet: Please Uncle Femi, I need like 20k. I want to buy something. Me: Ha? 20k? Where I go see that one now? Janet: Please sir. Just help me with some amout… if not all. Me: I will see what I can do but I am not promising you o. Janet: Ok sir. Me: Alright. Bye Wale… Call ends. Mary: Who was that? Me: It’s my friend Wale. His mother slipped recently and she’ll be needing a surgery. So, he asked me for 20k. Mary: Eeyah! Do you have it? Me: No, I don’t. I wish I do have it. Mary: What is he going to do now? Me: I seriously don’t have a clue. Lest the question and answer time destroys the flow of the emotional display between Mary and I, I quickly turned her attention to the movie. Me: Haa? Allie is gonna break Noah’s heart again! I was lucky. That exclamation arrested her attention. She became curious and restless. When I noticed that she’s resumed watching the movie, I moved my hand back to the position it was before the call interrupted us. Me: Do you know that this movie is about us? Mary: I don’t get you. Me: I mean, the story-line is almost like what we went through together. Mary: I still don’t get you sir. Me: You left me when our love was just developing, far away from my reach. I tried to call you but you words put me off it. I believe by now you have met another guy and I have lost out on you. My love for you is still for real Mary. You are my first love, my air, my life, my confidence. You showed me the way of love. You opened up the paradise of affection to me. I’ve never been the same since you left me Mary. Please, help me find a way back into your love. I still love you, and I still want you. She stood still there lost for words. Her body froze right there on the chair like a frozen chicken. I am well used to this kind of position with girls. Whenever a girl displays such, I knew the next thing is to take FULL advantage cos they’ve lost all resistance. As a sharp guy whose intention is to gain access, I KISSED HER! To Be Continued…

