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Yesterday Lives – Chapter 5

Tutu got home tired at 6:00a.m the next morning. As she entered into the house, Madam was seated in the living room waiting.

‘Welcome Tutu.’ Madam said as she stretched her hand.

Tutu opened her bag and gave Madam a pack of five hundred naira notes. Madam collected it and placed it on the stool beside her.

‘The others?’ Madam asked.

Tutu looked at Madam confused. ‘Ma?’

‘I said bring out the others from where you kept them.’ Madam replied; looking at Tutu straight in the face.

‘That is everything ma.’

‘Remove everything you are wearing.’ Madam said snapping her fingers.

‘Ma?’

‘When did you start having hearing problems? Or you want me to strip you myself?’

Tutu sighed as she dropped her bag on the floor and began to undress. As she removed her dress, Madam signaled to her to remove her undies. Tutu removed her bra and some one thousand naira notes fell out. Madam pointed to her panties and Tutu looked down with shame. She removed her panties and some more notes in a pack fell out.

‘Pick them up and drop them here.’ Madam patted the stool where she had placed the money she collected earlier.

Tutu did her bidding, picked up her clothes and bra from the floor and walked into her room with her head bowed. Kevwe was lying down on her bed when Tutu walked in. She sat up immediately she saw Tutu in her panties only.

‘Tutu, wetin happen?’

Tutu refused to respond to her as she lay on her bed sobbing.

Kevwe stood up from her bed and walked towards Tutu. ‘Wetin happen nau?’ She asked her roommate. When she realized Tutu was not going to respond to her, she sat beside her and patted her back. When Tutu’s body stopped heaving from her sobs, Kevwe asked again; ‘Something happen for the party wey you go?’

Tutu sat up and looked at Kevwe. ‘I don tire for this job. See the way Madam made me strip because of money.’ She said shaking her head.

‘But you sef, you know say….’ Kevwe was saying; then stopped all of a sudden. She stood up, opened the door and looked left and right before closing it. She sat down again beside Tutu. ‘You know say Madam get thing wey dey chop for her head most times. Why you come dey cry because of ordinary remove cloth?’ She continued.

Tutu looked at Kevwe with disdain. ‘I don’t blame you Kevwe. Do you realize I went to school and that what she did is belittling? Is it because I came to hustle with low-lifers like you in Lagos?’

‘Wetin I talk nau wey make you dey insult me?’ Kevwe asked in confusion.

‘Don’t even talk to me. I will work my way out of this place very soon.’

‘Okay. No vex. Na my fault say I dey tell you sorry.’

‘Keep your sorry.’ Tutu said as she lay down to face the wall. ‘By the way.’ She said turning back to look at Kevwe. ‘I saw your boyfriend at the party yesterday. Do you know he is a driver?’

Kevwe who had stood up from Tutu’s bed, walked back. ‘Driver?’

‘Oh, so he did not tell you he is a driver. A common driver.’ Tutu said hissing. ‘He was even trying to play a fast one sef. Your bobo dey look for osho free. I tell am say nothing nothing if he no drop. I gave him my number sha when he dey disturb me. He wants us to hook up later.’

Kevwe was astonished as she stood still looking at Tutu.

‘E no possible. Ayo no be driver.’

Tutu burst out laughing. ‘Ayo no be driver.’ She imitated Kevwe. ‘Siddon there, you hear.’ She took out her phone from her bag and scrolled to her missed calls. She showed the phone to Kevwe. ‘No be your Ayo number be this?’ She asked.

Kevwe was about to collect the phone from her but Tutu snatched her hand away. Kevwe unable to utter a word went to lie down on her bed. She wondered why Ayo never told her he was a driver. And to think he wanted to sleep with Tutu. How many times had she offered herself to Ayo and he bluntly refused? After the first incident when she had forced herself on him, she noticed he had been more careful around her. So he also patronized prostitutes. Why was he then trying to get her out of the business? She felt worthless thinking about it. She knew she was never going to be up to par with Ayo’s expectations but maybe she just imagined something would happen between them.

She turned her back on Tutu as she lay on her bed. Deep down, she was hurt. Many men had hurt her in the past but it was nothing compared to the pain she felt right now.

******

Later that evening, Madam sent Kevwe to one of her clients. Kevwe got dressed and was walking out of her house towards the bus-stop when her phone rang. She took out her phone from her bag, looked at the caller ID and hissed. She allowed her phone to ring out. It rang again and she reduced the volume of the ringtone; letting it ring out again. A minute later, she received a text message.

Hi Kevwe, how are you doing? I have been thinking about you all day. I even spoke about you to my Uncle last night. Let me know when you are free to talk.

Kevwe read the text message and hissed. ‘Uncle ko, Aunty ni.’ On second thoughts, she scrolled through the contact list and placed a call to Ayo.

‘Hey darling.’ Ayo said as he picked up the call.

‘Abeg, no darling me. Who be your darling?’ Kevwe spat.

‘Kevwe?’

‘Ehen? Wetin? Abi na my friend wey you wan do osho free with yesterday night you think dey talk to you?’

‘Kevwe, hold on. Are you okay?’ Ayo asked confused.

‘No, I no dey okay. You hear. I don dey mad.’

‘I don’t understand all what you are saying. Who is your friend?’

‘Sebi, she see you yesterday night for party. Ayo, you no fit even tell me say you be driver. Which kain game you dey play with me. My body go dey burn, you no go allow me touch you but you wan chop my friend. Make I comot business I dey do, meanwhile, you too dey patronize ashewo.’ Kevwe ranted continuously.

Ayo sighed. ‘Kevwe, I am sure there is a misunderstanding somewhere. Please let us see this night.’

‘I no dey see you for anything. Just forget about me, abeg. Go look for babes wey fit you. We no be the same level.’

‘Kevwe, don’t say this, please. I want to see you.’

Kevwe hissed. ‘Abeg, abeg, abeg, na by force. I get job jare. Make I go make money.’ She shouted as she dropped the call.

Ayo looked at his phone confused. What is she talking about? He sighed. He knew he should have told her what he did for a living but he felt he would at the right time. Two years after graduation from the university, he was yet to get a job. He couldn’t continue living off his parents, so he decided to come to Lagos. His parents had thought his decision was crazy as he knew no one in Lagos but he was ashamed that they were still giving him stipends at his age. He would rather struggle in Lagos than be a burden to them.

He arrived Lagos at 5:30a.m on one of the cheap night buses with only a knapsack. He felt it was better to travel light so that his movement around would not be hindered. He slept in the park till it became bright enough for him to move around. He had printed copies of his CV before coming to Lagos and they were all neatly arranged in a transparent jacket in his knapsack.

