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Friday Nights; Sexcapades 6

Click here to read the fifth episode on sexcapades if you are just joining us…Friday Nights; Sexcapades 5

‘Sexcapades’ is the second part of Friday Nights and a continuation of the first part; Reckless Journey; so just in case you might be wondering where the extra characters are coming from, please start reading from…Friday Nights; A Reckless Journey 1




Mortified by the sudden intrusion into our privacy, I scrambled and hurriedly put on my clothes as I watched Dafe walk towards the door.

“What is it?” He asked calmly as he opened the door lightly, standing between the open space.

“Someone is here for you from Dr. Imafidon. She says it is urgent.”

“I will be down shortly. Please attend to her and tell her to give me another 10 minutes.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I got to my feet as I tried to straighten my hair and my appearance. He closed the door and walked up to me, kissing me by the nose as he tried to grab me by the buttocks.  Shocked at what could have happened a moment ago, I smacked away his hands. “Stop it jhoor. Leave me.”

“Shut up jare, Mimi.” He said grimly adjusting the neck of my polo and putting his hands into my blouse to adjust the hem of my bra. Then he took my belt and fixed it round the loops of my denim shorts, strapping it tight round my waist. He forced my chin upwards, causing me to look at him. “Hey sexy.” He said softly, “are you okay?”

I jerked my chin away from his touch. “I don’t know. Do I look okay?” My throat burned, I was still aroused and mad and very very embarrassed. I didn’t think I would ever in my life, lose my mind like that to a complete stranger and I hated that I had done so with him; a man whose approach to sexual intimacy was so cynical, it depressed me just thinking about it.

“I know you know that I want you so badly it hurts but I have just been told I have an urgent request waiting for me downstairs. Can you stay a while so I can get done with the person downstairs? You can do whatever you want and have Stanley show you around or make you anything to eat. I will be in my private study, so don’t be bothered about walking around. Please?”

I knew I needed to get away from him; go home and take a long nap, while I think of what I was just about to do with him. Staying behind would just complicate the matter and I didn’t want to do that. “No Dafe, I’ll rather go home. Thank you for the offer.”

His fingers curled around mine, “just so you know, we are not done. I will come back to get you, no matter how many times you push me away.” He leaned to kiss me, “I will have the driver take you home,” as he walked away smiling.

I was terrified!



There is something I have noticed about life. Just when you think that you have everything all figured and planned out, the unexpected begins to happen!

It was 6pm and I was jittery with excitement as I finished with my make-up and proceeded to wear my new hot burgundy jumpsuit from Deji. Deji had texted an hour earlier to remind me of our date. I had rolled my eyes and stood up to take a quick shower after I read it, wondering why he had to remind me of something that sat on my mind all day. I gave myself one final look after I had worn my very sexy jumpsuit and heels. I decided to pair it up with a gold clutch purse since it matched with my pair of earrings. I looked at my wristwatch, it was 6.26pm. I shivered.

Was I ready for this?

Just then, my phone rang – it was Deji. I picked up on the third ring…

“Hey you, I’m outside.” He started, “Do you want me to come in?”

“No” I hurriedly replied, “I will meet you outside. Give me two minutes.”

“Okay then.”

He ended the call while I frantically thought of what I had forgotten to do. HA! I pulled open the dresser and sprayed a little bit of the perfume I had. I stepped out of the room and told my mum I was going out for a while, hoping that she wasn’t going to ask so many questions. She looked at me as she smiled, “Take care of yourself oo and make sure you come back in time.”

“Bye mum.” I replied smiling at her as I hurried out of the house.


I walked towards the car with Deji standing right in front, quietly waiting. He looked good. Very good and I was impressed. He came towards me, his strides graceful and strong. He caught up my hands and lifted it to his mouth after which we shared hugs as he smiled broadly at me while he walked me towards the car, opened the passenger’s door for me and I hopped into his Range Rover Sports.

His gaze was intense. Intensely hot, intensely focused.

“Sorry, I’m late.” I started.

“Oh no, really it’s okay. At least you are here and you didn’t take more than three minutes.” He looked at me searching as amusement warmed his eyes, “you look beautiful. The dress suits you just perfectly.”

I smiled brightly delighted at his compliment. “Thank you Deji. It was really thoughtful of you to do.”

A slight frown knitted a space between his brows. “It was the least I could do.” He started the ignition of the car as he looked back at me, “Shall we?”

I nodded my head in affirmation as he drove away. I wondered where he was taking us to and I didn’t want to ask. We made light conversations on the way ranging from my hobbies to his hobbies, my passions and what I enjoy doing, his travel experiences. It was not surprising that Deji had traveled to so many countries; France, Monaco, Chicago, Russia, Malta (I didn’t know anyone traveled there).