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17 January 2016 Posted in Forum story written by Olufemi Abbey… Did You Miss The Previous Part??CLICK HERE TO READ Looking like a fool whose bag has just been snatched by robbers, Mary lost herself right there on the chair. She had no clue whatsoever of what is happening. I made sure she felt my tongue deep down her throat, giving her a colossal-Pour- sedative feeling of emotional shock. Like a mighty rushing wind mixed with fiery fire, Mary responded. She wrapped herself around me and dug her tongue in my mouth. The passion of unimaginable frenzy filled the air. She ate my lips as if her life depended on it; sucking and munching at the same time. I sensed she was already charged up for action; she was to take anything I throw at her. In my mind I was busy scanning for break-even point, a point of compromise that will lead to a level playing field. I thought I was a little domineering in the whole show cos, quite frankly, I was all over her, giving her no breather at all. I upped the tempo a little bit by lifting up her gown to reveal more of her skin. Dis girl don fresh wahali. Wetin I come dey see dey make me go crazy and gaga. With all my maneuvers and predatory instinct, still, there was no resistance from Mary. She was responding to all my assaults with sheer excitement and vibrating gestures. “Eni ti a fe sun je tele to n f’epo para l’oro e…” (A man who is about to be roasted was still busy applying oil on himself). I have no apology whatsoever about what happens next cos in the court of Femi, there is no innocent; every girl is a victim…and each must face the full wrath of MY LAW, no questions asked. Ask Anita, she go explain. We were in the heat of kissing when, suddenly, Mary stopped and said, Mary: Uncle Femi, I missed you so much. Me: You missed me? I thought you said we are done? Mary: My mum scared me. I am sorry. Can we start from where we left off? I pretended as if I don’t understand the phrasal verb, “left off” in context. I looked at her like someone who has no answer to the question asked during an interview, Me: Left off? I don’t get it. Are you talking about the film? Mary: No now. I mean, can we continue from what I said we are done with? Me: Hmmmmm. No one can lay a cat on its back except you first kill it. I have always been here waiting for you. I cannot force you into what you don’t want to do, you know? Mary: Yes I know but you gave in and too easily on me. That a lady told you she’s no longer interested in you doesn’t mean she’s TOTALLY done with you. Sometimes, we ladies try to test the genuineness of love proposed. Though I told you my mum talked me out of committing to any guy then, I was hoping that if eventually I leave home, I will have all the freedom in the world to have you around…even though I was still struggling with it in my mind. Me: Alright baby. What do you want me do now? Mary: Please do to me what you have been dreaming of doing to me since I told you I was going to come here… whatsoever your heart desires. On hearing this, trust my arsenal, the thing stood up like an erected pole in an Army’s Barracks. I resumed kissing Mary. Only that this time, it was more sensual, slow and calculative. I was initially thinking of rushing her into s*x with me but now, after gaining an authorized access and permission from Mary herself, I took things slow. I lifted her up by the hand and we were both standing up, closely knitted in electrifying bond. My tongue resumed its duties inside Mary’s mouth. I fondled her Bosom erotically, occasionally playing with her tips which got her really high. I pushed her back on the chair and continued the kissing. When I noticed her breathing has changed massively, I whispered into her ears, Me: Baby…should we go inside? Mary: Take me anywhere… Wa sere omo. I removed her gown right there in the sitting room…only her pants and bra were spared for the moment. I laid her on the bed, which I had prepared prior. Make I spare una all of the details sha. I got exhausted after the 4th round, needing a shower to refresh myself. She followed me inside the bathroom and we bath had our shower together. After the shower, around 8pm, I asked what she was going to eat, Mary: Anything will do for me. Let me do the cooking. Me: No, I will do the cooking. You’re the visitor. Enjoy my hospitality for today. Mary: Wow. You are so caring and loving. I missed you so much. Me: I do too. Don’t ever walk away from me again, please. Mary: I should be the one saying that you shouldn’t walk away. Me: Allow me say it Mary. I know what I went through when you left me: I cried. Mary: I am sorry dear. I realized now that I shouldn’t have. You know what? I have come to stay now, I am going nowhere again. Me: I hope so. “I know what I went through when you left me: I cried.” You all know that I was lying when I said that, right? No man will be willing to show softness in that kind of situation, we always like to push the blame to the girls. Besides, did I really miss her? She left me truly, but after her, I met Grace, Anita came along, Kemi served me… all in Ikorodu axis. My stay in Lekki has brought abundance of Kitty- cats my way: Cynthia, Ini, Deola…and one-time debutant, Osas. So, I was RICHLY blessed with coochies. Have I ever really missed a girl sef? Well…yeah…maybe Ini. I waited until around 8:30pm when I know Ini would have closed from work. I took Mary out and we went to a nearby restaurant to take our supper. She ordered for rice and I settled for fufu, cos I know there might be a need to revisit Mary’s dormitory late into the night for a second visitation. I was quick about my meal cos I knew I had to make some calls to Deola and Ini before they start asking for my where-about. I excused myself and went straight into the rest room. I dialed Ini’s number, Ini: Hey baby. Are you back? Me: Yes ooo. In fact, I am still at the gate now downstairs. Ini: Eeyah! Sorry ehn. Hope you’re not too stressed out ooo? You need all the rest you can get before you resumed work on Monday. Me: Yes I know my dear. I bought bread while I was coming home. I’ll make some tea to go with it for tonight. Ini: Ok. Should I bring you food when coming tomorrow? Me: Please do. Thank you very much. Ini: You’re welcome baby. Me: Let me take my shower. I will call you back ok? Ini: Alright dear. Later. Call ends. Bring food tomorrow morning? That means I have to make sure Mary leaves my house as early as possible tomorrow morning. Come what may, una no fit catch me. I dialed Deola’s number too, Me: Hello darling. Deola: Don’t darling me mister. Not even a call since you left home abi? Me: I am sorry dear. What I met wasn’t what I prepared for now. I am sorry. Deola: Hmmm. Ok ooo. How was the place? Me: Fine…but stressful. I am just getting home now since I left home. Deola: Really? Wow! That means we won’t see tonight abi? Me: No baby, we can’t. But don’t worry; I’ll come around 10am tomorrow. Deola: Ok then. Please find something to eat tonight ok? I will make sure I prepare something good for you tomorrow. Me: Thank you love. Goodnight. Deola: Goodnight. I rushed back to Mary before she becomes suspicious of my where about. When I got back, I met a guy talking to her… again! #IHateLagosGuysMehn. As many that are used to how sharp and smart Lagos guys behave, you all might have one time or the other, loathe them for their incessant nagging and disturbing nonsense, all in the name of yanshing. Mary and I saw this guy when we came to the restaurant hanging around another babe. In all fairness and openness, 85% of all the guys you meet here in Lagos are chronic opportunists. Give them a little chance, and they will be all over you in a second, even if they are loaded with girls all around them. They are never satisfied with what they have. I think its a phenomenal endemic on guys, a disease capable of wrecking good and sincere relationships. Imagine? Just now now wey I go piss, another wakabout don kack near my girl. Chai! I hid myself behind one of the doors that leads to the main space. I watched on as the guy apparently rolled out all his manifestos and sweet- talk to Mary, who, unsurprisingly, was not interested in all his bullshit! He had the chance to do that because the girl he came with had gone out for the reason best known to him. Tired of all the garbage coming out of the guy’s mouth, Mary picked out her phone and called me. I answered the call but still concealed myself behind the door, Mary: Where are you sir? Me: Sorry Mary, kini yi o fe jade boro ni jare (I am having difficulties pushing out the feaces). Mary: Please hurry up and let’s get out of here. Me: I’ll be out soon dear, just a moment. I could hear what the guy was saying while Mary was talking to me over the phone, Guy: Is that your nigga? (Chai! Na me be nigga abi? No woory, I go call Garfar for you now, Northerner wey no dey hear stop!) Tell him to forget about you. Baby, Nick is here, I will make you more than happy! Na that clause “make you more than happy” make me comot for hiding because if I slow, only God know wetin that silly guy for do to Mary that evening. With all due respect to every girl reading this story, most girls have a VERY WEAK & POROUS brain. Very easy to manipulate and tweak. So before the guy go make Mary dey dream of am, I came out of hiding and walked slowly but gallantly to my table. Me: Baby, shall we? I stretched out my hand towards Mary for her to grab. She grabbed my hand in such a way that you would think I have come to rescue her from kidnapping. The guy gave me one wicked look as if he was going to punch me. I could hear the stretching and cracking of his nerves. I could also hear his heart saying, “dis guy don spoil show.” But wetin concern me? As we are about to leave, the guy summoned courage to speak to me. Like his own a little way of taunting and getting back at me, he said, Guy: Hey bro, not so fast! You can’t take her just like that. As you can see, I am still talking to her. By the way, who are you? Me: Sir, I am a man of few words…and I don’t like creating dirty scenes. But if you must know, she is my wife! Guy: Wife? So? (He held Mary’s hand and won’t let go. She started struggling with him) Me: So, can you let go now? At least you came in here with someone too? And I think she won’t be happy to see you holding on to another girl, not to mention another man’s wife! Guy: Oga bone that side! I resemble Northerner for your eyes? Abi you see tribal mark for my face? Incensed by the guy’s unruly and uncultured behaviour, Mary started yelling at him, and struggled to get off his hold. Luckily for us, the guy’s girl surfaced from nowhere. When the silly guy saw her, he let go off Mary’s hand, stood up and walked away to another location, pretending to be sight-seeing. I think the girl missed the scenario because when they both reunite, it was as if nothing had happened. I left the restaurant fuming and cursing. I wished I was bigger than I am, I for don brush him mouth for am. Alas, the guy was twice my size. and every hope of pulling a stunt was dashed when I saw the massiveness of his arms, especially when he grabbed Mary’s hand. It’s like asking Hornswaggle to go and face The Big Show (both of WWE) in a No Disqualification Stipulations. As we used to say, that will be very IMPOSSICANT! I engaged my mouth instead my fist. I cursed the guy to satisfaction. I begged Mary too for the embarrassment caused. Me: That guy is just mad! I thinh he’s high in something. Mary: Is this how people behave here? Even in a restaurant? Me: I have never seen anything like that my whole life. It is appalling, shocking, barbaric, insulting, awful, horrifying… Mary: Uncle Feeeeemmmmmmmiiiiiiii… Haba? Don’t make me laugh please. Let’s forget about it please. Me: I am just sorry sha. Ok? Mary: Ok. Sincerely that experience was my first and only. It was like a film been played right before my eyes. That guy is truly sick in the skull. When we got home, Garfar handed over to me a letter from the lawyer in charge of the house. The purpose was to notify the tenants that the unoccupied apartment behind my own flat has now been rented out. So, we’ve got a new tenant, who will be moving in anytime soon. The notification didn’t tell us the exact time this tenant will be moving in. We were only sensitized about an impending arrival. For my mind, I begin wish say make the new tenant be a SINGLE LADY oooo; at least, one of the working class girls around Lekki/Ajah. Seedy thought right? No mind me. In the end though, my wish was granted. However, not in full. It was a partial realization of my wish. The new tenant was indeed a man…but he came along with, according to him, “business partner”, who happen to be gorgeous, pretty, fresh, teeth-gnashing, jaw-breaking, mouth- watering and a heart-pulling damsel; beautiful in every sense. Her name? Eunice! Her story will be much much later… When we got inside, Mary went straight into the room. She claimed she had to sleep because she would be leaving very early the next day. I agreed to her proposal because of my selfish agenda the following morning: Ini is coming, Deola will be waiting. Me: What about a bath? Aren’t you gonna wash away those stains you got from that crazy guy’s hand? Mary: Hahahaha. No, I will sleep like this. Besides, it’s cold tonight. Me: What about a warm bath then. You’re gonna love it if you try. Mary: Ooooooohhhh! Ok. (She muttered rather reluctantly). Wetin concern me? Me wey I get my personal agenda for mind. That warm bath is gonna open up her sensory organ, leaving every part of her body highly responsive sexually to every single touch. I learnt that from Deola oooo. I prepared warm water for both of us, but I didn’t tell her we gonna be bathing together. If I had told her about such plan, she would reject the idea already. So, I concealed that plan from her and pretended she was going to bath alone. I gave her the towel she had used earlier as she made her way into the bathroom. I pretended I was going to the sitting when she entered the bathroom. I waited until I heard the first, second and third splash of water before pulling off all I had on me and entered the bathroom unclad. When she turned around and saw me standing at the door, she said, Mary: You wanna bath too? Me: Yes…but first, I wanna… Mary: What? Without replying her question, I moved closer, knelt down with my head lowered in- between her thigh and gave her a slow, silky and a delirious oral. The sound of water coming out of the tap slowly electrified the atmosphere. She rested her back on the wall and leaned her coochie forward to ease my tongue-tration. I moved closer to her and made her sit on my shoulders while she used the wall as a support. Twas a very frantic scene. She moaned and moaned, breathing so heavily and begging me not to stop. Gosh! I am very good in oral. There ain’t no woman born that can resist the motion of the ocean. (Steve Harvey in Love Don’t Cost a Thing). Y’all know the eventuality – another round of ‘please-don’t-stop’ s*x that ended around 1am. Mary woke up around 5:30am. She took her bath and was ready to leave. We hugged for like 5mins and promised ourselves everything on this planet earth, Mary: I love you so much. Me: I love you too baby. And now, what do you say? Are we still done? Mary: No. Rather, we are just getting started! Wa sere… To Be Continued…