The first day, he walked the length and breadth of Victoria Island dropping his CV in various banks and organizations. By 4:00p.m, he was tired and he retired back to the park and pleaded with one of the ticket boys to allow him sleep on a bench in the ticketing office. His second and third day were not different from the first. The week went quickly and Ayo knew he had to get a job on time; if he wasn’t going to beg.

On his second week in Lagos, he walked into Royalty Dry cleaners. As he dropped his CV, he spoke to the customer service lady behind the counter.

‘Please is there any vacancy here?’

‘No.’ She replied.

‘I need a job. Any job, please.’

‘There are no vacancies for now; I have told you. The only thing I know is that my oga is looking for a driver.’ She said as she put the CV into a drawer beside her.

‘A driver?’ Ayo sighed as he thought about it. He didn’t want to go back to his parents. He had no one in Lagos. He was desperate. ‘Can I apply for the job now?’

The lady took out the CV from the drawer and scanned through it. She looked up at Ayo and there was shock written on her face.

Ayo understood her shock. ‘Please don’t look at that. I can drive. Can I see your boss to apply for the job? Please, I need a job badly.’ He pleaded.

The lady took a deep breath. ‘Okay. Take this piece of paper.’ She said handing him an A4 sheet and a pen. ‘Write your application. I will take it to his P.A.’

Ayo was full of thanks as he collected the paper and the pen. He immediately wrote a short application for the post of a personal driver. He attached another copy of his resume and asked the lady for a stapler so he could attach his passport photograph. He handed it to her and she disappeared into an inner office. Ayo sat down and prayed silently that this would be the end of his search in Lagos.

A few minutes later, the lady walked out of the office. ‘Ahn ahn, you are still here?’

‘Yes, I thought I could start immediately if he is satisfied with my documents.’

‘Na wa for you oh. Please don’t let my oga come and meet you here. I will call you once they give me a go-ahead.’

Ayo stood up reluctantly. ‘I…..I just thought…’ He was saying when Chief walked into the reception lounge.

‘Good afternoon sir.’ Ayo greeted.

‘Good afternoon.’ Chief replied. ‘Is he the one with this CV?’ Chief asked; looking at the lady.

‘Yes sir. He is the one sir.’

‘Hmm. Come to my office.’ Chief said as he turned back.

Ayo picked up his knapsack and followed after Chief.

Chief’s office was massive but modest with a grey leather couch on one corner and a giant sized TV facing a mahogany desk.

He offered Ayo a seat. Ayo sat gingerly on the chair in front of the desk. Chief walked towards his desk as he looked at the CV.

‘Young man, I can see from your CV that you are a graduate. Why are you applying for the job of a personal driver?’

Ayo cleared his throat. ‘Sir, I came to Lagos last week and I need to start a job urgently so that I don’t go hungry. I can drive sir. I worked as a part-time driver while I was in the university.’

‘Okay. So where do you stay?’

‘I…erm…I…’ Ayo stuttered.

Chief looked up at him expecting a response.

‘I….I don’t have a place sir. I sleep in the park.’

‘You what?’ Chief asked astonished.

‘I don’t know anyone in Lagos sir.’

‘So why did you come to Lagos then?’

Ayo looked down at his fingers. ‘I did not want to remain a burden to my parent’s sir. That is the reason I came to Lagos.’

Chief sighed. ‘It’s okay. You will stay in my boys’ quarters.’

Ayo raised his head in shock and stood up. He prostrated before Chief. ‘Thank you sir. I am very grateful sir. God bless you sir.’

‘Hey, it is okay. Get up. You are learning what it means to be a man, okay?’

‘Okay sir.’ Ayo nodded as he lifted himself from the floor.

‘Sit down.’ Chief ordered.

Ayo did as he was instructed.

‘I will ask my P.A to give you a letter of appointment. You will be paid fifty thousand naira monthly. Submit your driver’s license to her.’

Chief took Ayo home and introduced him to his family; a wife and two young girls aged seven and five. Chief’s wife, Ngozi was young and beautiful. Her skin was caramel coloured and without blemish. She looked like a model who walked out of the page of a magazine. She had gotten married to Chief while she was still a student in a beauty school. Chief had however, ensured that she finished her education. Ngozi graduated with a degree in cosmetology. Chief went ahead to open a spa plus salon for her. It was obvious that Chief was many years older than his wife and Ayo wondered what the attraction was. He was sure Ngozi and himself would be about the same age or a few years apart.

Chief furnished the boys’ quarters and Ayo had no reason to lack. The only thing he spent money on was his feeding. He began to send money home to his parents and they were overjoyed when they found out he had started working. He however refused to tell them that he was a driver. He did not want his father to be disappointed.

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Six months after working with Chief, Ayo started thinking of a way to make an extra income. Chief had three cars. One for Chief, one for Chief’s wife which she used to take her kids to school and a third one which was permanently parked in the house. Ayo broached the topic with Chief one evening on their way back home. He asked Chief if he could use the third car as an evening taxi. Chief left the office at 4:00pm every day and in an hour, they were usually home. Ayo felt he could use the rest of the day to make that extra income. He proposed that he would remit the evening profits to Chief. He only wanted Chief to pay him something he could put in the bank as savings.

Chief thought long and hard about it. ‘Is the money I am paying you not enough, Ayo?’

‘No sir. Yes sir. Please sir, that is not what I meant by bringing this up.’ Ayo tried to explain.

‘Okay, so what is it then?’

‘I don’t intend to offend you Chief.’

Chief took a deep breath. ‘I am not offended Ayo. I am just wondering where this idea came from.’

‘I’m sorry sir.’

‘Why are you sorry, Ayo?’

Ayo was confused.

‘You know that car has been parked for over a year. I got tired of taking it to the mechanic and just abandoned it. You know, you just gave me an idea of how we can make extra money from the supposed abandoned car.’ Chief said smiling.

‘Okay sir.’

‘I have a mechanic at Obalende. I will give you his number and his address. Take the car there tomorrow and let him run a check on it to make sure it is fit for the road. Once that is done, you can start your taxi business.’ Chief concluded.

Ayo began the evening taxi runs from 5:30pm to 8:00pm. He took home whatever he made for the evening and Chief asked him to always split the profits into two and give half to his wife. Ayo opened a savings account and began saving his half-portion of the profits.

******

As he put his phone back into his pocket, he replayed Kevwe’s conversation in his mind. ‘Who was she referring to as her friend that accused him of trying to sleep with her? He remembered she mentioned something about the party yesterday. He was alone in the car all through till Chief came out. Suddenly, it dawned on him. The lady. The lady who had tried to seduce him. His mouth was agape as he thought about it. The lady was probably one of Kevwe’s colleagues. But did that mean she was also at the party frolicking and doing her business as usual. His shock turned to anger and disappointment. After everything he had done for her and trying to cajole her to leave the business, she was bent on continuing in it. If she wanted to be left alone, then so be it.

