MY NAME IS A-ZED

oga driver

okay

Pocket d cash and drive home guy

Nice start

Ride on

This spoilt brat of a girls... Somehow for dem

ride on

A-zed wasn't expecting this kind of late drive to the club. Right now he has no other choice but to continue the drive which just gave him few cash.

The opc guys were so stupid and wanna put him in trouble but the club girls came and rescued him. He met the greedy securities.

This is not his plan to work 4 the club girls tonight. His school work is still waiting 4 him, he was lucky that the club girls he met were merciful.

He has nothing to regret with the 10k in his hands but will have more to regret if there's no plan b to do the assignment, even if is an immediate plan b.

I knw say u go wait for dem

[b]Episode 2[/b] I quickly folded the money and put it into the smaller inner pocket of my jeans. I didn’t even know I could get that much in it. I took another good look at my surroundings and I still couldn’t believe I was out that late in Victoria Island. Before I could bask further in the euphoria that was slowly taking over me, the soundtrack supplied by my grumbling stomach reminded me that I still hadn’t had a full meal all day. I thought twice about looking for food, it would be wise to save all the money Kassy gave me but then again, what if I hadn’t made it, I thought to myself. One meal won’t kill, especially as I have more than enough for Dr. Okeke’s textbook and still enough to send to Mama and yet still enough to fuel my cab and also survive on through the coming week. Na wah oh. Ten thousand naira. I wondered what owning a million would feel like even as I locked my car and began to sojourn the street corners of Adeyemo Alakija late into the night, abi early morning, looking for something to eat. As I walked forward I saw more girls lined up along the road, some alone, some in groups of two, three, four, some tall, dark, others, not so tall, light skinned. At first glance they all looked the same… in their very high heels and very exposing outfits – transparent tops, very very short skirts and I even saw a girl in just her underwear but I think she was changing though. Cars drove by, some pressed their horns and drove off, others stopped, chatted with the girls for a while and then drove off, while some stopped and the girls just almost instinctively got into the car. This is a crazy crazy world. I thought to myself … Ahn Ahn. You no dey look where you dey go? Ha. Please I’m sorry, please don’t be annoyed. Caught up in my thoughts, I hadn’t been paying attention to where I was going and I had barged into one of the girls who stood displaying her wares for prospective customers. She was one of the artificially light skinned ones. Medium height, plus sized, heavily made-up, especially with the red lipstick and very loosely dressed. As I tried to apologize, a similarly dressed but fatter girl came out of nowhere laughing. The fatter one: Why you just dey shout like that na? Red lips: Why I no go shout, see as he just hit me carry body touch all my goody goody (she said, as she adjusted her very transparent bra wiggling her large sized breasts in the process) The fatter one: But no be so dem dey do (she moved closer to me). You know wether na first time customer? Fine boy, you wan fuck? You want us to show you a good time? (She said with the most ridiculous forced American accent I’d ever heard) I stood there almost too surprised to talk. Before I could force words out of my mouth, the fat one pulled out her breasts from her top and hauled them right before my face. Yes I said pulled. They were huge and the stretch marks, which ran all the way from her neck continued almost to the top of each nipple. The fatter one: I’m gonna give you a gooooooooood time (she said, as she jiggled and wiggled her breasts at my face) I snapped out of my self-imposed trance, turned a corner around them and briskly walked away, half running and not looking back. A few buildings ahead, I came across a couple of Mallam’s with what looked like mobile food stands setup in wheelbarrows. I quickly walked towards them expecting to see things like biscuits and maybe even gala. To my surprise the first Mallam had various brands of condoms displayed on his wheelbarrow. My God! I never knew they made so many of those things. I quickly turned to look at the second Mallam and he also had packs of condoms displayed along with some funny looking packs with images of naked men and women on them. They weren’t condoms, they looked more like drugs. Most of them with funny names: Energy 2000, Adam’s Desire, Nackam etc. I couldn’t hide the disappointment on my face, neither could I hide my hunger any longer but before I could turn away, one of the Mallam’s asked: Mallam1: Oga, which one I wan buy Me: Aboki, abeg, na food I dey find Mallam2: Kai, oga, that one go hard por this time walahi. Why I no go por that flace go buy (he said, pointing in the YNot direction) Me: I no fit get like gala and coke? Mallam1: Why I no talk that one before…. Which kain coke I want. Me: Just give me two gala and one coke or if plastic dey bring plastic coke. The Mallam disappeared almost immediately and I was too hungry to check which direction he went. I looked up to see a few girls casually strolling on the other side of the road. I recognized one of them – Kpekpeye girl from earlier that night. Her jacket was off again and security lights from the nearby building showed her in her “not-so-glory.” Just then, a car pulled up beside them and I watched as Kpekpeye girl more or less ran ahead of the other girls towards the car. My attention was then drawn back to the other Mallam. A man had just run to him. Breathing heavily, he waved a N500 note at the Mallam and more or less yelled: give me one fantasy. It was at that point I noticed the man was a security guard. His uniform had the logo of a large and popular insurance firm embroidered on it and he kept looking back towards a building, which I later realized was the head office of the insurance firm. Security man: Aboki, I say give me 1 Fantasy. Mallam2: (reaching to pick one of the packs of condoms on his stand but then stops) Who send you come buy Pantasy? Security Man: I say I wan buy something, you dey ask who send me Mallam2: Abeg, oga, no vex but I know why I dey ask Security Man: Ehn hen… (he said as he turned to look behind him again) ok, na Princess. Shey you don hear now. Oya bring wetin I ask for. Mallam2: Kai shege, you see why I ask. Frincess I no dey use Pantasy. (He reached for one of the packs) Na Roup Rider Frincess dey use, take am. Security man: Aboki I hope say you sure. If I need waka come back here and my tenant go start another round wey I no count, na die oh. Just then, the other Mallam returned with a pet bottle of Fanta and two galas. Mallam1: Oga, wahlahi na only this coke remain, shey I go manage am. I couldn’t bring myself to argue. I collected it just as the security man ran back towards his building. I paid the Mallam, crossed over to the other side of the road and more or less jogged all the way back to my car. I closed the door of the car, wound down a bit and settled to my breakfast lunch and dinner, all wrapped in two delicious packs of beef sausages. I hadn’t taken the second bite from my first gala when I heard a noise towards the back of the passenger side of the car. Before I could turn around to see what was happening, two people were lying on the backseat of my car. Man and woman. The woman who was on top, I quickly recognized as Kassy but this time, her top was almost off. The man was of Arab origin but I couldn’t really make out his face as her plum body covered him. She unzipped his trouser and then looked up at me. I made to leave the car but she used her right hand to hold me down by my shoulder while she somehow managed to use her left hand to dig into the man’s trouser and produce his private. She then smiled at me, while still holding my shoulder and then bent her head towards the man’s private area. I immediately turned my head forward towards my dashboard and managed to swallow the bit of gala I had been chewing. The man made all kinds of noises for the next thirty seconds or there about and the noises climaxed into one final loud one. This was followed by sounds of someone spitting. I couldn’t take it, I turned around and saw Kassy spitting on the floor of the back seat area. Chei, I didn’t even want to imagine what cleaning that would take. While trying to control my anger, I flung the half eaten gala on my dashboard and heard as they both exited the car. They both leaned on the car and got talking. All I could hear were giggles and bad English. And then: Arab man: But how much Kassy: (giggles) same price, just one Arab man: Ahn Ahn, me customer, Kassy Kassy: That’s why its still one, others wont get it that cheap. Arab man: Kassy Kassy. Kassy Kasandra. Na because say na you o. I listened on in absolute shock even as I heard the Arab man speaking more pidgin English. He then pulled out his wallet and produced some crisp notes – US Dollars. He handed them to Kassy and said: I add sometin extra for you to take care of my baby (he said as he tapped her breast) Kassy giggled yet again as the Arab man walked away. She then got into the front passenger seat, looked at me with a broad smile on her face and said: A to the Zee. Fine boy toh bad. Lets go home I checked the clock on my dashboard. 3:35am. I turned to her and asked: how about the others? They will meet us later. (she said smiling even as she proceeded to rub the back of my head with her left hand) Kassy: A Zed, A Zed – fiiiiinnnnee boy.

just dey enjoy.

