"You sat on my bed!"
"I didn't."
"I made it before going for lectures!"
"I did not sit on your bed!" Evelyn delivers this one with some stamping. I try to ask what the problem is, but Patricia just flat out ignores me. Evelyn however thinks differently. She always needs someone on her team.
"Can you imagine," she says turning to me with an angry look. "Patricia just came back from lectures and is accusing me of sitting on her bed."
"Yes you did!"
"I didn't!"
I leave them to their argument. I have other things on my mind. The phone call from my mother sort of spoilt my day. She has managed to end up in the hospital again. I am getting tired of the drama at home. It is like a vicious circle. It never ends. I tell her I will do my best to send money for the drugs she needs. I am beginning to hate men. I think it is better to be free rather than marry a man who beats you. I take off my clothes and try to sleep for some time. Thankfully, my room mates have reached a mutual conclusion to let peace reign, at least for a short while. I wake up around three and remember my rapidly diminishing funds. I call Ken from Sunday night. He sounds happy to hear from me. I need to see him. I am broke.
"Do you know Eko towers?" He asks me. I say I do. I see it on the road when I go to the club with Esther, I just haven't been there before. He tells me to take a taxi down to his place. He gives me directions. Ok, I am going to block A and that is all you need to know. *Wink*
So I take a shower and wash off the depression. I have no idea why but I am in the mood for some sexy dressing. My dress is reasonably decent but the neckline is low enough to catch a man's attention. I can't help feeling reckless. Maybe it has to do with the anticipation of getting money today. I spray a rather generous amount of my Chanel No5 perfume all over my body. I want to impress Ken. I get to Eko towers about thirty minutes later. I have the over speeding taxi driver to thank for that extraordinary feat. It is rush hour. You should see the traffic. Cars look like they are stuck to each other on the highway. I can' t help feeling sorry for the people leaving the island.
When I get to Eko towers, the security men there make it look like I am on a suicide mission. You should see how they search my bag as if Boko Haram has recruited me into their ranks. I am almost rude to the one asking me if Ken knows I am coming. He looks me up and down as if we have met before. He has a look of distaste on his face. I have a feeling he is prejudging me. How dare he? Anyway, I call Ken and he tells me to come right up. Just as I am leaving the annoying security guard produces a higher education note and tells me to enter my name. Today I pick Kimberly. Yes, think Kardashian. I can't help feeling like I am channelling her as I stand at the foyer of the building. You should see how sexy yours truly looks.
Anyway, when I step into Ken's floor from the old lift with another security guard who controls the lift. Ken's apartment door is already open and Ken is standing at the doorway. He has a glass of wine in his hand and leads me into the living room.
"It is nice to see you again."
His hand is already travelling up and down my back as we walk into the well furnished room. The place smells money. There are just three leather couches in this place. A very large flat screen television on a black glass television stand. A single artwork is on the wall and the cream curtains are quite heavy. It is not even night yet but it is dark in here.
"So how was school today?"
I tell him the truth.
"So it was boring eh?" He asks, shifting closer to me on the seat. Ken is not really your usual aristo but if Esther who is particular about how much she is paid is comfortable to hang out with his friend, I figure that I am safe financially. Please note "financially". I am in no mood for a relationship. I hope he doesn't think staring into my eyes for long minutes will make me think he wants to date me. We make some conversation but he is touching me all over. I know what is coming next.
"Want to see my bedroom?" He asks standing up and pulling me up with him
Yeah, like the bed has just been invented, right? I really hate these corny lines but I follow him anyway. His room is very neat. The bed in the middle of the room is quite big and inviting. Lots of pillows.
"Want to watch a movie?" He asks and I ask him if that is possible. I can't see any television anywhere in the room. He walks to the wall opposite the bed and pulls down a cream coloured screen. He returns to a small box on the bed and presses some buttons and the screen comes alive. Nice. He has a projector in his room. I think I am in the right place. I begin to count my chicks and hatch them at the same time.
An American comedy begins to play on the screen but I know the last thing on Ken's mind is laughter. When the kiss comes, I am expecting it. I am surprised that he is a good kisser. Ok, one thing leads to the other and I am on my back. I remember another basic creed Esther drums in my head for days when I fly solo. Always ask for your money before any action. So I push Ken off.
"I think we should talk."
He is sort of excited and breathing all over my body. I resist him. "I am serious."
"What do you want to talk about?"
I feel dirty talking about it but I have no choice. "How much am I going to get for this?"
He doesn't talk for sometime. My conscience pricks me but I remember my dire situation and toughen up. At last he sighs and says.
"How much do you want?"
I tell him fifty thousand. He opens his mouth in surprise and tells me he doesn't have up to that amount at home. I start to push the hem of my dress down but he stops me.
"I really like you."
Yeah sure, I can see the evidence in his trouser. "Sorry." I tell him, standing from the bed. I turn to see him looking at my behind in regret. I am walking to the door when he says..
"Fine, I will give you twenty thousand Naira."
"No."
"Don't be stubborn," he says, looking desperate. Then he looks down at himself. "You can't leave me like this."
"Forty thousand."
"Twenty five."
"Goodbye Ken."
"Wait! Wait."
I stop at the door. I am desperate too but I keep my face straight.
"Okay, you win," he says and lays back on the bed. I smile to myself and walk to meet him. I ask him for the money and he walks to the wardrobe and pulls out a cheque book. I tell him I don't want a cheque. He leaves the room and returns later with a small wad of one thousand Naira notes. I count it carefully to be sure it is the right amount before putting it in my bag.
I am in luck today. Lady Scarlett left early and I am free to work. So we begin. I swear Ken has so much energy. He keeps coming with all these unbelievable positions. He wants so many things. Mouth action and other wild things I would rather not mention. It was a rather tiring experience. He was determined to wear me out. I just keep thinking "forty thousand! forty thousand" to get me through.