******

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Yesterday Lives – Chapter 4

Kevwe asked Ayo to drop her off a few metres away from her house but he refused. He told her he wanted to be sure she got back home safely. Kevwe told him Madam would be upset that a man was dropping her off but Ayo was adamant. If Madam decided to get upset, then so be it. He did not want her in the business any longer; so she could as well start planning her exit.

When Kevwe noticed that Ayo was not going to heed to her pleas, she took out the tee-shirt she had put in her bag when she was leaving home. She unhooked her seat belt and began to remove the transparent blouse she was wearing. Ayo was too shocked to speak. He stopped, parked the car off the road but left the engine running. Kevwe was unfazed by his look. She held on to the tee-shirt and refused to put it on. The underwear she was wearing barely covered her bust. She locked eyes with Ayo and held his gaze. She stretched her left hand and placed it on his laps. She noticed how his body responded instantly to her touch and she glided her hand to and fro his laps teasing his senses.

Ayo shivered as he struggled to control his body. He held Kevwe’s hand to stop her but his body had taken a mind of its own. ‘Kevwe.’ He called; almost in a whisper. He closed his eyes as his mind fought against his body; the excitement it felt increasing as Kevwe continued to tease him. Kevwe unzipped his trousers and her hand on his bare skin made him shiver again. ‘Ke…..’ He tried to call her name again but it came out as a moan. Kevwe knew it was time. She stretched her hand over him, pulled the lever of the driver’s seat and dragged it backward. Before Ayo could understand what was going on, she had swung her legs over him. Her bare skin on his caused him to take a deep breath as he realized she was not wearing any underwear. Kevwe took control of his body and mind as she gripped him and locked her legs around him. Ayo’s excitement reached a crescendo and he gave himself wholly to her. Kevwe took over showing her dexterity in what she was paid to do daily.

When they both stilled from their throes of passion, Kevwe lifted the driver’s seat which she had laid down during the heat of the moment. She swung her legs skillfully and sat back in the passenger’s seat. She wore the tee-shirt she had abandoned earlier and looked at Ayo.

He had a look of confusion on his face.

‘Wetin?’ She asked him nonchalantly.

Ayo shook his head. ‘Do you sleep with your clients without using protection?’

Kevwe shrugged. ‘No. If person no get rubber, na no show be dat.’

‘So why did you….’ Ayo was asking before Kevwe raised her left hand to stop him.

‘You like to dey ask queshon oh. My house no far from hia. If you wan see me enter my house, come waka with me, no carry moto, abeg.’ She said as she opened the passenger door to let herself out.

Madam was already asleep by the time Kevwe walked into the house and she thanked her stars. She only hoped she would not be queried on what time she got in. As she lay on her bed that night, she reminisced on her encounter with Ayo. She had longed for this and his initial rejection had upset her. She was therefore bent on having her way when she had a second opportunity. She smiled as she remembered the look on Ayo’s face when she removed her blouse. He had been captivated by what he saw and she knew then that that was the opportunity she had been waiting for. He had moaned and shivered under her touch and held her tightly like someone who had been starved. She knew she was supposed to have used protection but she had made up her mind long before now that her relationship with Ayo was not a business transaction. She wanted to have him for keeps. She thought about the possibility of getting pregnant for him and shrugged it off immediately. E no fit happen.

Ayo drove home entranced. He thought he had been able to keep his guards up when Kevwe was in his apartment. He did not understand how he had fallen so cheaply. And more confusing was the fact that Kevwe had not asked him or used any form of protection. He sighed as he thought about her. What exactly was he doing with her? He wasn’t sure he had an idea but one thing he knew was that he liked her a lot. Keeping her was still a long shot for him.

******

Ayo and Kevwe became more attached to each other as the days went by. No day or night passed without them talking to each other. They shared text messages when calls were impossible to be placed. Ayo opened a bank account for Kevwe and began to put in a monthly stipend for her. He told her it was for her upkeep and that he trusted her judgment not to spend the money recklessly. Kevwe smiled as Ayo gave her the ATM card attached to the account. ‘Ayo, why you dey do all these things for me?’ She asked.

Ayo sighed. He loved her but he was scared of telling her. She had told him a number of times that she was not worthy of his love and attention. He wasn’t even sure what he wanted from her. He just knew that his heart skipped a beat anytime he heard her voice or saw her.

‘Ayo?’ Kevwe called him again.

‘Hmmm.’ He said coming out of his reverie.

‘I dey ask wetin you want.’

Ayo smiled. ‘I don’t want anything Kevwe.’

‘E no possible nau. You go dey credit my phone every time. You dey give me money anytime we see. Now, you open bank account for me and you dey tell me you no want anything?’

‘Kevwe, it is possible to do all these for you without wanting anything. Why do you believe every man wants something for money spent?’

‘You neva hear Shina Peters song?’ Kevwe sneered.

Ayo laughed. ‘Which song is that and what has he got to do with this?’

‘He sing money for hand, back for ground.’ Kevwe sang as she demonstrated with her fingers.

‘I know the song Kevwe but I don’t believe this relationship is based on that.’ Ayo said getting serious.

‘I hear you oh.’ She shrugged as she put the ATM card into an old wallet in her bag.

Ayo had decided to take her to the cinema again to watch a movie. It was becoming a norm for him to take her out on her off days. As he was about to drop her at the end of her street, he switched off the ignition and looked at her.

‘When are you going to drop this business?’

‘Ayo, na every time we go out you go dey ask me this queshon? You no dey tire?’

‘I care about you, Kevwe. Don’t you understand?’ Ayo asked, breathing hard.

‘I don hear. I go dey think about it.’

‘Thank you.’ Ayo said as he leaned in to give her a peck on her cheek.

Kevwe anticipating his action turned her face to him and kissed him fully on his lips as she held on to him.

When Ayo eased away from her, Kevwe smiled.

‘You should go home now. It’s getting late.’ He said as he looked at the time on the dashboard. It read 10.30pm.

Kevwe nodded as she eased out of the car. She waved goodbye and started walking towards her house, while Ayo drove away.

A few metres away from the house, Kevwe was startled by someone who walked out of the dark corner beside the house.

‘Tutu, wetin be dis nau?’ She shouted as she placed her hand on her chest trying to still her heartbeat.

‘Who be dat bobo wey you dey go meet every time?’ Tutu, her housemate asked.

Kevwe hissed. ‘How that one take consine you?’