Ride on

Following u my man a-zed :whistle:

Just dey ride on

Ride on

nice start

Na you are finish the job

hmmm.... na wow oohh.

hahahaha life don tire u abi

[b] Episode 3 [/b] I have dropped a copy of the practice questions with Jelilee at the photocopying centre. See him for your copy and answer the first ten questions, which must be submitted unfailingly by Tuesday morning. Dr. Okeke’s announcement was met with a huge roar of displeasure from the crowd of students that filled up lecture room 106. Moments later, a very unperturbed Dr. Okeke calmly strolled out of the room with his very famous bouncy strut. Dare and I joined the other students on the mass exodus out of the poorly ventilated and body-odour filled lecture room. Still tired from the activities of the day and night before, I barely heard Dare as he rambled on about how unfair Dr. Okeke’s assignment was. All I wanted to do was get to my room and jump on my bed. I slept all through Saturday and most parts of Sunday. I slept so much I even missed the Arsenal game on Sunday. Thank God we won though, I couldn’t bear another bout of embarrassing comments from those guys at the taxi park. I wasn’t even in the mood for work. I had more than enough money to last me for two weeks even as I remembered I needed to send some money to Mama as well as change some foreign currency. I decided to rest through Sunday and resume work on Monday. ************ Work was smooth on Monday. I picked up the car after my lectures as usual. Uncle Mufu wasn’t around so I had to see him later to give him the money for Mama. I changed the $100 with me at Sabo – FOURTEEN K. Yekpa. All this money! It’s even good I didn’t see Uncle Mufu, I’ll have to send more money to Mama. I went round the mainland and took a few trips with some passengers then I drove down to the island. It’s funny how one night can change so much. It was a little over 8pm and even though I had no passenger, I took my time to familiarize myself with names of the streets on Victoria Island. Just as I decided to head back home, I took the round about on Ajose, headed towards Ahmadu Bello and then, I was flagged down by a young man. He was wearing a suit and had his tie slightly loosened – banker, I thought. He had a laptop bag with him and was heading to Akoka in Yaba. Perfect. We settled on one thousand five hundred naira and despite the traffic I was more than glad to make some money on my trip home. We chatted briefly and he confirmed my guess; young banker, well spoken and good-looking. I dropped him off and he took my phone number after asking if I could take him to work early in the mornings. He leaves home at 6am so that works for me. I could drop him and be back in time for my first lecture. I agreed to the deal and promised to see him the next day. By the time I got to the park Uncle Mufu had left, I parked the car and returned to school. I didn’t see Uncle Mufu till Wednesday evening. A lecturer had fixed a test for Thursday morning so I decided to close early so I could get some reading done. I parked in my usual spot at the park around 5pm and I walked into the park office. I hailed some of the drivers and went in to see my Uncle. He was alone which was very strange but then I noticed he had some money on his table; that explained it. He quickly put away the money and responded to my greeting. Uncle Mufutao can sometimes be very nice but most times, he’s too stern and disciplined for me. Not my biological uncle, my dads best friend who vowed to see me through my university education after my father died. He taught me how to drive and gave me one of his taxis to use in making a living. Unlike all the other cabmen, I only had to deliver ten thousand every week. Any other thing I made was mine. Most weeks I managed to make just about 13k after taking out the cost of fuel and little car repairs. But this week, I had managed to almost triple that figure thanks to my Friday night ordeal. I gave Uncle Mufu my money for the week with an additional 10k for him to send to Mama. TEN THOUSAND? Ibo lo ti ri owo (where did you get this from) I’ve been saving ni Sir. I just want to do all I can to get Mama up and running again. Uncle Mufu never talked much, he gave me a questioning look and that was all. I told him to send my regards to his wives and kids and with that, I dropped the key and made the short walk back to my hostel. I bought some apples just before I entered the hostel and munched on one as I walked into my room. Dare, my closest friend and one of my seven roommates was in the room already studying for the test. He’s the dictionary definition of a geek. Always reading. He didn’t even notice me come into the room – busy differentiating and integrating. I hit him on the head with the nylon bag of apples and he almost fell off the chair he sat on. Ha, Azeez, bawo. Ma binu, I was deep into the world of dee y and dee x Daaaarrreee. Life doesn’t start and end with book o. I’m sure you’ve not eaten all day. Sha take apple and relax your brain. Its not kuku my fault. You know some of us are not blessed like you. You only need a few minutes to run through all these things and you will understand, he said as he helped himself to an apple. But wait oh, you have been buying apples on your way back since Monday. Are you fasting or has business been that good? Hmmm…. Dare. It’s God oh. That is all I can say. Na papa God send me good samaritan. Imagine a passenger paying me in foreign currency. Dollars. DOLLARS? Did you take her to the moon? In fact where we went was farther than the moon….. Just then, my phone rang and it was a number I didn’t recognize. I wondered who it could be even as it occurred to me that I hadn’t heard from Kassy since I dropped her off that Saturday morning. It was probably better that way. I picked up the phone, said hello and a cautious voice responded on the other end. Hello. Is this AZed? Yes, this is AZed. My name is Princess, I got your number from Kassy. I need a ride for later tonight. Will you be available to work? Erm…. Later tonight. Where is that ma. Will you be available? I checked the time – 5:48pm. I saw the puzzled look on Dare’s face from the corner of my eyes. Yes ma. I will be available. Ok. I will call you later to tell you where to meet me. Even before I cut the call, Dare asked What are you going to be available for? Aren’t we supposed to go to the library together this night? And who is AZed? It’s one of those customers I can’t say no to. I’m sure I will be back in time to meet up with you at the library. Before Dare could respond, I dashed out of the room and quickly walked back to the Taxi park. Uncle Mufu was out by the time I got there. As I got into my car, my phone rang and it was Princess again. AZed. Do you know Parkview Estate in Ikoyi? Yes I do ma. Ok. Meet me at the estate gate at exactly 7pm. If you get there earlier, you’d have to find somewhere to pass time but please make sure you’re at the gate by 7pm. And please stop calling me “Ma”. Yes Ma. I mean… Yes Princess. It was just about 6pm, I quickly cleaned my car and hit the road. I was lucky traffic was light. I got there about 5 minutes early so I took the long drive round Bourdillon and turned around at the end. By the time I got back to the Parkview Estate gate, it was exactly 7pm and almost as if she had rehearsed it, a young lady casually dressed in jeans, tee shirt and heeled slippers walked out of the estate gate carrying nothing but a simple hand bag. She noticed the cab almost immediately and she walked to the car and sat in front beside me. I tried not to stare but as simple as she dressed, she looked remarkably beautiful. As she put on her seat belt, she mentioned Kassy didn’t tell her I drove a painted cab. I asked which way we were heading and she told me to drive towards Lekki phase 1. As I drove, I noticed she kept on stealing glances at me, as if she was sizing me up. She kept to herself all through the ride. She only spoke when she directed me. A little over 7:30pm, I parked in front of a massive house somewhere deep inside Lekki Phase 1. High fenced with electric wires running round the top. Princess asked if I could give her a moment outside the car. She moved to the back seat as I exited the car. Moments later, she came out looking totally transformed. She now had on a very very short dress that showed off her figure. She had let down her hair and all of this made her look even more beautiful. While I was still caught up with her ‘new look’, she snapped her finger to get my attention and I noticed she had on a smile. It’s almost 8, please meet me back here at exactly 11pm. Once you get here, just press the bell and tell whoever attends to you that you’re my driver and you’re here to get me. But please don’t be late. She didn’t even wait for my response. In a matter of seconds she had pressed on the little knob by the gate, the smaller door on the gate opened up and she vanished into the huge fortress. I stood there for a few minutes wondering what I would do till 11pm. If only I had brought along my Engineering Mathematics textbook. I got into the car. I listened to the radio. I drove down the road. I bought a drink from a roadside Mallam. I drove back to the building and it was still only 9:44pm. I didn’t want to risk going on another trip while I waited. She was very specific about me not being late. I reclined my seat and rested my back even as I replayed the events which opened me up to this new world. I remembered picking up Kassy and Debby, the trip to Badore, the wait outside YNot, Kassy giving me 10k, the long drive back to Badore and ….. Kassy. Yes, Kassy. When we got back to their place at Badore, she invited me in but I declined and told her I had to rush somewhere as I had my assignment on my mind. She tried to rub the back of my head but I held her hand away and pleaded for her to let me leave. That was when she looked at me and said: AZed. AZed. Me I like you oh and if you come inside, you will enjoy all of this. (She said this as she used her right hand to point out her breast) She then caught me unawares as she rubbed my chest down to my groin area. I almost jumped off my seat. She laughed and laughed and said: Are you a ‘firgin”? Come on. AZed, don’t disappoint me oh. Anyway…. Let me not keep you, just think about what I said… (she said as she put her hand into her purse to produce $100 which she handed to me) I hesitated initially but she more or less stuffed it in my hands and told me it was my payment for the night. What a night that was, I shook my head as I snapped back to reality. 10:54pm. I got out of the car and stretched. Lingered a bit and at exactly 11pm I went to the gate. I pressed the little bell button and waited. Instead of a face, I heard a voice asking who I was and who I was there to see. I’m Miss Princess’ driver. She said I should come and pick her here. ………… …………….. ………………….. I heard nothing for a while. Hello. Did you hear me. ………………………… Miss Princess says you can leave. She will be in touch. Leave? After waiting this long? Just like that? I shook my head and walked towards the car even as I silently murmured my protest. Before I got to my car, I heard the gate open. I looked back and I saw a hefty looking man walk out of the gate. He was about 6 feet tall and very well built. He looked like one of the bouncers I spotted at YNot the previous Friday. He gestured at me to come. I cautiously approached him and noticing my caution, he looked at me and said, “Please come inside to wait for Miss Princess”. I walked past him, through the gate and began to marvel at what I saw. Lush green lawn with beautiful flowers everywhere. I looked up and noticed a small bungalow far off in the middle of the compound. I turned to ask…….. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!!!! My eyes fluttered open as I felt a sharp pain in my head. Arrggghh… Everywhere was dark and I heard voices around me. HEEEEELLLLLPPPPP. Shut her up *slap* It was at this point I realized Princess was beside me. I moved around and tried to make sense of where I was. We were in the backseat of a car, blindfolded. The voices around me kept talking… Go with Zino. Make it fast. I want you guys back here before Chief leaves. Ok. With that, I heard the sound of two doors slamming shut. The car started and then zoomed off.

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I dey follow

Ehya a-zed sorry

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Hope they're not ritualist

sitted!

