Calabar Adventure - S01 E02

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Calabar Adventure - S01 E02

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Uduak

Jeez! Finally in the very popular Muritala

Mohammed Airport in Lagos; Thirteen hours

felt like 13years on the very miserable flight; I

sat next to a coughing patient and it was just

too horrible an experience. I couldn’t

complain because then; I will be the

sociopath and anti-humanity brute, I had to

take it all.

I dashed for the door as soon as I heard we

have landed. I got out to get fresh air, I

moved to the exit and I was hit with an awful

din by the hundreds of taxi drivers, all

advertising their charter service.

It was at night, so without wasting time, I got

one and requested he take me to any nearby

hotel to pass the night. I insisted it should be

somewhere close to the airport because of

my flight to Calabar this next day.

After struggling to understand my accent, the

bald short man obliged and took me to a

very exquisite hotel, some place that felt and

looked like London. I got comfortable

immediately, had my bath, rubbed my very

toned body with my night lotion, and deep

down, I wished the taxi man hit on me; truly

hoped that the he would pass the night.

I was h—y for reasons i cannot explain.

I connected to the hotel’s password, skyped

my folks, and watched some hot Adult movie

that turned me the Fork on and i fingered

myself to pulp. My cl!toris was fire red and

rivulets of juices dripped in appreciation of

my good finger work.

After my self service, I slept off immediately

unclad and without washing up. The stink of

K!ttyC@t lulling me to a deep and yearning

sleep. I dreamt of raging c—s and insane S£x.

Fred

Up early and out in my friend’s car to the

airport, my flight is 10am but because of the

tireless traffic in Lagos, I want to be in the

airport’s vicinity early enough so nothing will

stall me. My good friend is my driver and his

joy in doing this for me was very palpable,

countless times, he professed how much he

is happy for me. He was sure this has in it,

more blessing than I envisaged.

It was seeming like my mom hired him to do

this because he really sounds like her. My

over caring mother on the other hand kept

calling and texting, torrents of prayers was

unleashed on me and my lips is getting tired

of saying amen, her co-pastors also saw it

good to call me and release yet another

tsunami of prayers on me. Their prayers had

something in common, they all included in it

that i get also a good girl in Calabar like I

have gotten a good job there, the same thing

Ndifreke was telling me as he drove.

He advertised how beautiful, girls from his

state are, and how well they cook and

effusively, he told me about their

performance in bed, how firm their asses and

b0s0m were, and he practically sold me up

on them.

This was my morning in a nutshell, and he

went as far as to save some numbers on my

phone, and even encouraged me to call them

and linkup with them. I was just looking;

totally overwhelmed from both ends.

Uduak

OMG! This is not happening right now! I got

up late, maybe from overdose of ecstasy I

got from the finger job I gave my self. it is

7:30am and I have a 8:20am flight to catch!

I rushed through bathing and got prepared.

This is the fastest I have done in my entire

life.

I got out and its now 8:00am, the notorious

Lagos traffic stared right at my face and I

know for sure that I am in trouble! Fork!

My cab man worsened my dilemma by

saying he cannot come because of traffic

impendimments. I have just 15mins to reach

the d–n airport. Im in a crazy fix!

I use to think I have this innate way to find

solutions and make swift decisions to

situations, but it dawned on me that I am just

a beneficiary of enabling environment like

London. Lagos is different and D–n it is

hostile too! These were my thoughts in

complacency, I even thought that God was

trying to punish me for my misguided act

yesterday.

In the middle of my forlorn, I waved a car and

driver parked beside me, with my eyes full

with tears; I walked to the window, now my

eyes couldn’t hold back the tears, “please, I

am late and I have a plane to catch, please;

help me get out of this place, I beg you” I

said this praying fervently in my heart that

they are not illiterates. The gentleman on the

driver’s side wind down and declared the best

news in the world to me, “we are headed to

the airport, come in,” My heart thudded in

great joy.