‘How e no go consine me? Madam don dey ask where you dey go anytime you dey off. She say you no dey siddon for house.’ Tutu lied.

Kevwe’s eyes grew big. ‘Ehen, she don dey ask?’

‘Yes nau. She dey ask me last week and I don see you with that bobo before but I just no wan tell Madam the truth.’

‘Abeg, no tell Madam anything. Na my boyfriend.’

‘Hmm.’ Tutu wrinkled her nose. ‘You no say Madam say we no fit get boyfriend.’

‘I know. Abeg, Tutu, no tell Madam anything, abeg.’ Kevwe pleaded.

‘Ehn, no wahala. I no go talk but you suppose drop something for me every week when you dey see your bobo. You no nau, so that if Madam ask again, I fit look for lie tell her.’ Tutu shrugged.

‘So you wan dey collect money from me every week be dat?’

Tutu looked at her in fake astonishment. ‘No be you wan make I keep quiet. Na for free you wan make I no talk?’

Kevwe sighed. She dipped her hand into her bag and handed Tutu a five hundred naira note.

‘Ehen, na now you dey talk. He no give you something chop too? Wey my own?’

Kevwe hissed as she ignored her and walked into the house.

******

Three weeks later, Madam received a call from an old friend that girls were needed for a party. She picked about five of her girls and prepared them for the party. She gave them a stern warning to make sure they gave returns of everything they were given. She threatened them that they knew she had friends in high places and whoever lied about her returns would spend three nights in the police station.

Tutu was amongst the girls chosen and she told Kevwe excitedly. ‘Me, I dey look for opportunity to comot this business.’ She whispered to Kevwe. ‘If I see one fine sugar daddy, I go give am well well and psyche am make im comot me from dis house. If I get luck sef, e fit make me second or third wife. This work don tire me. Na Madam just dey chop all the money. Monkey dey work, baboon dey chop.’

Kevwe was quiet. She also wished she was amongst the girls chosen. She was also tired of the job but she had no real source of income. She couldn’t afford an apartment of her own. Even if she did, she had no form of education and could not get a job.

‘Wetin you dey think?’ Tutu tapped her. ‘You don get bobo nau.’ She said loudly.

Kevwe hushed her as she looked around. ‘Why you dey do like dis? You wan make other girls hear?’

Tutu faked a shiver. ‘Ah, no vex abeg.’ She replied in a whisper.

******

The party was organized by one of the top government officials in the country. It was held in Kings City Hotel in Banana Island. Drinks, food and music flowed freely. A chaperone received Madam’s girls and assigned them immediately. The girls went ahead and straight away attached themselves to the pot-bellied men who held on to them indecently. The night wore on and soon some men began to make room reservations. The man Tutu was assigned asked to be excused in order to receive a business call. He asked her to hang around while he attended to the call. Tutu waited for the man to finish his call as she watched others. Her colleagues had already gone to the rooms with their men and she was beginning to get bored. She noticed the man had walked into another hall as the conversation on the phone became serious. She decided to go outside to get some fresh air. She stood outside looking around when unexpectedly, she saw Ayo sit up in a black Toyota Land cruiser. She looked closely to be sure he was the one.

Tutu looked back to confirm she wasn’t being watched before walking towards the Land cruiser. She quickly opened her purse, took out a pack of chewing gum and popped one into her mouth. As she got to the car, she smiled. ‘Hey Handsome.’

‘Hi.’ Ayo replied as he gave her a quizzical look.

‘I noticed you were sitting all alone and I decided to come keep you company.’ She said as she rested her arms on the door. The dress she was wearing had a deep cut and her bust became exposed as she bent down slightly.

Ayo looked at her bust and looked away. ‘How may I help you? I am fine and I don’t need company.’

‘Oh c’mon. A handsome young man always needs company.’ Tutu said as she glided her right hand on Ayo’s face.

Ayo looked at her as he removed her hand gently. ‘No, thank you.’ He replied as he made an attempt to open the door of the car.

‘You don’t have to get out of the car because of me.’ Tutu said as she tried to stop him from getting out.

‘I need some air.’ Ayo stepped out of the car and started walking towards the hotel lobby.

Tutu, seeing that Ayo’s attention had been drawn away from her, picked up the phone which was lying on the passenger seat. She punched her number on it and dialed it in a jiffy. Just then, a man walked out of the hotel. He was a short man with a slight pot-belly. He was wearing a white buba and sokoto and was about placing his mobile phone to his ears when he saw Ayo.

‘Let’s go Ayo. I was about to call you. I need to go home and rest.’

‘Okay sir.’ Ayo replied.

Tutu quickly threw the phone into the car as Ayo turned towards the car. Tutu stood a few metres away from the car as she saw Ayo get into the driver’s seat while the man walked towards the back seat. ‘Good evening sir.’ She smiled at him.

‘Good evening.’ The man replied as he kept a straight face.

Ayo started the car and was about driving away when the man Tutu had been assigned to walked out of the hotel lobby. ‘Oh, I have been looking for you.’ He said as he looked at Tutu.

Tutu smiled at him. ‘I decided to get some fresh air since you were on the phone.’

‘Ah Chief, you are leaving so soon?’ The man asked when he noticed Ayo driving away.

‘Yes, I need some rest.’

‘But that’s why the ladies are here.’ The man laughed as he tapped and squeezed Tutu’s bum.

Tutu giggled.

Ayo had stopped driving and he looked back at Tutu with a blank stare.

‘Thanks Ugo. I would rather go home to rest.’ Chief said as he looked at Tutu and Ugo who was touching her indecently. ‘Let’s go Ayo.’ Chief continued.

Ayo shook his head and he began to drive.

‘Why are you shaking your head, Ayo?’ Chief asked.

‘Chief, you won’t believe that this same lady came here to meet me and was trying to seduce me just now.’

‘Just now?’ Chief asked.

‘Yes, before you came. That’s why you met me outside. I had to come out of the car when she was touching me.’

‘Ehen? Do you know her?’

‘Know her ke? For where?’

‘You too for do quick one with her nau.’ Chief laughed.

‘Ahn ahn, Chief. You know I am not like that nau. Besides, not when I am on duty.’

‘So what if I give you the night off?’

Ayo looked at Chief in the rear-view mirror and smiled.

‘Is that smile a yes?’ Chief asked as he smiled back.

‘It is a No. I am not interested in her.’

‘Hmmm, but that smile means you are interested in someone else?’

Ayo grinned. ‘Yes Chief.’

‘Ayo, Ayo, so you don dey cut show behind my back and you no tell me?’

‘Chief, it is not what you think oh. I have not cut any shows. I am still trying to get her out of her business but she keeps resisting.’

‘Her business? What does she do?’

