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Me- “….Ella’s friend, what’s your name?”
Juliet- “so you have forgotten my name again. How many times will I tell you my name?”
Omoh, too many girls to remember. So most times, I
can only afford to remember the ones whom I a have close relationship with. Even Einstein no fit recall all the names I hear on a daily basis.
Me- “I’m sorry. I won’t forget again. I promise”
Juliet- “ok o. My name is Juliet”
We became friends and Ella spotted us talking on a few occasions but she didn’t suspect anything, or so it seemed.
A few days went bye and she was always checking on me every single day. One day, she collected my number and said she would call me that night but I didn’t hear from her. Next day, she said she was sorry that she didn’t have airtime to call as promised. If I hear say I use my money buy credit for naija girl … God forbid!.
I just collected her number and called her at night.
During the call, I asked if she had a boyfriend and she said no. I asked if she ever had se:x, she said no
that she’s a virgin (I pray o!).
I told her that se:x is the sweetest thing in the world, she said her friends says so but that she is
scared. Brothers, the lies that naija girls blow surprises even the devil himself. I then told her that
I wanted her to visit me sometime she said no problem.
One day, Ella walked into my staff room and didn’t greet me. I was alone. She started running her
mouth and saying that I had betrayed her. She said she took Juliet’s phone and saw our call log.
I didn’t really care, but I didn’t want any gossips flying around, I needed to keep a low profile. I tried to brain-wash her but she didn’t let me. She just left angrily. That’s when I knew I had to sexvice Juliet soonest and close her chapter or face Ella’s
wrath and gossips.
Next day, Juliet didn’t check on me as usual so I knew that something was wrong… they probably must have had a quarrel or something. That night I called Juliet:
Me- “hi. Can you pay me a visit tomorrow?”
Juliet “sir, you’re sounding too serious. I hope there is no problem”
Of course! What’s more serious than f**king?. Oh, my bad…. dying is more serious though.
I kept fantasizing about the different positions that would suit her slim figure, devouring her small firm breas:ts, busting a nut on her innocent face, getting
sucked by her thin lips. Ironically, this was as serious as death…. I was dying to f**k her.
Me- “no, no problems. I just wanted you to come around and help me with some academic work”
Juliet- “are you sure it’s just that?”
Me- “maybe. I guess so”
Juliet- “I’m always busy on week days cuz I have siblings to look after till my mum gets back from the market. I’ll visit you on a Sunday. Hope you’re not angry?”
Me- “no I’m not. Sunday is fine by me. Take care.”
I remember that it was Tuesday night and I could not wait till Sunday to fulfill my fantasies about the very bad but Innocent looking Juliet. Just maybe, I
could get lucky tomorrow and land a new girl to sexvice.
I had like 20 of them on my ‘hit-list’ and all of them were willing.
I went out to one of the neighbouring rooms in my compound to meet my homeboys. My close friend David travelled for a job. These were also my friends too, all three of them were sharing one room. These guys were hustlers trying to make
something out of nothing.
Life wasn’t fair but I guess I was a little luckier than them. I could relate to their struggle though. They were smoking w**d, getting high, watching a movie and playing music at the same time.
We talked and joked about a lot of things (girls, money, flexing) and they were really funny. They made me laugh and in that moment, all my worries were gone. F**k cash, f**k girls… nothing compares
to my homeboys. I stayed with them till it got real late and then decided to go in and get some sleep.
In my room, i put on Joe budden’s ‘mood muzic 3′ mixtape and lay on my bed. Me and hip-hop again… food to my soul.
I thought about Sandra. I hadn’t being seeing her as frequently as before cuz she was going for a
baptism program or something like that. Last time she called she said “I still love you”. Yeah, right. You can say that again.
I was missing her but I was also gradually learning to move on. Days of our lives. Minutes later, I drifted to dreamland.
*Wednesday at school*
I didn’t have any class to teach so I was just jisting and having good laughs with Mrs venny (a teacher and my staff-room mate).
We never talked anything about my relationship with the numerous girls that used to bug and flock around me. I wondered if she suspected anything.
Around 10 a:m, I sighted Juliet, she walked past my office and waved, swinging her hot slim frame. I waved back. My fantasies came alive again. At that moment, I just wished that everyone in the school would disappear so I could f**k her right now!.
Around a few minutes to break-time, I sent for Juliet. Mrs venny and nkechi (my two staff-room
mates) were out to teach different classes.
She came in, smiling.
Me- “do you have anything doing during break?”
Me- “ok. I want us to go to my house. I want you to….”
Juliet- “no problem, I will go with you”
Damn! I don’t know where I got the courage from but it worked!. The break lasts for only 30 minutes
but that would be enough for a quickie. This was possibly my only opportunity. Odd times calls for
Almost immediately, the bell went off. Break-time.
More like prison-break but this was real life and guess who’s playing Michael?. Lol. You know as e dey go na.
I would have to ‘break’ Juliet out of the school compound and take her home for a quick sexvice. I
was nervous but my dic:k wasn’t … that nigga was erect as a cable pole… No conscience whatsoever.
I looked Juliet in the eyes:
Me- “can we go now, are you ready?”
Juliet- “let me go and drop my books in class”
Two minutes had gone already, twenty eight minutes left. I was waiting for Juliet….
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