EX GIRLFRIEND PART 3

Johnson, is Charlene your ex girlfriend or your girlfriend? She’s my ex he said. And she has three tops here. I picked the blue jacket to wear and found out his passport was inside. I dipped my hand inside to remove the passport and drop but there was a G string tied to the passport. Then I knew the whole Charlene’s issue was an issue to deliberate on. The only problem I had was his confidence in this whole thing. He sounded so convinced about the status of Charlene. I wasn’t comfortable though, but little could I do. In the midst of this I fell into his arms and Johnson started whispering these words into my ears.

Johnson: Lucia, there are subjective incidences that pull things together to elevate the reasons for emotions to stair up in people. My entirety craves for an occasion of exposing the certainty of a prospect around you. I met the criteria for this success between both of us with your realization, which humbly creates a humid peripheral and substantiates the existential feeling. Do you understand? And stupidly Lucia said yes.  These are called beautiful nonsense. 

We are matured people thus some things must not be hidden again. I won’t lie to you about an affair that has ended as if it hasn’t. What would I gain by speaking in deceitfulness with my own self? If providence permits I would love to take you into my future.  Be the mother of my children; be that lady I would wake up to see every morning. Because to me you are new every morning. 

The words sank like titanic into my brain. He has pulled the jacket and my shirt but I was lost in the dreams of his expression. It was when his mouth got to my nipple that I realized I was just a step away from sex. He stopped after a while and pulled a cover over me as we laid ion his bed. We looked at each other and laughed. Johnson said: why should I rush, when I would have it forever? That was the confidence that finally got me undressed. My participation in the whole activity was great. I gave him all both within and outside. He was very good with his dick and subtle in touch. When we were done I went to the kitchen to make something for us to eat. I started feeling like a lady that has been proposed to. 

After eating I went to his room to confirm for other belongings of Charlene but found none. The jersey smelt musty and the panties were even torn. I threw it away. I arranged his clothes and lay on the bed. I stumbled on his phone and the messages were tempting. I opened it and saw Charlene’s conversation. He was begging Johnson that she wanted to come over that same day. I was bothered and decided I would sleep at his place that night. I needed to protect my boyfriend from this vampire called Charlene. 

I joined him in the living room and complained about him not telling me about the fact that he and Charlene are still contacting themselves. He said Charlene has a major problem. She is obsessed about him. She can go any length to provoke any lady beside him but he knows with me around I’ll stay by him. He has ordered his security men not to allow Charlene into this compound any longer but…. And the last problem is she seems possessed. How do you mean I asked? If Charlene wants something; you can hardly say no. at that point I pulled my shirt again. I am not going anywhere this night.

The night was a sleepless night. It seems he was waiting for darkness to come to unleash his animalistic tendencies. My waist was broken with turnings and bends from the masterpiece of a sex master. Johnson slept like a baby afterwards as I watched over him. I woke up before him and needed to shower and go home. I picked up his phone after a beep and the message read from

 Charlene: how far brother, you don fuck that Lucia girl now? badt guyzzzzz……………………….

I didn’t understand until I ……

EX GIRLFRIEND PART 2

Johnson: Charlene was my ex girlfriend’s supposed friend. They were classmates and flat mates when in the university. They were practically close that their parents were aware of their sisterhood. Nothing can come between them, except for a man. And  i didn't know that until i was in the picture.

 Serena is this nagging girlfriend no man wants to keep but for some other reasons you can’t tell her off. What this means is that; quarrels are constants. She complains about everything. If you are one minute late for an appointment, she talks about it for one hour. Nobody is as suspicious as her, she suspects everybody around you. She was on the verge of killing my social world but as I said earlier; there is a part of her that keeps calling. Serena’s best friend who is Charlene is the opposite. She doesn't complain, she isn’t too jealous, she doesn't find fault. She is just this lady that looks so focused on the altar. Her perception of a man being the head is awarding. Her talks about the future and how good it would be keeps a thought of maturity around her. We all felt though Charlene was 24 within she is forty.

Chelsea had just scored the second goal and the arena was out with so much noise. We were all happy that Man U can now believe we are back. The winning streak of Arsenal and Man U has been broken by Chelsea. Drogba was to be named man of the match. It was a critical and deciding match. There was no fan of both clubs left out that particular evening. In all these excitement; my phone was ringing. I didn’t know my lovely Serena had mistakenly cut herself with a razor. She wanted to tell me as she needed some attention. The ecstasy of the match and the ambiance of the arena didn’t keep me active enough to realize there was a call to pick. As I was walking out with some friends I called my girlfriend to show my overwhelming joy of victory my club has given today. That was the greatest insult I’ve ever had. It was three minutes twenty seven seconds and all I said was hello. She took over the supposed conversation and delivered the insults and curses. When I got home I really cried and I swore to myself; it was over.

She tried calling the next morning for apologies but it was really over between us. I won’t manage such issue with an appeal that always has a re occurrence. I tried moving on but something always drew me back. I took three days off from work and I ran to Calabar. I switched off my phone to kill her expectations. With my phone off for three days I knew she would be in so much pain. I walked out of my …… hotel; it was my second day. I heard Calabar had a lovely boat cruise and a slave museum. Thus I needed a treat. The sight I saw caught my attention as I didn’t expect it. I would have dodged but she saw me also.