Ayo sighed.

‘This one wey you dey breathe like person wey run. She be thief abi she be runs girl?’

Ayo looked at Chief in the rear-view mirror again and looked away.

‘Ayo?’

‘Yes sir.’

‘Is she a prostitute?’

‘Chief, I…I…I don’t know….’ Ayo stammered.

‘It is okay, Ayo. You know the ultimate decision is yours. Just be careful; you are a graduate and I know you did not go to school for nothing. That’s all I can say.’ Chief said as he picked up the Ipad beside him.

Ayo took a deep breath. ‘Yes sir.’

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Yesterday Lives – Chapter 3

Ayo had staggered into the compound at about 2:45pm. He was exhausted and starving. Ayotunde was playing a game of Suwe with her friends when she saw her father. She ran towards him and he carried her up and hugged her. Even though he was exhausted, Ayotunde always desired a hug from him. As he dropped his daughter, she held his hand. ‘Papa, Madam Nice…..’ She was saying when Ayorinde interrupted her.

‘Welcome Papa. How was work?’ He said as he looked at his father. ‘Ayotunde, go and play.’ He said to his sister. She obeyed immediately and went back to join her friends in the game.

‘Work was fine.’ Ayo said as he looked at his son. ‘What happened to Madam Something Nice?’

‘Don’t mind Ayotunde. I think she wanted to tell you that Madam Something Nice passed by here last night.’

‘Hmm…..’ Ayo said as he shook his head. ‘God will deliver that woman. I must never see her near my family.’

‘Yes Papa.’ Ayorinde replied as he walked into the room with his father.

As Ayo sat on the mattress to take off his boots, Kevwe walked in. She looked at the face of her son trying to decipher information from his face but Ayorinde’s face was blank like a plain sheet of paper.

‘My husband, welcome back.’ She said faking a smile as she looked at Ayo.

‘Thank you.’ Ayo replied unsmiling.

‘I don make pounded yam and egusi soup. Make I go bring am.’ She said as she touched her husband’s shoulders gingerly. ‘Ayorinde, get up. Make you come help me serve your papa.’

Ayorinde obeyed his mother and trudged behind her to the common kitchen shared by all the neighbours. When they were out of earshot, Kevwe pulled her son’s ears. ‘If you tell your papa anything, make you just know say you don die.’

Ayorinde looked at his mum, eyes unblinking.

‘You hear me?’ Kevwe asked.

‘I hear you.’ Ayorinde replied and turned to serve his father’s food into the bowl his mother had placed beside their stove.

Kevwe looked at her son’s back as he served the food. ‘You don dey grow wing, abi? Ehen? I go help you cut that your wing, you hear?’ She said as she scooped the pounded yam from the mortar into another bowl.

Years later, Kevwe still remained a troublesome woman and a source of concern to Ayo and his children. She complained about everything and anything. Her father had been a drunk while her mother was a prostitute. Her mother sold her to a client at the age of fifteen when she couldn’t pay up the debt she owed. Her father never bothered about her and her absence in the house was never mentioned.

At the age of fifteen, she became a prostitute as her madam was a pimp who traded girls for sex. She was sent to the houses of men who slept with her and paid directly to Madam for services rendered. She got an accommodation, clothes and food in return from Madam. She therefore had no reason to look back at the life she previously lived with her parents who never showed her love. As long as Madam took care of her needs, she was fine.

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She met Ayo one morning when she was coming back from a client’s house. She had been waiting to flag down a taxi when Ayo drove past in a grey Hyundai accent. He reversed the car and rolled down the window.

‘Hello beautiful, where are you going this morning?’

‘Obalende.’ She said as she used her hand to flick her weaves backward.

‘Come in. I am going that way as well.’

Kevwe opened the passenger door and eased herself into the car. She was wearing a low cut V-neck black mini gown which barely covered her bust and her thighs.

‘Thank you.’ She said as she smiled at Ayo.

‘So do you live in Obalende?’ Ayo asked as he looked at her thighs.

‘Yes.’ Kevwe replied as she threw her head back to expose her bust.

‘Hmm…..’ Ayo grunted as he looked towards the direction of her bust.

‘What about you?’ She asked as she glided her hands on her thighs.

Ayo noticed her hand movement and looked away. ‘I don’t stay in Obalende. I am actually going to the mechanic.’

‘Oh.’ Kevwe giggled. “I fit keep you company at the mechanic’s workshop nau. Abi, wetin you think?’

Ayo shrugged. ‘Okay. If it is fine by you.’

‘Of course.’ Kevwe giggled again.

In a few minutes, they were at the mechanic’s workshop. Ayo dropped the car and asked the mechanic to call him once he was done. There was a bar close by and Ayo decided to take Kevwe there while he awaited the mechanic’s call. They ordered a bottle of beer each and Kevwe gulped hers down in a hurry. Ayo teased her asking if she could handle another bottle and she asked him if he wanted to bet on it.

Ayo ordered another bottle for her and in a few minutes, she was done with the second bottle while Ayo was still on the first. After about forty minutes, the mechanic called Ayo to inform him that the car was ready. Kevwe asked Ayo if he would not mind giving her his number. He obliged as he reeled out his number to her. He drove off later while she went back to Madam’s house.

The encounter between them signaled a series of phone flashing from Kevwe. Ayo would always call back anytime she did; sometimes talking for long hours on the phone. However, Ayo never called her back during the day. He always made sure his calls to her were at night. Whenever Kevwe asked why he never called her back during the day, his response was that he was usually busy during the day. Kevwe however, would have preferred their discussions during the day as she was usually busy at night whenever Madam sent her to her clients. She was only free on the nights that she had no clients to attend to.

One night, during one their long calls, Kevwe told Ayo that she would like to visit him during the weekend. Ayo declined stating that he was travelling that weekend.

‘Okay, what about next weekend? Abi, you neva come back by that time?’

‘I will be back but I won’t be able to see you that weekend too. I have a family event to attend.’

‘You no wan invite me?’

Ayo breathed deeply. ‘It’s not that. You will visit me when the time is right, don’t worry.’

‘Okay oh. I don hear. This one wey you dey refuse make I come your house, I hope say no be say you don marry and you no wan tell me.’

Ayo guffawed. ‘Marry ke? Kevwe, abeg no make me laugh.’

‘Wetin dey funny dia? Your mates neva marry?’ Kevwe asked as she snorted.

‘I’m not married, Kevwe.’

Ayo decided to change the topic and Kevwe laughed heartily as they discussed into the night.

