the dEvil who loved me-EPISODE17-20
It was past 6am when we got to Lokoja.
We stopped at a fast food restaurant. I don’t know if those Lebanese refugees ever slept, because we were flooded by them as we got out. Two little boys and their sister tugged at our clothes, while their mother looked from a distance.
I went to the rest room to clean myself, while the guys went to other food. I planned to tell him we would leave as soon as we were done with breakfast. I picked up my phone to call Abayomi.
Abayomi: where are you, we are coming to your house for breakfast. Bread and egg o..
Me: I am in Lokoja
Abayomi: I know you are a witch, but can you fly that far?
Me: serious jor..Jafar drove me here o..his goons are here also, enroute Abuja.
Abayomi: what is happening there, why didn’t you tell me?
Me: see I was drunk, I will tell you when I get back..i am hungry and suffering from a hang-over.
Abayomi: when are you coming back?
Me: soon, will tell him to bring me back after breakfast
Abayomi: no p..Toun is sleeping beside me… I will call you later..
When I got back to the guys, they had ordered the meals, the three of them were eating fried rice and an ugly looking fried chiken. Jafar was eating beans and plantain..
Jafar: I got rice for you, alright?
Me: nope, I rather eat what you are eating..
I took out the spoon in my proposed rice and started eating with him. He left the food for me after a while and concentrated on the canned Schweppes he was drinking. Sparrow and the short guy pounced on my rice, before I could say jack, it was finished.
My phone rang, it was Timi.
Timi: didn’t know when you left the party..
Me: I didn’t come with you, so why should I tell you?
Timi: why are you talking like this?
Me: see I am busy now, talk to you later
Timi: wait..where are you?
I hung up and felt so good about it.
It was time for me to tell Jafar to take me back. In another day and another world, it would have been get-away but I really had to go back..
Me: Jafar please can I talk to you privately?
We walked outside to the front of the Hilux. My phone rang again.
Me: Toun howfar
Toun: I am so fine, we are on our way to Lagos now..
Me: you and who?
Toun: me and Abayomi ofcuz. On the way to the airport. Arik afternoon flight to Abuja..
I excused myself from Jafar and walked to the other side of his Benz.
Me: but I will be on my way back soon.
Toun: better stay there, I have been looking for a good reason to spend my Dad’s money, Abuja it is!
Me: did Abayomi agree to this?, did he tell you I am with Jafar and his friends.
Toun: yes, you aretalking to much, see you before 4pm.
She hung up.
Jafar: so what is it that you had to tell me in private?
me: can Abayomi and Toun join us in Abuja?
I have seen him smile, but this particular smile was deep. I felt good I contributed to it.
Jafar: the more the merrier..
Toun is the worst friend ever!
]Jafar: we will be staying in Lugbe, it is close to Gwagwalada and also to Berger.
He said this as we passed a junction that was called Giri. We entered Abuja at some minutes to 9am.
Me: I don’t know Abuja, I have never been here
Jafar: I seldom come around, except my dad beckons.
Me: tell me about your Dad
I saw why Abuja was the next best thing besides Lagos. the road was wide, wider than the girth of cars passing through. it wasn’t as crowded as Lagos, but had an exotic feeling to it. Yaradua’s posters flooded the town, I felt it was a waste of money carrying out a presidential election because he was liked by both his peeps and the opposition. Though a PDP member he embodied all that PDP wasn’t.
Me: who would you vote for in the elections?
Jafar: I won’t be voting
me : why?
Jafar: for the white man, voting serves as liberation, it’s a symbol of freedom to choose who they want. But for the black man, Elections is a form of enslavement. Too many poor people vote, they don’t vote with their head, they vote with their stomach. Too many illiterates vote, they don’t vote for the best person, they vote for their tribe.
Me: What tribe are you and what do you think should replace elections?