 It was Charlene and in my mind I thought she got me again. She walked close and we greeted like ex lovers. The hug was so tight that I felt everything about her. The softness of the body was felt instantly but I dare not. Nobody tries Serena. What are you doing here I asked her. She said it was an interview that brought her to Calabar and fortunately we were staying in the same hotel.  I walked her back upstairs to drop her bag so we go to the resort together and told her about her friend while she was changing. She said no word for her friend. I was expecting her to say something but her muteness was clear. 

The cruise was a lovely one and the museum was a scary experience. Some talking statues and dark rooms created a horror view but altogether it was a relief. We had dinner together at the hotel and had some drinks later that night. It was past my bed time as I stood up to call it a day. Charlene looked at me and asked for a favour. Can I come to your room; just don’t want to sleep alone tonight. I hesitated but couldn’t say no. shortly we were at room 213. It was when I got upstairs I remembered I forgot my key-card downstairs at the bar. The best option is to go to her room then call reception for my key. The reflection of lights through the curtains kept the room a little bright. I was walking towards the bed when i suddenly felt something was happening behind me. I turned to be sure what my perception could be sensing and I saw Charlene in pant and bra. The cambers were delicately exposed. Without a word again, she pushed me to the bed and unzipped my trouser. She brought out the dowel between my legs, and started like she was going to swallow it. Her mouth watered it, and her hand stroked it. I was lost in this for the next ten minutes and when she climbed on top of me; I knew I was in Calabar. 

The ride was pleasant but there was a fear that came afterwards. I just had sex with my girlfriend’s best friend. There is no justification for my act. And nobody would believe it was not my intention nor move. She did the whole thing. I looked at those breasts again and an erection was achieved. She felt it and the second journey began. It was a call on her phone that stopped us after almost thirty minutes.

Who could it be that is calling by this time of the night? She dragged her phone from under the pillow; with my dowel still intact within her legs and said hello. From the response I just knew it was Serena. She was crying and telling Charlene about me not picking her calls, and of the moment my numbers were not connecting any longer. After a while she told Serena to be calm and unimaginably she slowly said the words….. I just fucked your supposed boyfriend. And he is mine now. She put the phone to my ear and told me to say a word to her. I tried to stop her but with the wonderful twist; I said hello Serena, and I guessed she fainted. That was how we started dating.

Lucia: the room was getting colder so I asked for a jacket. He pointed to his wardrobe. I opened it to get a jacket and the first thing that caught my attention was three jersey tops with names on it CHARLENE……

EX GIRLFRIEND PART 1

Most times we are sightless to obvious things, just for the fact that we are sheltered in a world of trapped minds. What traps our minds are enormous and they are self inflicting most times. Memories relay to us where we got it wrong, but we most times, want to shy away from the truth of expedient realities.

I was gorgeously dressed for a Monday morning and I knew the staff of National Orientation Agency won’t be surprised. I have created a niche for myself about looks. When you are single and searching; try to put on the whole armor of beauty, because you aren’t sure when the right man would come. That was the life I lived. 

I was late as usual but nobody cares; its government job and you are not expected to do more than you can. We were all late; I was just a little later than others. It was 10 o clock and the sound of my heels was loud. Many people came outside their doors to check who the damsel was. I love heels; it helps me shake the small bumbum God has given me. Those retired looking daddies also were peeping and grumbling their imaginations into my being. Except rape they can never come in between. I set my laptop on my table as I entered my office. I had three files waiting for my attention. I have given him on Friday and he has acknowledged it. I smartly worked on it and called Haruna to get those files into the necessary quarters. I had finished the days’ job.

I brought out the new series I just bought (Jack Bauer 24 Season 7). I don’t know why I’m so addicted to series lately. It helps me take care of boredom and rest….. I put on my earpiece and off I was. It was a life of a cinema. The only difference was …….no popcorn.

I was in episode three, when the door of my office just opened. I stopped the movie and rearranged myself as I stood up to greet the young man who just walked into my office without knocking. At least you should have knocked I said. I’ve been at the door for over five minutes he said. I apologized as I offered him a seat. He had come as a sensitization programme organizer on a “waste to wealth” project. The proposal looks very interesting but the young man was more interesting. I discovered his eyes were focused on my cleavage thus I bent more often for a clearer look. Do whatever you can to capture your dream man. Words of my pastor. 

Johnson is a medium heighted man, who was wearing the conventional black suit with a white shirt and a sparkling red tie. I didn’t see the shoes right away but something kept me happy when he was around. The smell of his perfume was awesome. At a point I was rubbing my legs against each other while I was with him. I cautioned myself out of the misbehavior. The meeting of ten minutes took over two hours. The chats and the laugh didn’t finish and when it was time to go, he asked for my number. I gave him without hesitation as I said 080243578.. Please what should I save it as? Lucia I said. Miss or Mrs He asked. Miss with a smile ……. Hope you won’t mind dinner on me? Hmmmm call me by six and let’s see how it goes. From that moment I started thinking of what to wear to dinner. My day has just begun but office work has finished. I walked to the assistant director’s office and told him I was having cramps from my monthly issues and in his compassionate mood told me I could go home. He gave me two thousand naira to buy drugs. The appreciation was great and off I went. 