Echoes of things to come Storming in and out of me; Flashes of things I have done Restless like a raging sea. A little here, a little there Girls of all shapes and sizes; Everyday is like a funfair, Melancholic dreams of vices. I am an object of love A mystery I still can’t explain; Into girls heart I surge, The ultimate, the best to attain. Ini, Deola, Cynthia and Mary All of ‘em claiming to love me; I wanna shed this weight so heavy, Truth be told, I think I’ve reached my limit. I saw Mary off to the bus stop, made sure she joined the right bus for easy movement. Luckily, she joined a bus going straight to Oshodi. I told the conductor to drop her off at Oworo, where she would join another bus to Ikorodu easily. I squeezed some money into her bag and waved goodbye. I monitored her from then on until she assured me that she’s gotten home. Me: Ok. Thanks for coming Mary. I hope to see more of you. Mary: Thanks for the hospitality. How I’ve missed you all these days. And yes, I will try and come to your house as long as I am not in school. Take care my love. Me: Take care too baby. AS IT STANDS… 1. Mary. Mary is my first love. No argument, no controversy. She was my gateway to river of Kitty-cats. Although I had her once before the our first break in transmission, there is no gainsaying that I was truly and if not madly in love with her. I experimented my prowess with her. She made me use my joystick to its best peak…and still using it. There is no way I was going to forget her; no, that’s not gonna happen. Thank God she’s back in the fray, a worthy competition for Ini’s simplicity and Deola’s incessant attention. Welcome back Mary. 2. Ini. Ini is an angel. I can do anything with her and she won’t even complain. She’s reason enough for a playboy like me to wanna get serious and settle down. I mean her behaviour is just too good. She’s that type of girl that will be willing to cover your mess, defend you even when you’re wrong, cook for you, wash your cloths,…and even Bleep you! She’s the complete replica of an average 13th Century African Woman surfacing in this millenium. This is no illusion. She’s just that good, s*xy**, understanding and sweet. She’s a treasure I was willing to keep…if not for what happened. 3. Deola. Deola is a glamazon – a combination of beauty, strength, panache, style, class, taste and affluence. She is domineering and bossy since we met until lately when she started showing signs of submissiveness. I am beginning to love her too because, lately, I could do what I want and she won’t complain. She’s a good wife material too, rich, sociable and classy. I am not trying to be tribalistic here but if I am asked to marry anyone at that time, Deola ticked all the boxes. 4. Cynthia. My relationship with Cynthia is one of the very rear relationship one could ever imagine. That is, there was NEVER a time we exchanged the word, ‘I love you’ seriously. All we do is Bleep, and Bleep and Bleep. She is a good girl though if not for her constant annoying attitude of policing my life. She’s arrogant, troublesome and disrespectful. Well, what else can you expect from a girl whose life is dominated with partying, clubbing and socializing all the time? She’s never gonna be that type of girl marriable…for me. That’s an overview of how my love life was as at that time. Mind you, Osas is still around the corner, still untouched and waiting to be tapped. How I pulled off this feat was still a mystery to me uptil this point of writing this story today. If I am to rationalize the whole thing, I would say that, if a guy knows how to sell himself, comport himself, be open minded and free with girls, with a little bit of luck on his side, he could date Obama’s daughters one after the other or at a go. #NaBeans? I rearranged my room when I got back inside. I took my bath and did a little house chores. It began to dawn on me that my 2wks is expiring on Sunday, I am to resume work on Monday. Wow! What an experience it turned out to be. So much has happened in that 1,209,600 seconds of staying at home. Cynthia, Ini, Deola, Mary…and if not for my conscience, Janet would have joined the list. 8 o’clock, Ini knocked on the door. Me: Hey baby. Good morning. Ini: Morning my king. How was the dark hours? Me: Brief. I still need more sleep to recover. Ini: Yes you do. I brought you food. I hope you’ll like it. Me: Have I ever complained about any food? As long as it is f-o-o-d, bring it; Femi will eat. Ini: Funny you. She brought out a small green cooler from the black nylon conveying it. She handed it over to me and said, Ini: I made porridge for you. I need to go back to the shop now. Should I come during my off? Me: Errrmmm, no. I will be ou before then. Ini: Where are you going again baby? Please you need rest ooo. Me: Yea I know right. It’s Wale again. He asked me to come around today to keep him company, you know? Ini: It’s ok. Just be careful ok? I love you. Me: I love you too. To Be Continued…

What a woman! Simple, humble and peaceful. If I had met her before I do Cynthia, perhaps, I would not have had so many Kitty- cats flying around my house. She’s like a peaceful flowing spring out of the rock: cold, clean and chilling. I drew her closer and gave her a warm hug and a kind of ‘I-missed- you’ kiss. She whispered into my ears, Ini: Baby I missed you. When are you coming to my chambers? Me: During your break tomorrow baby. Come, I will be ready to clear off the highway with my arsenal. Ini: Hmmmm. Hold me please. We held each other for another 5mins before she broke off the hug, Ini: I need to get back now. Call me later please. Me: Ok, I will. I devoured the food after she left. A delicious meal potent enough to provoke one’s joystick to stand tirelessly for hours. What a predicament! Truly, the effect of the food was directly on my joystick. The thing stand gidigba like iroko tree. Gosh! I must put this soldier into the test today. I pick up my phone and called Deola, Me: Hello damsel. Are you up already? Deola: Yes I am, handsome. When are you coming now? It’s almost 9am. Me: I’ll be on my way already sweetheart. I am gate-crashing your house today. Just open up the gates. Deola: Please don’t make me laugh jor. Just come, I am lonely here. 30mins later, I was in Deola’s house. The gate was slightly opened up so that I can gain easy access. Her door opened too effortlessly. Her living room became unbearable for me because of the aroma coming from the kitchen. I screamed at her and she responded from the kitchen, Me: Deola ma pa mi ooo. Kilode? (Whatever you’re up to in that kitchen is too powerful. Do you wanna kill someone?) Deola: What is it now? Don’t you wanna eat again? Me: I do wanna eat but I am not sure I am up to what you’re doing in there. Deola: Just relax ok? I’ll be done with it soon. Me: Ayaf hear you ooo. I removed my jacket and sat down. I tuned in to SS3 for a recap of a match between Arsenal and Liverpool. At least, this will help me relax while I await whatever Deola is cooking in there. While watching the match, I cast my mind back to reminisce about who I was, and who I am becoming. From an innocent, shy and simple guy to a rugged and a s*x-freak playboy. If you don’t shape your life the way it should, life has a way of shaping you into what you don’t want. I mean, there is no life out there that is a free agent. You’re either the boss of your life or life itself is bossing you. You can’t sit on the fence. We are the product of our own actions, inactions and reactions. My quest to know how it feels to have s*x has turned me into a pussymonger who cannot do without penetrating in- between a female’s leg. And now, there is no way of stopping it; not even considering my health condition. I had hot s*x with Mary twice, and now, right here, Deola is gonna feel my sword again. What a life! Should I quit? Where will I start from? Who will be the first victim? Definitely Cynthia. She’s been out of the picture for quite sometime now so, it will be very much easier for me to make do without her. My big dilemma here is what am I gonna do to Ini, Mary and Deola? None of these girls is worth hurting. They are all nice, sweet and loving. Ini is gonna if I told her I quit, Deola is gonna faint if dare try it, and Mary, she would think I was joking because, in all fairness, we just got back together after a long long break. So, I’ve got a very difficult options here. Deola’s words brought me back to consciousness, Deola: Hello Mr. The food is ready. Me: Oh, thank you dear. Deola: What’s wrong with you Femi? I have called your name like twice. What’s going on? Me: Hmmmm. I was just thinking, what is that thing that I will do that will make you broke up with me? Deola: What’s going on Femi? Me: Nothing really. I was just thinking you know, a sweet girl like this, loving, caring and nice to me. What will I ever do to you that will make you wanna stop this union. Deola: You’re scaring me Femi. This is not what I wanna hear right now, please. Me: I am sorry. Let’s eat please. Deola’s mood changed completely since I asked the question. She became moody and said nothing while we eat. And yes, she prepared rice, green beans, fried chicken, tomatoe juice and salad to spice all up. I noticed the sadness on her face, Me: Baby what’s wrong? Deola: Do you really want an answer to that question? Me: Never mind. I was just thinking out loud. Deola: Don’t worry, I will answer you. I will quit this relationship if I found out that you’re not faithful to me…but I will still be your friend. We will still relate, hang out, go out together…but you will never be welcomed anymore in my house. That might even make me reconsider my stay in this country. I am troubled Femi, I am scared! She stood up from the table and went inside. I blamed myself. Why did I even ask her such a mumu question? I followed her inside and met her crying on her bed. I don cause wahala with my insensitivity. To Be Continued…