“I’m glad I met you.” He suddenly said to me in the middle of our conversation. I wasn’t sure how to respond so I just smiled wondering if now was the time to bring up Omotayo or wait till when we get to where we were headed.

“Now that I think of it…” he glanced at me, “I don’t know your age. How old are you?”

“Is there a reason why my age is of importance?” I asked wondering why he suddenly wanted to know.

“I just want to know. I am 33 if that is any consolation.”

“Oh, wow…you don’t look 33. I would have guessed you were 29.”

“So you think I look young?” He shrugged,  “well, that is something coming from you.”

I chuckled, as I noticed him look at me again and back to the road. “So are you going to tell me your age?” He asked again


He looked at me befuddled, “are you serious?”

“Is there a reason why I should lie to you?” I asked.

“Wow! I sincerely thought you were 28 or something. You are pretty young and mature for your age.”

“Oh, I see.” I fiddled with my hands as I looked out the window, enjoying the view of the balustrade on the Lekki-Ikoyi link bridge.

“Hey Zii…” he murmured, the vibration of his voice making me ache all over. “I really want us to work and be together.” He took my hand and ran his fingertips over the palm I opened to take in his hand, the simple touch sparking a fierce desire. The way he studied me, while we waited in traffic, made my chest hurt. He looked grateful, his eyes warm and tender.

I was mute, hoping that we get to our destination on time, irrespective of the traffic.

Four minutes later, we arrived at Lagoon restaurant in Victoria Island, where Deji slowed down and finally stopped his car by the parking spot. We walked in and went into ‘Churrasco‘. It was a very lovely and beautiful place. I wondered why I had never heard of it.

As we got to the reception, the lady smiled and asked if we had made any reservations to which Deji affirmed. She looked through her list on her system and after confirming the table for two, showed us where had been reserved for us. The ambience was beautiful and the environment was serene and peaceful. It was really a good place to laugh, eat and talk with soft music playing in the background.

Deji took my hand as we walked to our seat which was just facing the outer view. He pulled out my seat as I sat down while he went over to sit down. Two waiters came to us; one holding an ice bucket of some expensive wine and the other holding a menu. The one with the ice bucket handed it to the other waiter as he opened the bottle of wine and filled our wine glasses before setting down the ice bucket. Deji motioned for the other waiter to hand me the menu and come back later.

The two waiters left, leaving me alone with Deji. It seemed like he had reserved the entire space as there was no one else coming in to the restaurant. I took a gulp of my wine as I remembered that we ought to speak about Omotayo before anything. I didn’t want to spoil the moment but she kept coming up in my head.  I coughed.

“Are you all right?” He asked softly.

I looked at him meekly, “no Deji.”

“Talk to me about it. I am here to listen.” He stretched his hands to hold mine as he stared.

“Well, it’s Omotayo and the thought of her constantly plagues my mind. What is it with both of you?”

He sighed as he placed his palms together and held it under his jaw. He looked at me with concern as he started, “Omotayo is my ex. She was my very first girlfriend and subsequently when I relocated to New Jersey after my secondary education here in Nigeria, we thought it best to break off our relationship. Of course, I had other girlfriends back in New Jersey and subsequently at Berlin, where I started working after college. Omotayo kept in touch and we maintained our friendship. She knew I was dating other people and she was as well, so I didn’t think she had a problem with me dating other people.”

He stopped to look at me searching my face for any expression before he continued, “When I decided to move back to Nigeria three (3) years ago to start my own business, I told Omotayo about it. She was one of the closest friend I had that lived in Nigeria, so it made sense to tell her I was coming home and that she was going to take me to all the new spots that had opened after I left the country. For the first one year of my return back to Nigeria, Omotayo was my right hand man – showing me around and making sure that I wasn’t cheated by anybody. She was more like my personal assistant and for that, I will be forever grateful to her. Seven months after my return to Nigeria, she broke up with her boyfriend Daniel. When I asked her why, because Daniel seemed like a really good guy to me, she said he wasn’t the man of her dreams. I thought she was being crazy or overly ambitious, so I told her to be sure of what she wanted so that she doesn’t lose a good man over nothing. That day, I remember her clearly smiling at me, saying what she wanted wasn’t far from her any longer and that it will take a matter of months before she gets it. At that time, I didn’t understand she was talking about me.”