A Zed U don enter one chance be that

ohhh,,, u've been kidnapped

You are good as gone

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[b] Episode 4 [/b] Azed! Azzzeeed! Wake up… Get up… Arrrggggggghhhhhhh….. The sharp pain in my head throbbed like a heart beating and it stirred me awake. Sight blurry, I noticed the person bent over me, yelling, worsening the pain. She seemed to be crying as she shook me. In my head, I was telling her to stop but my lips could not move. My eyes finally open and the yelling stopped. It was princess. It took a while before I could process where we were and how we got there. We have to get out of here… They may come back. Here? Where? I tried to lift my head and the pain was unbearable. I tried to look round and noticed I was lying on the floor in some sort of swamp. Swamp…. Zino…Princess… it was coming back to me… Ye…. (my head hurt like crazy) Sorry. Just try to get up so we can find a way out of here. She held out her hand to me and I grabbed it as I stood to my feet. I staggered a little and found my footing. I remembered the ride, the voices, the gun shots, Zino. But how did I….. Zino said I should apologize for the pain. Apologize? Lets just get out of here first please We hobbled through the dimly lit footpath which we hoped lead out of the swamp. I tripped and almost fell a few times but the more I walked the more the pain lessened. I noticed my phone was still in my pocket. My wonderful Nokia 1100 – with torchlight. I pulled it out and put on the torch. It seemed to make so much difference. After what seemed like forever, we made it to the road. It was a rough untared road in the middle of nowhere. We stopped then and wondered which direction to go Everywhere is so dark. Where do we go, what do we do….. (she sounded like she was about to cry) I moved close to her and tried not to shine my torch at her face. She still had on her very short dress, which was now torn in some places and had all sorts of leaves and thorns hanging from it. I reached out to hold her hand but she grabbed me into an embrace. She was now crying and I had to ignore the pain it brought to my head as I consoled her. It took almost another five minutes before she stopped crying. It was then she noticed how tightly she was clinging on to me and she eased off a little. Ha…. Ma sukun mo. Olorun ti gbo adura (Stop crying. God has answered your prayers) I turned around waving my phone frantically, wondering where the voice had come from. Princess clinged tightly to me again and I noticed an old man walking towards us. He was dressed liked a vigilante. He even had a dane gun with him. I was scared and happy at the same time. My ordeal with the OPC men from Badore was still fresh in my mind. Baba Ibidun nko? (where is Baba Ibidun) he said as he finally got close to us Baba Ibidun? (Princess and I looked at each other wondering what he was talking about) Se kin se odo Baba Ibidun le tin bo ni? (Aren’t you coming from Baba Ibiduns place) O ti Sir. A sonu ni sir. (No sir, we are lost) I couldn’t explain how we had gotten to find ourselves there to the old man but he seemed very uninterested. He was very convinced we had come to see a certain Baba Ibidun. When he told us we were somewhere in Epe town I was so relieved. It wasn’t so bad after all. I begged him to lead us to the nearest bus stop and he agreed. The walk to the bus stop was long and slow. We had to walk at the pace of the old man. Princess was still obviously scared and my head was still throbbing with pain. I was still puzzled about what happened but I decided to save my questions for later. We finally made it to the “bus stop” which looked more or less like a clearing by the highway. I checked the time on my phone – 2:30am. As I pondered how we were going to get out of there, a car sped past us and I was glad, more hope. I turned to look at the old man so I could at least thank him but he was gone. Just like that. Princess held on tightly to my hand as she also noticed. How are we going to get out of here? I’m sure we will find a taxi. Let us just wait somewhere in the corner. More cars sped past us then but my attempt at waving them down was futile We waited and waited and waved and waved. Nothing. There was a make shift bench somewhere around the clearing – looked like a roadside mechanics workbench. We made our way there and she eventually sat after initially refusing because she felt I needed it more. Waiting was probably a better option even though I had to keep looking around to make sure we were safe. Are you ok? (I asked as I noticed her evaluating the state of her dress) I’m fine. Can you please tell me what happened after we left Lekki. *pause* She took a deep breath….. I always work alone. This is what happens when you make compromises. Compromises? Chief had some other girls at his place. Juves. Probably shipped into town. I had never seen them around before. They looked hungry and desperate. I wanted to leave. Even started dialing your number but he pleaded and pleaded. I backed down. I compromised. And look where it landed me. Landed us. *pause* One of the girls must have stolen drugs from Chief’s room. Chief is generous. Very generous with everything except his drugs. Especially his coke. I’ve seen him do things ….. Coke? Yes… cocaine. I’ve seen him do things to people who get between him and his coke. But today was different. That was a lot of coke and they found it in my bag. I was too surprised to say anything. Chief was too furious to even hear me out. Before I knew what was going on, Mark and Zino had tied me up and they were taking me away when you came to the gate. Mark wasn’t comfortable with letting you go so they tricked you in and tied you too. (I felt the throbbing part of my head) They must have hit me with something really hard. It was a bat. A baseball bat. (she said as she looked at me apologetically). They drove us here and Mark’s instructions must have been for them to kill us and dump our bodies in the swamp. Yes I remember. Zino. Zino. Thank God you were here. Zino made the other guy wait in the car while he took us to the swamp. Kneeling on the floor, all I waited for was the sound of the gun. I was so scared. (She burst into tears again) Emezino Nwachukwu. I remembered him from secondary school but he had changed so much. All the muscles. Eme was one of those I considered special back then. He was an Efiko. Always reading but he had nothing to show for it. It was something that puzzled us all. How could someone read so much, answering and solving all the questions minutes before an exam and then end-up failing? It wasn’t until our final exams that I took serious interest in his case. I realized his problem was plain and simple – oversabi. Eme never read instructions. Answer two and he would answer all. Answer none and he would still answer all. I made sure I sat beside him during our mock exams just so I could guide him and the result was phenomenal. He passed all his exams. I didn’t think much of it but from the way he spoke about me to others, I knew he was more than grateful. How could I have possibly known that little deed would save my life years later. He hit you across the face. He said he had to do it just to slow us down a bit. Then he fired two shots into the bushes and warned us to get out of the swamp quickly and also not to come anywhere around Chief. He apologized and then left. It took me so long to recompose myself and then I finally woke you. Not to go anywhere near Chief? My car? I’m sorry but knowing Chief and his goons it’s probably gone by now. Ha. Gone ke. What will I tell Uncle Mufu. I’m sorry. We got a taxi a few minutes after 6am. The look in Princess’ eyes when I tried prizing the taxi was enough to know she didn’t care. I felt awkward sitting at the back seat of a taxi while someone else drove. I couldn’t shake the thought of losing my car. I didn’t even know where to start from, even if by some form of miracle Uncle Mufu doesn’t kill me, the hunger from not being able to earn a living would definitely do it. I was tired, bruised and then thoughts of my test came to mind. Oh my God. I exclaimed, as I remembered the test I was supposed to have. I was in no state to think. When we got to the Parkview Estate gate, Princess got down and asked us to wait for her. Minutes later, a young girl who I guess was a help came to the cab and handed me some money. Ten thousand. In a normal state I would have been excited to handle so much money again but with thoughts of Uncle Mufu chasing me around the taxi park in my head, it was impossible. It was 8:34. I knew Dare would soon call me to ask where I was so I turned off my phone. I just couldn’t deal with all of that. By the time I got to school, it was past 9 and I knew Dare would have gone for the test. I paid the taxi man and still had six thousand with me. I went into the room, cleaned up a bit, changed my shirt and went out before any of my roommates came in. I needed to go somewhere I could think. For some reason, the thought of going to the lagoon front came to my head. I had been there just once before and swore not to go back. As I was trying to makeup my mind I felt my phone in my pocket and for some reason, I decided to turn it back on and almost immediately after I did, a call came in. Unknown number. Hello Azed. Who is speaking please? Its Princess, are you busy? Oh Princess, are you ok, is everything ok? I’m fine. Can you come to Ikoyi Ikoyi? Are you sure you are ok. I’m ok. Just come to the Estate gate. When you get there, meet the security guards and tell them to direct you to Amazing Grace House. Amazing Grace House. Ok. I wondered what was going on. Why she wanted to see me. Maybe she had gone to report to the police and they wanted me to make a statement. I hoped so. Chief needed to be taught a lesson. I walked out of school, biked to Yaba, bus to Obalende and then biked to Parkview Gate. I was there in less than an hour. I met the guards at the gate and they directed me to Amazing Grace House. As I approached the building, I realized it was some sort of hotel or guesthouse, or so I thought. It was huge and beautiful even from the outside. I walked to the gatehouse and told the guard there I wanted to see Princess. I waited a few minutes while the guard made a phone call. He then ushered me in and asked me to sit just beside the gatehouse. I continued to marvel at the beauty of the hotel or house or whatever it was. There were several cars parked in the compound. Two Range Rovers, a Mercedes S Class, Toyota Prado, and one car I couldn’t identify and a Toyota Corolla, like the Fashola taxis. That’s what they called them at the park. The Fashola taxis that had come to steal all our customers. Azed. Princess cut into my thoughts as she called my name. She had cleaned herself up. And was looking beautiful as always. Good morning. I hope every…. Good morning. Daddy, this is the person I told you about…. I wondered who she was talking to but as she turned to look up, I noticed a man standing at the terrace overlooking the compound. He was an elderly man. Maybe in his 60s, a little bit of gray hair, dressed in white caftan with huge red beads dangling from his neck and his wrist. I heard Princess whisper ‘greet him’ and I responded… Good morning sir. (I prostrated) How are you young man? I’m fine sir. So, Princess told me you are going to be her driver. (I turned to look at Princess, still puzzled) How old are you. I’m 24 Sir. That’s good good. Princess is my princess so please drive her like the princess she is. I will find time to talk to you later. Thank you daddy (Princess said with a broad smile on her face as we both watched the man turn away and walked into the house) Before I could ask questions, Princess turned to me, threw a key to me and said. That’s the key to the Corolla. Warm it up and get it ready. I’ll be out soon. With that she ran into the house and left me with the key to the Fashola taxi Corolla in my hands. Me? Corolla? Yekpa.

na enjoyment you dey oo

You don miss your test

God don butter your bread

Now, you failed to pick up the young banker banker 6am

What will you tell Uncle Mufu?

