If anyone had told me six hours before now that I would be
in a room with this aged fat man, I would have argued with them.
It was a blissful Friday afternoon, Dorcas, my roommate, had called me from home to
inform me of a birthday party happening later in the day. Although her plan
when she was leaving school on Wednesday was to return to school on Sunday
evening, she, however changed her mind and decided to come back to the hostel
on Friday evening so she could attend the birthday bash of a popular rich man
in Lagos.
It was as if Dorcas knew I was officially the ‘most bored
person’ in the world that day when she put a call to me telling me about the
said birthday bash which her school mother had invited her to.
From the way she sounded on phone, there were lots of
incentives attached to being present at the party. Meeting with top politicians
and top influencers in the country (which I was not too keen about), going home
with lots of cash if you know how to play your game quite well… (I didn’t know
what that really meant, but was hoping everything would be just fine), and so
many more!
I just wanted to have fun in the company of my friends, get
out of this my boredom state which I had been for 48 hours and return back with
well… money!
I knew that I was a smart girl (I still am), so no matter
what games they might be planning for everybody present at the party to do to
win some money, I was sure of myself.
Just like Dorcas, I had no boyfriend but although Dorcas had
been in and out of five relationships, I really could not figure out why I
could not hold on to one.Most of the guys who had asked me out ended up
irritating me… except Abiola.
Abiola was studying Computer Science and he was about two
levels above me. It was the fifth month since Abiola and I had been friends
(although he was still waiting for my reply to his proposal).
The ‘clean’ dark guy was, and is still cool, calm and
collected. Unlike those other boys who just get me irritated with either their
behaviors, orientation or their words, Abiola always knew when to talk, keep
quiet and he was always making me laugh.
Although I was deeply convinced that he was the one for me,
I still dragged my reply to his proposal just to be sure of what I was getting
into.
“At least, he’s still better than all of those other
unserious guys,” I had silently thought.
“I will never allow him go. He’s the one for me,” I
assured myself further.
But Dorcas is a free bird; she had tried out about seven
relationships that did not work out, they all ended even before they started.
Well… when Dorcas called me to intimate me on how we were
going to meet, I wanted to ask her how her school mother, whom she had not seen
in years, suddenly got across to her, to tell her about the gig happening later
in the day.She was obviously in a rush to get off the phone so as to prepare
and get back to school on time.
When Dorcas arrived, we were both in haste, and our dressing
routine which usually takes two hours, ended in less than thirty-five minutes.
Spotting a sheer tube dress that barely covered my boobs and
butt, with other parts of my body leaving much to be imagined, I was all set
for the party.
“Wheeeeeeeeeew!” Dorcas exclaimed when we were all
set. “Omo, you’re simply hot.”
With the both of us gaily dressed, a car was already waiting
to pick us outside. It was later that I got to know that it was part of the
arrangement for the gig; everyone is taken care of right from their doorsteps.
When we finally got to the venue, I was thankful to God that
I dressed like a ‘big babe’, although my parents would have to look twice to be
sure it was their daughter they were actually seeing.
Looking around, I didn’t see any young boy that could
conveniently fall into the category of the word ‘young’. The space was filled
with ‘big old men’ and many young girls, but I was not bothered.
As we moved more into the night, I noticed that Dorcas had
drifted away from me, she was laughing off already in the company of two old
men. At a point, I didn’t see her again and I just concluded she had gone to
the other side of the space with her newly found friends.
While I was doing my thing, my eyes got in contact with a
pot-bellied man for the third time. I saw him as he finally got up, making a
move towards me.
While I was still wondering, “who will talk to this
pot-bellied, overfed man,” he got to touch me on my shoulders.
And since my short dress was barely covering my backside and
my boobs, the man must have been drunk with all other revealing parts of my
body that he saw.
Before I could say Jack, I was already in a seat alone with
our dear ‘Wonderman’ (that was what he called himself). He was quite a funny
man and I said in my mind he wouldn’t be a bad friend for the night.
After a while, he asked us to move down a room. The hall was
already getting deserted with only few people left and the few people left were
all in pairs. I tried Dorcas’ number, it was switched off so I decided to
follow ‘Wonderman’, since it was my last resort.
When we got in, he went straight to the bathroom and within
few minutes, returned in only his underwear.
I had watched a few of Nollywood movies with this kind of
scene and it was almost looking like another one was about to play out; in
which I was fast becoming the star actress. I could not breathe properly again,
my heart was beating faster than necessary.
I decided to think back at what pushed me to the situation I
was, with a man old enough to be my dad, all alone in this well-furnished room.
Wonderman did not allow me enter deep into my thoughts
before he jerked me back to life again by touching my shoulder…(my shoulder
again!).
When I looked at him, his face had already changed. He was
not looking like the person I met outside minutes back, he was looking like one
who will get anything done at all costs.
The expression on his face, his body movements all suggested
he was only waiting for me to make a move. A move that I was not sure what
exactly he wanted.
His hands had already made for my boobs and… I was freaking
hot already, but was not sure of what exactly I wanted.
I was already enjoying the guilty, but sweet feeling, before
my senses returned. I quickly looked around, picked up my bag which I had
dropped somehow, and ran out of the room.
It was close to midnight, so there was really nowhere for me
to go, but I managed to get a taxi which took me straight home.
After taking my bath, I played the scene all over again. And
although I enjoyed the aspect where he was beginning to fondle with my bosom, I
just told myself, “that’s exactly how prostitution starts.”
What would I have told Abiola whom I was seriously
considering as a future partner?
Well… I didn’t do anything silly. I was glad as I sneaked
into my blanket and slept off almost immediately. What a day it was for me!
