The Ruckus coming from the ladies bathroom made Rose’s knees knock together in fear, it was the second day of school and she already knew the rules YOU DONT GO TO THE DAY LADIES BATHROOM. There was no other bathroom in the area at this time, break; she had no choice but this didn’t make it any easier.
The courtyard was full of screaming kids St Katherine’s was the poshest school in Ikoyi all parents of affluence wanted their kids to go there and each child was as interested to get it.
With kids of all ethnic varieties, Rose was glad her one week food strike had earned her the right to skip boarding house as she had honestly toyed with the idea of suicide at the thought.
Her father was a manager with First Trust a bank known for holding the accounts of all the affluent in politics. Her father’s advise was simple ‘ if you’re going to make any friends at school make sure they are the kids worth knowing. Daddy needs to bring in business and I’m counting on you to the means to how.’ She wasn’t surprised at her dad’s request it had been the same thing in elementary school why would it be any different here?, her near silent mother merely laid a rosary around her neck and hugged her before she returned to her prayer room upstairs.
She muttered the Hail Mary under her breath as she stepped into the thin corridor that widened to where the stalls were, with off white sinks opposite. Sitting around were six seniors smoking and laughing at each other’s jokes. ‘See what the cat dragged in o,’ one of them said as she caught a look of Rose. Rose was wearing a white shirt with a black pinafore over it; the armpit of the shirt immediately infused with perspiration at the comment ‘Sorry senior Mary could I pee please?’ Three of the other girls laughed while others continued puffing away at their cigarettes, Senior Mary was notoriously known, her crew were the most feared set of girls in the entire school their many varied ideas of making the junior girls squirm term after term were legends that had been heard even before resumption, your best bet was to pray you never ever came across their path.
The fear had caused her bladder to give signs of leaking, if she wasn’t given relief soon; the seniors were planning what to do with her next she could see it on their faces, they could do anything for a laugh. Senior Marys dad was the managing director of Total petrol money was not a problem in her world and this ensured that her life was pretty simple. The door swung open and through the crowd of smoke Rose saw a girl from her year that she had taken an immediate dislike to, Nikky was a cocky girl who had become popular in the one day they had been in school, so far Rose had been unable to make one friend with the exception of one of her dads colleagues daughters who is in her class Hannah but they both knew their friendship was built on the premise of their parents and was expected to disintegrate once real friends of choice were made.
Nikky walked in with confidence which obviously didn’t work in her favour ‘who are you rat?’ this is the name for all new year one students as seniors couldn’t be bothered to learn juniors names ‘Nikky Badru’ ‘well rat’ Mary continued ‘we were about to start a game I’m so glad you could join us’ she said with a wicked half smile. ‘Both of you come and stand right in front of me’. Rose knew with certainty that something not cool was coming. With no warning Mary slapped Rose with a resounding blow it was as if in slow motion; poor Rose saw the arm approaching in shock she did nothing to move out of the way and the blow twisted her neck around at an almost one hundred and eighty degree angle. There was silence for a few seconds before the seniors began howling with laughter.
Rose had felt her bladder clamp shut with force as the blow had struck her cheek, her skin was too dark to show the outline of the blow but the cheek began swelling almost immediately. The shock had still not worn off ,the tears gathered in her eyes, ‘if I see one tear drop you get another’ Mary said forcing her chubby face so close to Rose’s face that there were flecks of spittle all over her lips and eyelids as signs of her proximity.
Nikky had at this point dropped all signs of coolness and had her mouth hanging open and eyes bulging out of her head, while the seniors continued howling with laughter.
‘Now rat one, you saw that slap eh? Rose nodded ‘I need you to show me exactly how I did that to your friend over there okay?’ Rose turned to look at Nikky much as she had chosen to dislike the girl it didn’t mean she wanted to express it so violently; ‘you have ten seconds before I show you another example’. With that threat Rose saw herself in almost slow motion turn around and swing her arm from her side where it dangled with all the force she didn’t think she possessed; aimed at her opponents cheek and she slapped the living day lights out of Nikky Badru.
The seniors actually fell of their seats on the sink with laughter tears fell down their cheeks as they held their sides. Nikky was sitting on the floor looking dazed while Rose’s was looking fearfully at Senior Mary to see if the slap had met her expectation. Senior Mary was having a hard time keeping the laughter off her face ‘get up jo’ she said to Nikky come here the poor girl shook her head to clear the dazed look off her face and took a few steps closer to her and then ‘senior Mary said now it’s your turn’
‘Ha,’ Rose exclaimed ‘but!’ With a smile of pleasure on her face Nikky blew the centre of her palm for Good luck, pulled back her elbow as though she wanted to punch her in the face and landed a rounded slap in the centre of Rose Ihenacho’s face.