Well, hopefully, the impromptu test will be postponed. But now that you are a personal Driver, will you cope with studies?

Continue

flex am.. wella

Change of level is constant! ride on.

You have forgotten your test

[b] Episode 5 [/b] ***************** I walked and walked for a long time, my mind was blank. It was as if I had just woken up from some long sleep. As I walked, thoughts of recent events started coming back to me. I was so confused. More scared than confused but even in my confusion, I knew I had done the right thing with Princess. It was an irresistible offer; one I could have never imagined but I had bigger problems. No matter how fantastic Princess’ offer sounded, it still did not wipe out the thought of facing Uncle Mufu from my mind. What will I say, where will I begin… I’m probably one of the worst liars alive so every time I tried to come up with a lie… there’s just no point… Beep Beep Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The blaring sound of the car horn brought me back to reality and it was then I noticed I was almost at Osbourne. My God! I had walked all the way from Princess’ estate and didn’t realize it. Ring Ring Ring!!!!!!!!! All of a sudden there seemed to be so much noise around me. Traffic was building up, my phone was ringing and I just felt like evaporating. I checked my phone. It was Dare, probably wanted to find out where I was and why I didn’t show up for the test. I ignored but he kept calling and it got me wondering if something else was wrong. I eventually answered the call. Hello Dare. Azeez, bawo lo se miss test. Ibo lo gba lo? (Why did you miss the test, where did you go?) Classic Dare, he just had to nag. I wasn’t even remotely in the mood. It’s a long story Dare. How many marks was it or was the test so easy? Wait, forget that one. Uncle Mufu just called me. He said he has been trying to reach you. He said it had to do with your mother. Call him quickly please. Mama? What is the matter? What did he say…did… Won o so anything. Sha call won ki … (he didn’t say anything, just call him…….) …………………….. I cut the phone before he could even say bye but before I dialed Uncle Mufu’s number, my phone rang again and it was the devil himself. I picked up immediately and even though the thoughts of the car immediately filled my mind, I was still more bothered about Mama. What if he asks me to come around? What if… I thought to myself… You think you can just off your phone anyhow? He spoke in English – that’s never good. All you children of now. How do you want plenty customer when your phone is off. I was in… Ibo?…Where?…Iro wo lo fe pa (What lie do you want to tell?)…. Anyway, Iyabo is in the hospital. Ha. Maami. Kilode? Keep calm. What happened aga— I say keep calm. Is not a big something. She is ok. I just want to tell you to phone her so she can hear your voice. Sho ti gbo (Have you heard me) Yes sir. Ma call won. Ese gan sir…. (I will call her, thank you sir)… I cut the phone and stood on the road more confused than I was before I spoke to him. The doctors had found a tumour in Mama’s head a few years back. My father was still alive then. Even though they had been separated for long, he came to her rescue and funded the surgery that saved her life. She barely made it and members of my dad’s family still say that it was the fear of losing my mother (the only woman he ever truly loved) that killed him – I say that is rubbish. If he loved her, why did he leave her for another women – other women? For some reason I felt angry… I didn’t know what about but this wasn’t time for anger. I needed to make a decision and I needed to make one fast… OKADA!!!! Obalende. In 15minutes I was on a bus heading to Ibadan. I love my mother too much. She’s all I have and I also needed time to think. I had no car meaning I had no job and no means of survival once all the money on me was gone. Even if by some miracle, Uncle Mufu decides to forgive me and let the car go, will he be able to trust me enough to give me another one? Questions. Decisions. I might be brilliant but this is something I shy away from. God please let Mama be okay like Uncle Mufu said. The bus was taking so long to fill up. People kept getting on and off. The sun was harsh but still, the many activities that made the park what it is, continued. Hawkers, Agberos (Touts), policemen, Lastma men, bus conductors, drivers – I paid little or no attention to all of these, I just wished I could sleep and wakeup somewhere peaceful and sane. The bus eventually took off an hour after I got there – 11:15am. If all went well, I could be back in Lagos today. Most of the passengers in the bus were market women who must have come to stock-up on goods for the holiday season. It was the first week in December already and I hadn’t event noticed. It seemed like so much had been happening lately. I drowned myself in my thoughts and they weighed down heavily on me, I fell sleep, something I had probably only done just one other time in my adult life while travelling. I woke up just as we went past the old Ibadan. It was 12:28, not bad. I got off at Challenge bus stop and took a bus heading to Dugbe. As the bus moved, I looked out the window and realized I hadn’t missed Ibadan. It seemed to get rougher every time I visit. I got off at the bus stop and walked to the hospital. Mount Cenai Hospital. The Nurse at the reception recognized me and welcomed me with a smile. Good. I asked to see Mama and she told me I had to see the doctor first. Is everything ok. Yes Sir, Mama is fine, she’s just sleeping right now and Doctor said you should see him whenever you come. Ok. My discussion with the doctor was short and painful. He went straight to the point. Mama had another tumour and she needed another surgery – fast. The tumour was causing her to slip into short spans of amnesia and break out in all sorts of spasms. It was painful to hear but the doctor told me I had time. If we were lucky, 3 months. He took me to see her then. She was on the bed – pale and aged. The doctor told me Uncle Mufu sent in some money but they would soon need more. I gave him all I could from what I had on me and promised to send some more. I stayed with her for a while but seeing her that way only made me want to cry. I thanked the doctor again and I left. The trip back to the bus park at Challenge was a blur. Seeing Mama in that condition made me realize only one thing, I needed to find a way to get the money she needed to have her surgery. With my car gone and no other likely means of getting money, it didn’t look very promising but I made-up my mind to save Mamas life and I would do whatever I had to, even if it meant putting school on hold for a while. My bus left the park just before 4pm and I just couldn’t wait to get back to Lagos so I could put my plans into action. Halfway into the journey, I left my thoughts and I noticed everyone in the bus had slept off; everyone except the lady who sat beside me. I turned slightly to further examine her and it was then I noticed she was quite young. 20/22 maybe? She was deeply engrossed in the photocopied document she was reading. I later noticed it was a lecture note, something on lung diseases in children. I tried to get a closer look to see if I could spot the name of the school but just then she turned to look at in my direction and our eyes met briefly. I looked away and then she reached into her bag and to my surprised produced a copy of Complete Sports. I took more interest in her. Its hard enough finding a girl who cares about football and sports not to talk of one who follows it enough to buy Complete Sports. I was impressed and if she was a guy, I could have easily just asked for the middle fold so I could read to get my mind off Mama but I just peeped instead. She must have noticed me trying to read over her shoulder as she suddenly took out the centerfold and handed it to me. Surprised and a little embarrassed, I took it and said thanks. I breezed through the pages and when I handed it back to her, she asked if I wanted the other fold. Let me guess, Arsenal fan? She smiled. Why would you say that? I can’t imagine a ManU fan or even a Chelsea fan being this nice. She laughed. Well, yes. I’m an Arsenal fan. Wait, fan or supporter. There is a difference? Offcourse. I was about to go into a speech I had given over and over again about how being a fan of a football club was deeper than been an ordinary supporter when I felt the bus swerve to one side. I looked up and pretty much all the other passengers were still asleep and as the bus swerved again. I took a look at the bus driver and noticed he was struggling to steady the vehicle. Immediately, I knew there was something wrong with the brakes. The firm grip on my right arm reminded me of the girl seating beside me… What is wrong…wha…what is going on… DRIV….