Me: Baby I was just thinking out loud. Why do you read so much meaning into an innocuous statement? Deola: I am an adult Femi, a woman for that matter. I understand what you’re passing across… I get it ok? Me: Get what? You’re completely misinterpreting me here. This argument went on for minutes. We argued back and forth with no consensus reached. When it clearly appeared that she was never gonna give in to my theory, I kept quiet. She went on and on ranting, complaining and making various baseless* comments about me. She even went ahead to claim that I purposely asked her that question because I was tired of the relationship and wanted out. Me: Baby that’s not true. I just need you to calm down and listen to me…please. Those words fell on her deaf ears. She continued her theory until I shut her up with this… Me: What I actually wanna say is to ask you if you’re gonna be my wife? Wil you marry me? Those words sent some serenity and common sense back into the room. The power of those words swallowed up the high voltage of emotions flying around the room. She looked at me and wondered if those words actually came out my mouth. Like someone searching for a life-saving answer, she enquired, Deola: What did you say? Me: You heard me clearly baby. Will you marry me? Deola: I don’t know…and please, don’t compound my life for me. Me: I’ll never do that Deola. Deola: Thank you for your honesty. I wanna sleep please, if you don’t mind. She laid on the bed face-down. Silently and shamefully, I went out of the room lost in thoughts. The slam of a door behind me really proved that Deola was really mad and angry. I opulently succeeded in making matters worse, I compounded the whole issue with my insentivity. I can’t explain why or how I said I wanna marry her. That’s the most silly moments of my life. I acted idiotically. Those words made her even more angrier and incensed. Those words just flew out of my mouth without processing it. One Yoruba adage says, “Oro ni n yo obi lapa, oun na lo n yo ida lapo”, meaning, words can either bring peace or start a war! I think mine has brought me a war now, a war with Deola. Who go judge this case now? I threw myself on one of the chairs in the living room. I asked myself a-million- and-one question on how silly a gentleman can behave in a flash of stupidity. I just hurt this simple girl for nothing. Even my foolish ploy to make her forget the whole melodrama failed. I thought about leaving immediately when I heard a beep on my phone. I received a message from…. DEOLA! She said, “Do you actually mean those words you said or you’re trying to make me look more like a fool?” I don’t know what to say. Should I say yes, I meant what I said, knowing fully well that I wasn’t? Or should I tell her the truth that I was only kidding, thereby pilling up her agony? Oh foolish me! I would have ignored the message if not for the last word in her message, “reply”. Please guys, don’t ever tell a girl what you don’t mean, especially when it has to do marry or no marry. The consequence is always direly injurious. I knew I didn’t mean what I said, lailai, no be now. I can’t explain how it came out of my mouth. I stared at my phone for minutes not knowing what to say in reply. I summoned the courage to go back to her room and talk it over. I knocked on the door for minutes but she didn’t answer. She had locked the door from the inside when I walked out of her room. I decided to keep on knocking the door until she opens. I was still knocking the door when my phone beeped again. Deola sent another message, “I don’t want you in here. Just reply my message, that all.” What a leverage! I replied her, “The question you asked me is too honorable to be answered behind a closed door. Why not allow me in and let me say what my heart is itching to say to you face-to-face.” After I sent the message, I kept on knocking on the door…until I heard a sound form the inside, suggesting that the door has been opened. I turned the handle and truly, she’s opened the door. I walked in silently and soberly, looking like a repentant husband returning to his wife. She had returned to the position I left her in when I left her room, face-down on the bed. I sat close to her on the bed, moved my hand slowly and touched one of her legs. She resisted instantly…and I tried again. I succeeded at the 5th attempt when she decided against her IGG (initial gra gra), Me: Deola I am sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you all. I am sorry. Please forgive me. With her head facing another direction away from mine, she replied me, Deola: I’ve heard you. Can you answer the question I asked now? I have transported myself into a tight corner already, and I must face the music. I can’t go back now, else I made her feel even worse that she felt before. Me: Yes I do Deola. I love you, and I would like that you be the mother of my kids. Will you marry me? She turned around, looked into my eyes and said, Deola: Yes! To Be Continued…

As if there was a Royal Rumble going on inside my head, I became numb. How on earth will I convince this already love-soaked girl that I didn’t mean those silly words my loosed my just uttered? That would be another disaster waiting to happen if I dare try it! I am finished! I am not ready for anything called marriage at all oo; not at that level. Yes money MAY not be the problem because, in all fairness, Deola’s parents can pass for a second-class upper creame de la creame of the society. I knew within myself that marrying Deola won’t be a problem at all because everything we’ll be needing for the wedding (not marriage) will be abundantly provided for by her parent, provided I am approved of them if she convinced them successfully. Deola is not the type of girl that take words lightly. She chose her words carefully before she speaks and does the same when listening. She’s a good listener, crisp and skillful. So, there is no way to make her believe that those words came out of my loosed mouth by mistake, not when I said it twice as if I meant it. She rose up from the bed and walked towards my direction. Like a queen looking for her king’s favour, Deola knelt down in front of me while I sat on the bed, Deola: I love you so much Femi, and I will marry you. This is all I wanted in a relationship: a man that will love me for me, and marry me. I am sorry if I misinterpreted your intentions earlier. I never thought I would find love so easily in you. The joy of every woman is to find a man who will be their own, not a type that will be shared around (Jisos! This girl dey abuse me indirectly?). Thank you for loving me and wanting to marry me. I promise to obey you, listen to you, care for you and remain faithful to you alone as I have always been. Everything inside my heart was just screaming: STOP! STOP! STOP! as Deola delivered her unwanted speech. Every word was like a sword piercing my mind…and truly, I cried inside. Look at what a short moment of stupidity brought me into. Deola’s love for me was already at 99.9% prior that moment. She has endured me, bleeped me, took good care of me, loved me and trusted me; even when I wasn’t faithful to her. Guys, never in your life toy with this four words: “Wiill you marry me?”: if you know you don’t mean it, unless you wanna give her a heart-attack or bring regrets upon yourself! I can’t explain how strange I felt. I almost had a shock/seizure because I was staring at what I never thought would happen in 5yrs time: proposing marriage to a woman. She tapped my hands and said, Deola: You’re not responding to me Femi. I looked at her and tears almost rolled out my eyes. I felt pity for her because I seriously don’t wanna hurt her. I don’t like hurting girls at all, no matter their incompetency and somewhat over- reaction to simple issues most of the time. I would have felt different had it been Cynthia or Ini. I would have been so so glad if the situation was with Cynthia. I said this because it will be easier to turn the tide around and make her forget I ever used the word “marry”. Besides, she sef go laugh am off because she knew Femi no serious for that kind thing. She would understand straight up that I was just kidding. The case however, will be different with Ini. It will be an honour to be Ini’s husband because, talk of love, we had it in abundance. There is mutual understanding, trust, bond, unwavered belief, affection and connection. It would be so so great and perfect if I ever asked for her hand in marriage. I want to imagine her words if ever I ask her to marry me, My heart belongs to you my king Rule my life with your affection; I am moulded to be your queen, Ravage me, I need your attention. Ubi societies, ubi jus I am the sin, you are my law; Whatever you like please do, I am your subject, you’re my lord. You are my air, my crown If them like make them frown; Let ‘em go to ocean and drown, Ini and Femi: keep off you clowns! Yes I’ll be your wife In times of troubles and strife; Open the doors of your court, You are the plaintiff, and I have been caught! The bond between Ini and I is still mysterious to me. I can’t explain it in English, not even in my mother’s tongue. I think her type of person only lived once in every 100yrs. I was lucky to have met Ini..and I will wish I meet her again in the after life. Me: I am just thinking about your response to my proposal Deola. I mean, other girls would have said, ‘let me think about it’. I never thought it will be this simple and quick. Deola: There is no need prolonging what is obvious Femi. Why delay my decision when I know fully well that the love we share is real, and the proposal came from your heart? I can’t delay my decision o, lest those tiny girls in your office dethrone me! Me: Tiny girls huh? Hmmmm. Deola: Baby don’t worry. Everything will be fine I promise you, ok? Me: Ok oo. Deola: Yes. But wait oo, you proposed to me without a ring? Me: Oh! My ring is my kiss. Come here love! To Be Continued…

