“Friends hurts the most, be careful of the friends
you keep”.. Funny how I remembered the words of
my teacher advising me to stay away from the kind
of friends I associates with while I stood there,
looking at Bros Abu and the woman, I guess she
was the one I called my Uncle’s Wife few hours ago
but at this moment, she was just a woman.
“Ummm.. Ummmm.. Danladi, what are you doing
here?” She asked in the most vulnerable voice ever,
as she stood up from the Old sets of mattress that
were in the store,sweating profusely like some
stainless steel with ice block inside! while Oga Abu
was busy wearing his trousers. Damn! He was also
wearing perry colev? and I didn’t remember
seeing him remove the condoms. Like he used it
“Joyce weds Daniel”, as I saw it on their wedding
calendar the previous day, Joyce was from a
wealthy home,a graduate of Law in A.B.U Zaria in
her mid 20’s. Didn’t really pay attention to her
physical appearances as she was my uncle’s wife.
But she was a beauty to behold, especially now that
I got to see those b.o.obs she has refused to let
sagged. Unfortunately it was all physical beauty,
because I just saw the ugliest woman ever!
What went wrong? Could it be that my uncle with
his pot belly (which explains the XL shirts he keeps
giving me ) couldn’t satisfy his wife in bed? Or is it
because he is hardly at home? Why? They are just
2years old, no child yet, is that uncle of mine
impotent? Abi this Abu of a man use jazz?
“My Guy!, its not what you think”.. Abu interrupted
my thinkology(pardon! ). I looked at him, I felt a
rage inside of me and wanted to break his head, but
thank the gods, they over took my actions, I just
looked at him and left the store room. (Oga Abu
grab oh! Make he no use style beat me for that
room because na danger zone I enter.)
The phone rang, it was asamoah, I picked it and he
started saying words I don’t understand.
All I understood was “I don find girl for you”. I have
been thinking for almost 2hours in my room, as to
why Joyce will cheat on my uncle that worships
her. But I thought to myself that enough was
enough, so I brought my phone, opened my opera
mini, opened my Saved Pages, I was a fan of Lisa
Ann and Kapri Styles, so I had pictures of her on
web pages saved in my browser. This was an
attempt to stop thinking of my uncle’s wife
Unclothedness abomination. Or so I thought .
Grrrrhhhhhhhh!!!” The bell by the gate rang, while
your boy was busy looking for soap to put lagbaja to
sleep (Same soap I left outside oh!). At this
moment, the thoughts of Joyce came again!. “Why
did this Uncle of mine listen to his wife in not
having a gateman? How am I supposed to go out
there like this to open the gate?”. Wssssh! Back to
my kaftan, with some hard-on lost, I went to open
the gate, taking note that the Honda EOD was
missing, meaning Joyce wasn’t around, Faith and
Abigail came in. Abigail didn’t greet me, but faith
Faith was a chubby girl, more like the younger
Toolz in person. An engineering student in
Landmark University and with an inquisitive brain.
She greeted me and I asked how her outing was,
she didn’t answer but asked why my eyes were dull,
told her I just woke up.
I closed the gate and walked behind them, I don’t
know why my eyes went straight to faith’s A$$, but
whatever it was, “Blood of Goat” was all my brain
could interpret to my eyes, I tried comparing it with
that of Lisa Ann’s but I was more interested in
knowing the kind of p@anties she wore. So I
abandoned the comparison and tried tracing the
p@nty lines, at this moment, I wasn’t conscious of
the environment. All I was following was an A$$
and the rhyme that came to mind was “17, 18, 19,
I saw legs climb a small stair, this was when I
realised we were at the entrance to the house, and
like someone snapped out of being hypnotised, I
ironed my movements, put both hands in my kaftan
shirt to position myself. Ohhh! I went to the
backyard to pick up my soap because this new era
of temptation was getting much.
Got to my room, straight to the bathroom and I
masturbathed with Joyce’s Unclothedness, Faith’s
A$$ and Esther’s Smile in mind, I was so sure I was
gonna Pour twice but phuck this silly brain, it
always decieves me. Just once and I have lost the
hormones? Upon all the build up? Hope say I nor
resemble my uncle oh?
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