(she was about to yell) SHHHHHHH!!!! I held her back…. Don’t scream. Don’t wake up everyone… But what’s going … It’s the brakes, I think they’ve failed…grab on to the seat… Blood of Jesus (I murmured) Driver…. (I was going to try to talk to the driver as calmly as I could but before I could get a word out…) GBAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The front left corner of the bus rammed into the backside of a Toyota Prado jeep just as the driver tried to swerve into the bushes off the road. What followed was pandemonium. Passengers woke up and some had suffered minor injuries as a result of the positions they had been in before the impact. The women in the bus started yelling at the driver who had only realized just how much trouble he had gotten into when a fully dressed military officer came down from the prado. I pleaded with the passengers who seemed to be taking forever to get off the bus to move faster even as I realized the cold hands of the girl beside me were still firmly holding on to me. We finally made it out of the bus and even as the passengers yelled and cursed the driver, he seemed to pay little or no attention to them. The Military man was making all sorts of threats and it was all chaos. I couldn’t deal with it. I needed to get out of there. I began to walk forward and the girl who had been holding on to my hand followed. Where are you going? I don’t know but somewhere far away from this madness We had only walked for a few minutes when a car pulled up beside us. The driver asked if we wanted a lift. I looked into the old, beat up Mercedes 230 and seeing it was an elderly man driving with a teenage boy seated on the passengers seat beside him, I thought to myself, it seems ok. I turned to the girl and beckoned to her to get in but she stood behind me and asked me to go in first. The rest of the journey to Lagos was long and awkward. I don’t recall anyone in the car saying a word. The car was old and not in very good working condition and I just kept praying in my head for it to see us safely to Lagos. The few times I turned to look at the girl who sat beside me, I noticed she was scared stiff. She sat up straight and watched the old man closely as he drove. I noticed how pretty she was. Very pretty actually but I was too pre-occupied thinking about getting to Lagos. We got to Berger bus stop in Lagos a few minutes before 6pm and I could feel the relief in the air as we both got out of the car and thanked the old man. The car drove off and I turned to look at my co-passenger: So, which way are you heading? Ogba. Erm… I didn’t even get your name … (she smiled then, and revealed beautiful pearly white dentition like no other) Fadeke. My name is A…Ze….. I mean, Azeez. Azeez? A muslim that prays in the name of Jesus? Now that’s a long story. I’d have to get your number so I can tell you later. She smiled then again, this time I could see in her smile that she was more relieved. Thank you. No.. small thing for a fellow Arsenal…… fan? Yes. Fan. She then took out a piece of paper from her bag, scribbled on it and handed it to me. My number. I was so relieved I didn’t have to bring out my trusty 1100. That would have been… interesting. Ok then. Take care of yourself. Bye. I snapped back to reality. The distraction of the journey was nice. Now I had to face my problems. First stop was Uncle Mufu. I figured I should just tell him and get it over and done with. I took a bus to Yaba and hopped on a bike heading to Unilag first gate. The bike man went through the one-way route past Abule Oja and just as we made it past the junction, I noticed a little traffic building up ahead. I looked up and realized it was caused by an accident. A danfo and a Toyota ….. A Toyota Corolla… That’s when I saw her. She just stood there looking confused, helpless, almost in tears. I asked the bike man to stop. Literally jumped off and went towards her. Princess, what happened? Oh, A-Zed. I….I… must have…. Danfo Driver: Madam, na so so grammar you don dey blow since… do quick shake body. That full light wey commot for there na fifteen thousand.. panel beater go collect ….. Me: Ahn ahn.. oga.. kilode… a ko ye je jo.. se orun le ti ra Faragon yin ni (what’s that… did you buy your bus from heaven?) My comments enraged the bus conductor who had been arguing with the passengers in the bus. The passengers had been begging the driver to forgive Princess and get them moving again but he paid no attention to them and they turned on the conductor. Hearing what I said to his driver, the conductor ran towards us and yelled……. Ahhhhhhhh…….. abi o fe kin ya were sibi yi.. (Ah.. do you want me to go mad here) Ahhhhh… talo ma ba mi mu agbon kin fo mo ori mi….. (who will get me a coconut let me hit it on my head) He then hit his head on the body of the bus repeatedly… Princess swiftly hid herself behind me even as the driver moved to calm down the conductor. I asked Princess how much she had on her… she said about ten thousand in cash but she could go to the ATM. I asked her to give me six thousand. I took the money and pulled the driver aside. I squeezed the money in his hands and told him that was all she had. He counted it and from the smile on his face, I knew he was more than satisfied. Ni to ri yin ni o egbon… Malouda, je ka lo… (It’s just because of you oh… Malouda, lets go) With that, they got in to the danfo and drove away. Princess handed me the keys to the car and I couldn’t even bring myself to argue. She looked like she was about to cry. Where are you going? School. School? Yes, Unilag. Unilag? Yes, that’s my school. Oh, I’m errr…, I didn’t know. As I drove past the park, I noticed it was past seven. Uncle Mufu would have probably left. I drove into school and asked Princess which hostel we were heading to. She told me to drive towards High Rise. Well, I wasn’t surprised. Anything less would have surprised me. She directed me to her building. I parked and we both got out. I walked towards her and handed her the key. How will you get to the gate. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. A-Zed. This is the second time you’ve come to my rescue, I’m beyond grateful. It’s ok… No it’s not. Let me try to help out. I hardly use my car. I just need to get out of school once in a while. You can have it. Do your rounds and make some money. (I took a deep breath) Princess, that cab wasn’t mine. I still have a lot of explaining to do to my uncle – he owns the cab. Then start with this. Just take the keys and think about it tonight. I don’t need to go anywhere till tomorrow. But you don’t even know me. (She smiled)… Do you know me? That’s life A-Zed….. see you tomorrow morning. She walked into the building and I just stood there. I then went and looked at the damage done to the car – it wasn’t so bad. Scratches really. I didn’t know where to go, what to do with the car. What if I park it somewhere and it gets vandalized. What if…. as I contemplated my next line of action, my phone rang. Hello A-Zed. Yes, Kassy. Please I need you to come and pick me now now now…. this is very urgent Erm… but… I’m at home … in Badore.. I’m waiting… She hung up without listening to my explanation. Part of me just wanted to park the car and go to my room but another part thought of the extra money I could make. Mama was still on my mind. I jumped into the car and drove out of school. Driving to Badore was no longer daunting. I had mastered the route expertly. A little over 10pm, I was outside Kassy’s house. She came out almost immediately. She had t-shirt and jeans – that was quite unusual. It was none of my business really. I just wanted to drop her off and go back to school. A-Zed A-Zed…. ahn ahn.. see as this car come fit you… she said as she brushed my cheeks with her fingers… I started the car and asked: Where are we going? Epe. Epe? Yes. Epe Town. I’m going to see Baba Ibidun. Baba Ibidun? Oh, so you’re going to act like you don’t know…. I don’t know any Baba Ibidun. Ok, ok…just drive… I headed back to the expressway and drove towards Epe. The road was absolutely free and I was tempted to see what the car could do but I resisted. I drove at a steady pace and got directions from Kassy. As we got closer to our destination, I noticed how familiar the area was.. then it hit me – this was where Princess and I had met that vigilante man. Could that be who Kassy was referring to as Baba Ibidun? But the man also asked us about Baba Ibidun that day… Stop here. Kassy asked me to park somewhere along the untarred road. Wait for me here.. I’ll be back soon Here? Yes. Nothing will happen to you and I wont be long. She hurried out of the car and vanished into some bushes. I wondered then just how Kassy managed to get me to agree to some of these things. It was late in the night and I was in the middle of nowhere waiting for someone I had no idea where she went and when she was going to get back. Incredible. True to her word, in just about 30 minutes, Kassy appeared from the bushes clutching tightly unto her bag. She got into the car and asked me to drive back home. For a while I noticed she had an irritated look on her face. Perhaps she was disappointed she couldn’t locate Baba Ibidun. But I noticed her mood change later on. She was back to her smiley, chirpy self. A-Zed, A-Zed….. fine boy…. she said as she ran her fingers through my head. I made a mental note to talk to her about that. I needed to concentrate on getting her back home and returning to school. It was past 1am and there was no other car in sight. I gave into temptation and increased my speed. It took less an hour for me to get to the Badore junction. As I made the turn, I noticed Kassy reaching for her bag. Her hands vanished into it for a while and then she closed the bag, rubbed her palms together and then on her face. I wondered what sort of lotion she needed at almost 2am. Except…. maybe we still had another destination. But I guess I was wrong. We got to her gate and instead of asking me to wait she asked me to please come in to get my money as she was the only one home and didn’t want to walk all the way out again. I hesitated but I thought to myself, what could possibly go wrong? I parked the car properly and went in with Kassy. The compound was quite big. There was only a little bungalow built at the end of the compound. We made our way to the door and as she unlocked the metal door she asked me to come in. I stepped in and I noticed she had a broad smile on her face. We got into the living room area and Kassy almost immediately sat on the couch while I stood. I’m so tired A-Zed…… Oh, your money. You know what, please go into that room, through that door on the right and wait for me there, I’ll come give it to you.