Jafar: I am Jafar Ndanusa, I am Nupe. The white people made sure they saw themselves as a people before democracy was introduced. In Nigeria, the different tribes are still in courtship, democracy came at the right time, but the citizens aint ripe or mature enough for it.
Me: I repeat my question, what should replace elections or democracy?
Jafar: A selfless authoritarian head of state, like Sankara of Burkina-faso. After making sure the Hausas, Igbos, yorubas and middle-belt see themselves as a people, then he can relinquish his power for a democratically elected president.
Me: that’s deep for a cultist.
It came out of my mouth before I realized I had said it. His brows shot upwards, signaling that he heard what I said, but he kept quiet.
Me: I am sorry.
He didn’t answer me, he just kept driving until we got to Federal Housing,Lugbe.
I wasn’t looking for the awkward moment when I would have to tell him that I needed a room to myself, but I didn’t need to. When we lodged at Progandy Hotel, He and Uche stayed in the same room, while Sparrow and the short boy known as Aji stayed in a room. I was given my own room.
Jafar: when Toun and Abayomi comes, they would have a room waiting for them.
I was sure Toun would stay with me in my room.
Jafar: go to sleep now, you look drained..
Me: thanks for this get-away
Jafar: you are welcome ma’am.
]After taking my bath, I settled down in bed, planning to sleep until I Toun and Abayomi arrived. I want to discover Abuja with them. My phone rang as I was closing my eyes. It is funny how your ring-tone sounds louder when you want to sleep. It was Timi.
Timi: I am infront of your house
Me: told you I was in Lokoja
Timi: how can you be in Lokoja when I saw you in the party, danced with you…held you..?
Me: Timi stop..
Timi: where are you?
Timi: what are you doing in Abuja?
Me: why asking me all these questions?
Timi: because I care
Me: I am in Abuja and I am good, Toun and Abayomi will join me soon.
Timi: what is happening there?
Me: came with a friend
Timi: guy or girl?
Timi was silent for a while, after some seconds, he regained his composure.
Timi: when will you be back?
Me: too many questions Timileyin.
Timi: I need to see you so I can tell you everything
Me: I am really not interested anymore.
Timi: what changed?
Me: I grew up
Timi: I love you Tana Dike.
It had been a while I heard those words from him. I still felt some butterflies
Me: very funny..
Timi: what is funny?
I hung up.
I was closing my eyes again when my phone rang again, I cursed under quietly before I realized it was Toun.
Me: babes howfar?
Toun: we got an Aero flight for 11am, cheaper sef..
Me: that’s nice.
Toun: text me your location
Me: will do that Asap
Toun: I have gist for you as soon as I arrive.
Me: brief me na, abi you want me to be thinking about different scenarios?
Toun: Kofo is pregnant
Me: for who?
Toun: well that’s the gist…….see you soon
To be continued
The intercom in my room rang, the receptionist had called to tell me that some people were asking after me. While Toun was standing infront of the receptionist, Abayomi sat down with a gloomy face. I wondered if it had anything to do with ‘the gist’
Me: why are you looking sad Abayomi?
Abayomi: isn’t it your friend? How can she just decide that we have to be in Abuja just because you are here. I don’t have any friends here, and she insisted I came along.
Me: Awww, I didn’t expect you guys to come anyways, since I had planned to return ASAP. It was my highness that made me tell Jafar I wanted to go to Abuja.
Abayomi: That guy dey crase sha!
Toun: where is Jafar? We should thank him for the room na
Me: I don’t knw where he is, why don’t you guys go to your room and relax abit, I am sure you will have enough time to thank him.
I escorted them to their room, it was directly opposite mine, with the same style and dimensions.
I was watching a musical video on trace when Toun walked into my room and stretched herself beside me.
Toun: so how was your trip?
Me: long and I slept almost all through
Toun: do you know I have never been to Abuja before?
Me: me too, quit this boring talk and tell me about Kofo’s pregnancy
Toun: hmmmm, it was at the party I found out o..
