Part 15: Quitters never give up

I met two Americans at the club the other night with Tolani and Funmi. It obviously didn’t go down well with Tolani that Funmi and I chose to leave with the guys. Tolani didn’t have a choice. She had to come with us but she was careful not to sleep at all so that no one would invade her privacy. All of the brief excitement I had with Peter wouldn’t let me be normal again. It was the beginning of something beautiful that Dan wouldn’t indulge. The more alcohol I had, the more I wanted sex, and Funmi knew just where to get it as often and random as the urge demands. By the time I was having this conversation with my brother again, I lost count of how many random men I had been with. It was even more fun that I didn’t need their money and for that reason, they wanted me to stick around more than I wanted to. Tolani didn’t like it. I suspected she told Omololu about it.

“You would do anything?” I asked, raising a brow so mischievously.

“Just name it,” he insisted.

“Quit The Brotherhood.” … More Part 15: Quitters never give up

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Part 14: Come back to me

I could only be comforted afterwards by alcohol and the wild parties. Funmi was just right the person to keep me functioning in that new lifestyle. Omololu eventually came to know. There was only so much I could keep away from him. Despite the fact that he was getting busier with school and with The Brotherhood, he still made time to see me every now and again. He threatened to report me to Dan if I didn’t give up my mayhem. He must have thought the mention of Dan would make me snap out of my initiation but it angered me even more. … More Part 14: Come back to me

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Part 13: Bitten

At Peter’s private guesthouse, we wasted no time getting down to business. It felt like so much tension in our bodies when we finally consummated. He was nothing like Dan – gentler, more mature, more expressive, encouraging me to be more than myself. I wanted to be all that he would appreciate and remember for a long time. I wanted him to regret being married to someone else so I must have exhausted myself in the little knowledge of romantic sexual intercourse that I had come to know. I had experienced aggression about intercourse I never want to remember and the gentle side that Dan graced me with but this aggressive passion with Peter was the best of both experiences. … More Part 13: Bitten

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Part 12: Bites worse than barks

“An hour is fine. I’ll just freshen up and get ready”, I spoke before I could let my thoughts out loud.

         I was in his office. It was after 5:30 in the evening. Quite a number of the office guys were trooping out of the building when I got there. He came out of his office when he sighted me through the wooden blinds. He was on a call though. He kissed both my cheeks one after the other. I would have blushed but he didn’t give me the privilege of doing that. I was also somewhat embarrassed that he would do that in the open office where a few other people were. … More Part 12: Bites worse than barks

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Part 11: Fighting Temptations

I couldn’t even remember what the sudden awkwardness between us was about but Dan was obviously still stiff about it. I sat on my bed, letting out a sigh of discomfort as I waited patiently for Dan to speak first.

“You didn’t tell me you were going home for the weekend”, he said.

I thought for a second or two before I said, “Yes, I decided to go home suddenly. I was missing home. Besides, I didn’t realize I owe you every detail of my plans”. … More Part 11: Fighting Temptations

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Part 10: A vampire, perhaps

“It would have been nicer the other night though but you were with those two school boys and I didn’t want to be rude, taking you away from them”.

I looked at him, amazed. Then I laughed. “Omololu and Dan”, I said.

“Who were those? Your boyfriends or something?”

“Oh please. How many boyfriends can a girl have?”

“My dear, only girls know the answer to that”, he mocked. … More Part 10: A vampire, perhaps

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Part 9: Along came a spider

“Dance with me”, he insisted. There was no more strength in me to resist him anymore so I obeyed quietly, taking his hand and followed him to the dance floor.

Being in his arms, dancing so closely made me even more nervous than I could understand. He saw the nervousness all over me but did nothing to help me feel better. Even worse, he wouldn’t stop looking intently at my face even when I tried to hide it away from him. This isn’t me, I thought to myself. Why am I being apprehensive being with this man? So I decided to cut the growing tension. … More Part 9: Along came a spider

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Part 8: Twice Shy

Peter Daniels – Managing Director, Chevron Oil Company.

Him? A Managing Director? But he seemed so young to be the managing director of an oil company. I had danced with him briefly after Dan and I went back into the club. He must have been keeping his eye on him long enough to know he wouldn’t get good time with me to ignite a conversation so he dropped his business card in my jeans back pocket. I left he touched me but when I looked at him, he raised his hands like it was an innocent mistake. I wouldn’t have guessed if I didn’t have to empty the pockets to give out my club clothes to the dormitory laundry woman. They smelled out cigarette smoke. … More Part 8: Twice Shy

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Part 7: Her new haven

I had never danced with a boy before, other than Omololu. Dancing with Dan was different, endearing. I found myself giving to him as much as he wanted me to get comfortable with him. We moved closer and closer to each other as though it was an opportunity we had both been waiting for. His cheek brush against my forehead felt like a kiss. It jolted me back to life. I moved back, then I looked at him in the eye. … More Part 7: Her new haven

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Part 6: Meeting Dan

“He’s left you here all by yourself and your friends have excused themselves. The least I can do is stay with you till either one of them comes back to you. I’d feel terrible to leave you unaccompanied”.  He almost sounded genuinely concerned. I looked at him. He couldn’t have meant any harm if he meant every word. On a closer looked, he looked like a mummy’s boy with such cuteness. So I let him stay with me than some other random cult guy grab me forcefully otherwise. … More Part 6: Meeting Dan

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