For some weird reason, he thinks I am enjoying this. Two hours it is all over. Yes, two hours. Don't ask me if it is possible. I just learned another cold fact today. Back in school. I take a long shower some minutes ago and rush down here as always to update you guys. There is a small crowd but the guy who takes care of cyber cafe lets me use his computer. I will be going to bed early today. My body really hurts. Goodnight friends. See you tomorrow.
Love,
Runsbabe.
"Do you know Eko towers?" He asks me. I say I do. I see it on the road when I go to the club with Esther, I just haven't been there before. He tells me to take a taxi down to his place. He gives me directions. Ok, I am going to block A and that is all you need to know. *Wink*
So I take a shower and wash off the depression. I have no idea why but I am in the mood for some sexy dressing. My dress is reasonably decent but the neckline is low enough to catch a man's attention. I can't help feeling reckless. Maybe it has to do with the anticipation of getting money today. I spray a rather generous amount of my Chanel No5 perfume all over my body. I want to impress Ken. I get to Eko towers about thirty minutes later. I have the over speeding taxi driver to thank for that extraordinary feat. It is rush hour. You should see the traffic. Cars look like they are stuck to each other on the highway. I can' t help feeling sorry for the people leaving the island.
When I get to Eko towers, the security men there make it look like I am on a suicide mission. You should see how they search my bag as if Boko Haram has recruited me into their ranks. I am almost rude to the one asking me if Ken knows I am coming. He looks me up and down as if we have met before. He has a look of distaste on his face. I have a feeling he is prejudging me. How dare he? Anyway, I call Ken and he tells me to come right up. Just as I am leaving the annoying security guard produces a higher education note and tells me to enter my name. Today I pick Kimberly. Yes, think Kardashian. I can't help feeling like I am channelling her as I stand at the foyer of the building. You should see how sexy yours truly looks.
Anyway, when I step into Ken's floor from the old lift with another security guard who controls the lift. Ken's apartment door is already open and Ken is standing at the doorway. He has a glass of wine in his hand and leads me into the living room.
"It is nice to see you again."
His hand is already travelling up and down my back as we walk into the well furnished room. The place smells money. There are just three leather couches in this place. A very large flat screen television on a black glass television stand. A single artwork is on the wall and the cream curtains are quite heavy. It is not even night yet but it is dark in here.
"So how was school today?"
I tell him the truth.
"So it was boring eh?" He asks, shifting closer to me on the seat. Ken is not really your usual aristo but if Esther who is particular about how much she is paid is comfortable to hang out with his friend, I figure that I am safe financially. Please note "financially". I am in no mood for a relationship. I hope he doesn't think staring into my eyes for long minutes will make me think he wants to date me. We make some conversation but he is touching me all over. I know what is coming next.
"Want to see my bedroom?" He asks standing up and pulling me up with him
Yeah, like the bed has just been invented, right? I really hate these corny lines but I follow him anyway. His room is very neat. The bed in the middle of the room is quite big and inviting. Lots of pillows.
"Want to watch a movie?" He asks and I ask him if that is possible. I can't see any television anywhere in the room. He walks to the wall opposite the bed and pulls down a cream coloured screen. He returns to a small box on the bed and presses some buttons and the screen comes alive. Nice. He has a projector in his room. I think I am in the right place. I begin to count my chicks and hatch them at the same time.
An American comedy begins to play on the screen but I know the last thing on Ken's mind is laughter. When the kiss comes, I am expecting it. I am surprised that he is a good kisser. Ok, one thing leads to the other and I am on my back. I remember another basic creed Esther drums in my head for days when I fly solo. Always ask for your money before any action. So I push Ken off.
"I think we should talk."
He is sort of excited and breathing all over my body. I resist him. "I am serious."
"What do you want to talk about?"
I feel dirty talking about it but I have no choice. "How much am I going to get for this?"
He doesn't talk for sometime. My conscience pricks me but I remember my dire situation and toughen up. At last he sighs and says.
"How much do you want?"
I tell him fifty thousand. He opens his mouth in surprise and tells me he doesn't have up to that amount at home. I start to push the hem of my dress down but he stops me.
"I really like you."
Yeah sure, I can see the evidence in his trouser. "Sorry." I tell him, standing from the bed. I turn to see him looking at my behind in regret. I am walking to the door when he says..
"Fine, I will give you twenty thousand Naira."
"No."
"Don't be stubborn," he says, looking desperate. Then he looks down at himself. "You can't leave me like this."
"Forty thousand."
"Twenty five."
"Goodbye Ken."
"Wait! Wait."
I stop at the door. I am desperate too but I keep my face straight.
"Okay, you win," he says and lays back on the bed. I smile to myself and walk to meet him. I ask him for the money and he walks to the wardrobe and pulls out a cheque book. I tell him I don't want a cheque. He leaves the room and returns later with a small wad of one thousand Naira notes. I count it carefully to be sure it is the right amount before putting it in my bag.
I am in luck today. Lady Scarlett left early and I am free to work. So we begin. I swear Ken has so much energy. He keeps coming with all these unbelievable positions. He wants so many things. Mouth action and other wild things I would rather not mention. It was a rather tiring experience. He was determined to wear me out. I just keep thinking "forty thousand! forty thousand" to get me through.
For some weird reason, he thinks I am enjoying this. Two hours it is all over. Yes, two hours. Don't ask me if it is possible. I just learned another cold fact today. Back in school. I take a long shower some minutes ago and rush down here as always to update you guys. There is a small crowd but the guy who takes care of cyber cafe lets me use his computer. I will be going to bed early today. My body really hurts. Goodnight friends. See you tomorrow.
Love,
Runsbabe.
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