Toun: I was outside when Gabriel, that guy with bow-legs came to gist with Abayomi. Before long they started talking about elections and Kofo’s name came up. He told me it was a smart move by Abayomi to make Timi the campaign manager, that National and Kofo had private paroles. I feigned surprise, so he continued. He said Kofo was pregnant but she hadn’t told National yet. I asked him how he knew; he said kofo told Isioma, who in turn told his girlfriend. You know Gabriel liked me those days na, so I fingered his brain on if he thinks National was responsible. He said there are gossips that it might be Uche or National’s.
Me: Are you worried that it might be Abayomi’s?
Toun: not at all, I am sure Abayomi used condom with her.
Me: you really do trust him?
Toun: I know my devil..
Me: why can’t she just abort it?
Toun: Gabriel said Best-care hospital had warned her never to come for abortion again. Apparently, she was a frequent visitor.
Me: and she still get mind to dey fucck p—k like that for party?
Toun: she likes presidential rods..
We both laughed, but at the back of my mind, I prayed it wasn’t Abayomi’s.
Toun: seems Jafar likes you very much
Me: that is where it will end na, you know I can’t have anything to do with a cultist
Toun: no be you say na Confra?
Me: Toun, I really can’t do guys right now, plus maybe he is just being nice as we are his investments.
Toun: if I wasn’t dating Abayomi, Jafar would have been perfect for me.
Me: you can break up with Abayomi and join the band-wagon of Jafar’s girls.
Toun: it will just be for s-x, you don’t fall inlove with the kinds of Jafar, or you will run mad. The attraction should be enough. Abayomi and I are in this ish for the long haul babe.
Me: yeah, I know, I envy you guys..
Toun: spoken to Timi?
Me: yes briefly..
Me: nothing dear
Toun: ok, don’t worry, you will find the perfect guy. That Naetochukwu guy in Business Admin is still dying for you, you should call him one of this days..
Me: he is cool but he is too proud, it pisses me off sometimes..
Toun: just call him…a simple call to tell him you are just checking up on him. Lets see what happens from there.
Me: I hear you..
Toun: and if you are h—y, I can share Abayomi with you, you know I love u dat much
Me: yuck!…you are a fool..
We both laughed, after sometime, she stood up to leave, as I escorted her to the door, she kissed me on the lips. She was so carefree about it but I seem to have felt her tongue. I brushed it away and decided that calling Naetochukwu wouldn’t be a bad idea..
]I went to Abayomi and Toun’s room after Toun called me to come. They were eating potato and fish when I got it with a bottle of Eva wine. Toun was really spending her father’s guilt money. From the look of their faces, it was clear that Toun had appeased Abayomi, one way or the other. He looked happier and more relaxed. Their room was extremely cold, so I went under a duvet and listened to them argue about the names they would give their children.
I remember when Timi and I did that too. We had decided that their first name would be Yoruba while their second name would be Igbo. Although, I insisted that the first girl will have an Igbo first name, Timi’s heavenly felattio had made me agree to all his demands. Those were cool times. I dialed Naetochukwu’s number.
Me: hi, its Tana
Naeto: oh Tana, sorry I didnt know it was you, I just bought this very cool phone and I haven’t saved numbers on it yet.
Me: you are a big boy na..how are you and your people?
Naeto: very fine, how are you, are you around?
Me: not really, but will be back soon, just wanted to check on you. It’s been a long time
Naeto: na you no get my time now, can we have a date this week Friday?
Me: I would love that..
After a few more inconsequential talks, I hung up.
Abayomi didn’t seem impressed, but Toun was happy, she always thought I should have dated Naeto instead of Acho.
There was a knock on the door, and when it was opened, Uche’s tall frame was visible, he didn’t bother entering..
Uche: we would be hanging out at Cue-Lounge, not too far from here by 6pm..
Abayomi: cool bro, I actually need to unwind..