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Hian I fear for you Azed Nice updates tho

You're getting into a trap

What is she trying to do

ur test fa ?

Kassy is up to something fishy.... And I'm surprised that you are still dancing to her tund maybe the lotion she rubbed is working on you

@itzprince dat reg. small oo anyway wat a story u got here

Women with their temptation

what is she planning?

dz human lizard go shake the head n heed 2 her instructns swiftly wthout thnkng twice!

Hope it not a trap

I don't trust this girl

When will you learn Azeez? She wants to test her charms on u.

what was her plan.

It has been a trouble drive 4 A-zed in his making money taxi. Loosing that taxi to that heartless chief has doubled his trouble.

His uncle doesn't look like someone who will take it easy with him after the discovery of the lost taxi. He may forgive a-zed or not.

His mom is sick, he has few options to succeed and settle the doctor too. Meeting fadeke on his way was another sweet jolly ride.

Princess have a big dad, she doesn't need that old fool that treated them like shit and the lost taxi. All that is in the past now, she has to make amend. Starting with a-zed, giving him the freedom of the car.

Kassy really want a-zed to bleep her anyhow somehow someday. This may be that day of their sexting. A-zed has been following her orders somehow anyhow.

I dey fear for you o A-zed

hmm.. lemme wait sha...

hmmmmmm,,, u are not even scared at all,,,,

[b] Episode 6 [/b] A to the Zee…… fine boy…. She said as she rubbed her hands against my thighs…. She slightly raised her back, which she had rested on me as she reached for some grapes from the bowl placed beside the bed. She had on nothing but her very transparent nightdress. After picking a handful of grapes, she turned around and knelt in-between my legs. My head was directly facing her breasts; her firm nipples staring back at me even as she fed me a grape and then another. Then she slid one in her mouth and slid it in and out. I saw a smile grow on her face even as she bit slightly into the grape and then closed in on my lips as if to kiss me. Ye…… I woke up. I looked around me and it took a few seconds before I could process where I was. I was wearing nothing but my boxers and I was on a bed – Kassy’s bed. I turned to my left and saw her then, wearing a transparent nightdress sleeping. I carefully eased myself out of the bed and as I slipped out, I saw my car keys, phone and wallet on the bedside table. I saw my clothes well spread out on the chair for the dresser. I picked up my things, tiptoed to the chair, grabbed my clothes and quietly left the room. I stepped out and began to wear my jeans. Just then, two girls walked in from another room. I recognized one of them – Debby. She seemed to startle as she saw me. She quickly turned around and went back into the room they had come out of. The other girl stopped to look at me and then continued past me into the living room. I noticed then, just how bright it was outside and I hurriedly wore my jeans and while still wearing my shirt, I walked out of the house mumbling a quick “good morning” to the girl who was then sitting on one of the living room sofas as I got out of the flat. I wore my shirt before I got into the car. I started the engine and checked the time. 6:30am. I made to put my wallet in the back pocket of my jeans and for some reason I decided to check it. The money I had in it was intact but I noticed some extra notes. I pulled them out and counted – 5 pieces of $20 ……$100. I tried not to think much seeing that I was somewhat late. I shoved the wallet into my pocket and drove off. I made it to my room just before 9am. I walked in and met some of my many roommates. My room was one of the few rooms that still operated like the Unilag of pre-2000 we often-heard stories about. Four bed spaces but I had eleven roommates. Squatters, floaters, hangers whatever you want to call “us”. Yes, Dare was actually squatting me. He was sprawled out on a mattress somewhere on the floor. I was sure he had only just got into the room from the library. I said my greeting to the other roommates, I grabbed a bucket and went to take my bath. In another 30 minutes, I was parked outside Princess’ building. I brought out my phone to call her and as I tried running through my contact list, I saw Fadeke’s number. I made a mental note to call her later. As I was about pressing the call button, my phone rang. It was Princess. Good Morning. I’m outside… I know… I can see you… Impulsively, I turned around and looked up to see if I could see her. She was standing on one of the balconies high up in the building… Do you have a suit? Erm… like a full suit or a jacket? Never mind. I’m coming down. Some minutes later, she was in the car. She sat at the passenger’s side beside me – like she always did. I started the car and asked where we were off to. Faculty of Law. As I approached the faculty car park, she reached into her bag and produced a card. She asked me to stop even before we got to the park. She handed me the card and made to leave the car. It’s going to be a busy night, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before now. Go to the address written on that card and ask for James, he’ll attend to you and then meet me back at High Rise by 4pm. Ok. I watched as she walked away in her black skirt and white shirt. She looked so professional and yet graceful. I took another look at the card she gave me; on one side it had a logo – an “A” with angel wings and the word “Angeli” written beneath it. On the other side was a name, address and phone number. Awolowo Road, Ikoyi, not so far. I didn’t have any lecture that morning so I decided to quickly make the trip. As I got outside the gate, the thought of Uncle Mufu came to my mind and I knew I couldn’t go straight. I couldn’t run forever but it wasn’t the time. I turned right and decided to go the long way around through Fola Agoro to burst out at Abule Oja. There was a beat up cab moving very slowly in front of me, I recognized it immediately. It was Emeka, one of the drivers from the park – lousy was an understatement when defining Emeka. I cut out from behind him and overtook him. I soon got to Ikoyi, the address turned out to be a boutique – a male boutique. I wondered for a second what I was picking up but then again, it wasn’t any of my business. I got in and asked for James, he was a young man, well spoken and very happy to see me. Before I could ask what I came to pick up, he zipped to the display rack and pulled down a blazer… Here you go – try this on (He handed me the blazer) Me? Err… yes. It should fit perfectly. I put on the blazer and even before I looked in the mirror, I could tell it looked good on me. James adjusted the collar and fit the blazer properly. Do you like it? Erm..well (I laughed)… Yes, I’m sure you do. Ok, let me pack it for you. For me? I’m sorry but I don’t understand, Princess asked me to come and pick up something for her. And that something is what I’m packing up. I stood there looking bewildered but that wasn’t the end. Before I left the store, James brought me a perfectly fitting shirt, chinos trousers (he kept referring to them as slacks) and a wonderful pair of shoes. He handed it all to me and told me to tell Princess he’d expect her call. I left the store still trying to figure out what had happened but knowing Princess, I thought maybe she used me to fit the things for someone with a similar stature. I got back to school and not wanting to be seen with the car, I parked it at High Rise. I went back to my room, Dare had left, probably gone to the library again. I went through some of my notes and did some reading before I went for my only class of the day. 1:30pm – 3:30pm. I made sure I left before the end of the class, I couldn’t risk running into anyone that could waste my time. I took the shortcut through Hellfire and headed towards the Faculty of Science but just then I got a text message. It was Princess. Please change into the clothes you got from James before coming to get me. Thanks. I stopped in my tracks as I read the message again. I shrugged and walked even faster. I made it to the car and I drove into a corner where I found a way to change. I looked at myself in the side mirror when I was done and I knew I looked good. I spent some more minutes admiring myself and I eventually snapped out of my moment and drove back to Princess’ house. I called her to inform her I was around and she said she would come down soon. 15 minutes later and she wasn’t out, that was unlike Princess but I found out why moments later. Princess walked out of the front door flanked by two other girls. Kassy was on one side and the girl I saw earlier in the day at Kassy’s house was on the other side. All of them had on short black dresses in different designs. They all looked attractive and appealing. Princess and Kassy got into the back seat while the other girl sat in front with me. From the rearview mirror I noticed a smirk on Kassy’s face even as she complimented my blazer. I expected her to say more but surprisingly, she didn’t. The smirk on her face, however lingered much longer than usual. I started the car and began to drive out. Before I could ask where we were heading, Princess told me we were going to Abeokuta. She asked if I knew my way there. Traveling between Lagos and Ibadan, I often had to go through Abeokuta – especially when the churches had one event or the other. For a moment, I wondered where we were heading in Abeokuta and why we had to leave so late but as always, I reminded myself that my job was just to drive and that was what I did. The journey was smooth, driving a new car makes driving enjoyable. The girls hardly spoke through the journey. They were all busy typing away on their ‘blackberry’ phones. Once we got to Abeokuta, Princess asked Tomi (the girl who sat in front with me) to give me directions to the destination. It all felt like dejavu. Like I had been in that exact situation before. What was different? I had Kassy and another girl with me this time. We made it to our destination just as it began to get dark. It was a guesthouse that looked more like a hotel to me. It was hidden somewhere far away on a lonely street like some sort of treasure. From the moment I drove in, I could imagine the kind of clientele the guesthouse had. Perfectly done landscape complete with fountains and lights. I had only read about things like these in novels. I drove to the entrance and parked for the girls to get out. Someone already stood beside my door to escort the girls. A-Zed please come with us. With you? Yes please. I sat in the car still trying to process what I had just heard. It was when the man by my door opened it and ushered me out I realized it was really happening. I got out of the car and handed the key to the man. Kassy and Tomi were already ahead at the reception, Princess had waited for me to catch up. I walked up to her and she whispered to me… It’s just a party…. try to relax and have fun… I just want you here, close by… that’s all… Ok Princess… I said ok, like I almost always did to Princess. By the time Princess and I got to the reception, a guide was already waiting to lead us in. He walked ahead and we all followed behind. As we walked, Tomi whispered to Kassy… Mama Kas… see this place… na my luck shine wey Debby Papa call am oh. Na so her Papa go dey summon her from now on in Jesus name – amen. They both giggled and almost immediately went back to looking serious. The guide ushered us to the poolside. As we walked in, I noticed the party had already started. The poolside was beautiful and the lighting effects were exceptional. I noticed three girls in the pool, it wasn’t until I looked closer that I realized two of the girls were completely nude. Yes, nude. The third had a bikini on but it was transparent. There was music playing in the background and I heard voices laughing and talking on different tables around the pool. The poolside area wasn’t well lit so I couldn’t make out faces but I didn’t need anyone to tell me just how exclusive the party was, all together; there were probably just thirty of us, five of which were bodyguards. There were about twenty girls spread out among the tables. When we got to a certain point, the guide asked me to go with him to a particular table and Princess nodded in agreement. The girls walked on and they all sat on different tables. I was lead to a table where three other men were seated. There were all sorts of drinks on the table. From alcoholic to non-alcoholic, juice, wine, champagne, those whose names I could pronounce and those I couldn’t. The guide pulled back a seat for me and asked what I would like to eat and drink. I told him I was fine. He walked away then and one of the men at the table began to laugh. Your first time abi? (He said, looking at me) I answered ‘yes’ in a very unsure tone. I looked round my table and realized the other men were in a world of their own. One of them had a cigar on one hand and a glass in the other. The other was busy examining the powder-like content of a little transparent bag. It’s always like that on your first visit. It’s a world you might have heard of but never really believe existed. A world? What is this place? He burst out laughing…. Don’t worry, in time you will understand. They call me Senior. He stretched his hands towards me. I shook him and introduced myself as A-Zed. He didn’t ask about the name. That’s Balogun and Usman (he said as he pointed at the other two men) It might be a long night so if you haven’t eaten, I’d advice you to get something to eat. You can have anything and I mean aaaaanything. He stretched the word and then gestured to the waiter who seemed to have positioned himself close to us permanently. The waiter hurried towards us and Senior asked him to bring us two bowls of fish peppersoup. I looked around again just then and I wondered where I really was. I occasionally heard loud raised voices laughing or making one remark or the other about political issues. Our fish pepper soup arrived and the moment I took in a whiff of it, my stomach reminded me that I was hungry. I examined the peppersoup and discovered that the fish in it was larger than usual. I didn’t know where to begin but watching Senior, I soon began to eat and it was the most delicious peppersoup I had ever had in my entire life. I reached for a pack of juice on the table and one of the other men, Usman, chuckled out loud. You don’t drink Erm..well, I’m working tonight All three men burst into laughter and then Senior spoke: It’s part of the job Azed. Here, try this he said as he handed me a glass of something. I hesitated a bit but then I took the glass from him. I was in a place I didn’t know, I needed as many friends as possible. At that point I noticed some activity. It seemed some guests were ready to move their party elsewhere. I watched as Princess, Kassy, Tomi and few other girls walked away with four men. All of them were dressed in white traditional attires and I could have sworn that one of them looked like the governor of the state and another, like the man widely tipped to take over from him in the coming elections. Maybe it was the alcohol. I decided to take more of the peppersoup and less of the alcohol that I couldn’t even identify. As time passed, more guests left the poolside and went into the main building. At some point, Usman took off his shirt and trouser and jumped into the pool where he played around with the girls. Senior tried to engage me in conversation but all he did was go on and on about himself. I reckoned he was drunk as well. Time seemed to have flown by. I realized it was just past midnight and as I stood to stretch a bit, it happened. A gun shot… Then another. **********************

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Gbam. O ti clear

What will you do now?. Who is at work? The security no tight?

