FITNESS 1

Every morning saw a new trend. Sport wears was on the increase as the new attire. Even slim people hit the street in a quest to sweat out what I don’t know. There was a sudden increase in the orientation of fat kills. Obesity was the new scary disease. Hypertension was immediately related to junk foods and all was to hit the gym. Same way we were saving lives medically as proposed some other ladies were in the business of meeting people. They jump from group to group in search of greener pastures. Whatever can make you leave your house in the morning to come work out means you have in excess. And they don’t demand much but just …….. Fill in the blank spaces. 

I was also a victim. With massive weight gain I hit the gym also. Subconsciously I added weight. Substituting our African lifestyle for western lifestyles, we were caught in the web. We drive all the way without trekking and we also left our food for theirs. Suddenly I preferred sharwama to Eba, eating pizza instead of Fufu. Basmati rice was taking away my Ofada rice and burgers were just like snacks. Beer overtook palm wine and Hennessey was now our own Paraga. We lost moderation and in excess the body lost shape. 

Buying the kits to train was the first concern as the price was too much compared to what I intended. I spent close to 70,000 naira to buy just two sets of kits for aerobics and treadmills. I settled into the class and the first week saw a mess of me. I thought I was fit until I joined the class. (Every program was a hit from back to back). Pains originated from within as if they were hiding. In two weeks I was familiar with everybody. We played so well in the group and our Whats App page created an avenue for extensive knowledge of whoever wanted to increase the capacity of their friendship. I wasn’t interested at first until Sheila came. 

I travelled for a while thus the class has increased by the time I came back. Almost everybody missed me and I felt so good to be home. I struggled my way to the fitness capacity I wanted and after class our gossip began. I always have a listening ear. Johnson walked up to me and said, can’t you see our new student. She is hot. I turned to look at her and the curves became a reality. I didn’t believe I was in the same group with this lady in the last two hours and I didn’t notice her. I didn’t mind what they might say as I stood up and walked up to her. 

My name is Michael and you are ….. Sheila she said as she turned her face. I continued the conversation like I was in a lonely world and I needed to make a friend or die. She gave audience and the talk took the next twenty minutes. I asked if she drove down to the gym or she needed a little help. She declined first and with a little conviction she accepted. The distance was short but I was slower. I didn’t wish to leave her sight. I cancelled work for the day as I asked her for lunch. She accepted reluctantly like she wasn’t hungry and when she asked where I was taking her to for lunch I knew I was almost there. Ekaette can’t be your cook and you take a girl out for lunch. The dining table was set for us before we got back home. I was neatly dressed to go pick her up. There were three food options and she pick from just one. It was a light eat as we talked as I made my intentions known. She asked if I wasn’t married and I told her the truth…….. I’m about to. She wasn’t too bothered.

 I asked her to come with me as I led her to my room. She sat on the bed and was looking at me as if she will kick me if I came closer. I sat beside her and turned her head towards me. Slightly the head came closer and the kiss began. It grew in intensity with fondling of breast. She was really prepared for this. I slowly pulled up her to expose the fruity spheres and my concentration left the mouth for the boobs. I struggled to take it slow but she pushed my head down. I raised the skirt to look under like I was looking for something missing. And with a stretched hand to initiate the penetration, she asked the question what are we doing? I was surprised…… like does it look like swimming? She stopped me and said if it was sex that I wanted, its 20,000 naira. I thought she was joking at first but after a while I discovered if I don’t bring out the twenty thousand I was the one joking. I told her I didn’t have cash on me and surprisingly she had her own POS machine. Where is your ATM? Then I knew the hustle was real. I pulled out my ATM and inserted it. Savings or current she demanded and I said current. She typed in 200000 naira instead 0f 20000 naira. It was when I was done that I saw the alert. That was where the problem started. I called her and the response was “the number you are calling does not exist”. I can’t wait to hit the gym tomorrow.