Must Read: The Player

Episode 6 years ago

Must Read: The Player

On my way home it felt like I was flying.
I kept replaying what had transpired between Abibia and me, her words were like honey, except when she mentioned the fact that she had a boyfriend. I wasn’t going to let go of her because of that, my girlfriend was taken from me by a big headed bros called Emma, I don’t care who it was she was seeing. I was smitten.

If only Bauchi was around, he would have told me how to go about it. Some days before, I saw Odogwu and a bunch of fellow miscreants escort a rich politician around the estate. I had waited patiently to see if Bauchi was going to come around, he didn’t. I was disappointed.

I didn’t even know if Kiki was missing him anymore. Different guys came visiting though they didn’t enter her room, I wondered if they entered while I was away though. Since Bauchi left, I noticed that my crush on her had diminished or was it due to Abibia?

The voice that I could hear from my flat wasn’t that of Ezekiel, I wondered who the visitor was as I entered. Ezekiel had been bringing more of his prayer warrior friends to the house, I didn’t even act like I noticed.

I also saw a Adult movie magazine in the trash bin, I doubted it belonged to Kiki, the only kind of people who dispose Adult movie are either those who had masturbated too much that their genitalia had started to hurt or people that had backslidden but were ready to surrender to Christ. I suspected Ezekiel.

The face staring at me sent shock waves down my spine. The fact that Kiki was sitting on his leg didn’t in any way reduce the shiver.

“Fifi, how was your paper?” Kiki asked with arms thrown around his shoulder.
She was wearing one of those over-sized shirts that must have belonged to Bauchi, she wasn’t wearing any Bra for I could see the big mould shape of her nipplez.

“Fine, very fine,” I replied.

I looked into the eyes of Lekan, and if he recognized me, he didn’t show it.

“Hello Fifi, my name is Lekan,” he said stretching his hand for a handshake.

I couldn’t help but notice that they were overly manicured.

“Hello Bros.”

Once again, he acted like he hadn’t seen me before, I was happy. I dashed to my room, shut the door, ran my fingers beneath my bed till I saw the nylon filled with kulikuli.
With every crack of the very hard pastry, my heart beat became more regular, till I slept off.

It had been a while that I dreamt of my dad, but I did that afternoon. I was in the market, trying to buy a football and he was the seller.
I kept telling him to give me at a discounted price but he refused, smiling. When I finally got the ball, it became an orange and I happily ate it.

I woke up from the dream running my tongue between my lips. Though it was just a dream, it was nice seeing him. The beauty about death was that he never grew older in my head. I listened carefully to be sure that Lekan had left the flat before going to the kitchen in search of anything to eat.

Kiki was frying yam when I got there. But that wasn’t the first thing I noticed, I noticed that she was wearing a gown that should have been worn by a 13yr old. Whenever she stretched to put a piece of sliced yam into the boiling oil, I could see the base of her well shaped bum. I wasn’t infatuated with her anymore didn’t mean I wasn’t sexually attracted to her, I told myself.

“Fifi you are a bad boy, why are you staring at my behind?” Kiki said interrupting the mild blue film playing in my mind.

“Your dress is too short na.”

“Why didn’t you just say I should change it instead of staring at me, I am like your mother in this house o”.
We both laughed.

“Well I decided that since Ezekiel had gone for vigil, I could dress as I wanted, Oga landlord, am I allowed?”

“Over allow dey worry you sef,” I said laughing and trying not to look again.

She also used her left palm to hold the gown in place whenever she stretched. It made the scenery hotter because it tightened the gown around her waist. The way they moved upward when she stretched.

“I will soon be done; you will eat fried yam and ketch-up, yes?”

“Yes na, I am very hungry,” I said, as I went back to my room. I hoped to think of Abibia till the food was ready.

There was a knock on the door that distracted me from kissing her in my mind.

As I opened the door, the fist of Lekan in all its manicured masculinity crashed on my face, I fell.