Must Read: A Simple Life On Paper - Season 1 - Episode 9

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Must Read: A Simple Life On Paper - Season 1 - Episode 9

Monday was not as dreaded as Garfield painted it out to
be. I was in a good mood all day. The students were
using it to their advantage. They were asking a boatload
of questions. The questions ranged from religion, life
after university, life in the civil service and Emeka was
interested in my s*x life. We all got lunch courtesy of
Uzi. Her mom was so pleased with her dedication to the
training that she bought her a car. We were all invited to
go clubbing with her and her friends on Friday night.

Everyone was interested. The married guys were also
planning to come along with their wives so it seemed
like it would be lively.

Tuesday came and first thing in the morning Tintin
(Tinuke) came over to tell me she would be reporting to
camp. She had a crazy look I recognised from the other
day but she later let it slip that the French had arrived.

I was going to miss seeing her.

I went to work and decided that I would take my students
out for lunch. I was surprised that the “big boy” Emeka
followed us. The ladies chose the location and they
technically organised our seating. Emeka was away from
me and I was flanked by Abdul and Bunmi. She took
charge of the chitchat and had her mind on the clubbing.

Things like when I would come, who I was planning to
come with, what was my drink of choice, do I dance all
came up. I just generalised the questions after I
answered them. The other gents were also pleased to
share their own plans. Pat was going to bring a girl he
met online, Emeka was going to bring his guys, Abdul
was not going to come due to other pressing
engagements and Bunmi’s boyfriend was going to take
her there. So they all had more detailed plans than I had.

All I planned on was leaving home by nine.

I went out in search of fruits that Thursday in the
evening. Unfortunately, Ibro (my fruit vendor) was not
open. So I had to go further down to get all the fruits I
need. On my way back into the compound, I saw
TinTin’s car parked close to her apartment. Since I was
holding perishables, I went straight to making my drink.

If she wanted to see me, she knew where I would be.

I woke up and readied myself for work. Picked up my bag
and headed out. To be honest, I was a bit bothered by the
fact that Tintin didn’t come over so I considered seeing
her before I left, but fate intervened and her door opened
as I had done locking up. A dude came out in a corps
member’s kit. That fella was definitely older than thirty…

but that was no concern of mine. Tintin following him
out however bugged me a bit because she looked
fetching in her bum-shorts and vest.

Was beginning to hope he hadn’t touched her last night, but the kiss he
planted on her lips before he left her veranda was all the
proof I needed. It hurt.

“Welcome back white fowl” I belted out. He was already
on his way to the gate so it wasn’t as if I was
interrupting anything. “Don’t call me that joor” she
replied with a look of mock hurt on her face. We didn’t
say anything else as I headed out of the compound and
to work.

I was back home by five. I didn’t spend much at the
office after work because I wanted to be fully rested
before the evening. I ate, showered and hit the sack.

I ignored the knock on my door as the sleep began to kick
in. By half past seven, I was on my way back from
buying a grilled chicken. It was going to go well with my
dinner. “Were you doing someone this afternoon?” Tintin
asked as I was opening up. “I wasn’t” I answered. “Why
didn’t you answer me when I knocked” she continued as
she followed me into the kitchen.

She had a lot of things she wanted to clear up.

I was to know that I was just my friend, the guy who I saw leave
her place in the morning was Babatunde (her ex), she
was going to travel for a wedding hence her escape from
camp and she was looking for me in the afternoon
because she had cooked and wanted me to taste her cooking.

To be honest, I was pleased when she left to her
place to answer a call from her fiancée. It gave me the
chance to shower and dress in preparation for the club.

There was something about knowing someone else had
touched her that made her less appealing to me.

I still enjoyed her company, but I was alright with the “just friends” she classed me as.

I got to the club in time to be in the pictures and the
cake (she decided to celebrate her birthday a week early)
had not been butchered. Uzi didn’t mention that she
attended an “all girls” school, but the fact that there were
more ladies than gents in VIP lounge was proof enough.

The married folks were seated and screaming over the
music, Emeka and Patrick were dancing with some
ladies, Bunmi was having drinks with her guy and Uzi
was shuffling between the dance floor and photo ops.

One thing I loved about the party was the short dresses
that the ladies wore. It worked wonders for their figures.

It even gave those that you wouldn’t notice had feminine
figures worth bumping and grinding with.
I was downing my third malt when a lady left the dance
floor and lured me from my bar stool to the floor.

Thank God I learnt how to dance during my university days.

After a couple of minutes with that lady, I was also
thankful I wore tight underwear. She was dancing freely
with me and grew excited every time she saw me break
an energetic move. I liked her energy and the feel of her
skin under her satin dress. I was let down when her
clique called her over to them so she could answer a
call. I don’t do that solo dancer thing some guys have
mastered so I thought of going back to the bar when
Bunmi came to take her place.

I was looking at Bunmi that evening under a new light.

Maybe it was the dress that enhanced her curves or the
makeup that enhanced her eyes. She had a bigger rack
than I had noticed before and I loved the way they
swayed and bounced to the beat. It was also hard to
believe that the same lady that kept her distance from
me at work was dancing with me so passionately and
freely that I had almost forgotten about the one I was
dancing with earlier. At a point, she was even twerking…

my southern anatomy was giving me grief for restricting
his freedom. After a while, I understood why some guys
take a break in the lavatory to shake the one-eyed
monster.