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I was moody.

I was glad I was with Timi, I expect him to make me feel better in no time. Although I kept replaying everything that happened between Jafar and myself, I had to focus on the present.

As Timi drove along, I tried figuring out the best time to tell him that I kissed Jafar..

Timi : are you okay? You look sad…

Me: I am good Timi, how far is the apartment?

Timi: It’s just the next street. Dapo, the guy who owns the place has travelled to Dubai, I have the keys…

Me: oh..thats good..

Timi: we are going to have so much fun…I know we are mourning but I will try to make you enjoy yourself..

Me: thank you, Timi.

Timi: don’t thank me, you know I love you…

I gave him a squeeze on the shoulder.

The apartment was a two-bedroom flat, sparsely decorated. As soon as we entered the room, Timi held me close..

TImi: you are the most important person to me…

Me: I am glad dear..

TImi: I know we are not where we should be now, but I have no doubt we will get there.

I remained in his arms for a while, I looked at his eyes and I saw love and admiration. I told myself I was at the right place..

Me: let me take my bath…

Timi: can I join you?…

Me: hahahahaha…rubbish boy…

I was in the bathroom, as the water splattered against my skin, I found myself thinking about Jafar again, the way he kissed me…held me…

I realized I was touching myself so I stopped

When I got back to the bedroom.. Timi had two wraps of beef-burger, a plastic bottle of coke and a plastic bottle of Sprite. I wore an over-sized jersey that Timi had given me, I was Unclad beneath…

Timi : Coke or Sprite?

Me: Sprite…

I initially enjoyed the Burger, but I soon got tired of it. Timi was done with his and proceeded to take a shower. I wanted to text Jafar, but I decided against it. I had to make a confession to Timi, that was my priority..i skimmed the Tv for programs to watch, Galaxy TV was the only clear station…I abandoned the Tv.

Timi entered the room with only a Towel around his waist.

Me: Fine boy…

He came to me, pushed me so that my back was pressed to the bed. The Jersey I was wearing slid up my thighs..He was on me, I had to spread my legs to accommodate his body.

He rested on his elbows…

Our faces were inches apart…he wanted to kiss me, but I had to tell him what happened between Jafar and myself before I let him..

Me: Timi I have to tell you something…

He raised his head up, his waist was still on mine, I could still feel the rod-like hardness on me..

Timi: is it about Jafar?

Me: yes..

Timi: oh my God, don’t tell me you have slept with him…

Me: No….but I kissed him…twice…

Timi: thank God you didn’t ….

Me: you don’t mind that I kissed him?

Timi: I do but…I know you like him..i just hope I can win all your affection back that you don’t go back to him…I don’t deserve you…I know that…but I want to fight for you..

Me : awwwww…so sweet…

He came down and kissed me…his hands pressed against my bosom until he found my Tips…

TImi: I miss this…

His other hand went beneath the Jersey…he started stroking me…

Me: Timi , I have something else to tell you…

Timi: cant we talk later?

Me: now…

TImi: what is it, my love?

Me: I am sorry but I have to break up with you…

Timi: what?

Me: I love you…I will always do…you know this… but I am not inlove with you anymore…

Timi: Jafar right?

I nodded…

He stood up with his arms held akimbo.

Timi: we can work through this..i understand…

let us just build what we had from the scratch..

Me: my mind is made up , Timileyin..

Timi: over a cultist?

Me: I am sorry…

Timi: you are not thinking straight..

Me: I am…for the first time in a while…

Timi: so whats next?

Me: I have to go back to him, I belong with him…

Timi: what if he doesn’t want you?

Me: that’s the difference I guess…I love him not because I want him to love me in return…its enough for me just to love him..

I didn’t expect Timi to drive me back to Ago, but I didn’t expect him to dress up and just leave the house like that…

I took my bag, wore my slippers and went to look for Taxi, to take me to Ago…to Jafar..

The taxi that stopped to pick me wasn’t the type of taxi I would have gotten into but at that time of the night, I had no choice. I placed my bags on the bag seat, and joined him in front. I was careful while entering the front seat, I didn’t want the Jersey to expose my unclothedness.

On the way to Ago, I kept calling Timi but he didn’t pick up the phone. I didn’t call Jafar because I knew he was going to scold me. I started a conversation with the driver, he seemed about my age, I noticed he was staring at my chest, the cold night was having an effect on my nips.

Me: are you ACN or PDP?

Driver : madam I swear, na whoever give me money I go support…all of them be thieves

Me: that money go turn your belle o…

Driver: na lie, na my own part of the national cake. Everybody know say na Gbenga Daniel go win, but if ACN wan waste their money, wetin concern me?

Me: are you married?

Driver: yes, I get three pikin sef..

Me: no vex o, how old are you?

Driver: 24 yrs, this December.

Me: hmmmm..how is madam?

Driver: she dey fine…

I decided to discontinue the conversation, he probably wouldn’t understand if I told him he had probably spoilt his life before it even started.

Due to the recent student killings, the town was scanty, even the indigenes of Ago-iwoye stayed indoors after dark. I told the driver to take me to Aiyegbami, but as we approached Jafar’s house, he stopped.

Me: take me closer na..

Driver: no vex madam, around this time I no fit carry you reach that side. The guys wey dey stay there whoski!

Me: just go front small…

Driver: abeg no vex, na here I go turn back.

I took a look at the three bags at the bag seat, Jafar’s house was still about 70m from our position. But the driver wasn’t moving an inch.

So I got down and started the agonizing walk to his house.

It was dark, the path leading to the house had wild bourgenvilla growing at opposite ends. The pink flowers was an irony to the kind of guys that they led to. I must have been very silly to have left Timi’s house like this, I looked at myself with only a Jersey on. At least I would have put on panties. As I approached the house

I heard footsteps behind me. I was scared…

Voice: who goes there?

I kept walking, forgetting how heavy the bags were, I walked faster..

Voice: stop, you they crase!

I had to stop at that point, the voice wasn’t joking. In no time, two guys were infront of me, they shone a light on my face that temporarily blinded me…

Guy (Voice): Oh madam! Na you…you for talk na…

I looked at the guy talking, he was light skinned in complexion, he wore a black over-all , the other guy with him wore the same, but he was dark in complexion. I didn’t know them.

Me: I am going to the house.

I pointed to Jafar’s crib.

They insisted in helping me carry a bag each, I noticed that they quicky put something around their waste…guns

I thanked them after we got to the front of the house, they dropped the bags and disappeared into the night..I knocked for about 3 minutes with no response..

Me: Hellooooooo!..

The curtain beside the door, shifted abit…I couldn’t make out the face but it peeked at me.

The door opened, as I entered, I was surrounded by about twelve guys, they were all trying to hide their guys…I saw it..

It occurred to me that my knocking must have alerted them of an intruder…the smell of cigarette and marijuana was faintly hidden.

Uche was standing at the corner, his pump-action was too large to hide, he gave up and placed it on the snooker table…

Uche : welcome..wetin you buy come for us?

Me: myself…

I realized the statement looked awkward, especially with the way I was dressed…some of the guys tried to hide their smiles with a cough or two…I was slightly embarrassed..

Uche: Jafar dey him room..

And with that, they turned their back on me and started saying things I didn’t bother to comprehend…

I knocked on Jafar’s door…

Jafar : come in!..

As I entered the room, I didn’t see anybody… until I felt a cold metal on my cheek..

I turned in the metal holder’s direction..

Jafar : Tana…what are you doing here?

Me: nothing…I just came to say “hi”

He laughed as he lowered his gun….i had missed his laugh..

WATCH OUT FOR PART 53


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  1. jennifer says:

    omg so cool

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