Uche: Sparrow will bring you guys
Toun: where is Jafar?i have not seen him since I came
Uche: he went to Zone 7, he will meet us at the Lounge by 6pm.
He left immediately he passed his message. Coincidentally my phone beeped. It was a message from Timi.
Timi = we really need to talk. Just give me a chance to explain myself; I swear you will see reasons. You are the one for me!
I went beneath the duvet, shielding myself from the cold that was making my n—–s rocky.
Around 5:30, Toun and I decided to dress up for the outing. Like a best friend should, toun had brought some of my clothes for me. I decided to go with a low necked gown that would expose some cleavage, and instead of full pants, I went with a G-string that wouldn’t leave any panty lines. The gown was tight on the hips, exposing a figure that Toun said was sexy. If my gown was short, Toun’s was shorter and her height made it more obvious.
Sparrow took us to the Lounge which was situated in Phase 2, Federal housing, Lugbe. Shortly after we sat down with Uche, Aji and Sparrow also seated around us, Jafar entered with three girls that looked Fulani’ish..
After Toun stood up to Hug him, Abayomi and I shaked him, he introduced the girls..
Jafar: meet Hauwa, Mariam and Fatima…they are from Nile University..
The girls greeted us with that exotic accent that educated Hausa speaking people have. I have seen fine girls, and I ranked myself among them, but these girls were spotless.. ..beautiful and spotless..
But I cant be intimidated….can i?
Drinks were brought in buckets of ice but I was less interested, I didn’t like the way Fatima kept whispering in Jafar’s ears. It was not like I was jealous or something, but she should atleast say what she wanted to say loud and clear… oya I was jealous small.
Just when I was calming down, the one called Mariam decided to talk.
Mariam: Please you guys should spread the word to all the Kano students in your school, my dad is gunning for governorship.
It was not like I was from a poor home and all o, but these entire politician’s children sef
Toun: oh that’s nice although I have few Hausa friends…
Fatima: but Jafar is Hausa and from Kano, isn’t he your friend..
There was a deafening silence, I wondered how Toun would have explained that our host, who engineered our being in Abuja, was not our friend..
Jafar: I never told them..
Fatima looked at him and spanked him playfully like he was a naughty boy. He smiled at her too..
Me: he actually told him he was from Kano
Jafar looked at me, puzzled with the point I was trying to prove. I smiled as I looked at Fatima.
Me: we were preparing his favorite meal, Yam and egg when he told me..
Fatima: awwww, Jafar is such a homely guy. He seldom eats outside. I taught him how to prepare the yam and egg just the way he likes it. Did you know just the right amount of onions to slice?
My answer was a bit too loud. Fatima and I were not fooling anyone around the table, this was beyond Yam and egg. Thankfully Uche broke the façade
Uche: their peppersoup here is mad!.. cow-tail, intestines, chicken..
Abayomi and Toun that had been relatively quiet opted for cow-tail, Hauwa and Mariam went for Chicken, instead of Fatima to other for herself, she asked for two plates of cat- fish for her and Jafar
Me: make it three plates, I want cat-fish
I wondered why it didn’t come earlier but when it did, Toun’s laughter was sonorous. I was a little embarrassed but I kept a straight face. I didn’t know what was wrong with me, with all the Timi drama and having told myself that Jafar and I were in parallel universe, I didn’t like Fatima claiming him.
The drinks were served chilled; the Hausa girls went for Malta-guiness while Toun and I took our normal Gordon-spark. The stupidly pretty one among them called Mariam gave us this condescending look as we sipped our drinks. Abayomi and Uche discussed about something that was very interesting to both of them. Sparrow and Aji were trying to impress Toun with the amount of bottles they could drink. The three Hausa girls were all over Jafar, telling him what has been happening to guys he knew who attend Nile University. I was left alone with my thoughts.