I haven’t gone out for a while. I was just tired of all these Abuja boys who can’t be truthful even in church. But this Johnson was going to be a test and a way out of my boring life. I pulled down my whole wardrobe until I got the perfect gown. I wore it and saw how beautiful I was in the evening wear. My mirror doesn't lie most times. Pulled it and waited for his call. It was 5.45pm when he called, and hesitant in my tone; I described my house for him to come pick me. I slowly got dressed and kept him outside for a while. I wanted him to know I wasn’t hungry… (That thing we girls do). 

My walk outside was escorted by him and he was such a gentleman; he opened the door. I know after two rounds of hot and vibrating sex, you will have to open that door yourself. But let me enjoy it while it lasts. The drive took us to Jorany at wuse 2. A very lovely restaurant with a small live band. The food wasn’t much but filling. The evening perfume was different from the one he wore to my office and before the night ended I had to tell him I loved his perfumes. We talked about everything we could remember. The only thing I thought I didn’t know when I was leaving Johnson that evening was his surname. 

How come I forgot? But that didn’t matter so well to me anyways. The next six days gave me a free meal a day. He couldn’t do without seeing me a day. And I was also enjoying it. It was then I knew I was lacking fun. Saturday, we were at the popular Jabi lake and he introduced me to many of his friends. They were all lovely guys and girls. Some were asking him if that’s the madam but…..

I started to wonder why he hasn’t asked me out or made an attempt to kiss. It was a little baffling. When we were done at the park we went to his house. Made some breakfast and had my bath in his house. I packed some clothes earlier. He sat opposite on the bed and asked me if I could be his girlfriend. These were his words…….

Lucia, I have a problem; thus I became attentive. I like you a lot and would love to be your boyfriend. I don’t want to mix up words to sweet-talk you because it’s obvious you like me also. Although I like you more, but the maturity that exist between us is enough proof of compatibility and the genesis……………………………….. From this point I didn’t hear anything again. I just wanted him to stop ranting and I say yes. So would you be my girl friend?

Instead of answering him; I started with my questions? Don’t tell me you don’t have a girlfriend? He answered seriously I don’t have, apart from you. We laughed and I asked the next question. What happened to your ex girlfriend? 

That was the beginning of the episode. Lucia, I was a smooth talker. Almost all ladies liked me. I was fun to be with, and I had a smell so appealing to them. I know what a lady wants, thus to win her heart is always easy.

 That was the first message he passed across but I didn’t pick. Thus to cover up he said. You are the only girl I’ve met that I couldn’t break into her heart. I came out to you. You have a strong heart baby. I felt like a champion. Not knowing I was loser. He brought out his phone and showed me the picture of a particular lady. Her name is Charlene…….. He moved closer, and buried a kiss. This lasted like ten minutes, and afterwards he continued the story of Charlene

MOTHER IN LAW PART 11

The unimaginable was about to happen. I stood behind Patrick and saw as mama entered the house and fell on her knees and started apologizing.  She started sobbing heavily but we were told to leave her. She narrated the story of how they travelled for consultations to put Patrick under her armpit. She doesn't want to loose control over her son and that as a wife I was disturbing her. The confessions went on and on. She also spoke about the pregnancy that was terminated in their evil world………. And lastly the keke napep boys were her boys. 

The whole plan was just her stage and everything was working out well for her. I started crying also; not for mama but for all I’ve been through in this short period of my marriage. All that was supposed to be blessings came out in an opposite way. Baba consoled us and told us not to permit her come close to us again. The way she feels now is temporal, he said. When the spirit comes again, the envy arises.

We thanked Baba as he left. Mama left too and we entered and thanked God. The next day my husband’s phone rang with an unknown number and surprisingly it was mama. Patrick was sarcastic in response when he discovered who it was but with what mama said sympathy has to be shown. She slumped outside the gate but has been revived. When Patrick ended the call he was contemplating either to go or not when his phone rang again. Baba was on the phone and he said, that was the spirit again. We shouldn’t go anywhere. The spirit of mother in law is an envy spirit. A spirit of jealousy and not letting go. Now you can see why I said at the beginning of my story that to me Patrick is an orphan. We are relocating to Canada where there is no mama…….

NB: It was an anticipated trip but an unexpected occurrence. The village was in the south western part of Nigeria. The man was turning 60 and the story was real. I went there to enjoy and cover the events. I could have used a flight to cut the journey but with the fear our airspace have developed lately; road was the answer. The story is lovely and it’s coming out soon anyway. The twist came when I discovered that network was an abomination in the village. It comes like a thief in the night. I sincerely apologize to my esteemed readers for the break in transmission and promise to make it up to you. The next story has been prepared and it’s titled: HIS EX GIRLFRIEND……. I pray you all have a lovely week. I celebrate you