Oya Appease the gods with another Episode for the late update.

Hahahahaha @hormortiyor the gods should understand o

Issokay

This Azeed sef na mumu Anywhere they carry him to, he'd follow He would soon become something else

More strength bro ee hard o

na money go kill you one day.

you Hav taken up anoda job with this your driving job ooo A-Zed

I hope the shot wasn't fired at you

Having fun around the pool with hot babes inside the pool makes a surprise feast 4 a-zed in this fun and his first time hot fun.

The whole place was filled with fun, drinks and food everywhere. What makes the fun very hot is having those sexy babes around.

Having naked girls showing their hot boobies and booties is a signal that there will be sex in this pool fun. Vip men are there already.

The gun shots means a lot in this moment of enjoyment. Something must have went wrong in the hot fun. They should try not to shoot any naked/sexy girl or a -zed. It's risky 4 them to be there at first.

Kassy has succeeded with the sexting things with a-zed. She really need the bleeping and she got it and took care of him. These hot babes really loves this a-zed guy. Princess is also there with her sexy request 4 him.

[b] Episode 7 [/b] My reaction to the gunshots was instant… I stood up almost immediately and tried to figure out which direction the sounds came from. As I looked around I noticed just how calm every other person was. It felt surreal, almost like some sort of joke was going on and I was the only one who wasn’t in on it. The music didn’t stop; the girls were still in the pool with Usman who was now almost completely naked. I made to leave the table but Senior grabbed my hand. Where are you going? What kind of question is that? Didn’t you hear those gunshots? And so? And so? What if someone is hurt? Still holding my hand he burst into wild laughter and even Balogun who seemed to be totally knocked out joined in. A-Zed, wa, come, sit down (he said as he gently pulled me towards my seat. Reluctantly, I sat down) It’s your first night here so I understand… maybe I should start by asking how many girls you have here? Three Oh, you brought Princess and her girls. Yes. A-zed, A-zed (he laughed)…This is my seventh year in this business and the first rule here is very much like one the bankers call “know your customer”…. Did you look around you when you walked in? Or maybe that isn’t the question. Are you even conversant with happenings in the upper chambers of our country? I sat there speechless wondering how any of this had anything to do with the fact that someone could be dying from gunshot wounds somewhere around us… He then moved his seat closer to mine and more or less whispered to me… We hear and read about meetings, party primaries and conventions. Do you really think decisions are made during those things? Our leaders are old and very rich – therefore they are allergic to boredom. Those things are dead boring but here, here… just look around you… isn’t this a perfect atmosphere for making decisions? Whether they are the right or wrong decisions; well, that’s none of our business. Before I could comment, he burst out into another episode of wild laughter. He then let go of my hand and said… Any gunshot you hear here is not an accident. Think of it as a decision. It’s been made. And what if this … decision affects me…. or one of the … my girls? Well then you count your losses and move on just like any other business man. Losses… the realization of his statement hit me and I thought to myself – what am I doing here. What am I doing in this place where people – human beings are seen as mere products… Here, take this. (Senior said as he handed me a glass of drink) Still stunned, I took the glass from him as my mind spiraled deeper and deeper into thoughts. Was this what I had to endure so I could see mama through her surgery? Was there a better way? I seem to be dragging myself deeper and deeper into this life I couldn’t explain – this life I wasn’t sure I wanted to be a part of. I downed the drink. It was harsh. Something very strong and it provided the right amount of distraction I needed from my thoughts. I felt a wet hand on my shoulder and I turned around to see Usman behind me. He was being held by two of the ladies that had been in the pool. They were both completely naked but had towels hanging from their necks. Fine Yaro… we’re going in… you should come in and join us. You sound like you need to relax. I tried to smile even as I replied… No thanks, I’m fine. Kai… so you don’t want a taste of our deeeeelicious specimens (he said as he looked enticingly at one of the girls and then at his lower body) Senior: It’s his first night. He will come around… go and enjoy yourself Usman. They turned and began to walk away but shortly after that, Balogun stumbled off his chair and called after them to wait for him even as he half walked and took off his clothes. My focus shifted back to the table and I noticed Senior staring at me. I brought out my phone and began to scroll through my contact list as a way of avoiding his prying eyes. I’m here with five girls tonight. Two of them, I’ve known for five years and I must say that they’ve made me who am I today. I looked up briefly and then continued scrolling through my phone. I got to Fadeke and I remembered how I had made a mental note to call her but I didn’t. It was almost 1am, definitely too late to call. Are you gay? Seniors question caught me off guard so much that my phone fell from my hands. What? (He laughed… ) I said, are you gay? Are you into men or do you swing both ways? Why so surprised. Am I the first person ever to ask you that question? I regained composure after a while and I replied him No, I’m not gay, neither do I swing both ways. Hey, innocent question. I just wanted to know if you’d be interested in making some err… extra money on the side. Extra money? How much more naïve can you be? Have you looked in the mirror lately? You’re a young good-looking boy with aspirations and a conscience too, you’d make a perfect addition to my team and I can source you some of the best clients around. Clients that can leave ones entire generation transformed just after one encounter. Hello… Hello… I sat there clutching my phone tightly even as I tried to digest what I had just heard… Hello…Hello… The distant voice quickly brought me back to the moment. I looked at my phone and realized I had mistakenly called Fadeke. I put the phone to my ear but didn’t know what to say. I cut the call and hoped she wouldn’t call back. A few seconds passed and as I looked up at Senior trying to put together a response to his offer or whatever it was, my phone rang again. It was Fadeke. I let it ring; at first I didn’t want to pick up but I thought about it and did just before the call cut off. We might be trophy-less but I don’t think we’re so broke that our supporters now flash each other. That was one opening line that was so hard to recover from. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to call you like that. My phone sort of fell and mistakenly dialed your……. I paused even as I realized my explanation wasn’t helping. Ok, please let me call you back. I didn’t wait for her response, I cut the call and was about dialing her number when Senior tapped me and said: The room beside the reception; there’s a phone you can use there. For as long as you want. He added the other part of the statement as if he knew who I had just spoken with and what we discussed. I thanked him and walked towards the reception. I noticed the other guests at the party as I walked towards the reception. Some had passed out on their seats while others were heatedly wrapped up in corners kissing or doing things I had never seen before. I ignored all of it as hard as it was. I finally made it to the reception and I was given the phone. Oblivious of what to say, I dialed Fadeke’s number and she picked up after the second ring. I really didn’t flash you. My phone was just err… thinking a step ahead of me… Hmm… True. And this is the part where I’m supposed to oooohhhh and awwwwhhhh? Erm… ok, I’m sure I deserved that – someway, somehow… (she laughed).. So, do you always stay up this late or you’re going to tell me you stayed up cause you were thinking of calling me? I’m not going to hear the last of that am I? Well…. I could easily ask you the same question you know… And my reply would be that I’m awake studying. Cause that’s what I’m doing… Studying? Really? School? Yes Sir. 300 level Pharmacy University of Lagos. Are you serious? Why wouldn’t I be? Well, it’s just funny because I’m also in Unilag. Just like that, our conversation went on and on and on. We talked about everything – well, almost everything. I couldn’t just bring myself to tell her I was a cab driver. Time went by so fast and it wasn’t until she checked that we realized it was past 4 in the morning. I had to get off the phone so I made up some excuse about getting some sleep because I had so much to do in the morning. I cut the call and sat on the sofa for a while thinking to myself just how pleasant it was talking to Fadeke. She seemed so real and full of life. All the thoughts on my mind prior to calling her had moved to the background. I returned to the reception where the man there told me about a room I had prepared for me. He ushered me to the room and from the interior décor I could imagine just what it would cost to get a room there on a regular day. I took my time to explore the room when I was left alone. It was indeed spectacular. Before then, I had only seen the interior of two other hotels in Ibadan so it was a new experience for me. I finally jumped on the bed a few minutes before five and thoughts of my conversation with Fadeke fluttered back to my mind. I just couldn’t sleep. I stayed in bed awake thinking till the phone in my room rang a little over 7am. It was Princess… We are leaving. Meet us outside in 5 minutes. Ok. I got out of the bed and started to lay it when I realized what I was doing and laughed at myself. I walked out of my room and went back to the reception. I had only been there for a couple of minutes when Princess and Kassy walked into the lobby. There was no sign of Tomi. As we all walked towards the exit, I asked Princess How about Tomi Princes barely turned to look at me when she responded: Tomi won’t be joining us. That was all she said. No more. And I couldn’t bring myself to ask more questions. They brought the car to the entrance and I took the key from the hotel guide while Princess and Kassy got into the back seat. I tried to look for some kind of expression on their faces even as I adjusted the rearview mirror but nothing. They both had straight faces, which they buried in their phones as I began to drive out. The journey back to Lagos was cold. Not a beep. Not a word from anyone in the car. As we approached Yaba, Kassy asked to get off so she could get a cab. We dropped her off and continued to Unilag. I went straight to High Rise where I dropped off Princess. She got down and only managed a ‘thank you’ and ‘I’ll call you later’ before she vanished into the building. I didn’t even want to imagine what she had on her mind. I just wanted to get back to my room, clean up and get some rest. I parked the car and made the long walk to the cab park. I took a cab to gate and then walked into my hostel greeting all the security men. As I walked down my corridor, I noticed some guys from the other rooms lingering around but none of my roommates. I opened the door and as I walked in I saw him. Uncle Mufu and behind him, Debby.