Some minutes past 8pm, Jafar went to his car and came back with a shisha jar, chocolate flavor and coal were also available. Though I hadn’t smoked shisha before, I pretended I had. As we passed the pipe between each other, I couldn’t help but notice that after Jafar smoked, he passed the pipe to Fatima, who rubbed her lips on the mouth of the pipe. I wondered how nice it would have been if I was the one passing the pipe to Jafar. I wondered if he would smack his lips. Okay I was getting stupid and Toun’s disciplinary stare told me she could guess what I was thinking. I held on to my Gordon-spark…I didn’t smoke with them anymore.
]Thinking that Cue-Lounge was going to be our final destination before returning to the hotel was short-sightedness on my part. I forget ‘Confra’ guys had their own modus-operandi. Jafar announced that our next point was Grillaz, also situated at Lugbe. The three car convoy sliced through the cold Abuja night like hot knife through butter. Uche and Aji were in the Hilux, Sparrow drove the Volvo with Abayomi and Toun, while Jafar the three witches and I were in his Benz. I thought Fatima was going to attempt to sit infront with Jafar, but she sat at the back with her friends while I sat alongside him. Unfortunately, she sat directly at his back and kept leaning forward to talk to him as he drove. I brought out my phone and pretended to browse on one new site called N——-d by an unknown programmer simply known as Seun. Most of the articles being posted were about the Presidential elections. Though unattractive, the site engaged me till we got to Grillaz.
Apart from Kuje and some minor towns in the FCT, Lugbe was the closest to Gwagwalada, so it was not suprising that a lot of University of Abuja students hung out at Grillaz. It seemed we were being expected because a standing occasion welcomed us as we entered the place. Guys with hideous faces…some were alright sha quickly greeted Jafar and co in a way that showed that they belonged to the same Sect. a couple of girls were around too, some covered with tattoos and fake eye-lashes. I doubted if they were students.
At Grillaz, it was more of standing than sitting; luckily the interior was air-conditioned so it was alright. The speakers were blarring and before long, salutations turned to dancing. The tattooed girls were trying to out-dance each other, Abayomi and Toun danced at the corner, though Uche interfered once in a while, I danced with a guy that would remain nameless for the rest of my life. I didn’t bother getting his name, his breathe stank of Shepe, while the sweat from his body was noticeable. The Hausa girls sat down at the only available sofa, while Jafar and some other guys stepped outside.
I was glad when Toun came to meet me, hence ending my dance with Mr nameless
Toun: that guy just dey gum you for body…
Me: I don’t know o, like say him neva see girl before.
Toun: anyways, I need to leave very soon, I feel it coming?
Toun: my period, ode..the sharp pain is occurring at quick intervals..
Me: you carry pad come?
Toun: Yeah, e dey room.
Me: have you told Abayomi?
Toun: lolz, the poor boy wan die. Said he has been preparing kama-sutra styles for me
Me: eyaa…but him suppose fit do am like that now, this time you don’t even need to be wet sef, na safe journey.
Toun: you are a fool, I swear
Me: oya now lets go..
Toun: you can stay behind, I will be aii..i told Abayomi to remain behind
I ignored her and went to meet Sparrow, who was smoking probably his 50th stick of the day..
Me: bros we need to leave now..
Sparrow: hope no problem?
Sparrow: you sure? Cuz if na dat guy wey been dey dance with you, I go quickly mend him yansh for here..
Me: no need for yansh mending
Sparrow looked at me for a while to ascertain that I was sure of what I was saying, before leading Toun and I to the Volvo.
Driving outside Grillaz, I noticed a group of guys talking, in-between them was Jafar and Aji. The discussion seemed to worry Jafar, as his right hand was at the back of his head and his left on his waist. Toun tapped me on the shoulder.
Toun: I am stained.
Toun: Tana, what is going on in your mind?
Me: what do you mean?
We were having this discussion as she fixed her pad on her black laced panties in the room’s bathroom. I always told her I liked her c——s, this night was no different.