Then, she burst into laughter, senior Mary laughed as though it was a comedy show she was watching, all the seniors were laughing hard until one of them asked them to get out. The two girls walked out with slightly dazed expressions from the dimly lit bathroom corridor to the sunlit court yard. The sounds of other happy kids laughing and walking around in groups was a stark contrast to the girls coming out of the bathroom that hadn’t brought them the relief they had sought when going inside. Both girls gave each other dirty hate filled looks as they walked in different directions both sure the other would never leak their encounter.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Story 2 - Infected nigerians
I sat in the corner of the room, the music thumped off all the objects in the room my heart and ribs inside of me included. Smoke wafted this way and that,the polished laugh of both the females and males in groups all around me sounded like mating calls of the homo sapiens we are.
Its a typical Friday night and for some insane reason i followed my cousin out with her friends. We were both dressed in black but our clothes were nothing alike, she wore a one armed dress with a diamond circle clasp on her right shoulder the black silk of her dress clung to every curve and looked as though she were doing a sexual shimmy every time she moved around and she moved quite frequently i can assure you.
Her braids with curls at the tips were piled high on her head, and had the waves cascading down her back. It looked as though she had fallen out of bed with that sexy tussled look. But we both knew she had gotten Phillip her hair stylist working for nearly two hours,to get it to look like just that, insanely high platforms sandals finished of her posh look.
From the minute we stepped through the doors nearly two hours before i had been on my seat nursing my shandy and she had been across the room speaking with the many people from America where she lived for most of the year she knew.
I on the other hand was wearing a pair of black straight jeans a t-shirt that said, 'thou shall move on to the next' with mid heeled red slip ons, simple i know but that the kind of girl i am.
I mean i would have to be simple minded for me to follow out Yasmine, as she chooses to be called, not by her igbo name that I know her as (Nkemjika). This would be the third time i had gone out with her this Christmas alone and she always promised not to know anyone and she would never leave my side yet, time after time six minutes exactly into the time we have been in the building she is off.
The girls she stood cackling with, each wore a different variation to what it was she was wearing be it in color or cut but all fundamentally the same, this confused me to no end. I mean you hear so much about the store that are all over the place in America and London so why do they all end up wearing the same thing! A real puzzle isn't it?
The guys were even more amazing ordering bottle after bottle of champagne as though trying to out buy each other, when on average they must be spending in excesses on 150,000 naira a night ( about a thousand dollars at least!) Insane! do you know how many beggars they could get off the street with that kind of money? don't even get me started on what that would get for me!
Its a foreign world to me this world in front of my eyes, where the music is a facilitator for whispered conversations in secret lovers ears, where dancing to music means your drunk or don't belong ( i found this out the hard way) a world where your big problem is how your house cleaner wakes you up, before the designated 10am wake up request because they want to clean your room, a place where when you have a flat tire your expected to sit and find someone else you can pay to do it.
It was a world i found hilarious, i mean, i totally envied the fact that their parents worked damn hard enough to afford them a life of luxury, but what they were doing with that world was laughable. It was a shallow shallow plane they had chosen to exist on and i for one wished them nothing but good luck.
I looked over to the door that lead to the VIP section and saw just arriving, a group of guys dressed in the same fashionably slouchy attire ( i call it yuppy)as the rest of the room but these guys were obviously the head of the pack. Four of them walked in, one was extremely tall and skinny he wore a pair of jeans so snug i had to avert my eyes so as not to have the outline of his manhood through his jeans etched in my mind, his jeans lay hanging somewhere around the bottom of his arse and the embellished t-shirt he wore had graffiti and studs and basically would blind anyone who looked at it with the exception of his entourage as they were all were sunglasses. The others were dressed in similar styles but one guy in particular caught my eye more than the others, although fleetingly. He was extremely relaxed, not posing like the others who were standing as though there were photographers standing there taking pictures of their silly stances.
He caught me looking and i blushed, i couldn't believe i did! where was the cynical mocking me i knew? blushing? absurd! You could almost smell the excitement in the air from the women in the VIP section, the room could barely take fifty bodies but it was packed with well over one hundred, there were more exaggerated laughs tossing of long human hair from a lot of the women, in an attempt to catch the newcomers eyes.
I giggled to myself it was hilarious i only wish my best friend fati was there with me. She would have shared my sentiment and we would have spent the night laughing away at the silly rich kids.
I rolled my eyes as i saw the tall lanky 'Mr tight pants' was talking to my cousin, from the hand she was resting familiarly on his shoulder and the loud squeals of laughter from her i knew the three hour maximum limit she promised we would be out was definitely not going to happen.
Dragging my bored exhausted self to the bar i waited for more than fifteen minutes for the bartender to pay attention to my empty glass and come over to my corner of the bar, despite all my pouty attempts i was shamefully unable to catch his eyes with the other gloss covered lips requesting for glasses of champagne in comparison my unglamorous shandy request i was no contest.
'Daniel, please give the lady a glass of champagne i heard behind me,' i turned around in frustration to physically step on the overbearing man who had the gall to speak over my head and skip my turn, to see the laid back guy that caught my eye when he had entered earlier.'i hope champagne would be a fair exchange for the other drink you asked for' he asked with a slight smile, actually no i don't drink champagne. 'Why ever not' he exclaimed his posh British accent playing a melody on my ear. 'I just don't' i said disagreeably 'well, please serve the lady whatever it is she wishes and put it on my tab.'