[b] Episode 7 [/b] My reaction to the gunshots was instant… I stood up almost immediately and tried to figure out which direction the sounds came from. As I looked around I noticed just how calm every other person was. It felt surreal, almost like some sort of joke was going on and I was the only one who wasn’t in on it. The music didn’t stop; the girls were still in the pool with Usman who was now almost completely naked. I made to leave the table but Senior grabbed my hand. Where are you going? What kind of question is that? Didn’t you hear those gunshots? And so? And so? What if someone is hurt? Still holding my hand he burst into wild laughter and even Balogun who seemed to be totally knocked out joined in. A-Zed, wa, come, sit down (he said as he gently pulled me towards my seat. Reluctantly, I sat down) It’s your first night here so I understand… maybe I should start by asking how many girls you have here? Three Oh, you brought Princess and her girls. Yes. A-zed, A-zed (he laughed)…This is my seventh year in this business and the first rule here is very much like one the bankers call “know your customer”…. Did you look around you when you walked in? Or maybe that isn’t the question. Are you even conversant with happenings in the upper chambers of our country? I sat there speechless wondering how any of this had anything to do with the fact that someone could be dying from gunshot wounds somewhere around us… He then moved his seat closer to mine and more or less whispered to me… We hear and read about meetings, party primaries and conventions. Do you really think decisions are made during those things? Our leaders are old and very rich – therefore they are allergic to boredom. Those things are dead boring but here, here… just look around you… isn’t this a perfect atmosphere for making decisions? Whether they are the right or wrong decisions; well, that’s none of our business. Before I could comment, he burst out into another episode of wild laughter. He then let go of my hand and said… Any gunshot you hear here is not an accident. Think of it as a decision. It’s been made. And what if this … decision affects me…. or one of the … my girls? Well then you count your losses and move on just like any other business man. Losses… the realization of his statement hit me and I thought to myself – what am I doing here. What am I doing in this place where people – human beings are seen as mere products… Here, take this. (Senior said as he handed me a glass of drink) Still stunned, I took the glass from him as my mind spiraled deeper and deeper into thoughts. Was this what I had to endure so I could see mama through her surgery? Was there a better way? I seem to be dragging myself deeper and deeper into this life I couldn’t explain – this life I wasn’t sure I wanted to be a part of. I downed the drink. It was harsh. Something very strong and it provided the right amount of distraction I needed from my thoughts. I felt a wet hand on my shoulder and I turned around to see Usman behind me. He was being held by two of the ladies that had been in the pool. They were both completely naked but had towels hanging from their necks. Fine Yaro… we’re going in… you should come in and join us. You sound like you need to relax. I tried to smile even as I replied… No thanks, I’m fine. Kai… so you don’t want a taste of our deeeeelicious specimens (he said as he looked enticingly at one of the girls and then at his lower body) Senior: It’s his first night. He will come around… go and enjoy yourself Usman. They turned and began to walk away but shortly after that, Balogun stumbled off his chair and called after them to wait for him even as he half walked and took off his clothes. My focus shifted back to the table and I noticed Senior staring at me. I brought out my phone and began to scroll through my contact list as a way of avoiding his prying eyes. I’m here with five girls tonight. Two of them, I’ve known for five years and I must say that they’ve made me who am I today. I looked up briefly and then continued scrolling through my phone. I got to Fadeke and I remembered how I had made a mental note to call her but I didn’t. It was almost 1am, definitely too late to call. Are you gay? Seniors question caught me off guard so much that my phone fell from my hands. What? (He laughed… ) I said, are you gay? Are you into men or do you swing both ways? Why so surprised. Am I the first person ever to ask you that question? I regained composure after a while and I replied him No, I’m not gay, neither do I swing both ways. Hey, innocent question. I just wanted to know if you’d be interested in making some err… extra money on the side. Extra money? How much more naïve can you be? Have you looked in the mirror lately? You’re a young good-looking boy with aspirations and a conscience too, you’d make a perfect addition to my team and I can source you some of the best clients around. Clients that can leave ones entire generation transformed just after one encounter. Hello… Hello… I sat there clutching my phone tightly even as I tried to digest what I had just heard… Hello…Hello… The distant voice quickly brought me back to the moment. I looked at my phone and realized I had mistakenly called Fadeke. I put the phone to my ear but didn’t know what to say. I cut the call and hoped she wouldn’t call back. A few seconds passed and as I looked up at Senior trying to put together a response to his offer or whatever it was, my phone rang again. It was Fadeke. I let it ring; at first I didn’t want to pick up but I thought about it and did just before the call cut off. We might be trophy-less but I don’t think we’re so broke that our supporters now flash each other. That was one opening line that was so hard to recover from. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to call you like that. My phone sort of fell and mistakenly dialed your……. I paused even as I realized my explanation wasn’t helping. Ok, please let me call you back. I didn’t wait for her response, I cut the call and was about dialing her number when Senior tapped me and said: The room beside the reception; there’s a phone you can use there. For as long as you want. He added the other part of the statement as if he knew who I had just spoken with and what we discussed. I thanked him and walked towards the reception. I noticed the other guests at the party as I walked towards the reception. Some had passed out on their seats while others were heatedly wrapped up in corners kissing or doing things I had never seen before. I ignored all of it as hard as it was. I finally made it to the reception and I was given the phone. Oblivious of what to say, I dialed Fadeke’s number and she picked up after the second ring. I really didn’t flash you. My phone was just err… thinking a step ahead of me… Hmm… True. And this is the part where I’m supposed to oooohhhh and awwwwhhhh? Erm… ok, I’m sure I deserved that – someway, somehow… (she laughed).. So, do you always stay up this late or you’re going to tell me you stayed up cause you were thinking of calling me? I’m not going to hear the last of that am I? Well…. I could easily ask you the same question you know… And my reply would be that I’m awake studying. Cause that’s what I’m doing… Studying? Really? School? Yes Sir. 300 level Pharmacy University of Lagos. Are you serious? Why wouldn’t I be? Well, it’s just funny because I’m also in Unilag. Just like that, our conversation went on and on and on. We talked about everything – well, almost everything. I couldn’t just bring myself to tell her I was a cab driver. Time went by so fast and it wasn’t until she checked that we realized it was past 4 in the morning. I had to get off the phone so I made up some excuse about getting some sleep because I had so much to do in the morning. I cut the call and sat on the sofa for a while thinking to myself just how pleasant it was talking to Fadeke. She seemed so real and full of life. All the thoughts on my mind prior to calling her had moved to the background. I returned to the reception where the man there told me about a room I had prepared for me. He ushered me to the room and from the interior décor I could imagine just what it would cost to get a room there on a regular day. I took my time to explore the room when I was left alone. It was indeed spectacular. Before then, I had only seen the interior of two other hotels in Ibadan so it was a new experience for me. I finally jumped on the bed a few minutes before five and thoughts of my conversation with Fadeke fluttered back to my mind. I just couldn’t sleep. I stayed in bed awake thinking till the phone in my room rang a little over 7am. It was Princess… We are leaving. Meet us outside in 5 minutes. Ok. I got out of the bed and started to lay it when I realized what I was doing and laughed at myself. I walked out of my room and went back to the reception. I had only been there for a couple of minutes when Princess and Kassy walked into the lobby. There was no sign of Tomi. As we all walked towards the exit, I asked Princess How about Tomi Princes barely turned to look at me when she responded: Tomi won’t be joining us. That was all she said. No more. And I couldn’t bring myself to ask more questions. They brought the car to the entrance and I took the key from the hotel guide while Princess and Kassy got into the back seat. I tried to look for some kind of expression on their faces even as I adjusted the rearview mirror but nothing. They both had straight faces, which they buried in their phones as I began to drive out. The journey back to Lagos was cold. Not a beep. Not a word from anyone in the car. As we approached Yaba, Kassy asked to get off so she could get a cab. We dropped her off and continued to Unilag. I went straight to High Rise where I dropped off Princess. She got down and only managed a ‘thank you’ and ‘I’ll call you later’ before she vanished into the building. I didn’t even want to imagine what she had on her mind. I just wanted to get back to my room, clean up and get some rest. I parked the car and made the long walk to the cab park. I took a cab to gate and then walked into my hostel greeting all the security men. As I walked down my corridor, I noticed some guys from the other rooms lingering around but none of my roommates. I opened the door and as I walked in I saw him. Uncle Mufu and behind him, Debby.