Must Read: The Devil Who Loved Me

Episode 7 years ago

Must Read: The Devil Who Loved Me

As expected a lot of guys were in front of the
premises, some guys where in the sitting room
playing snooker. With the amount of cash
displayed, they were definitely gambling.
Uche: Jafar say make una comot.


He didn’t need to talk much, the guys filed out
like they were remote controlled. Uche told me
to wait for Jafar, while he left the apartment. I
was alone by myself in the premises. I could
hear the guys gathering outside, shouting,
laughing and always in an excited state. It was
clear that Jafar was not around. The AC in the
premises was in full throttle, I was dressed in a
short gown with a scarf covering my hair, I was
cold. After 30minutes I had gotten enough, I
decided to leave and was on my way out when I
heard a car pull into the drive. I peeped
through the window to see Jafar get out the
Benz. He brought out some bottles of liquor
from his booth, the guys hurriedly took it from
him. Then they started singing, songs that
talked about freedom from
oppression,suppression et al
As he entered the sitting room, I made up my
mind I was going to give him a piece of my
mind. Jafar was wearing a hooded top with a
blue denim jean. His Vuitton frames were
brown, sitting well on the bridge of his nose.


Jafar: I am sorry for the delay, I was held up..
Me: I can see
Jafar: goodevening ma’am
Me: good evening Jafar
Jafar: are you hungry?
He stood beside the snooker table, he just
asked me If I had eaten like I was his daughter.
Me: I am good. Can we talk about what
happened to Acho?
Jafar: yes, but I am very hungry, can u cook?
Me: I beg your pardon?
Jafar: I am not a very good cook, but I try to.
Me: Jafar, its late…lets talk so I can go.
He looked at me and smiled. Some minutes
later he came back with a canned Coke and
gave me. He went back inside his room and
when he came back, he was on singlet and a
boxer short.
Jafar: lets talk in the kitchen, I am famished.
Me: ermmmm….ok…
The kitchen looked very tidy, I was sure it was
so because of the amount of girls that visited.
The kitchen was bigger than my room, I
admitted to myself.
Jafar: my favorite food is Yam and egg, what is
yours?


Me: Rice, jollof.
Jafar: do you like fish?
Me: yes
He smiled as he brought out some fresh
tomatoes and pepper from a fridge with a
transparent door.
Jafar: you will see some eggs behind you, while
you deal with that I will peel the yams..
Me: what are you trying to do?
Jafar: we are cooking, later we eat..then we
talk.
I quietly started cutting the tomatoes….
Me, Chief Dike’s daughter.
The food came out well, at least it looked good.
He ate in the kitchen , quietly like I wasn’t
around. He had insisted I eat with him but I
declined. He didn’t seem like someone that
cooked his meals, it was s*xy** I must admit.
After eating, he started washing the dishes,
that was when he started talking..


Jafar: so what problem do you have with how
Acho was handled?
Me: that was not the kind of security I wanted.
Jafar: I heard he almost raped you
Me: nope! He was my boyfriend until two weeks
ago, I guess he just wanted to prove a point
Jafar: I thought Timi was your boyfriend.
I was speechless for a while
Me: Timi is an ex too
He laughed, laughter that exposed his teeth.
When he laughed he seemed to have difficulty
breathing, he laughed in bits.
Jafar: you dey vex o…you just dey ex all of
them.
That didn’t sound funny to me so I kept a
straight face. He took out his phone and called
some to come meet him in the kitchen. The guy
came and took away the yam that remained in
the pot and the eggs in the frying pan.
Me: are you their father or what, how old are
you?
Jafar: 26
Me: what are you?


Jafar: I am a guy…lol
Me: you know what I mean
Jafar: I don’t ma’am
Me: you are a cultist?
He laughed again. He laughed like I was kid
asking why mummy had a big tummy.
Jafar: what do you think?
Me: I think you are a cultist
Jafar: hahahahahaha..
Me: aint you?
Jafar: cultism is otokoto shii..all them blood
money n all…
Me: so you are what?
Jafar: Confra….
Me: what is the difference?
Jafar: we fight for black man’s liberation
Me: you believe your bullshit?
Jafar: bullshit?
Me: you kill yourselves in campus, intimidate
and all
Jafar: there are bad eggs in every organization.
When Wole introduced Confra to the university,
it was for social equalization. Rich or poor,
everybody being equal..no matter the tribe and
all. The military hijacked it and started bribing
our boys to intimidate people. Later political
criminals started using them for election
violence. Unfortunately, it has given us a bad
name.
Me: so why involve yourself with it, you seem
very intelligent.


Jafar: to have brothers with a common goal, to
protect the oppressed and suppressed…to
protect people like you…fend for people you
would probably never know about.
I realized we were getting nowhere; I had to
shift back to Acho’s matter.
Me: you can protect the Abayomi and the other
peeps…leave me out of it.
Jafar: I can’t.
Me: why?
Jafar: you are an investment now; I am
responsible for your safety.
Me: you are saying I don’t have a choice?
Jafar: as regards your safety, you don’t…I am
sorry ma.


Me: I don’t like the way you handled Acho’s
issue
Jafar: ok, we will reduce violence to the minimal
Me: thank you.


Jafar: now that we have an agreement, can you
shoot pool?
Me: nope.
Jafar: come let me teach you.
Me: not interested, thanks though.
He was already moving to the sitting room, I
had to follow, no be my kitchen na?
He gave me a stick, placed a white ball and a
red ball on the snooker table.
Jafar: now you are going to learn how to hit a
ball with the cue ball. The cue ball is the white
ball, the stick is called the cue stick.
Me: its like you didn’t hear me, I am not
interested.
He led me to the table, stood at my back. He
grabbed my left hand and used it as a rest on
the table, my right hand held the butt of the
cue stick. My bum was crested on his crotch,
his shoulder enclosed mine as he tried guiding
me to take the shot. I could smell him, I could
hear his heartbeat. I wondered if he heard
mine. The last time I felt this tense was when
Timi held me for the first time.
Jafar: in snooker, you, your eyes, your stick and
the cue ball have to be one, they have to trust
each-other. Your aim is the other ball…the
middle of the other ball.. remember trust is
everything…he whispered in my ears. His lips
brushed my ear lobe.
The shot I made was the worse shot he had
ever seen, he had to admit.