-Aunty Clara

Must Read: Aunty Clara… Part 8

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While having a fill of her delicious snacks, we talked passionately, this surprised me because the last time she came my conversation didn’t seem to interest her at all, Wilma having prepared launch and freshened up came out of the room, she hailed Tiffany, and told me ‘’goodbye’’, on-going out she said ‘ O Enitsua I won’t be around this weekend, so I’ll see you when I get back’’ she said it so passively with no emotion, it made me wonder if she was the same woman that generously showed me her unclothedness seconds ago or was it just a figment of my imagination. It wasn’t up to minutes when Clara came into the house looking tired and weary, she must have been overworked at the office, she gave me a bright ‘’Hi’’ gave Tiffany a peck and headed straight to her room, the next time I saw her was the next morning.

I didn’t see much of Clara during the weekends, and I cared less because Tiffany was there to keep me company, her visit became a daily routine and each time we would talk for hours unending.

Tiffany was not my usual traffic stopping beauty or the object of every guy’s wet dream, but there were many things about her that intrigued me, Tiffany was my age mate, she was 22 years old, she had these short black hair which gave her a Keri Hilson look, dark complexion, small nice eyes, I liked the way she looked at me playfully when I lied or exaggerated about something, Tiffany stood at 5 foot 3 almost Clara’s height, she was a slim person with small perky bosoms but buoyant from the waist down, she was really endowed, something like an hour glass figure, her big Buttocks fitted perfectly well with her slim frame.

I got to know a lot about her during this period, she was a medicine student, who just finished her 1st MB exams and was on vacation. she had real passion for literature, when I asked her why she studied medicine she said it was to save people from their Ailments, which most times were inflicted on them by nature or circumstances beyond their control, she then looked up to me and said ‘’I will find the cure for Aids one day, and when I do I’ll give it to every sufferer for free’’ and i said jokingly ‘’The condom factory will despise you, because you’ll put them out of business’’ and she laughed heartily. Tiffany was passionate about everything, and we shared a lot in common, Music, politics, Religion, writing etc. Her face lighted up when we talked about love or any romantic movie or novel, she could talk about the movie Titanic for hours while quoting the lyrics of the different casts verbatim, titanic was her favourite movie. I sometimes wondered why she never had a boyfriend, anytime I asked why she was single; she simply waived it aside saying boys were too much trouble.

As the days went by my likeness for Tiffany became deeper, and I know she felt the same way it’s just that she was the hard to get type, she would always strive to avoid any form of body contact I tried to establish. Tiffany was the type of girl you could take to the aisle, she was sweet, intelligent and charming but looking closely at her I could see a girl with so much rage and agony bottled deep inside, Tiffany lived with her grandmother, when I inquired about her parents she said her Dad lived in the U.S, she said this with disgust in her tone, she spoke very lowly of her father calling him ‘’A good for nothing Dog’’ she blamed the death of her mother on him, saying that due to his cheating ways, her diabetic mum went into a state of depression and later died of Heart failure, as a result of hypertension caused majorly by her Diabetes, as she said this she started to cry and I comforted her, she made me promise her that I would not discuss this with any other person.


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