Four weeks later, Ayo called Kevwe one night that he was at the mechanic’s place at Obalende. He asked her if she could meet him there. Kevwe thought about where she would tell Madam she was going to. Today was her free day and she did not want to miss out on being with Ayo. She told him to give her about thirty minutes. She immediately put on a black round neck Tee-shirt on a red mini skirt and wore black ballet flats. She picked up a small handbag and ran down the stairs.

Madam was sitting in the living room watching the 7.00pm news. Kevwe coughed to catch her attention.

Madam looked up at Kevwe. ‘Where are you going? Is today not your free day?’

‘Yes ma.’ Kevwe curtsied. ‘I just wan see my friend. She wan give me something, I no go tey.’

Madam wrinkled her nose. ‘Hmm…mm, your friend.’

‘Yes ma.’

‘What time is light out?’

‘Twelve midnight ma.’ Kevwe said as she looked at her feet.

‘Make sure you are back before then.’ Madam said as she flicked her hand to dismiss her.

‘Yes ma. Thank you ma.’ Kevwe said as she curtsied again and walked out of the house.

Immediately she was out of the house, she turned into a dark corner around the building. She opened her handbag and took out a black transparent lacy blouse. She removed the Tee-shirt she was wearing quickly and put on the blouse. It hugged her bosom revealing her chest. She put the tee-shirt into her handbag and half-ran to the bus-stop to catch a bus to Obalende. As she boarded the bus, she put a call to Ayo to inform him that she was on her way.

Ayo was seated in the beer parlour opposite the mechanic’s workshop with a bottle of Gulder when Kevwe arrived there. He asked her if she would like to have a beer and she accepted. The waiter served Kevwe a bottle of cold Gulder and she took her time to drink it. Ayo smiled as he looked at her.

‘Wetin dey make you smile?’ Kewve asked.

Ayo shrugged. ‘The last time we were here, you rushed two bottles of beer. I’m wondering how come you are sipping this.’

Kevwe laughed heartily. ‘I no want make e finish on time.’

‘Well, you have to finish this on time if we are going out together.’

Kevwe’s eyes lit up. ‘You wan take me out. To where?’

‘Just finish your drink and let’s go.’ Ayo replied.

Kevwe gulped down her drink in one swig and Ayo had to laugh. He paid the waiter and they both walked out of the parlour. As Kevwe eased into his hyundai accent car, she looked at Ayo and asked again.

‘Tell me where we dey go nau.’

‘Be patient.’ Ayo replied as he switched on the engine.

‘I no be Patience.’

One thing Ayo loved about her was her sense of humour. ‘Okay, since you insist. I am going to watch a movie and I decided to take you with me.’ He smiled as he took his eyes off the road for a few seconds and looked at her.

‘Movie? For cinema?’ Kevwe asked.

‘Yes, at the cinema.’

Kevwe began to dance to an imaginary tune and Ayo laughed.

‘Why are you dancing?’ He asked as a smile played on his lips.

‘Because you dey take me go cinema nau. Nobody don take me go cinema before.’

‘Hmmm….’ Ayo hummed.

‘Yes oh. Who wan take me?’ She asked as she raised her palms up.

‘Well, we are here now.’ Ayo said as he parked his car in front of the Movieroll Cinemas. They both eased out of the car and Ayo held Kevwe by the hand when he noticed she looked a bit apprehensive. They walked to the ticket booth, paid for their tickets and got popcorn and a drink each. Ayo still held on to Kevwe’s hand as their tickets were scanned by the security. They walked into the hall and Ayo found a seat for two at the far end of the hall.

An hour and forty-five minutes later, they both walked out of the hall. Kevwe was all smiles as she eased back into Ayo’s car. Ayo noticed and laughed.

‘I can see you had fun.’ He said.

‘Ha, yes oh. I no no say na like dis inside cinema be sef.’

‘I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.’

‘Thank you Ayo.’

‘You are welcome.’ Ayo smiled as he kicked the ignition and started driving. Ten minutes later, Ayo honked in front of a enormous gate.

‘Which place be dis?’ Kevwe asked.

‘Well, you had been asking to know where I live.’ Ayo smiled as he looked at her.

‘Na your house be dis?’ Kevwe asked as her eyes grew big.

Ayo chuckled. No, this is not my house. We would get to my house soon.’

A security guard opened the gate and Ayo drove into an expansive estate. The estate had mostly duplexes and some bungalows. Some were in varied stages of construction while those that were completed were imposing structures.

Kevwe had her mouth agape as she looked around her. All the streets were well-lit and the environment had a peaceful ambience. Ayo parked his car in front of a white massive duplex. He killed the ignition and looked at Kevwe who was still looking around like a lost child.

‘Are you ready to go in?’ He asked her.

Kevwe turned to look at Ayo. ‘This na your house?’

‘No, Kevwe. It is not mine. It is my Uncle’s house but I also live here. So will you quit the questions and come inside with me?’

Ayo opened his door and stepped out of the car. Kevwe did same and walked towards him.

‘My Uncle lives in the big house. He gave me the boys’ quarters; so I stay at the back. He travelled with his family for vacation; so the house is currently empty.’ Ayo said as he retrieved a bunch of keys from his pocket. He opened the small side gate and led the way into the huge compound. Walking towards the back of the expansive building revealed another building; a bungalow also painted white.

Ayo inserted another key into the keyhole and opened the door of the bungalow. He asked Kevwe to go in while he followed behind. He touched the light button on the wall and Kevwe gasped when she saw the room interior.

‘This one na boy’s quarters?’ She asked as she walked further into the room and touched the white leather couch. It was a seven-seat settee. Kevwe looked round and was amazed. The room had grey wallpapers on the wall and there was a music system at the far end of the room. On the left, there was an en-suite room which was simply furnished. A small kitchen lay on the far right of the living room. Kevwe could not hide her astonishment as she kept looking from one room to the other while Ayo followed closely.

‘Your uncle dey very rich oh.’ She said when she eventually found her tongue.

‘Well….’ Ayo said as he walked towards the settee, picked up a remote control from the centre table and put on the TV. ‘Come over here.’ He said sitting down and patting the seat beside him.

Kevwe; still stunned kept looking around.

‘C’mon, come sit with me. I am sure you have seen bigger houses, so why are you surprised?’

Kevwe grunted. ‘Bigger houses? Guy, house get levels. If your BQ dey like this, how the main house go come dey?’

‘I’m sure you are exaggerating.’ Ayo stood up and pulled Kevwe to sit by him. ‘I want us to talk.’ He continued.

‘Okay.’ Kevwe said as she sat down and faced him.

‘I won’t pretend not to know what you do; and sincerely, I am in no position to tell you what to do and what not to do. I don’t know what pushed you into it but I just want to let you know that I don’t like it and I would be happy if you stopped.’

Kevwe took a deep breath. ‘Ayo, I know wetin you dey talk about but I no get person.’