Toun: stop looking at my p—y and tell me what is wrong with you
Me: I still don’t get…
Toun: you were all over Jafar’s matter, you were almost biting Fatima.
Me: hmmm, mrs Exaggerator.
Toun: stop it at once. It is Naetochukwu for now, you say you want to avoid drama, you are acting like a drama queen!
Me: ok…I don’t know what is wrong. But I think I just wanted Jafar’s attention. With everything going on with Timi, I needed someone’s attention.
Toun: forget Jafar dear, I know you are vulnerable now, but focus Tee.
Me: thank you..
While she settled to take her bath, I went back to my room to have mine, I promised to come back to her when I was done. As I went to my room, I wondered what was happening with Jafar and Fatima. Toun’s voice echoed in my head so I blanked the thoughts and tried thinking of Timi, but Annie appeared, so I decided to do what I do when my head is filled. I sang a gospel song…
You are the lord…..
That is your name…
You will never share your glory….
I sang on as i stood beneath the shower, and allowed the water clean my soul…but after a while Timi and Jafar’s faces penetrated the song…they penetrated the water….i admitted to myself, I was attracted to Jafar and inlove with Timi. And I must eliminate both feelings if I was to be normal again..
Toun was in her pink nightie when I got to her room, she was watching an episode of Jerry-Springer, I joined her while we muched pringles. It didn’t bother me that I was missing lectures, I knew I would cover-up…what bothered me was National and the fact that we might lose the election. Toun started laughing at something Jerry was saying, that broke the spell…I decided to relax…Abuja was for relaxation. At almost mid-night, Abayomi staggered into the room, smelling drunk and singing songs that only he must have written. I stood up to leave..
Abayomi: Tana..you don’t have to leave, you can stay with us tonight..
Without looking up from the television, Toun smiled. Abayomi was a h—y goat whenever he was drunk.
Me: ode..goodnight jare..
Abayomi: walahi…you go like am..
I laughed as I stepped out of the room and closed their door. Infront of my room was Jafar, he had a bucket of wine with him.
Me: what are you doing infront of my room?
Jafar: I came to see you
Me: hmmm..now that you have seen me…you can go back to your room..
Jafar: can I come in?
Me: I think that would be a bad idea…
Jafar: for you or for me?
Me: for us..
Jafar: I like the sound of ‘us’…
he smiled casually… standing infront of me, I could smell his sweet scent…my heart was beating fast.
Me: only 15minutes…
I didn’t say it out…but I like that sound of ‘us’ also…
To be continued
]I know a couple of guys that would have sat on the bed as they entered the room, but I must give Jafar the award of the gentleman ‘Confra’ of the year because he took the chair of the dresser and sat down.
My phone rang, I wondered who would be calling this late until I saw the name..
Me : hey
Timi: I have been trying to call you, bad network perhaps..
Timi: though you would be asleep now..
Timi: this one that you are answering me one by one…are you with someone?
I looked at Jafar, his eyes were on me..somehow, I felt he understood my conversation…
Me: none of your business..
Timi: Tana don’t do this to me, let’s not do what we will regret..
Me: stop getting paranoid..by the way, how is Annie?
Timi: I don’t know..
Me: I have to go now, sleep well..
Timi: what…one last thing..
Timi: I never stopped loving you.
Jafar was waiting with a glass of the red grape wine when I hung up, he passed it to me..
Jafar: I am sorry if I had caused any problem
Me: no jor..its alright…
Jafar: did you enjoy yourself?
Me: yes I did..
Jafar: so Abuja isn’t a bad idea right?
Me: not at all..
Jafar: can I ask you a question?
Though I was fully clothed, I felt naked..
Jafar: do you think I like you?
I smiled but internally I was confused, so I did what any normal girl would do..
Me: what kind of question is that?
Jafar: nevermind…is Wednesday morning okay for departure?
Jafar: I never told you that I was from Kano..
Me: yes I am sorry I lied, but your friend abi chic was doing ITK..