He stopped to take a sip of his wine. I looked at him, waiting. “Two months after that, I met Theodora – one thing led to the other and we started dating. Omotayo was mad at me. She was always warning off Theodora from me, distracting her and causing trouble. At first, I thought she was doing it to protect me because she knew Nigerian girls better until Elvis told me, it was me she wanted and that she didn’t want any other lady to take what she had suffered to build for years. I was distraught because it took me five months to realize that and that was after Theodora broke up with me, saying that I was a cheat and she couldn’t continue the toxic relationship. I tried to talk to my mum about it but my mum won’t hear of it. Unfortunately, our families are closely tied and my mum really likes Omotayo – so she kept advocating on how Omotayo was and is the best woman that could eventually be my wife. One year and two months after my stay in Nigeria, I took the courage – even after I had told Omotayo that I was no longer interested in her in the way she wanted me to be – and started dating Fisayo. Fisayo was a real catch and she was really great! We were happy together for two months and then she found out about Omotayo. Omotayo knew that Fisayo was a jealous lover, so she capitalized on it and sent her some friendly pictures we took when I first came into Nigeria through a private phone, labeling me as a cheat and calling her my side chick. Some of the pictures contained almost naked pictures of Omotayo with me at the beach and on a yacht with some of our other friends during our first re-union. How she cropped the photos to look compromising is beyond me. Fisayo got very livid and without waiting to ask me, she stormed my home one evening and destroyed my things. I am not a man of too many words and I don’t like toxic people, so I broke it off with Fisayo. I was so upset at what she did and why she would do it. She kept calling me a cheat and a fuckboy but I didn’t understand anything she was saying or what she was talking about; all I could see was how toxic she was. I didn’t even know it was Omotayo’s pictures with me she had seen that got her raving mad. I just ended it. Some weeks later, when I was calmer and ready to listen to Fisayo, she told me how upset she was when she received the pictures and why she did what she did without thinking. She said she finally got to know from Jay that the girl in the picture was Omotayo and my supposedly childhood friend whom had turned to a really close friend. She apologized but there was no way I was going to take Fisayo back, even though I forgave her. When I confronted Omotayo, she openly told me that no one was allowed to date me except herself and that we were destined to be together. I told her off, and ignored her until I met you. I didn’t believe she would continue that way because it constrained our friendship for a period of four months and she promised to stay off my relationships. We weren’t even on talking terms after that and I was clearly shocked that night when she came in to Radisson Blu. Honestly, I didn’t think it would happen.” He sighed.

I looked at him as I wondered what I had put my self into. This Omotayo babe was clearly not going to let Deji be with anyone else ad I wasn’t sure I had the strength to fight with another woman for a man.

He looked distraught, “I don’t know how she does it but she keeps stalking my every relationships and it is terribly upsetting.” He reached out to hold my hands as I pulled them away, not sure I wanted him to hold me. “Ziola, you are really someone I want to start something with and I have barred myself to you because I don’t want to hide anything from you. Please, don’t let Omotayo be a determining factor in something that promises to be beautiful.”

“Deji, this is not just a walk over. This is something I have to take my time to think about. Omotayo is clearly obsessed with you and my dating you will be an intrusion in something she has already imagined to be beautiful. I don’t have the strength to fight over a man.”

“Zii, I’m not asking you to fight over me. I am telling you the obstacles that are surrounding me and I want to have you beside me, standing strong. I will fight for you, no matter what it takes me.”

“I don’t know Deji. Girls like Omotayo are not people to play with. I can’t afford to have someone bath me with acid.”

He looked horrified. “That will not happen to you! Omotayo will never do that!”

“That is what you say but you never know the extent a woman can go to if she really loves a man and someone else is standing in her way.” I sipped my entire wine out of my glass distressed as to how I started to fall in love with a man with such a history. I hated women drama.

Deji looked at me, “are you hungry?”

“Very. After all this story you just narrated to me, food seems to be the only thing that can make me forget my sorrow Deji.”

He huffed as he signaled at the waiter to bring the food we had earlier ordered. My head kept spinning at the entire story I heard.

Was it not better to leave this man when I still had everything in my body and soul intact?

What kind of love will make me date a man who had a complicated history that could later affect me?

I was so lost in thought, I didn’t realize the food had arrived till I felt Deji caress my left palm gently. I looked towards his direction and saw the variety of dishes before me. Suddenly, all the thoughts about Omotayo vanished as I realized I was hungry. I had left my stomach empty in anticipation of this date. The three course meal was lovely and it felt like a private feast. As I chewed on the lamb dipped in curry sauce, Deji reached over and ran a fingertip over the corner of my mouth and then licked off the dab of sauce he had collected. I smiled consciously as I licked my lips.