I had my glass in my hand with thirty seconds, this had my heart burning with annoyance in a way you cannot imagine. 'Is it your accent that has gained you this power at a bar or your money?',i asked bitingly. "would it make a difference which ever it were? you needed a drink you have one" he said simply. Who could argue with that logic? he kept looking at me in this unfathomable manner,as though he wanted to read my thoughts i found it both freaky and exhilarating at the same time.
'Your such a pretty little thing did you know that?" pretty i had heard before little?? never! i am a full size twelve with the boobs and hips to match(and damn proud) so that comment had both my eyebrows up in my hair line he only smiled back in response. 'Its a compliment just accept it, your quite prickly you know' always a sarcastic comment on the tip of your tongue it seems'.
Well he didn't need to know that, that was a classic sign of attraction on my part, i just needed to find out what it was i was attracted to about him and erase it. I hated his type i had to remind myself of that, but my lady bits didn't seem to hear me or weren't listening definitely.
And then it happens a dancehall song comes on the speakers, the reggae vibe is pulsating around the room, and i cant resist, my hips start to move without my consent. I love dancehall, i mean if being a professional dancehall dancer was a career(that made fabulous money like the law career path i am on) i would have chosen that as my field i am that... good. 'You wanna dance?'he asked, a snorted in response 'no offense but i wouldn't want you to scuff a shoe or something this song entails proper dancing not balancing a glass'. He put his drink down on the bar and collected mine and did the same. He led me out of the VIP room downstairs to near the middle of the dance floor.Once he had touched my hand to take me down to dance, there had been an electric current moving up and down my arms, i wouldn't have been able to speak if i wanted to.
We both began swaying in motion to the rhythm of the song our hips grinding into each others or hands always intertwined, his hand was always on one part of my body my hip my waist my tummy each hand sending heat to my core, and then i knew. i knew why they were drawn to each other, if anyone of those guys upsatirs could incite this type of heat in a woman and he knew he had this kind of power we women were destined to fall, there was no hope it was only a matter of when. I was suddenly one of them i wanted Kola in my life i was willing to do the silly laugh and wear sexy clothes to see the look in his eyes when he saw me, i knew he wanted me. Maybe tonight he would be lucky, maybe not but i was willing to accept what ever was to happen between us when it did happen.
to be continued ....
Its a typical Friday night and for some insane reason i followed my cousin out with her friends. We were both dressed in black but our clothes were nothing alike, she wore a one armed dress with a diamond circle clasp on her right shoulder the black silk of her dress clung to every curve and looked as though she were doing a sexual shimmy every time she moved around and she moved quite frequently i can assure you.
Her braids with curls at the tips were piled high on her head, and had the waves cascading down her back. It looked as though she had fallen out of bed with that sexy tussled look. But we both knew she had gotten Phillip her hair stylist working for nearly two hours,to get it to look like just that, insanely high platforms sandals finished of her posh look.
From the minute we stepped through the doors nearly two hours before i had been on my seat nursing my shandy and she had been across the room speaking with the many people from America where she lived for most of the year she knew.
I on the other hand was wearing a pair of black straight jeans a t-shirt that said, 'thou shall move on to the next' with mid heeled red slip ons, simple i know but that the kind of girl i am.
I mean i would have to be simple minded for me to follow out Yasmine, as she chooses to be called, not by her igbo name that I know her as (Nkemjika). This would be the third time i had gone out with her this Christmas alone and she always promised not to know anyone and she would never leave my side yet, time after time six minutes exactly into the time we have been in the building she is off.
The girls she stood cackling with, each wore a different variation to what it was she was wearing be it in color or cut but all fundamentally the same, this confused me to no end. I mean you hear so much about the store that are all over the place in America and London so why do they all end up wearing the same thing! A real puzzle isn't it?
The guys were even more amazing ordering bottle after bottle of champagne as though trying to out buy each other, when on average they must be spending in excesses on 150,000 naira a night ( about a thousand dollars at least!) Insane! do you know how many beggars they could get off the street with that kind of money? don't even get me started on what that would get for me!
Its a foreign world to me this world in front of my eyes, where the music is a facilitator for whispered conversations in secret lovers ears, where dancing to music means your drunk or don't belong ( i found this out the hard way) a world where your big problem is how your house cleaner wakes you up, before the designated 10am wake up request because they want to clean your room, a place where when you have a flat tire your expected to sit and find someone else you can pay to do it.
It was a world i found hilarious, i mean, i totally envied the fact that their parents worked damn hard enough to afford them a life of luxury, but what they were doing with that world was laughable. It was a shallow shallow plane they had chosen to exist on and i for one wished them nothing but good luck.
I looked over to the door that lead to the VIP section and saw just arriving, a group of guys dressed in the same fashionably slouchy attire ( i call it yuppy)as the rest of the room but these guys were obviously the head of the pack. Four of them walked in, one was extremely tall and skinny he wore a pair of jeans so snug i had to avert my eyes so as not to have the outline of his manhood through his jeans etched in my mind, his jeans lay hanging somewhere around the bottom of his arse and the embellished t-shirt he wore had graffiti and studs and basically would blind anyone who looked at it with the exception of his entourage as they were all were sunglasses. The others were dressed in similar styles but one guy in particular caught my eye more than the others, although fleetingly. He was extremely relaxed, not posing like the others who were standing as though there were photographers standing there taking pictures of their silly stances.