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hmmmmm....What abt Ini.???....

@mubarak u c yAsef? U just use ur mouth n fall ya hand big tYM

@mubarak... U posted a different story here.

Hmmmm...Different story..

@mubarak, cum post d correct episode na

Abeg continue dis tori nw

dis femi guy sef don dey fear me

yes oo guys bt iam just goin throuh hectic funny tins over here dats y also the story is goin to continue soon an an

Continue plsss

Wow grace is beautiful like that?

to get off the hook and net I just threw myself in. What can I do to break this prison? I am no prisoner of love ke. I’ve got choices to make mehn! Then and just then, I remembered my partner in crime: Janet! Wow. Make I arrange with this girl now. That won’t be a bad idea after all. From nowhere, I received all the blueprints of how to manouver Deola and make her suspend this leech waiting to lick me dry: marriage. After the s*x, we took a shower together, and as you know, Femi doesn’t joke with shower s*x. Another round of pounding ensued inside the bathroom in full swing. 1, 2 rounds again, I was done. When we came out of the bathroom together, she jumped straight on the bed while I reached for my cloths, Deola: Why are you dressing up? Me: Oh, sorry I didn’t tell you. I had to go see Wale and a couple of my friends in Lekki Phase 1. You know I resume Monday. So I need to be up to speed about what has happened while I was away at work. Deola: Ohhhhh! Not today of all day now. Stay with me for a while then. Me: Time is of the essence baby. The earlier I go now, the better. Or are you saying I shouldn’t go? Deola: Nooooo. Since your reasons are genuine, why not? All I am saying is that you should stay a little with me. I went close to her and sat at the edge of the bed. I kissed her again and said, Me: Baby I’d love to but I got to go now before the dark hours return. Deola: But it’s not 12 noon yet. Isn’t it too early in the day? Me: Baby, that’s the best time to go see people that matters (I said this knowing fully well that I had promised Ini that I would be back at home by 1pm). She reluctantly gave in to me after I said, You know you’re my potential wife now. So, start acting like one by first, showing respect for my decision. Deola: Yes Sir! The way she said the “Yes Sir” would make you think she’s been in the army for years. I bust into laughter when she said it. Well, whether yes sir or no sir, me I dey waka comot for here. Make I quick go arrange with Janet on how to deal with Deola for me. Also, my Ini will be waiting to receive my ‘blessings’ when I got home, even though Deola don almost collect the first part. At all at all na im bad pass jare. Being there for Ini is the ultimate, even if I am not going to have s*x with her! I stormed out of Deola’s house and even had to reject her offer to drive me home. Me: Don’t worry love. I am a man now. I’ll be fine. Besides, you’re resuming duty by 2pm. You should get some rest before you go, you know? Deola: How thoughtful of you. Ok. Be safe my love. Me: I will. On my way home, I dialed Janet’s number to inform of another ‘business’, Janet: Uncle Femoooo Me: Bawo ni paddy mi? So wa ok? (How are you pal? Hope you’re fine?) Janet: I am where you put me oooo. Me: Where exactly are you? Janet: I am at home. Hope all is well? Me: Why did you ask? Janet: The way you asked me where I am made me curious ni. Me: No wahala. All is well. How can we meet? Janet: You tell me where and when, and I will be there. Me: Ok. Let’s meet at my house, 4pm or 5pm today. Janet: Today? And you said all is well? Me: Trust me now. I said all is well. Janet: Ok oooo. If you say so. But I no get transport sha ooo. Me: You and this no transport chorus sef. Ok, go borrow, I’ll give you back when you come. Janet: Ok sir. See you soon. Me: Thank paddy mi. Call ends. When I got home, I met a truck outside the gate. I check Garfar in his watch but he was not there. Where dis Northerner waka go wey him leave gate open so? I could hear some movements at the back of the house. I went there to see what was going on. It was then I saw some guys arranging building materials in the empty apartment. Garfar was also with them, giving them a helping hand, Me: What’s going on here? Garfar: Oga welcome sir. Na Landlord say make them bring this thing for house. Me: Ok. But is that why you left the gate opened? You should lock it next time you wanna do something like this ok? At least for security reasons. Garfar: Sorry Oga. Na one of them say him wan go buy water. Me: It’s ok. (I turned to the other guys and waved them before going upstairs). I called my queen to inform her of my presence, Me: Baby, your boy is back. Ini: Welcome sir. I may delay a little sir oo. My madam is here. Me: Ok baby. Take your time. But once it is 3pm, don’t bother coming cos I will be out by then. Ini: Where are you going again? Me: I want to go and see my friends in Phase 1. Ini: Ok. I will let you know when I will be free. Me: No problem. To Be Continued…