Jafar: so can I tell you about me now?
Me: yes, I would like that..
Jafar: can I smoke?
Me: sure….u have just 12minutes more..
He brought out a pre-wrapped weed…the bright glow and smell captured the room..
Jafar: I am from Kano…
Me: continue jor…
Jafar: My father is Alhaji Dangaladima, I am the only child of my mum…
Then he told me everything about his childhood, his schools, his family members….it was nice..
Me: what does your dad do?
Jafar: he is a government contractor..based in Kano..
Me: and your mum?
Jafar: she died shortly after giving birth to me..
Me: I am so sorry…
Jafar: why should you be sorry..i never even knew her…
I wanted to feel what he was feeling, but his expression was so unreadable…
Me: lemme smoke with you?
Jafar: commot there!..
Me: serious jor…
He passed me the weed.. as I puffed and passed it back to him.., I didn’t cough like they warned me I would when I smoked…it was harsh on my mouth so I pushed it down with a glass of wine…then it became beautiful..
Me: I want more…
He gave me and I dragged in deeper this time…
Jafar: I know you judge me as a cultist and all…but I am just like every other guy you know…
With the things you are doing to my senses, no you aint!..i said to myself…
Me: I don’t judge you…
We passed the weed among ourselves as the grape wine’s richness melted in my mouth…everything became funny as I told him about myself too.. I even told him about Timi and I and how we broke up.
He had over-stayed his 15 minutes and seemed to realize, for he stood up and though my legs were wobbly, i escorted him to the door…
Jafar: can I ask you a question Tana?
Jafar: Do you think I like you?
Me: yes Jafar, I think you like me.
I was wet.
The smell of the marijuana blended with the cold breeze of the AC. I tossed and turned on my bed, thinking of the guy that had just left my room. I started imagining him with his Hausa girls. I wondered if he was ramming Fatima there and then. I started feeling the effects of the weed. I felt light like I was slightly elevated; this must be the reason why they described the feeling as ‘highness’.
I heard a knock on my door. I was so excited I almost tripped as I rushed to the door. Jafar must have been thinking about me as I was of him. Perhaps the Malo girls had left..
I opened the door to see a sleep deprived Toun, with a wrapper covering her b—–s to her feet. I was disappointed.
Toun: I am sleeping in your room
Me: what happened, your bed not big enough for you too?
Toun: Your friend Abayomi is just insatiable.
Without an invite, she went to my bed and laid down.
Me: I don’t get..
Toun: shortly after he came in, I switched off the TV so we could sleep. I heard him snoring afterwards, that mixed with the slight cramp I heard made it difficult for me to sleep. I was on my own when the fool woke up and started caressing my breastz. I thought it was just for the moment and sleep will catch up with him, then he pulled out his thing, took my hand and placed it on it. I blamed it on the alcohol and did what he wanted. That should have satisfied him abi? No o… in no time he grabbed my head I nudged it to his d–k. I teased, s—-d, licked this guys d–k till my mouth started hurting. I felt his pre-ejaculation, salty and all then I stopped. He got furious, asking why I should stop when he was about to c-m. I told him I was ON, things irritate me more. I reminded him that I had no probs getting his c-m in my mouth, sometimes I even swallow…
Me: Toun, too much information..
Toun: sharrap!.. he started getting into fits, so I left..
Me: can I sleep now?
Toun: what are you even doing awake sef? Didn’t expect you to open the door..
Me: Jafar came around.
Toun sat up immediately, the tatafo part of her brain was hyper.
Toun: so gist me na, what happened?
Toun: what did he come for, salt?
We both laughed..
Me: we gisted and smoked igbo!
Toun: that boy is mad o, you shouldn’t have let him in..
Me: he is gentle, he wouldn’t hurt me..
Toun: you sound so sure
Me: yes I am..
Toun: so you didn’t kiss or anything?
Toun: thank God…
Me: don’t start thanking God yet..i didn’t say we would not.