He caught me looking and i blushed, i couldn't believe i did! where was the cynical mocking me i knew? blushing? absurd! You could almost smell the excitement in the air from the women in the VIP section, the room could barely take fifty bodies but it was packed with well over one hundred, there were more exaggerated laughs tossing of long human hair from a lot of the women, in an attempt to catch the newcomers eyes.
I giggled to myself it was hilarious i only wish my best friend fati was there with me. She would have shared my sentiment and we would have spent the night laughing away at the silly rich kids.
I rolled my eyes as i saw the tall lanky 'Mr tight pants' was talking to my cousin, from the hand she was resting familiarly on his shoulder and the loud squeals of laughter from her i knew the three hour maximum limit she promised we would be out was definitely not going to happen.
Dragging my bored exhausted self to the bar i waited for more than fifteen minutes for the bartender to pay attention to my empty glass and come over to my corner of the bar, despite all my pouty attempts i was shamefully unable to catch his eyes with the other gloss covered lips requesting for glasses of champagne in comparison my unglamorous shandy request i was no contest.
'Daniel, please give the lady a glass of champagne i heard behind me,' i turned around in frustration to physically step on the overbearing man who had the gall to speak over my head and skip my turn, to see the laid back guy that caught my eye when he had entered earlier.'i hope champagne would be a fair exchange for the other drink you asked for' he asked with a slight smile, actually no i don't drink champagne. 'Why ever not' he exclaimed his posh British accent playing a melody on my ear. 'I just don't' i said disagreeably 'well, please serve the lady whatever it is she wishes and put it on my tab.'
I had my glass in my hand with thirty seconds, this had my heart burning with annoyance in a way you cannot imagine. 'Is it your accent that has gained you this power at a bar or your money?',i asked bitingly. "would it make a difference which ever it were? you needed a drink you have one" he said simply. Who could argue with that logic? he kept looking at me in this unfathomable manner,as though he wanted to read my thoughts i found it both freaky and exhilarating at the same time.
'Your such a pretty little thing did you know that?" pretty i had heard before little?? never! i am a full size twelve with the boobs and hips to match(and damn proud) so that comment had both my eyebrows up in my hair line he only smiled back in response. 'Its a compliment just accept it, your quite prickly you know' always a sarcastic comment on the tip of your tongue it seems'.
Well he didn't need to know that, that was a classic sign of attraction on my part, i just needed to find out what it was i was attracted to about him and erase it. I hated his type i had to remind myself of that, but my lady bits didn't seem to hear me or weren't listening definitely.
And then it happens a dancehall song comes on the speakers, the reggae vibe is pulsating around the room, and i cant resist, my hips start to move without my consent. I love dancehall, i mean if being a professional dancehall dancer was a career(that made fabulous money like the law career path i am on) i would have chosen that as my field i am that... good. 'You wanna dance?'he asked, a snorted in response 'no offense but i wouldn't want you to scuff a shoe or something this song entails proper dancing not balancing a glass'. He put his drink down on the bar and collected mine and did the same. He led me out of the VIP room downstairs to near the middle of the dance floor.Once he had touched my hand to take me down to dance, there had been an electric current moving up and down my arms, i wouldn't have been able to speak if i wanted to.
We both began swaying in motion to the rhythm of the song our hips grinding into each others or hands always intertwined, his hand was always on one part of my body my hip my waist my tummy each hand sending heat to my core, and then i knew. i knew why they were drawn to each other, if anyone of those guys upsatirs could incite this type of heat in a woman and he knew he had this kind of power we women were destined to fall, there was no hope it was only a matter of when. I was suddenly one of them i wanted Kola in my life i was willing to do the silly laugh and wear sexy clothes to see the look in his eyes when he saw me, i knew he wanted me. Maybe tonight he would be lucky, maybe not but i was willing to accept what ever was to happen between us when it did happen.
to be continued ....
Story 1 - Ashinonye
As Ashinonye lay wrapped in the pure white bed sheet, the air conditioner blowing cool air around the room was the only sound in the room as she mentally willed the fat balding man that lay on the bed next to her out of the room so she could count the bundle of cash that lay beside the bed.
'Nonni men I love the way go down on me, next time try and swallow,' he said crudely to her with a twisted smile. She resisted the urge to spew the bile in her stomach across the white bed sheet. ‘Dirty bastard’ she thought but smiled accordingly 'yes senator, definitely 'she replied.
He got up and pulled his white kaftan over his head slipped his feet in his palm slippers and started a conversation on his phone that had started ringing at the same time. Irritation bubbled in her throat she had three other men to see today and senator was taking way over the estimated time she had planned for his visit.
As she slid off the bed the sheet dropped from her honey colored skin, her long blond hair tinted to match her oyibo skin swept around her shoulders her full breasts jutted against the low cut black wrap around dress she swung around her shoulders and put back on it did nothing for her none existent hips which she blamed on her white ancestry but her full breasts that made men stare at her both rich and poor men alike were shown off in the best light.