I used the next few hours to plan on how to manipulate Deola by using Janet at her finest. It’s not going to be an easy task. Everything must be perfectly arranged and flawlessly delivered. Who knows? I might get lucky with it, or so I thought. I said to myself, “Words spoken raw can lead to a war.” Many homes have been broken because of a seemingly harmless utterance by one of the parties. Friends have killed each other because of a carelessly spoken word. Governments have been toppled because of the use of a wrong register. And in my situation, if I don’t act fast, that foolish utterance is gonna land me a family I am not ready for…yet. It’s gonna get me a wife I never planned to marry. It’s not like I don’t love Deola or something, but it appeared that I have cornerd and caged myself by what I said. Many have gone to jail because they express their views in clear and simple terms. A Simple Analogy. This is not a grammar section or something oo cos me sef no sabi the language wella. But back then in school, I learnt about meanings (denotative, connotative and collocative) in English Grammar. Consider this statement, “Biola is a cat.” On the surface, this metaphoric expression could mean, 1. The friendly nature of a cat. We can say Biola is very a friendly person who plays with everyone. 2. We all know that the back of a cat never touches the ground. So, that expression could also mean Biola is a good wrestler who can never be defeated. 3. If you also consider the slippery and predatory instinct of a cat, we can say Biola is very trickish, cunning and dangerous. In short, that expression can have multiple meanings to different individuals. I guess they called it Polysemy or something. N.B: For more on meaning, consult Prof. Wole Soyinka. Lol. So my people, na so my misyarn wan fire me finish ooo. Thank God for rapid response and tactical nuances from Janet and I. I for become husband by force. After about 2hrs of waiting, doing nothing, I called Janet to ask about her movement, Me: Where are you now? Janet: I am on my way sir. I just got to Ajah Garage. Me: Since 12 noon? Ha? Janet: Uncle Femi you’re scaring me. I thought you said all is well earlier. This one that you’re saying I am late now is something else o. I hope it’s not a matter of life and death sir? Me: No, it’s not. It’s just it bores me to be alone right now. I need a company, that’s all. Janet: I am on my way sir. I’ll be with you shortly. Me: Ok. Yeye girl. Sha do quick make you come jare. I resorted to playing my video game while I await Janet. I called Ini and told her I had left for my friend’s place. She whined and almost cursed her madam for denying her what she called, “an afternoon desert.” That’s my girl. Almost an hour later, Janet arrived. She didn’t even bother to knock, she just barged into my house as if she knew the door will be left opened for her. Before I could stand up to say hello, she was already close to me. She opened up her body for a hug…and I ran into it. Me: What took you so long? Janet: I couldn’t secure the transport fare on time and besides, the traffic was mad today. Me: It’s alright. Thank God you’re here now. Janet: Abi ooo. What do you have inside your pot? I am madly hungry now. Me: Sorry to disappoint you. I haven’t cooked anything since 3 days. Janet: Ha? Why now? Me I am hungry ooo. Me: I am sorry. Maybe when we’re through with what I wanna see you for, I can take you to a nearby restaurant. Janet: You? You that I asked for 20k and your network went off? Me: Where am I supposed to get that kind of money when I told you already that I am on sick leave? Janet: Oh, sorry sir. I forgot. Me: Better. Can we talk now? Janet: Shoot. Me: You remember Deola right? Janet: Yes. The girl you made me lied to that I am your cousin. What happened again? Me: I mistakenly proposed to her that I want to marry her, and she’s bought it. I’ve just driven myself into a very messy situation here Janet. Janet: Mistake? You mean you proposed to a woman by, …mistake? That’s unheard of! Me: I know how it sounds but seriously, I need your help. Janet: What will you have me do? Me: Good. This is my plan: I will invite her here probably next week and will also invite on the same day. Immediately you come inside, just walk up straight to me and kiss me. I will take it up from there. Janet: Jesus! Men are wicked ooo. What if she has a gun in her bag? Do you want her to kill me ni? I no dey do that one o oga. Me: Calm down. I know Deola more than you. She’s not that type of person. Yes she will be shocked but to be in possession of a gun is never going to happen. Just do what you’re told, the rest will be fixed by me. Janet: Hmmmm. Na wah ooo. Talk about the length at which you guys can go to get what you want! Me: Leave the sermon for another day. Are you in, or out? Janet: And what will be in store for me? Me: The chance to kiss the man you’ve always wanted! Janet: Hahahahahaha. To Be Continued…

