Episode 2:
He asked me to go and help him give his friend one
document and that I should explain to him that he’ll
see him later. Me i just happy say I go even leave that
house sef. Even if the place I was going to was not
far.
Two minutes later, I don jump enter one jeans wey I
hang for my wardrobe door. I pick one Tshirt from
my box. I never wear this Tshirt since when I don
come back from school.
I trekked out of my street and picked a bike. The man
was telling me N100 as if its not this same place i
used to go before. I finally negotiated N50. All these
Okada people sef.
When I got to the man’s house, I did not even waste
time before i
started knocking because I already knew the routine.
If you come this early to his house, there is just no
way you wont knock for up to 10 minutes at least. I
wonder why my pman does not always call this man
before he sends me here.
Anyway, I continued knocking. I looked at the street
and found out that it was a bit live-lier than my own.
Chai…see the girls wey dey this place sha. The girls
that would not be around on a normal day, now
because of ASUU, they are all over the place.
It was still about 8:45 that saturday morning. I
continued looking around after intervals of knocking.
Soon, i heard foot steps. Theres a special way women
slippers (or i dont know what they call it) sounds.
I was already composing the start-up statement i
would tell Mrs Chizoba.
I always preferred her husband to be the one that
would recieve me. I hate all those fake smiles that
women put up. The smile wey go be like say their
face wan tear.
The gate opened, and I took my face away first as if I
was watching one woman who was helping one girl
carry her tray on her head. Before i looked back, I put
on my most honest smile. I get this innocent smile
wey I dey always give elderly women, or near elderly
sha.
So, back to the story.
As I turned back with my honest smile, I first confuse.
It wasn’t Mrs Chizoba I saw oo.. It was a much
younger lady. Ah! It was not me that was shouting o.
Its that stubborn boy in my head.
This girl was fine ooo. Anything else would be an
understatement.
I swear!! I looked at this girl for up for one minute,
until it was getting awkward. She just gave me that
”yes? what do you have
to say” look.
She was just waking up, I could tell from her face. All
these people dey talk say, if you wan know girl wey
fine, go check am for house for morning. Omo, if na
that one be the case, this girl na Ogbanje. She was
fine in every sense.
I was happy when my mouth started moving,
because it wasn’t me that was moving the lips. Left to
me, i was comfortable just staring at her till Jesus go
blow 2nd trumpet by himself say make I begin climb
stairs come up.
I told her that I was there to see Mr. Chizoba. She
nodded and told me to come in. As she shifted a little
for me to enter, i noticed something that made me
know that God works on
sundays. She was wearing her nightie and the nightie
was just a
little bit transparent. I could see that she was not
wearing a bra underneath. Me sef, i silly! Who wears
a bra to bed anyway. I saw her Tips and a little of the
roundness of her bosom. The bosoms were firm.
They stood up like that without any sign of sagging. I
swear, if i wasnt this close to this girl, I would have
argued with Gani that this girl was wearing a bra, the
way the
bosoms were firm.
She then made matters worse. She decided to close
the gate.
Oboy! The transparency of the material fully came
into view as she turned to close the gate. For a brief
moment, i caught a glimse of her full right bosom.
Needless to say that by now, my dick don dey play
god of war inside my jeans. Thank God i did
not wear that my 3-quarter shorts. Chai… E for bad.
The Attention for show, no be small.
So this girl was around because of ASUU?? Chai. I
knew Mr. Chizoba had a daughter, but since I had
been coming here, I did not for once lay my eyes on
her. Its just either of her brothers I usually saw. But
most of the times, the parents were home alone.
Thats what happens when theres no much spacing
between your kids. They all enter the university at
close to the same time.
i was still waiting for her to finish bolting the gate. I
could not have waited for more than six to seven
seconds, but those seconds seemed like hours oo. I
cant lie. I read books where they say ”minutes looked
like hours”, but this time i was
experiencing it myslef.
I was not smiling again. That kind happiness wey you
no go fit smile. I just decided to calm down and act
natural. Then she turned again and started walking
towards the main house. I turned too, and started
following her.
This my eyes sef. It went down again and I saw her
Bottom. That shii was apple buttom. It was not small
at all, and it was not that extra large Bottom. This one
was perfect from the view I had. And she knew how
to sway it. I dont know if she was doing it for me or
that was just how she walked normally. She didnt
behave
awkwardly at all. She didnt even smile like that, so i
didnt think she was interested in me.
Anybody that was looking at us then would have
thought that I was following her inside, but na yansh i
dey follow. If her backside had moved away from her
body and went back to the gate, i would forget what i
went to do there and follow the backside to where-
ever it was going.
I just kept staring at the Bottom. Then i realized that
anybody could be looking at me through the
windows, so i re-directed my eye lenses. But
somehow, it restored to default settings and went
back to the yansh. The panty outline was obvious. It
was a short trimmed panty. I dont think it was exactly
a g-string. The shii
was a little bigger.
I began to fear that I’ll even injure my dick with the
way it was struggling in my jeans and boxer shorts. If
the thing get mouth, e
for shout.