She sat at the dresser and used kajal to high light her large brown eyes when she finished with that then pulled out a tube of mascara from her Gucci bag, a present from the Chief Wawa it was her first designer bag. One of her older lovers, he had been extremely impressed with himself when he gave it to her, 'Nonni I got you a present while I was in Italy, remember I told you I had a conference there on Monday' he said, lying in the hotel bed with the sheets wrapped around his gaunt waist he looked so frail as though he would break his lean body if he lay on top of her, luckily he preferred that she ride him for the four minutes that the sex between them lasted.
She had no use for such things but she was fully aware of how much importance such ‘gifts’ amongst her friends. The senator walked out of the bathroom and waved a hand in her direction she slapped a huge smile on her face, flashed her teeth back ant him and blew a kiss, 'next week when you get back from china call me?' She mouthed at him he nodded as he closed the door.
She wiped the fake expression off her face and walked over to the dresser to get the money, a bundle of five packets wrapped together with twine 500,000 naira she thought hmm well at least it’s something she thought with a shrug.
As she gathered her things together she sent a text message to her next appointment
‘Hey darl stuck in traffic in GRA will be in VI in 30 mins pls don’t be mad see you soon, kisses xx’
Snapping her phone shut she scanned the room and bathroom to make sure she hadn’t left any of her personal belongings behind as she swung the heavy hotel room door shut behind her.
She was ignorant of all the men who threw admiring glances at her as she left the hotel, as she walked out of the lobby her mind wandered back to that morning at home, her father was in a fit of rage yet again because one of their neighbours in the compound had blocked his car. As she tried to calm him down he directed his rage at her yet again, she had grown a shell of protection around herself over the years and she was able to deflect as always till she had him settled back down. He always attacked her through her mother, she had no recollection of her at all and she had died of HIV aids nine years ago. So she only had her father’s comments to know about her and there was nothing positive he ever had to say.
Her father’s comments that morning had cut deep, ‘you have a lot of things in common with your mother, it amazes me everyday just how much’. It had come across exactly how he wanted it to, an insult that cut to her heart like a knife. It never seemed to satisfy him how hard she worked in her academics or how helpful she was around the house. Or that she had learnt his language of German so perfectly, that she had begun to put it down on documents as her first language.
Her mother and father had met at a bar in Victoria island, her mother had walked up to him and had used the line ‘ im sure I can guess what country you’re from’ as her line to strike up a conversation, and it worked because they had talked for hours and hours. Her father had just been in the country for a few days at that time, working with a breweries that was looking to bring their business to Nigeria then in the early 80’s and he had been a part of the research team sent to examine the market and possible costs and locations before the company made any definite move.
Two colleagues and the guide who was taking them around as well as her father Ben were at the bar together when they met, after a little while when her father told the others he would be up in his room if they needed him, the silent tour guide shook his head but kept his opinion to himself, the man would find out soon enough that he was to pay for the company he’d received.
The girl, Pam had gone on and on about herself saying she was a student and that her parents were dead, that she was in school studying medicine how she wished to be a doctor to help sick people. He had found her charming and entertaining her constant girlish giggle reminded him of her age of twenty which seemed so young compared to his 40 years.
They had made love late that night. Him in a drunken and highly excited state as the last time he had had sex was with his ex wife 18months before and his eagerness to show his prowess only made him fumble more, yet her youth was belied in her experience, she knew how to touch his limp manhood when he ejaculated in his trousers before he even got close to her wetness she had no nervousness or shyness which he may have noticed if he had not been in desperate need of release.
Their time together went well into the night, at the end of many love making sessions she woke him up to say she was leaving. The alcohol slightly less in his system from his rest, he took in her see through red skimpy dress and excessive make up with different eyes, he grunted and shook off her hand as he crawled deeper under the covers. ‘I need my money, its 20,000 naira’ she said tapping her foot impatiently ‘for what’ he said in his heavily affected accent, ‘for me working for you my dear’ she said with no smile he sat up with a confused look on his face ‘we had a nice time we had a couple of drinks we had sex? Why would I pay you?’ He asked a look of genuine confusion crossed his face. ‘Look’ she said as she knew from their earlier conversations he was new to Nigeria.
She sat on the edge of the bed and thought quickly it might the best for me to just lie than tell him the truth. That he is just another customer to me, not a boyfriend or anything. ‘I need it to pay my school fees’, she choked out behind a fake sob, ‘i-I haven’t been able to pay for exams so I have been kicked out of school and this is the only way I could think of to pay for school’ he immediately sat up with concern. ‘I’m so sorry I can’t believe things can be that bad and there is no one you could go to? To help’ he asked in disbelief. ‘No one’ she lied the tears glimmering in her eyes as she bent her head. He quickly shuffled around his suitcase for the money, here he said as he shoved well over the amount in her hands, she wasn’t sure if he was drunk, or if this was his way to assist the needy of Nigeria, she scanned the amount and saw that it was over what she needed.
