Dirty Hustler - Season 1 - Episode 9

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Dirty Hustler - Season 1 - Episode 9

Continuation. . .
There was a rapid knock on the door.
“Sister! Open na me!”
My heart skipped a beat as I stood up from the bed to open the door.
Nkiru’s eyes were red and puffy, She looked disheveled in her uniform. She had been crying.
A deep feeling of guilt overwhelmed me.
“Wetin happen? Why you dey cry?” I probed.

She walked into the room and sat on the floor, her shoulders sagged as she wept.
“Nkiru, talk to me na…wetin happen?” I squatted next her.

“Sister, I am finished! I don die!” She kept her hands on her head and wailed.
The feeling I had was a mixture of fear, guilt, pity and regret all at once.
“Wetin happen na?” I bursted into tears, seeing her cry like that broke my heart.
“Sister, the…the money wey Mam..Mama give me to take co..complete school fees don lost….I no see am!” She shook her legs and catarrh flowed freely from her nose.
“Wetin you mean by e don lost? Where you keep am?!” I feigned anger.

“Na for inside my bag I keep am o, the small zip.” She opened her bag to indicate where she had kept the money.


The truth was that Mama had handed Nkiru 12,000 naira that morning to complete her school fees. Mama had gone to work while Nkiru prepared for school. I saw where Nkiru kept the money and as she was about to leave for school, I begged her to help me buy Bread and Akara from down the street. She was reluctant at first as she didn’t want to be late for school but I had promised to give her some Akara and she happily went on the errand.

I took out 12,000 naira from her bag. Broda had only asked for 5,000 naira for his father but I decided to use the extra 7,000 naira to get foodstuff for him as he had complained of not having any at home.

“You are nothing but a careless girl! Money wey Mama work hard for?! Ehn Nkiru?! Make Mama come first!” I spat at her and walked out of the room.

I felt sick in my stomach and prayed silently for God’s forgiveness.

That night, Mama flogged Nkiru without mercy.
“Where…How I go fit see 12,000 to pay within two weeks time? Ha! I am finished!” Mama cried bitterly.

I felt terrible watching them cry. Nkiru’s exams would commence in two weeks, she wouldn’t be able to write her exam without full payment. She might have to repeat the class if she was absent for the exam. I closed my eyes and sobbed.

“Nkiru, since you nor know the worth of money, you think say money na wetin dem dey pick from ground.”

“Ah! Mama…no be so-”
“Shut up your mouth!” Mama screamed at Nkiru. “From now on you go dey work for Lady Afang restaurant after school, you go dey help them wash plates for there. On Saturday and Sunday you go dey wash cloth for people house, dey do any work for them.” She declared and sat on the bed to cry.


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Broda and I boarded a night bus to Lagos. I was so excited as I had never been to Lagos before. I had heard a lot of amusing facts about the city which I was eager to experience.

Most young boys and girls who had left my village to Lagos usually came back behaving more refined and posh, some came back very wealthy. Even the ones who went to work as servants walked with their shoulders high when they returned to the village.
“First Lagos, then America.” I smiled and sang to myself.

We had only covered a mile when the lights in the bus were switched off. After a while, I began to doze.

I felt Broda’s hand as he bunched up my skirt and rubbed my thighs. I pushed his hand away and arranged my skirt.

“Wetin dey do you, People dey here.” I whispered looking around the bus, it was quite dark and I could barely see the passengers.

Broda placed his hand back, after pushing him away severally, I got tired and gave up.
He pushed my p@anties aside and shoved his index finger into my V----a. I closed my eyes and tried hard not to engage in his risky game but I began to feel strong waves of pleasure and I started m0an!ng.

I got very moist down there. Broda added three more fingers which he shoved deep inside me.

I tried my best not to scream.

I was at the brink of an o----m when light flashed into my eyes. Broda’s finger slipped out of me immediately.

“Wetin una dey do for there?”

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