Breakfast was bread and eggs, served in the dining room. The three Hausa girls joined Abayomi, Toun and I. I wanted to ask where Jafar and the remaining guys were but decided against it. There was a weird silence on the table. I was looking at Fatima, trying to get clues that she had been properly serviced. Abayomi was still suffering from a Hang-over so he took only coffee. Toun’s cramps had reduced so she was in a better mood.
Abayomi volunteered to take us to Garki market. Fatima and her crew declined the invitation, saying they wanted to be around when Jafar came around. I deliberated if I should have stayed around like them.
The taxi we boarded from Lugbe to Garki told us his fare was 1,500 Naira, Abayomi had earlier intimated us that cab fare in Abuja was relatively cheaper compared to Lagos. We drank Fura and ate very sweet Suya at Rita-Lori Junction, a bee-line from Apo bridge. Although the market was big, we didn’t get anything useful to buy, most of the feminine wares were from Lagos, Onitsha or Aba. Instead of calling it a fruitless journey, we went to Silver-bird Galleria to window shop. I noticed Abayomi and Toun were back to normal…if these two didn’t marry themselves, life would be unfair I said to myself..
Toun: Tana, were would you like to settle down in future? I am really liking Abuja o..
Me: I will stick to Lagos
Toun: you don’t like Abuja?
Me: I do but I was born in Lagos, Lagos is my state of birth, beside’s Imo, I don’t mind taking up arms to defend Lagos.
Abayomi: Lagos ke, omo Nna like you..
He turns to Toun
Abayomi: so baby, you would really want us to reside in Lagos?
Toun: you and who?
Abayomi: both of us now
Toun: you are tricking yourself; you know you and I won’t end up together..
Abayomi: even your father with him big belle cannot stop us!
Toun: even your short mother?
Abayomi: even your mother’s witch-craft..
Toun: I love you boo-boo
Abayomi: as soon as this your red robot is off, your kinikan is in trouble..
Now..i like my friends very much, but when they start talking like I am not there, it makes me angry..
Me: hello….single girl alert!..stop all this affection..
Abayomi: na me say make you no get boyfriend?
Toun: oya shut up Abayomi..
Me: let him talk…Naetochukwu is waiting for me in school
Abayomi: hehehehehe… desperado.. you know you want Timi
Toun: boo..i hate you very much
Abayomi: Tana, this is 2007, you can ask Timi out..
Me: why not suggest Acho
Timi: that one time don pass, but that boy service you well o..him sabi suck boobi?
I kept quiet, luckily Toun answered him..
Toun: yes na, he sucks boobi well…
Abayomi: boo..how do you know?
Toun: ode boy…
Abayomi: ode girl…
Toun: I love you sha…
Abayomi: me too dearie..
I could suffocate..these idiots turned everything to romance..
Toun: Abayomi, Tana is liking Jafar o..
Abayomi: how can you like a cultist?
I ignored them and walked to a boutique at the left wing of the mall..
Abayomi followed me with an angry frown on his face..
Abayomi: how can you like a cultist I said! Weren’t you the one that was against us accepting his money?
Me: well that was before I met him
Abayomi: so you admit that you like him..
What I thought was anger in Abayomi’s face was actually concern, he was worried about me..
Me: it was just an attraction, not even a crush, I will get over it..
Abayomi: promise me you will very soon?
Me: I promise
Abayomi: Promise me you won’t let him touch you?
Me: but you are not my father Abayomi
Abayomi: Tana, I want you to promise me..
Abayomi: those guys are dangerous..i know what I am saying..
Toun: Jafar won’t hurt her, though I rather she sticks to Nathaniel..
Me: is this like an intervention?
Me: okay..i have heard you..
The next day as the convoy drove to Ogun-state, Abayomi insisted on sitting with Jafar, Sparrow carried Toun and I in the volvo..Uche and Aji were in the Hilux..
To be continued