She hugged him briefly; bless you she said with barely contained excitement. He knee high boots making a quick clunking sound as she hurried to the door before he could come to his senses and ask for his money back, how will we keep in touch he asked, ill call the hotel room she reassured him with that the door clicked closed behind her.
The next day at breakfast the tour guide laughed at his story and told him the history of prostitutes and foreigners and assured him he should be glad she didn’t rob him.
Nine months later he received a call from the security post of his newly set up office for the breweries that there was a young lady waiting for him with a small child at the front post confused, yet sure it was one of the workers wives coming to explain the absence of one of the factory workers.
Pam stood in the dirty little room of the security post, holding a dirty bundle of wrappers to her chest ‘hello, Ben I came to give you your child, I can’t take care of her anymore’. She said abruptly. ‘I don’t understand he said confused I don’t have any fucking child’, he replied stupidly, ‘well she is, you can do a test to check if you want but I am leaving her here no matter what, so chose, I leave her with you or I drop her on the next rubbish pile I see?’ He stood confused ‘this is insane’ he said she lay the child on an empty chair next to her and turned to walk away. This is my mother’s number if you ever need anything but please don’t contact me. I don’t want to be a part of her life. With that she turned and walked away into the busy street. He stood there for more than ten minutes reeling; the three security guards who had witnessed the exchange also stood in surprise one of the guards an old man, lifted the gently cooing child and handed her gently to the father. 'She looks like you sir' he said.
Nonni flicked her blond locks out of her eyes as she slid on her black Roberto cavalli frames and pressed the automatic lock on her Honda accord opening the door as she slid into the car. The don moen cd continued playing 'Jesus is mine' on the stereo as she pulled out of the protea hotel Maryland.
Heading in the direction off the island she mentally made a check list of the rest of her day. Meeting up with her two friends from school was the highlight of her day; their plans for lunch had been the first time they had all been able to make plans together in the two years the two cousins had gone away to school in America.
The three girls had met on the first day of school seven years ago, walking in the gate Nonni had been filled with complete terror walking in to the school the international school was a mix of rich children.
As a girl who mad grown up in the side streets of yaba, knew her place in the world and that school wasn’t it. But her father had insisted that since she had done so well on the entrance exams that she go and also knew it would be an excellent place to make good business contacts for himself, But this was unnecessary information to convey to his daughter.
Holding her books closed to her chest in a death grip she walked as slowly as possible towards her new class room 101A, as though making her way to the guillotine the screaming excited kids running around their voices and screams reminded her of the cat calls she heard late at night on the rusted tin roof of their two bed room bungalow, she missed the quiet of her pink haven with pictures of all the American movie stars whose constant unwavering gazes were the closest to the comforting gaze of a friend she had had.
She had met lily first and lily was from the sort of home she thought had existed in the movies only child in a 10 bedroom home, with dotting parents who catered to her every need. She loved lily but she had realised very early on that no matter how deep their friendship grew their background was as different as night and day. KK was lily’s cousin and was a sweet child she had grown up abroad and her parents had left she needed to get in touch with her roots which was why she lived in lily’s and went home every holiday.
As she turned into Adeola adesola on Victoria hotel to the crown hotel she gave a sigh Barrister Chukwueka was a very rich man and having a mixed race lover got him very excited, he was very generous whenever he had the time to see her which was usually once or twice a month. he loved to take her along with him on business trips but then refused for her to leave the hotel room which she found ridiculous but for the fact that he gave her as much as ten thousand dollars at the departure hall to shop she kept her complaints to herself.
Ashinonye knew that she would continue to sleep with the men she was involved with and more that were to come, each relationship represented power for her, independent. She already had gotten more money in the last two years than she had thought she would, but it wasn’t just about the money. It was about her being able to show her dad she may be from the same cloth as her mother. But she was smarted, making more money each time she got naked and into the bed with a man but also she would not get pregnant. She never wanted children, she tied her tubes the year before to make sure of that.
She knew not to trust anyone with her secrets her life was her own and her secrets were hers to keep. Her mother had been a prostitute but not a smart one or good one. From her mothers sister who was the only one who she kept in contact with on her maternal side and she had revealed her mother was the same as the ugly prostitute who stood on the road for little amounts of money, her father gave her mother the largest amount she had ever received as a prostitute, yet she continued.
For her to have the kind of life she desired she would need to make a lot of money fast money and since selling her body was in her genes she thought to herself why not sell to the highest bidder. With this thought she got in the lift and headed to room 601.
'Nonni men I love the way go down on me, next time try and swallow,' he said crudely to her with a twisted smile. She resisted the urge to spew the bile in her stomach across the white bed sheet. ‘Dirty bastard’ she thought but smiled accordingly 'yes senator, definitely 'she replied.
He got up and pulled his white kaftan over his head slipped his feet in his palm slippers and started a conversation on his phone that had started ringing at the same time. Irritation bubbled in her throat she had three other men to see today and senator was taking way over the estimated time she had planned for his visit.