Me: Why are you laughing? Did I speak amiss? Janet: Not at all. You’re such a funny man. Me: (I changed my mood intentionally to convince her of my seriousness) Hey lady! Does it look like I am kidding? I hate when people take me for granted. Are you in or not? Janet: You sound angry sir. I am sorry. Are you really serious about the kissing ish as my reward for this job? Me: What else should I offer? Tell me, please. Janet: I was thinking …you know…money? Me: And how much are we talking about here, madam? Janet: I still need the 20k bros. I wouldn’t mind if you give it to me this time. Me: I can’t promise that. Besides, I don’t think I have such money with me now. Janet: Well, just do me well sir. Me: So you will do it, right? Janet: Yes I will. Should we rehearse it now? I laughed out hard for a while before I answered her. Can you imagine? Rehearse kissing? What a funny lady. Me: Dem dey rehearse kissing ni Janet? No kill abeg. Janet: Ha? I’ve to learn the way you kiss oo so that it won’t be a failed attempt. You know we have to make it look really good, sir. Me: I don hear you. So, how much of rehearsal do you need to make it look “really good”? Janet: I don’t like the way you’re sounding. I am losing interest already sef. You’re making feel as if I don’t know what I am saying. Sometimes in the life of a man, certain flashes of thoughts do comes to our minds, thoughts that we cannot contrThe image I kept seeing before me was an unclad Janet. Although I have promised myself never to touch* her, no matter what, her presence in the house and the context at which she said those words, sparked a riot in my third leg. It was as if she was speaking directly to my balls. I did a quick calculation: If I tell Janet I wanna have s*x with her, I am 100% sure that she won’t bulge at all, save the IGG common to girls. Janet and I both know that she wanted than what I am giving her presently. Like James and John told Jesus Christ, Our Lord, she wanted a seat at my right hand side, alongside Deola on the left. Lol. I can’t promise that one oooo. Why would I even dare to do such when I’ve got the queen of my life, Ini already picked? Well, except something SUPERNATURAL happened, I still can’t see me and Janet in any fling. No; not on my life. Not that she’s bad or something, but because I have more that I can chew already. I stood up from where I was seated and moved close to Janet. I held her hand and tried to lift her up with it. She released herself to my grasp and so was standing toe-to-toe with me, her eyes fully fixed on mine as she wanna challenge me to a fight. I held her two hands with mine and drew her closer. She began to breathe faster and became somewhat afraid. Me: What’s wrong with you? You look tensed. Why are you breathing fast? Janet: I don’t know sir. I have never felt this way before. What do you want to do to me sir? Me: Just relax ok? We are trying to rehearse the kissing so it can look really good. (I taunt her again). Janet: (After a heavy sigh) Ok sir. I don’t know why I am fidgeting sir. Me: Close your eyes and be still, ok? Janet: Ok sir. I moved one of my hand around her waist, drew much closer to me so much that I could feel the strength of her Bosom pushing my chest backwards. I also helped move one of her hand around my waist too so that the knit can be strong. When I noticed my Johnny has risen to a level where it could destroy my zip, I pushed my buttocks back a little so that she won’t read sexual meanings to it. She licked her lips seductively to make it wet. At the sight of her lips, mehn, make I no lie, I felt as if I was already pounding her. She’s got a pinkish kind of lips that can provoke the animal in a man. I tried to comport myself by reminding myself that this is just a kiss, nothing more! At long last, I planted a soft, well-calculated, penetrating and magically induced kiss on her lips. That connection made her shiver…and made me go gaga. It was just magnificent and electric! She removed her hand from my waist and placed both her hands of my shoulder, giving me the signal that this girl meant something different. This won don pass rehearsal madam. E don do. She started breathing heavily and almost moaning before I broke off. Me: That’s a good rehearsal there Janet. That’s the kind of kiss I want you to bring on that day. She kept quiet. Silently, she went back to her seat and didn’t say a word until she left my apartment. She has gotten emotionally attached to what she called a rehearsal. Abeg ooo. I hired you to come solve my problem, not to add to it. I called her name several times but she didn’t blip. I don hear am. Me: Janet what’s wrong? You’re not responding to my call. No answer. Suddenly, she picked up her bag and started leaving. I ran after her and I stopped her on the staircase. Me: Janet what is the problem? Did I do something wrong? Did I say anything harsh or did I… Bang! In the twinkling of an eye, Janet kissed me again! This time, more passionately and emotionally. I allowed her have way for like 2mins before I broke off the kiss again. Me: What’s going on? Janet: I will tell you when I get home. Me: when you get home? So you mean you’re leaving? What about your transport? Janet: I don’t need it anymore. I have enough to take me back home, sir. Good night sir. I hope this kiss no go boomerang sha? Person wey I call make she come help me, hope say she no get plan to overthrow? I rushed after her and caught up with her half-way to bus stop. When she turned around and saw me, she smiled, but said nothing. We walked to the bus stop and stood for a while, waiting for vehicle. We just stood there, looking at different directions but saying nothing to each other. To me, it appeared to be a soap opera whose end drew out great curiosity in me. For her, she smells a scent of adventure, like her dream is about to happen. For my mind I dey sing, *In Tiwa Savage’s Voice* “I no do kele-kele no kele-kele love ooo.” I don’t think I need to explain how I felt after returning home. By the way, she eventually collected Transport Fare from me, 2k. I hope it’s clear to you all that truly, Janet has ulterior motives about this whole ish. There is definitely something fishy about her sudden and silky show of affection towards me. Although that affection has been there since we met but the conditions and levels I placed her quelled whatever momentum she’s gathering. But now, a new sense of belief is raising its ugly head. That rehearsal don plant yeye hope for her mind. Anyway, make she dey hope dey go, once her contract finish, na Allah ba mu sa remain. I do a lot of reflection as a man. It’s one part of my life I cherished the most, and I don’t joke with it. In that reflective mood, I thought about my life, my work, my siblings, what to do to improve my life, how to make people around me feel comfortable, how to be efficient, better and, as much as I can, be the best I can. I think everyone should try this once in a while. It is also called self appraisal. Put yourself on a percentage of 100. How would you rate your efficiency, your individual responsiblity to yourself, your family, those around you and, if you are in any, your relationship to your partner. It is often said that, “we are what we think”. A man who reflects on his life stands a better chance of making amends to whatever wrong he’s done, build on where he’s deficient and consolidate or improve on the good side of his life. I was in my alone-time after returning home. Something in me kept punching me and reminding me of the wrong I wanna do to Deola, the wicked teaming up with Janet. I am always hard on myself whenever I am into this reflective mood. I rebuke myself a lot, even where I ought to praise myself. But in all fairness, Deola is pushing me to a garden I am not prepared to tend. She wanna make me what I am not. And to be candid, I don’t want none of that. I have to do what I got to do to break off this shackles Deola is trying to put on my hands. At the end, I justified myself (that was rare anyway). “She just needs to slow down a little”, I concluded. And as much as it lies in me, I have to employ every [dubious] means possible to make her pump her brakes, hence the coalition with Janet. The only wahala wey I get now is how to restore Janet’s CPU to the default factory settings, to make her abort the notion she started nurturing. No problem now, I’ve got her right under my palm. Cynthia flashed through my mind. Gosh! It’s been like forever since we last talked to each other. Eeyah! But no be my fault now. She sef wan show me say she rugged and stubborn. Anyway, lest I turn a bad guy, I called her up, Cynthia: Hallelujah! They finally remember our number. Me: Excuse me? What do you mean? Cynthia: What I mean? If you still have your call history intact, check the last time you called me. Me: Can’t you call if I don’t? After all, I am the one recuperating. Cynthia: The last time I checked, someone came to see me at St. Nicholas recently. He even gave me 10k. Me: Cynthia enough! This one part of your life I dread so much. You lack humility in all sense. Haba? At least pretend as if you’re wrong…for the sake of peace. Cynthia: You these men sef. I know that’s where you will turn everything. It is always the women that are to beg, they are always wrong, they are the unsubmissive ones, rude ones, disrespectful and all what not. Me: So what you’re saying is…? Cynthia: That I am sorry. Me: Hmmmm. Half-hearted apology. Cynthia: Oh, do I need to go on my knees? Me: I never said that. Besides, how would I know if you do? Cynthia: Ok ooo. Mr, Uncle, Brother, Gentleman, Senior, Chairman Femi, I am very very sorry ooooooooooo. Me: Thanks! Cynthia: Are you angry? Me: Should I be? Cynthia: No, you shouldn’t. Me: Fine. Got to go now. Just checking on you. Cynthia: E se adupe ooo. Olorun a ranti eyin naa ooo. (Thanks. May God remember you too). Me: When are we seeing? Cynthia: Hmmmmm. That will be difficult ooo. Me: Why? Cynthia: I had to convince my mum to let me go out again oo cos since I’ve been discharged, I hardly step outside, let alone go to see my friends. Me: Ok. I will come see you then, after church on Sunday. Cynthia: Ehn ehn? Femi in my house? That will be serious. Me: Am I not welcomed? Cynthia: Of course you are ooo. I’ll be waiting to receive you. Me: Settled then. Bye for now. Cynthia: Bye bye ooo. Help us greet those babes ooo. *I pressed the red burton straight* I called Ini to ask if she’ll be able to make it to my place after her working hours, Ini: Hmmmm. I won’t stay long ooo. Me: Don’t worry. I won’t take your time. Ini: Ok. Me: Wait sef. Can I follow you to your house? Ini: Why not? Me: Your sister nko? Ini: What about her? Me: Won’t she complain if she sees a man with you? Ini: That will convince her the more that I am no more a kid. Me: Alright then. I’ll follow you home tonight then. To Be Continued…

Love savaged secret I so need to be more discreet Lest I walk into troubles blindly Please advise me, kindly. Live and let live, Life is one step at a time; What has life got for me? Bring it now that I am in my prime. Sedated by love unparalleled, Surrounded by beauties untold; Schemes and methods filled my head, My fingers crossed as I watch things unfold. Deola’s heart I am about to break Don’t bother to wake me up; Did you say my love is fake? Fumble, and watch me treat your Bleep up! Girls in their eminence, Look straight into my eyes; Come to Femi’s presence, I’ll place you all on ice. Figuratively I speak, Allegorically I preach; I am strong at my peak, Don’t act like you’re a leech! I hate being a player, But I am enjoying the game; Don’t act like a soothsayer, I know in it, there ain’t no fame! Read in between the lines, Seven, eight and nine; This is my crib, court and chamber, Come in at your own risk: let’s do the Samba! After speaking with Cynthia, thoughts about Mary flooded my mind. Make I kuku call her now and ask about tomorrow’s preparation, Mary: Hello sir. Me: Hey my boo. What’s up? Mary: I am fine sir. How are you to? Me: Hey hey hey! I think we’ve got ourselves an issue to address here. Mary: What is that sir? Hope all is well? Me: I think you need to stop all these ‘sir’ thing. Can you a little bit romantic? As in, call me pet names? Mary: Hmmmm. What should I call you then? Me: I don’t know. You go figure that out. Aren’t you a woman? Think about a name now and address me by it. Mary: Ok ooo. I’ve heard you. Me: Good. How are you feeling, and how is the preparation? Mary: Everything is on schedule sir. Just minor touches and we will be ready. Engagement is 7am tomorrow morning. Me: Alright. Wish you all the best. Mary: Amen. Let me open up to you guys here. My reunion with Mary challenged my unwavered affection and attention for Ini. I felt I was naturally drawn to Mary, again. She’s grown up in size and, of course, in the art*. She appeared to be more calm, free and sweet…and she’s yoruba too. That leaves me with an headache of choice making. I asked myself various kind of questions concerning my predicament: Ini, Deola, Mary and Cynthia by the ringside. Who is that woman worthy of taking all of what Femi stands for? Only two names ticked all the boxes: Deola and Ini. In the life of every guy, especially those who have trod this path before, there is always a vacuum, an emptiness, loneliness, uncertainty and, at the extreme, pain. It is a psychological warfare, the mind trying to adapt to the realities staring so menacingly. As for me, I kept having this feeling of being busted one day. The fear of being caught enveloped my mind, I think my time is up and whether now or later, this whole game is gonna be over, soon. No amount of lies can substitute or atone for all my deeds, I just must face the sweet chin music. Cynthia I have molested, used and maltreated. I enjoyed her body while it was rosy but now, she’s become an afterthought. I neither call her nor relate with her the way I used to. I mean this is the girl that gave me everything: time, presence, and, *coughs* more importantly, *coughs again* Kitty-Cat. She was faithful, sincere, albeit, hurty and fiery. The only point I have in trying to justify my disposition of her is that she is too arrogant and impatient. No man wants a woman like that. The fear of what she might do to if she mistakenly finds out about my secret affairs scares me. Deola no offend me at all. In fact, I have read some comments here that she’s the girl I should marry. I felt the same way too. However, her timing was wrong. Yes, blame me for proposing to her first, but if you recollect, I was not in my right senses when those words flew out of my mouth. My body languages then ought to have informed her that Femi did not mean those words. Instead of taking the words lightly, she believed it and feasted on it. And since me I know say I never ready for marriage, I had to do what I gotta do before somebody come put handcuff for my hand. I still need my freedom woman…and I am not ready to relinquish it. The weight of my freedom was necessary for my plan to make Deola think otherwise about going on with the marriage song that had flooded her mind overnight. Mary is one-off. She will always be my mistress, except I change my mind. Ini however, is the real deal. If I am asked to marry 5,000 times, Ini will still be the woman. She is everything I need. Sometimes you don’t need a woman to be highly glamorous, you just need her to be submissive. You don’t need a classy woman, you just need her to be your soulmate. You don’t need a woman too affluent, you only need a quiet, humble, open and loving. These are virtues embedded in Ini. She is the queen of my life. Although not from my tribe, she is worth every drop of my blood. I almost died when I heard of her passing away! It was an experience I never thought I could survive. Life is harsh! To Be Continued… C

