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*sitting
back* Where do I start from? *thinking* …ah ah…okay… I was at home on this
fateful day when a very close friend of mine, Tunji, beeped me up to request my
company at his place because he was all bored and tired of staying home alone.
You can imagine that rubbish; do I look like a jobless being? I asked for few
minutes to get myself cleaned but then he said that Sandra will be at his place in few
minutes. Meanwhile, I’ve heard some very interesting stories about Sandra (you
need not know, amebo), so my brain instantly
clicked that it was time to put a face to the stories and name that have been
trending in my imagination. Sharp guy, I took my bath, combed my hair, applied
deodorant to my finely shaved armpit (it’s cleaner than a new WC, so stop the
imagination), put enough cologne on my body and I zoomed off to my nigga’s
place.
Unfortunately
for me, Sandra was already around and some other friends as well, so I just
pretended, as much as I could, like I didn’t know she was visiting. Salutations
were in order (you know the drill when guys meet up naw), then I turned back to take a glance at this calmly looking
beautiful damsel sitting on the couch close to the door, which I walked in through
then. I was amazed as she responded to my salutations — you should see this
girl… choi! Clearly I have blind
friends because all their descriptions were definitely understatements. Me wey be madman just go sit down for
dining table wey dey far from this
girl but we still fit dey connect sha, because na her eyes, body, hair, and bobbie
me just dey look and was drooling.
Next few
hours got everybody mingling, and so lucky for me, Sandra chose to chill with
me by the dining table. It was all the normal drill sha, getting to know each other, schools, hobbies and so on (you know
the introductory part of ‘P-setting’ na).
Then this drive took a great turn when PHCN
decided our bulbs and electronics have been off for too long (NEPA bring light ni jare) and these crazy fellas of mine all raced to the other end
of the sitting room to toy with the PS3 game console, leaving me and this
tempting damsel all alone. Did I hear you say “ghen ghen!”?
We talked
for long but she started acting strange when I decided to take off my TM Lewin
Shirt (are you wondering why I did that when PHCN became active?! All na set-up jare). Sandra concentrated more on the visible packs and pumped
chest under the white singlet I was putting on (Yes! White!), thus she started feeling
uneasy and was changing sitting position and starring more at my lips. Making
funny eye contacts, as a sharp coded guy who knew what was going on, I wasn’t
making it any easier — trust me. I just kept flaunting my six-packs and my
handsome face, while I maintained this great personality of mine.
Sandra
decided she couldn’t take it no more (like: why see a chocolate with this fine
smell and yet can’t taste it?), so she decided to call it a day. Goodbyes were
in order, and it was at that point I ventured into the kitchen with the hope
that my goodbye will be a little bit personal. So there I was waiting for her
to come and meet me — waited so long that it felt like forever — till a fella
(I can’t remember who exactly) whispered in my ears “Sandra dey await you for staircase; she say
make you kon follow am go where she
go carry bike.” Choi! I was faster than ‘Flash’
in putting on my shirt and going to meet her (I left some buttons undone sha oh — trust naw).
To cut this
long story short, we were close to the door when this chikito grabbed my shirt from behind, pulled me towards her and
then angrily slapped my lips with hers. Gbam! See them, pervs… choi! Well, I
was furious and angry, so my revenge couldn’t be averted as I actually cupped
her face in my hands so as to make it more painful when I punched her lips with
mine in vengeance. The aggression continued with raging anger under the dark
staircase… till she decided to go searching for Zeus D Lord (ZDL). Kindly read my #MBzer
Of The Month INTRODUCTION to know who bears the name “Zeus D Lord”.
This is the
point Brain would’ve asked Pinky, “are you thinking what I am thinking?” and
the stupid mofo would definitely have
replied, “err… I think a sharp ‘quickling’ is about to shele.”
I didn’t think
twice before opening wide the doors of the encaged; everly ready for battle is
my armoured ZDL. As sharp and smooth
as this sensation was, I was enjoying myself. And yes, I can say the same for
her, as she was evidently lost as soon as undressed ZDL and had him swimming in
her mouth.
And you know
what they say about “slow and steady winning the race”, my man, that day was
different. It was a terrible battle to fight as ZDL kept penetrating the enemy
line and not forgetting to fall to defence with sharp sequence. The battle was
one of kind because eventually, the hero died a sweet and pleasant death with
‘white blood’ gushing out of his head but couldn’t spread because of the shield
he had on….
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Adeyemi Ajibade
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