Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

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Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

So that was the end of the conversation.
We managed to coarse mom out of her car.
The crew for the marriage was I, shape and Williams. Chinaza was pregnant and I wouldn’t want her to take the long trip plus she never actually liked the idea of traveling that far. Shape had insisted that Chinecherem go home. Jamb was over already and her parents had been hotline blinging shape over her. I liked the decision tho, even though I realized I was falling in love with her, I didn’t need her to mess up any prospect I had of hooking my self up with an Ebonyi chic.
Shape was dragging Willie along unwillingly but he accepted tho. He could do anything for a good booty.

I and James actually set out the day before the actual day. He wanted to show me around and help him out whenever he needed it. We left around 6 am. The trip from the bus park to hometown was straight boring. We were sandwiched between two other guys. The one beside me was busy sleeping and passing it onto us and the other guy was speaking Queens English into his phone at every interval, lying to whoever it was that was on the other side of his phone that he was on his way to South Africa. At a point, I had to start asking if we had boarded the wrong bus.

The only breath of fresh air in the bus, two fine daughter’s of eve that I would have so much loved to be cranked in between them were way far up at the front seat, being entertained by the driver with his boasts of haven once driven Barack Obama in the white house. Those girls were beautiful but looked very dull so I think they actually believed him.
We drove into ebonyi by 3pm. Another 30 minutes on an okada brought us to James’s house. It wasn’t actually the enclave I had expected to see. They had a very nice bungalow to themselves, freshly painted in brown color. The whole house was swarming with workers, designing and cooking. I strapped my bag and shaped my face very well. I needed to wow any chic that might bump into us.

“Chibundu!!” I heard someone scream and turned to look. A young lady was running towards us, her b0s0m running before her while she followed closely behind.
She came right at us and dropped a hot hug on James. I was expecting her to give me mine but nothing of the sort happened.

She examined him properly and hugged him again. Then he introduced me to her and her to me. Chinenye was her name, his elder sister and the reason we had come. James is my friend but I am not going to lie, I am too old to tell petty lies. The truth was that James was actually better looking than his sister, Chinenye. She had that curve factor,
interesting set of b0s0m and an enticing backside but then, James had a better face.

We walked into the house. The interior was tasty and impressive. We met his mother in the sitting room. She was one sweet little woman, her face a carbon copy of Chinenye’s. She hugged her son and shook my hand. She was sweet and happy.

That settled the difference between James and Chinenye’s difference in looks.
I assumed James got his good looks from his father then. We went to his room. He had done a very good work on it. Nice paint work.
A large enough flat screen and a sturdy mattress, lying on a fluffy red rug.

“James how come?” I asked, pulling my pencil gean trouser from his wardrobe. He grinned cheek to cheek.

“I forgot it during the holidays.”

“Ah ah, and you were even helping me search for it back at our lodge. Nawa to you o.”

Shaa we unpacked and I pulled out my shoes, sliding into my comfortable slippers. We waltzed out to see the rest of the place.

We ran into his father at the backyard. He was overseeing the slaughter of a goat. He was a few inches taller than his wife and had a dark strong face, the type of face you would see on a carved woodwork. Maybe he was a bit finer when he was younger but I happen to miss its reflection on his face. Another hug and introduction followed. He shook me strongly and he was really jovial. That added a little glow to his face.

“James, is like your village people no dy like fine,” I said after his father had left and he eyed me.
“Waka.”
I laughed. Just when I was trying to summarize my points to him, a rainbow crawled out of that cloud of a village.

This beautiful foxy girl just walked through the house to where we stood. She was all heavy with endowments, she let her cleavage pop out from the top of her blouse and they were fresh. She had dimples, a nice set of smiles and her walk was so out of that village, in fact it was out of this world and she was fair!!!

She walked straight to us and dropped all that sauce on James. I stared wide eyed.

“Guy meet my little sister, Chinemelum,” James said. She threw me a stupefying smile and I caught it. I went for a hug too and she obliged. I held onto her long enough for James to break us. She excused herself and I turned to James.

“Did your mom play away match?” I asked. He gave me a shove as we ran out through the gate that led into the house.

The sun was setting already. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and welcomed my self to the city of Ebonyi, The salt of the nation.