‘You have me.’

‘You? You wey never see wetin dey under my dress.’

‘I don’t have to see it yet. The time will come; besides, is that the only way you would know that I will always be there for you?’

‘Hmmm.’ Kevwe grunted. ‘I no no wetin to talk. You know how many men don talk to me but all of them na my body dem want. After that, I no dey see them again.’

‘I’m sorry about that. I can only speak for myself.’

‘So wetin you want?’

‘I want you to stop this business you are into.’

Kevwe burst out into laughter. ‘Ayo, you no no anything oh. Business wey dey give me food chop, dey buy me cloth, give me house and everything wey I need.’

‘Is that all?’ Ayo asked her.

‘Wetin remain wey I dey find?’

Ayo sighed. ‘If I give you money monthly for your upkeep, will that be fine? Will it make you stop?’

Kevwe smiled. ‘Ayo, e no fit make me stop. The money you wan give me na to chop. Wetin I wan tell Madam wey give me house if she say make I go work?’

Ayo looked confused. ‘Madam?’

Kevwe hissed. ‘Ayo, make we leave this mata, abeg. You no go understand.’

‘But I want to. Please explain it to me. Who is Madam? You never mentioned you were staying with someone.’

‘How I go tell you?’ Kevwe queried.

‘Please tell me all about it.’ Ayo said as he took her hands in his and looked into her eyes.

Kevwe unable to hold his gaze dropped her head and sighed heavily. Over the past eight weeks, she had grown fond of Ayo and her day wasn’t complete if she had not spoken to him. He looked, dressed and talked decently and he was someone she would like to spend the rest of her life with. But she knew that wish was impossible. She knew this whirlwind romance between them would end one day as he would look for someone in his class and not a low-life like her. It hurt but she had learned to accept her fate. In times past, she wished she was not born into the family she was, but pondering over that only made her depressed. She had therefore decided to be happy and make the best use of every opportunity she had or came by.

‘I’m listening.’ Ayo said as he lifted up her chin.

Kevwe started her story right from when she was young. Her drunk father, her prostitute mother and the lack of care. She told him about how she was sold to Madam because her mother could not pay up the debt she owed. She told him about how Madam had been her sole source of help as she gave her food, clothes and accommodation. Madam told her for every help she rendered, she needed to payback by being her service girl. She had had no choice and her journey to prostitution began.

Tears spilled down Kevwe’s cheeks as she spoke. It wasn’t the kind of life she wanted but she had no choice in the situation. If she wasn’t wanted by her parents, who would want her? She was not ready to go looking for either her mum or dad’s family. As far as she was concerned, her parents and their families were all dead to her.

Ayo’s heart broke as he listened to her. What a life. He immediately felt sorry that he had judged her in his heart. He knew she had a story but he never imagined it was this bad. Kevwe tried to continue her story but she sobbed so much that she began to gasp as she spoke. Ayo pulled her closer and hugged her.

‘It is okay, darling. Please stop talking about it.’ He said as he caressed her hair. ‘I’m sorry you had to go through all this. I am here now.’

‘I….I….’ Kevwe was saying but she was hushed by Ayo.

‘Sshhh. It is okay.’ Ayo whispered and wiped her tears with his thumb. ‘I’m glad I know all this now.’ He said as he lifted her chin and kissed her lips tenderly.

Kevwe kissed him back and held on to him tightly. She caressed him as she did and Ayo’s body began to come alive. He tried to push her back but Kevwe refused to let him go as she continued to kiss him. She began to unbutton his shirt in a hurry. Ayo knowing what she wanted, stopped her as he held her back.

‘I’m not ready for this.’ He said; holding on to her hands.

‘Why?’ Kevwe asked astonished and breathing hard.

‘The time is not right.’

‘Wetin you dey talk for mouth, Ayo? Why you come bring me to your house?’

‘Kevwe, I wanted us to talk. That is why I brought you here.’

Kevwe was dumbfounded. ‘I no understand. You bring me come your house because you wan talk. Why you no talk for cinema? Why you dey ask me all these questions?’

Ayo breathed hard as he looked at Kevwe and took her face in his hands.

Kevwe slapped his hands away and stood up abruptly. ‘Come carry me go house. I no fit sleep outside if I no dey work. Madam go don dey look time for me.’

Ayo looked at his wrist watch. It was a quarter to 11p.m. ‘Don’t you think you should sleep here? It is late already.’

Kevwe burst into laughter and Ayo was confused.

She sneered. ‘Me, Kevwe? Sleep for your house? You wey dey speak English now as I touch you. You wan make I sleep for your house. You no serious. Abeg, come carry me go my house, jare. If you no fit carry me go, give me money make I go charter taxi.’

Ayo sighed and stood up. ‘If that is what you want, I will take you home.’

In a few minutes, they both eased into Ayo’s car. Kevwe was quiet all through the journey while Ayo was confused. He really liked Kevwe but he was not ready to sleep with her yet. Uppermost on his mind at the moment was getting her out of prostitution.

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Insane Driving

The road was a cross junction and I waited for the grey Toyota Corolla in front of me to drive into the street ahead. There was another car; a white Honda Civic in front of him. The driver in the Honda Civic noticed that there was a road block down the street caused by a religious gathering. He hesitated for a few seconds probably considering his options of an alternative route.

Cars behind me began to honk and I ignored them. If the driver of the white Honda did not make up his mind, we were all stuck. Suddenly, he began to reverse. I watched in horror as the driver in the grey Toyota Corolla honked continuously but the driver in front of him reversed all the way and bumped into him.

The driver in the white Honda Civic got down from his car and walked up to the other driver. “Kí ló selè nau?” (What happened?) He asked the driver of the car he just bumped into.

“What do you mean by that? You hit my car and you are asking me stupid question.” The other driver said.

“You no see me? You no see say I dey reverse?” The Honda Civic driver asked.

My jaw dropped as I watched the exchange. Was this guy for real? I thought. By now, there was a spill back of traffic and I tried to see if I could pass through as my final destination was before the road block.

The driver in the Toyota Corolla got out of his car in anger. “Ó dàbí pé o stupid? (I think you are stupid). Ojú è fó ni? (Are you blind?)

“Ojú tì ë ló fó?” (You are the one that is blind). The Honda Civic driver responded; spoiling for a fight.

I maneuvered my way through and as I got close to both men, I rolled down my window. “Oga, how can you reverse without looking back?” I asked the driver of the Honda Civic. “And you can apologize because you are wrong.” I continued.

“Can you imagine? He hit my car and he is claiming right again.” The driver of the Toyota Corolla said to me.

“Madam, mind your business. Wetin be your own?” The Honda Civic driver said to me.

