A STORY WRITTEN BY MONEY SOLDIER(08163738237)
Emm, emm, before i could say a thing she gave me a dirty slap, i begged her to leave Esther alone, i invited her so lemme claim the blame, she removed her hand from her top, i brought out her hidden footwear under one of the cushons, gave it to her and she left, your Dad ll hear this, she said angrily and left, i ran to my room, dressed up, rushing to her shop, as i was on my way i kept calling mumcy, she would’nt pick, i got there started begging, she agreed not to tell my Dad, with relieve i pecked and thanked her,’ my Dad wey be James Bond, one disciplinarian like that wey no get Joy’,he was a very strict man. I was already sexually active in the s-x Labour market, we still hanged out in a friends place, away from home and have s-x,time went on i had improved in my s-x skills,pulling new stunts.
2007 i was already in Delsu, 21 studying music,200level, Chizzy had said yes a year before, she was now a full woman, at 18 studying Eco in Madonna. There was this thing me and my friends did since we left Secondary school, we held a get together Party every year, so the one for 2007 wasnt an exception.
I loved Chizzy somuch that she inspires me to write poems and songs, to the extent i sent her two love messages everyday for a full year non-stop the previous year. The deal day came, 27th of December,the Venue was Rannel Hotels along Agbara road. Its a show off party to know who’s doing well amongst us, so we came with our finest chicks ‘whoelse i wan go with if no be Chizzy?.
We all sat at the VIP section upstairs, our corner was full of drinks already, competition everyone was ordering, as we joked, tissed and talked about old times, Baby i want to get something downstairs my babe whispered in my ears, i was so into the gist with my friends, i just nodded my head,so she left.
Five minutes later, we noticed everyone downstairs standing up from thier seats, wetin dey happen sef Efe asked(a frnd at our table).
Everyone stood up we ran to a side looking like a Balcony, peeped downstairs, it was the gathering of people, as i looked down in d midst of the crowd from the top view where we were,a guy was in the middle of the crowd and a girl was sitting on the ground, her head down like she was in pain or crying. Jes! Nah my babe o,we all rushed down, i was pressing through the crowd like the determined woman in the Bible with the issue of Blood who pressed hard through a crowd to touch the helm of Jesus’s garment, i was aiming for the front row, finaly i got there and as she saw me the cry increased, the next thing that came out of my mouth was ‘Baby what happened? He slapped me, she cried out in reply, with one of her hand pointing towards the Guy at the middle with the other hand holding one side of her chick, i didnt even ask the guy or wanted to know what led to the slap, as everybody watched, i ran out of the crowd to the nearest table, grabbed two bottles of star with half drink in them, broke the two, one each on each hand, the sound of the broken bottle created awareness, every paved way, the road was clear like the Appian way, even if it was Spartacus himself, he would’nt have bested me in a fight at this moment, my eyes were red while my body was numb,i was raging with fury, even if u go beat me at least i will die trying, Babe wey take 2yrs and 6months before she said yes, those were what ran through my mind as i raced down to confront the Slapper with my broken bottles…