Diary of a broke Naija playboy - S01 E47

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Diary of a broke Naija playboy - S01 E47

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 47

Chinaza called me that she was already on labor and felt like the baby would drop on the floor any moment soon. Well, I got to her lodge and she told me she was only joking, she wanted to know how much I cared and also needed me to buy banana for her at the junction that led into her lodge. The pregnancy was only 6 months gone. I don’t blame her, the fault was mine for not counting.

Well, all was not lost at that wedding shaa. Willie drove them home but not after I had secretly gotten that perfect kiss from Chinecherem. The rest of the evening was spent brushing my skin against Chinemelum, telling each other the tales of our lives and the icing on the cake was that James was around, teasing us. Well it was all convenient because he had landed himself a heavy girl earlier at the wedding. She was one of his sister’s ashebi girls and she was beautiful but not my kind of beautiful. So he was happy and had forgotten totally about the poison thing.

Chinemelum drank a glass of the gold slug and got tipsy. She made me teach her how to kiss and she was a slow learner but she did learn and I was glad to teach her. A bit of fingering happened in our room, while James was away. She was wet all over. I couldn’t bring myself to shag her. I thought she was too beautiful to be used by someone like me. Neither of us slept. We spent the rest of the night talking nonsense. Two drunk lovers, sitting under a canopy, hidden in the darkness and sharing one mug of palm wine. If I ended up finding nothing of interest in that town, Chinemelum made up for all of them. I had hopes. She wrote jamb and unlike my baby bear, she passed well and was hopeful. She wanted to join her brother in Unizik and when I told her I was schooling there too, she then made it two reasons she must be in unizik. I was like Chinaza prepare o, you are about to have a rival.

Straight to the gossip of the day. Eva was getting married. Please check the calendar. It’s not April 1. Evangeline is f-----g getting married. I don’t think she was trying to get back at me or whatever. She had shown me the guy and he was cute. He had cash and I was looking forward to my bang mates wedding. She didn’t invite me though. She told me but she wasn’t going to invite me.

“So now that you are gone from me, who will do me the way you use to do me?” I asked her the day we were smooching in my room. Shape wasn’t around to interrupt.

“I don’t know but shebi you know I won’t cheat on him. He is so cute and a darling,” she said to me and pecked me out of excitement. She was deliberately avoiding my lips. She was getting married and so was trying to put a stop to our adventure. I couldn’t wait for Chinaza to deliver, with Chinecherem gone and Eva getting married, there was no one else to f--k. I needed a new girl and I set out in search for one.

It wasn’t like I was going around the whole place with a placard on my chest advertising for a girlfriend vacancy. I just kept my eyes open. Exams were fast approaching and I found myself reading in bits from time to time. On a given day, I was deceiving myself in the library, flipping through my Facebook and my handouts as well. Then along came Cynthia, looking wonderful, I noticed that Cynthia was like the devil, you could only resist her in prayers but not in real life. I invited her to sit with me. She was shinning in her natural states. She came to read as well so we read each other.

“Where have you been?” I asked and she smiled.

“Have you been looking for me?” she asked and I nodded. She smiled again.

“But you don’t like inviting me to your lodge.”

“Well, my girl is unpredictable, she can even walk in here now,” I said.

“Well, you should come to my lodge.”

I thought about it, it seemed nice but I was comfortable in home matches where the pitch is mine and I was conversant with the terrain. Cynthia was a play girl no doubt and her body count might even make mine weep and I didn’t need a repeat of that night at that muscled guy’s house where I preached my konji away.

I decided I may like that shag her for a night but I shouldn’t keep her as a regular girl. And that was what I did.

She made me a nice indomie and added Amstel Malt to it and made me c-m it all out almost immediately. And then I continued my search.

As an Estate Manager, I was learning to have eyes on properties with very good potentials and this discipline I spread out to other endeavors of my life, like girls with potentials of being very beautiful with the right touch. I found one around my faculty. I loved her instantly and her figure was the numero 8. She wore some casual type of dresses that hid her assets but a nigga like me knew she had them and I went for her. She was dark tho but I didn’t mind. Chinaza won’t deliver anytime soon and Eva was getting married.

I walked up to her one day. She seemed quiet and the type you could easily force a smile out of.

“Cynthia?” I called her and she looked at me with a frown.

“Sorry, shey your name is Cynthia?” I asked. I didn’t even know her name but that was better than walking up to a girl and asking for her name straight up.

She shook her head and continued giving me the “Do-I-Know-You” look.

“Sorry, I thought it was your name,” I said and sat beside her.

“What is that your name again?” I asked.

“Why do you ask?”

“Well, I thought I knew you from somewhere but maybe I am wrong but if I knew your name then I won’t call you something else. Or should I give you a name?” I asked. She nodded with a smile.

“Beauty,” I said and she laughed.

“See, you are blushing already,” I said. More laughter from her. Nice, we were blending in.

“What is your own name?” she asked after she had stopped laughing.

“Beast. Call me beast like beauty and the beast.”

She started again, Jeez, I didn’t even know I was that funny. Few minutes after, I was abandoning my lecture and following her to hers. Nobody was surprised, everyone knew I had that player factor in me. Eva was inviting me over with her eyes but I was a bachelor. I have no business with married women.

So inside that lecture hall, I was the odd one out. Everyone seemed to be understanding except me. Well I kept myself busy with Beauty’s fingers. She let me have them and I loved holding onto it. She knew how to smile and I loved girls like that and by the time the class ended, we were two meters away from being couples. Yes, I had that Charisma.

“So will you be coming to school tomorrow?” I asked and she shook her head. I myself had classes the next day but I was willing to sacrifice it all for her.

“Maybe you should come around to my place, see how I live?”

“I don’t know if I will have the chance,” she replied.

“Don’t worry, you will. Can I have your number?” I asked and popped out my Nokia torch. It rang almost immediately and Queen was written on the caller interface. I hid it away from her and busied the call. Chinaza had this attitude of showing up when she was not needed. I had barely opened up my dialer when her call came in again, haa, Chinaza! I busied it again and took Beauty’s numbers before Naza will come and call again.

“My name is Chidimma,” she said and I stored the number with Mma, an equivalent of Beauty in Igbo. I am always right. I forced a hug out of her and we embraced deeply. I watched her go, swaying her fine hips out of my very face. I shook my head and turned to go. Another call from my queen came in. I picked.

“Baby yo, how are you doing?” I yelled into the speaker, garnering some attention from around.

“I am not doing anything, why have you been cutting my calls?”

“I was in the class sweetheart, sorry.”

“Sorry nke gi, come and open the door for me abeg.”

“Naza are you in my lodge?” I asked.

“No I am in your house,” she replied and cut the call. Did I mention that Naza had the attitude of showing up when she was not needed?