“Haba! Who reverses without looking back?” I asked.

“Abeg, carry your car comot here.” The Honda Civic driver shouted at me.

I looked at the Toyota Corolla to see the damage done. There were a few scratches but no lights were broken. “Sorry.” I said to the driver of the Toyota Corolla. “I doubt the guy is okay.” I continued.

The Toyota Corolla driver hissed as he also looked at the damage done to his car.

I shook my head as I drove off thinking;

What would it cost the Honda Civic driver to apologize for his obvious wrong? Why do most people behave insane once they are behind the wheels?

I just wonder.

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Blind Pact – Chapter 9

Kofo eased into her car in anger. No one had ever crossed her path and gone scot free. Gboyega was crossing her path and he was doing it without giving a hoot. She had travelled out of the country for about three months and by the time she came back, so many things had changed. She tried ringing him but his number was unreachable. She began to wonder what the problem could be. Since he had graduated from school, going to campus to check on him had not been an option. She had never bothered to know where he lived. Their rendezvous had always been at places she chose. She got her informant to get her all the details she needed and she had been shocked to hear that Gboyega had dropped her for a school girl. What was he thinking? She made more inquiries and found out who the girl really was. A church girl. She had been surprised when she found out.

She smirked as she tapped the steering wheel. Gbosgaga, a Christian? She laughed derisively and shook her head as she thought about him. So far, he had been the only source of happiness in her life and she could not let him go. No, not now. Not ever. He was hers and hers alone. No one else could have him. She hoped Bola would heed to her threat to stay away. She had been nice to her when she visited her room. Her next encounter with her may not be pleasurable if she refused to keep her hands off Gbosgaga.

Her happiness started and ended with him and she was ready to go into the deep recesses of her heart to wake up her past life in a bid to hold on to him. Kofo grew up in one of the slums of Calabar with her prostitute mother. She never knew who her father was. Every night, her mother locked her up in her room while she went out for her business. Unknown to her mother, one of the neighbours in their face-to-face abode had made a spare key to their room. While her mother went out to service her clients, the man came in with the spare key and serviced himself with Kofo. He was a young man of about twenty-two who lived with his parents who were drunks. He had no source of living and he hung around the house every day making a nuisance of himself.

She was just eight when he initially forced himself on her. She had cried all through till morning. He had warned her never to mention it to anyone; as that would result in her death and that of her mother. She had been too scared to tell her mother and she lived with that fear until she ran away from home at the age of thirteen. At thirteen, she had become fully matured and well-rounded and could pass for a twenty-one year old. Even though, her mother did not lock her in any longer whenever she went for her business, her abuser still visited their room every night to fulfill his pleasure.

The night she ran away, the man had come into her mother’s room as usual but this time, he came with three of his friends. He had smiled wickedly as he caressed her body and told her she was going to enjoy this session specially. She nodded as her soul died that night. The men had been excited as they groped her. Her abuser had proudly told his friends that he was only giving them this opportunity as she solely belonged to him. He told them to take their turns as he was having her the whole night. He beat his chest as he told them that he had made Kofo capable of going many rounds. His friends had been a little envious and each of them had tried to woo her with sweet words.

The three friends got down on her; each unable to hold his urge. Every opening in her body became a tool of abuse. Her abuser stood by her watching his friends as he excited himself, caressing her bust and awaiting his turn. Kofo continued to endure the abuse waiting for the right time to strike. When she noticed that their pleasure was hitting a crescendo, in the heat of their passion, she pulled out the chopping knife she had kept under the single mattress in the room and sliced each one of them wherever she deemed fit. Shock registered on their faces and before they could get a hold of themselves, she hit the knife on the head of her main abuser, opened the door and bolted out.

She never went back home. She picked a top and a trouser spread on the line outside the house and ran as fast as her legs could carry her. The night was eerie and she was covered in its darkness. She had stolen a few cash from her mother’s underwear bag and as she got dressed in an uncompleted building, she hid the cash inside her brassiere. She took a bus to Lagos that night. She did not care where she was going. She just wanted to be far away from home. The bus was carrying goods but she had begged the driver to allow her ride with him to wherever he was going. She could barely stretch her limbs in the crammed bus but she hadn’t been bothered. As long as she left the city, she was ready to bear anything.

She had arrived in Lagos as a newbie to street life. She slept in parks with a jackknife in her pocket and used it freely on anyone who tried to take advantage of her. She was quickly noticed by the men of the underworld and they saw her as an asset. She was used as a bait to lure men before they were robbed and she got her share of every operation the men handled.

 

During one of their operations, she had pretended to be in distress and knocked continuously on the door of an apartment. A man asked who was at the door and she had answered that she needed help. The man had opened the door and her two-man gang had pushed the man inside holding a gun to his head. They asked the man to bring out every cash he had and also asked his wife to handover all her jewelry.

After robbing them, one of her gang members looked at the man’s daughter as he licked his lips. The girl was about Kofo’s age. He asked the girl to lead him to her room and her father knowing what was about to happen began to plead with him. The man pointed his gun at the girl’s father and told him to shut his mouth. The girl started crying as she was rough-handled by the gang member.

As he was about leaving for the girl’s room, Kofo called him and asked him not to touch her. He got angry and told Kofo that if she had allowed them to have their way with her, he wouldn’t have to look for pleasure somewhere else. If she would not allow them to touch her, then he could touch anyone he wished without her consent. The second gang-member laughed and told Kofo he was going to have his turn after his friend. Kofo warned them a second time to leave the girl alone as their mission was to rob and not to rape but the men only laughed her to scorn.

As one of the men carried the girl like a sack, she screamed and memories of Kofo’s past came rushing back to her. Kofo put her palms over her ears trying to block out the screams but they only grew louder. She opened her eyes and saw the girl’s parents sobbing. She became enraged and walked into the girl’s room. Her hands had been tied and they were raised above her head. Her legs were also tied to the sides of her bed post. Her night gown had been torn and it lay on the floor by the bed. She lay on the bed naked and helpless. Tears streamed down the girl’s cheeks and Kofo saw fear in her eyes. The men smiled when she walked in and urged her to watch and enjoy their romp. They were both half-naked.

As the first man moved towards the girl, she screamed again and he slapped her hard in the face. Kofo felt the sting of the slap on her own face. The man grabbed the girl by the neck and was about to force himself on her when Kofo pulled out her gun and shot both of them point blank in a fit of fury. She walked out of the house alone with their booty and decided she was through with men of the underworld.

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She moved on to become a pimp for politicians and this became the source of her wealth.

Gboyega had to come back to her. She did not care about his new love for Christianity. He belonged to her and she was going to have him back by all means.

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