As she slid off the bed the sheet dropped from her honey colored skin, her long blond hair tinted to match her oyibo skin swept around her shoulders her full breasts jutted against the low cut black wrap around dress she swung around her shoulders and put back on it did nothing for her none existent hips which she blamed on her white ancestry but her full breasts that made men stare at her both rich and poor men alike were shown off in the best light.
She sat at the dresser and used kajal to high light her large brown eyes when she finished with that then pulled out a tube of mascara from her Gucci bag, a present from the Chief Wawa it was her first designer bag. One of her older lovers, he had been extremely impressed with himself when he gave it to her, 'Nonni I got you a present while I was in Italy, remember I told you I had a conference there on Monday' he said, lying in the hotel bed with the sheets wrapped around his gaunt waist he looked so frail as though he would break his lean body if he lay on top of her, luckily he preferred that she ride him for the four minutes that the sex between them lasted.
She had no use for such things but she was fully aware of how much importance such ‘gifts’ amongst her friends. The senator walked out of the bathroom and waved a hand in her direction she slapped a huge smile on her face, flashed her teeth back ant him and blew a kiss, 'next week when you get back from china call me?' She mouthed at him he nodded as he closed the door.
She wiped the fake expression off her face and walked over to the dresser to get the money, a bundle of five packets wrapped together with twine 500,000 naira she thought hmm well at least it’s something she thought with a shrug.
As she gathered her things together she sent a text message to her next appointment
‘Hey darl stuck in traffic in GRA will be in VI in 30 mins pls don’t be mad see you soon, kisses xx’
Snapping her phone shut she scanned the room and bathroom to make sure she hadn’t left any of her personal belongings behind as she swung the heavy hotel room door shut behind her.
She was ignorant of all the men who threw admiring glances at her as she left the hotel, as she walked out of the lobby her mind wandered back to that morning at home, her father was in a fit of rage yet again because one of their neighbours in the compound had blocked his car. As she tried to calm him down he directed his rage at her yet again, she had grown a shell of protection around herself over the years and she was able to deflect as always till she had him settled back down. He always attacked her through her mother, she had no recollection of her at all and she had died of HIV aids nine years ago. So she only had her father’s comments to know about her and there was nothing positive he ever had to say.
Her father’s comments that morning had cut deep, ‘you have a lot of things in common with your mother, it amazes me everyday just how much’. It had come across exactly how he wanted it to, an insult that cut to her heart like a knife. It never seemed to satisfy him how hard she worked in her academics or how helpful she was around the house. Or that she had learnt his language of German so perfectly, that she had begun to put it down on documents as her first language.
Her mother and father had met at a bar in Victoria island, her mother had walked up to him and had used the line ‘ im sure I can guess what country you’re from’ as her line to strike up a conversation, and it worked because they had talked for hours and hours. Her father had just been in the country for a few days at that time, working with a breweries that was looking to bring their business to Nigeria then in the early 80’s and he had been a part of the research team sent to examine the market and possible costs and locations before the company made any definite move.
Two colleagues and the guide who was taking them around as well as her father Ben were at the bar together when they met, after a little while when her father told the others he would be up in his room if they needed him, the silent tour guide shook his head but kept his opinion to himself, the man would find out soon enough that he was to pay for the company he’d received.
The girl, Pam had gone on and on about herself saying she was a student and that her parents were dead, that she was in school studying medicine how she wished to be a doctor to help sick people. He had found her charming and entertaining her constant girlish giggle reminded him of her age of twenty which seemed so young compared to his 40 years.
They had made love late that night. Him in a drunken and highly excited state as the last time he had had sex was with his ex wife 18months before and his eagerness to show his prowess only made him fumble more, yet her youth was belied in her experience, she knew how to touch his limp manhood when he ejaculated in his trousers before he even got close to her wetness she had no nervousness or shyness which he may have noticed if he had not been in desperate need of release.
Their time together went well into the night, at the end of many love making sessions she woke him up to say she was leaving. The alcohol slightly less in his system from his rest, he took in her see through red skimpy dress and excessive make up with different eyes, he grunted and shook off her hand as he crawled deeper under the covers. ‘I need my money, its 20,000 naira’ she said tapping her foot impatiently ‘for what’ he said in his heavily affected accent, ‘for me working for you my dear’ she said with no smile he sat up with a confused look on his face ‘we had a nice time we had a couple of drinks we had sex? Why would I pay you?’ He asked a look of genuine confusion crossed his face. ‘Look’ she said as she knew from their earlier conversations he was new to Nigeria.
She sat on the edge of the bed and thought quickly it might the best for me to just lie than tell him the truth. That he is just another customer to me, not a boyfriend or anything. ‘I need it to pay my school fees’, she choked out behind a fake sob, ‘i-I haven’t been able to pay for exams so I have been kicked out of school and this is the only way I could think of to pay for school’ he immediately sat up with concern. ‘I’m so sorry I can’t believe things can be that bad and there is no one you could go to? To help’ he asked in disbelief. ‘No one’ she lied the tears glimmering in her eyes as she bent her head. He quickly shuffled around his suitcase for the money, here he said as he shoved well over the amount in her hands, she wasn’t sure if he was drunk, or if this was his way to assist the needy of Nigeria, she scanned the amount and saw that it was over what she needed.
