Love, Lust And Lost

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Love, Lust And Lost

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It would be the first time they were going to a hotel, oh!. I meant the first time he was taking her out to a hotel. They had always done their kissing and caresses where no one could find them. Sometimes at the close of school – when teachers were no longer around or at some food canteens on the field which were left open by their owners and, by at least 5:30pm – if no match was going-on on the field, would be deserted.

She had never let him into her house whenever he accompanied her home. She couldn’t take the risk, couldn’t ever dare to as it would mean over-stepping her boundary because of the unlimited freedom given to her by her boss.

He had tried to cajole her on several occasions when her boss were out of the country on a long vacation but she feared it might be the day she let him in, – they would come back and catch them, which would spell as if she had been doing it for long.

He had to leave her to her fears since she couldn’t summon the courage to take the risk. `Don’t let me be the one to ruin her stay with her boss,’ he had resolved and they kept to their usual joint.

They passed by the famoss guest house, some few walks further – they got to the Sunnypool hotel and entered through the main gate. A man stood resting on a wall, a lit cigarette in his right hand between fingers and a lady leaning on him, – her hands in his trouser which belt was loosed.

It dawn on Theresa at that moment, those she had walked past; various girls and women in indecent dresses were all prostitutes. Many of them in their `I don’t care attitudes, chewing gums like a village girl just learning the act, their mouth sounding Ngna! Ngna!! Ngna!!! Up and down like restless he-goat chewing grasses.’

The picture was now painted clear to her realisation, seeing the place they entered, – `a hotel!’ She exclaimed, her eyes bulging out of their sockets.

“Izu, what are we doing here?.” She asked, halt and turned to face him.

“Ermm! Ermm! Don’t worry, when we- ‘ge’ ‘insidee’ the room, I go tell you” he replied pleading in his cracked-up english.

She didn’t resist and he left her presence to negotiate a room with the attendant.

“Bros, how far na, how much be room?”

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“Na 200 for 1hour!. Shey you get change sha?” The hotelier asked. A yoruba man of 24years of age, – Sule by name who was managing the hotel for his aged father.

“Shey no be 100naira?, arh bros!” Izu protested trying to beat down the price “na 100naira I pay last month wey I come carry woman,” he added.

“You self see yourself, last month and this month na same thing?” Sule replied trying to make Izu clueless, which he wouldn’t have an argument. “I get something wey I wan go do if you never ready o.”

He drew him back as he made to leave, squeezing the dirty 200naira into his palms. He raised the money up to the light, holding it with his two hands to the bulb as if looking may be it was fake. The bulb that hung in the lamp-holder at the wall of the bathroom, a 5 by 4ft room without a door, bare cemented floor with white remnant of foams still hanging at corners of the wall, was handy.

“So na this kind dirty money you carry come f^ck woman, make sure you wash your hand make you no go give the girl craw-craw for to`to o,” Sule made joke and guffawed as he directed a grunting Izu to a room pointing to the west where he stood.

Izu winked at Theresa and she read the code by following him into the room. It was painted sky-blue, a single red bulb hung on the almost collapsed ceiling-board above.

The small room accommodated a 6ft bed with mattress on it, a faded white bed-sheet which looked very dirty, almost brown was on it, – stains of blood sprayed on some parts, dried K!ttyC@t fluid or Pour making uneven rings on the bed.
There was no window in the room but a wall fan hung above the bed. A plastic white chair on the left which any customer that lodged till day break might find a use for; a basket full of used condoms, tissue papers and sort in it stood close to the bed.

The room didn’t smell nice even as it appeared it was about an hour ago it was last used. Theresa looked round the room, hands folded beneath her chest.

“Si-don na,” Izu said in somewhat uneasy voice.

She looked at him as she sat down with inquisitive eyes and watched him bolting the lock of the door, shutting it behind them.

“Izu, what are you doing?” She asked in fears “Hope you are okay?”

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