March 3rd is a day I set aside to remember Ini every year. Yes! You’re reading this live and direct. Ini actually died. I know I wasn’t supposed to say this now but, as a mark of honour to her, I had to tell you guys. And that’s the reason I didn’t update yesterday as a mark of respect to her. I planned to follow her home that evening as promised. That was after we had a mind blowing s*x, which happened to be our last! There was something strange and mysterious that night before, during and after s*x. The normal lively and Intimate Ini was cold and indecisive. After closing for the day around 8:15pm, she called me and said, Ini: Can I still come? Me: Why not? Ini: Ok. Me: What happened to you? You sound dull. Is it stress? Ini: Not really? My mind is just troubled. Me: We’ll talk when you come, ok? Ini: Ok. What could have made the always lively Ini sound this dull and unconnected? Did anyone offend her? I just couldn’t figure it out. About 5mins later, she walked in slowly, sat on the chair and threw her bag on the floor. Me: What’s wrong baby? Any problem? Ini: I can’t explain how I am feeling. It is as if I am scared of something I can’t explain. Me: Fear of the unknown ke? Did you offend anyone? Ini: Since you’ve known me, do you think I can offend anybody? Me: That’s relative. You may think you did not offend anybody but in the real sense, you can offend some people by not offending them. Ini: Don’t confuse me. Me: Your quietness, humility, simplicity and honesty may be a threat to another person who is not as morally sound as you. So, not until you physically step on people’s toes before you realise you’ve offended them; you may offend them by being too clean! Ini: Hmmmm. Na wah for this life ooo. Well, whether I offend someone by not offending anybody like you said or not, my heart is just too restless. Me: Don’t worry baby. Maybe it is the stress. Ini: I hope so ooo. I beckoned on her to come sit on my laps. I held her close to myself and started allaying her fears, assuring her all will be well. My sweet talking and ability to influence people’s mind, made her gave in to me for a short but mind blowing s*x that night. I had assured her that I will walk her home that evening for the opportunity of knowing her sister. Ini: Let’s do it here. I don’t wanna go inside. Me: Whatever you want dear. Shirt and skirt off, pants down, Nightingales in China Town; Unclad we lay on the floor, Sucking on her Bosom with vigour. She lay still, unmoved, Like a log fastened with chains; Echoes of fear gripped the hood, Blood running through her veins. The queen of my life, Angel in disguise; Though competition is rife, I loved you until your demise! Slowly but steady, Penetrating deep and sturdy; You are my soul, heart and body, Sweet, precise and cozy. She didn’t moan, she didn’t move. But for the feeling and the joy of penetration, I would have stopped. I managed to roar to climax, feeling satisfied but unfufilled. Ini’s action and mood raised mcuh concern for me. This is unlike her. Me: You’re not yourself today baby. What’s going on? Ini: Nothing. I am not just in the mood really. Me: Is that all? Ini: That’s all I can say for now. Me: Alright. Go shower and let’s go. She got up slowly, walked inside, took her shower and we left. We were inside the vehicle when she said, Ini: Can you do me a favour? Me: Favour? What kind of favour? Ini: I don’t want you to follow me home anymore. I don’t want my sister to know you for now. Me: Ini what’s going on? We agreed I was gonna follow you home and now when we are alomost there I guess, you’re changing your mind? Ini: I am sorry. Something tells me to stop you from showing yourself to my sister for now. Me: I am confused. I am lost here. Ini: Don’t worry baby. All is well. She held my hand as she said those words. Peace returned to my troubled mind immediately. I agreed to go back home on one condition, Me: Give me your sister’s number. Ini: Ok. I will send it to you when I’ve confirmed that you’re back home. Me: Ok. When we highlighted frm the vehicle, she called for a bike to take her home. Me: Not even a walk with me? Ini: I don’t want to trouble you. Go back home dear. Call me when you’re home. Zoom! The bike zoomed out of sight. Fear returned to my heart when she left me. What kind of night is this? The fear of going back home to sleep alone gripped me. I no fit go back home alone ooo. Quickly I called Deola to know her status, Me: Where are you dear? Deola: Still at work. What’s up? Me: Nothing much. I am passing the night in your house. So, hurry up. Deola: Wow! Ok. I’ll be home soon. Should I come pick you at home? Me: No, don’t bother. I’ll be waiting for you at your gate. Deola: That serious? You’re making me smile here. Me: I guess that’s a good thing, right? Deola: Yea, it is. When I got Deola’s house, I located one quiet spot opposite her gate and sat down there to wait. These are two extremes: Lie & Fear. To Be Continued… To Be Continued…

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I was here :)

That means if u did not marry ini then it is deola

@mubarak cn u pls sumarize d story so far, i dnt seem 2 remember sumtns abt d story, especialy d MARY part

wlcm back

shocked INI dies d same night she refused u from following her home

Tank God u are back

MM

@master planner we dey hope

Cum update nw

Oga kum update diz tin once and for all na....uno marry ini u no mary deolq cuz u say single till naw sumtin ago

watching

Pls come n update n finish this story? what led to ini's death n r u married

hmmmm

quite interesting

president of women affairs

She's a karashika

Nice story

Nice story

Nice story

Nice story

following ...

Interesting

this story no complete now

pls mr val what about d story of d noble gals : her group base outside d country but came down to nigeria to fight fr d gal. What is d name again ad d story is not complete

What happened to the remaining episodes? #LifeStoryOnAnAddict @mubarak @coolval22.com

Bros I beg continue dis tory nah..