She hugged him briefly; bless you she said with barely contained excitement. He knee high boots making a quick clunking sound as she hurried to the door before he could come to his senses and ask for his money back, how will we keep in touch he asked, ill call the hotel room she reassured him with that the door clicked closed behind her.
The next day at breakfast the tour guide laughed at his story and told him the history of prostitutes and foreigners and assured him he should be glad she didn’t rob him.
Nine months later he received a call from the security post of his newly set up office for the breweries that there was a young lady waiting for him with a small child at the front post confused, yet sure it was one of the workers wives coming to explain the absence of one of the factory workers.
Pam stood in the dirty little room of the security post, holding a dirty bundle of wrappers to her chest ‘hello, Ben I came to give you your child, I can’t take care of her anymore’. She said abruptly. ‘I don’t understand he said confused I don’t have any fucking child’, he replied stupidly, ‘well she is, you can do a test to check if you want but I am leaving her here no matter what, so chose, I leave her with you or I drop her on the next rubbish pile I see?’ He stood confused ‘this is insane’ he said she lay the child on an empty chair next to her and turned to walk away. This is my mother’s number if you ever need anything but please don’t contact me. I don’t want to be a part of her life. With that she turned and walked away into the busy street. He stood there for more than ten minutes reeling; the three security guards who had witnessed the exchange also stood in surprise one of the guards an old man, lifted the gently cooing child and handed her gently to the father. 'She looks like you sir' he said.
Nonni flicked her blond locks out of her eyes as she slid on her black Roberto cavalli frames and pressed the automatic lock on her Honda accord opening the door as she slid into the car. The don moen cd continued playing 'Jesus is mine' on the stereo as she pulled out of the protea hotel Maryland.
Heading in the direction off the island she mentally made a check list of the rest of her day. Meeting up with her two friends from school was the highlight of her day; their plans for lunch had been the first time they had all been able to make plans together in the two years the two cousins had gone away to school in America.
The three girls had met on the first day of school seven years ago, walking in the gate Nonni had been filled with complete terror walking in to the school the international school was a mix of rich children.
As a girl who mad grown up in the side streets of yaba, knew her place in the world and that school wasn’t it. But her father had insisted that since she had done so well on the entrance exams that she go and also knew it would be an excellent place to make good business contacts for himself, But this was unnecessary information to convey to his daughter.
Holding her books closed to her chest in a death grip she walked as slowly as possible towards her new class room 101A, as though making her way to the guillotine the screaming excited kids running around their voices and screams reminded her of the cat calls she heard late at night on the rusted tin roof of their two bed room bungalow, she missed the quiet of her pink haven with pictures of all the American movie stars whose constant unwavering gazes were the closest to the comforting gaze of a friend she had had.
She had met lily first and lily was from the sort of home she thought had existed in the movies only child in a 10 bedroom home, with dotting parents who catered to her every need. She loved lily but she had realised very early on that no matter how deep their friendship grew their background was as different as night and day. KK was lily’s cousin and was a sweet child she had grown up abroad and her parents had left she needed to get in touch with her roots which was why she lived in lily’s and went home every holiday.
As she turned into Adeola adesola on Victoria hotel to the crown hotel she gave a sigh Barrister Chukwueka was a very rich man and having a mixed race lover got him very excited, he was very generous whenever he had the time to see her which was usually once or twice a month. he loved to take her along with him on business trips but then refused for her to leave the hotel room which she found ridiculous but for the fact that he gave her as much as ten thousand dollars at the departure hall to shop she kept her complaints to herself.
Ashinonye knew that she would continue to sleep with the men she was involved with and more that were to come, each relationship represented power for her, independent. She already had gotten more money in the last two years than she had thought she would, but it wasn’t just about the money. It was about her being able to show her dad she may be from the same cloth as her mother. But she was smarted, making more money each time she got naked and into the bed with a man but also she would not get pregnant. She never wanted children, she tied her tubes the year before to make sure of that.
She knew not to trust anyone with her secrets her life was her own and her secrets were hers to keep. Her mother had been a prostitute but not a smart one or good one. From her mothers sister who was the only one who she kept in contact with on her maternal side and she had revealed her mother was the same as the ugly prostitute who stood on the road for little amounts of money, her father gave her mother the largest amount she had ever received as a prostitute, yet she continued.
For her to have the kind of life she desired she would need to make a lot of money fast money and since selling her body was in her genes she thought to herself why not sell to the highest bidder. With this thought she got in the lift and headed to room 601.
Intro to writing 101
I am an aspiring writer, correction a writer. Pple that know me may not even know this, but i am. Its the one thing i have been consistent about since i was 10 years old. I have written more than 5o stories from the age of about 8 till date and one of my dreams of 2010 would be to ensure this life long long dream becomes a reality.
Amen!
So ill be posting loads and loads of stories except my masterpieces which youll have to see when the come out in paper back :-) but i really hope you guys enjoy it and this is dedicated to my sis who kicks me in the but daily! to put my million ideas a minute stories on paper.
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