“Do you by any chance even, like me?” I heard him ask quietly

I was weakened by his question. I didn’t want to answer it as I didn’t even have an answer to it. I looked at him with raised eyebrows as I wrinkled my nose, “I don’t know Deji.”

“Even if it is just 5%?”

“Deji please.”

“I want to know Zizi. Do you?”

I sighed as I nodded coyly. Of course I liked him, wasn’t it obvious? Why was there a need to ask?

“I don’t understand what you mean when you nod like that Ziola. I want to hear you say it. Do you like me 5% or do you like me a whole lot or do you not?”

I set down my fork and looked at him squarely, “Deji, even if I liked you…there is still Omotayo. I’m not ready for that.”

“You still haven’t answered my question babe.”

“Okay fine, I like you Deji…a whole lot.”

He smiled sheepishly for the first time and I thought he looked very cute. I smiled back. “So what do I do to make you mine?”

I swallowed. I took another forkful of my meal and looked at him. “I don’t know Deji. I clearly do not want to be involved in a mess. Fix your mess while you have the time and come back. Just know that I won’t wait for you.”

He groaned softly as he looked at me. The waiters cleared the table and Deji paid the bills. We sat a while and talked about other things before he decided to take me home as the time was fast approaching 9.00pm. When we got to the car, Deji leaned closer to me and nuzzled his nose against mine. I was shocked. He was so fast, I didn’t see it coming.

I set my hands across his chest as I tried to gently push him away. He carried me up with such strength and placed me by the car bonnet as he kissed me for the very first time. His lips was warm and tender and sincerely, I had been craving his kiss from the first day we met. I wobbled on my stilettos as Deji set me down, I was weakened from the full body contact and the instant shock.

“I like you Zizi. I really do and I will do anything to keep you. I won’t let Omotayo be the obstacle to this.” He leaned to me again and kissed my forehead as I swallowed some more spit – tears unexpectedly filled my eyes.

“Hey Zii, look at me…” he held my face and continued, “I never want to hurt you and I want this to happen sincerely and if you want it too.” He looked at me with all concern.

I nodded my head at him as I smiled.

He opened the passenger door and waited for me to get in before closing it. I sat down wondering if that kiss had meant yes. I wasn’t sure. He placed his hands over mine when he got in and said, “I had a lovely time with you tonight. I hope that we can do this more often.”

“Me too.” I smiled as he started the car and took me home.


Watch this space for more Episodes of Friday Nights.

Till I come your way again next time, this is ShiozeThinksOut.



Friday Nights; Sexcapades 5

Click here to read the fourth episode on sexcapades if you are just joining us…Friday Nights; Sexcapades 4

‘Sexcapades’ is the second part of Friday Nights and a continuation of the first part; Reckless Journey; so just in case you might be wondering where the extra characters are coming from, please start reading from…Friday Nights; A Reckless Journey 1




I left Zizi’s house by mid-afternoon heading home after she escorted me to the junction where I took a bike to the BRT station. I was walking towards the queue of people waiting at the BRT stand going to TBS/CMS when a svelte, beautifully groomed lady caught her leg by the turnstile and almost fell on me, spilling the contents of her Zara bag. I watched people dodge the chaos with mere whispers of ‘sorry oo’ as they kept going into the BRT never failing to alter their line. I winced in sympathy as I crouched to help the lady collect her now scattered things ranging from hairbrush, notepad, rouge lipstick, pens, a wallet and a few other nothings.

“Thank you” she said, shooting me a quick smile.

“No worries” I smiled back, “it happens to the best of us.”

I had just bent over to reach for her hairbrush when I ran into a pair of luxurious leather brown manly slides. I waited a beat for the man to move out of my way and when he didn’t, I arched my neck back to allow my line of sight to rise. The hairy legs shooting forth from the carton colored shorts hit more than a few of my hot buttons; but it was the tall, powerfully lean body inside that made it just sensational. Still, as hot as all that magnificent maleness was, it wasn’t until I reached the man’s face that my head began to count. Wow. Just…wow!

He was making a phone call oblivious of my presence beneath him and I still found him sexy as hell. I picked the hairbrush and stood to full length, as I looked directly in front of me to him. Hit with all that masculinity at eye-level, I could only stare. Stunned. Then something shifted in the air as he dropped the call and looked directly back at me. As he looked at me in surprise, he altered…as if a shield fell off his eyes. The scorching force sucked out the air from my lungs and the intense magnetism he exuded, grew in strength. I was dazed. Reacting purely on instinct, he shifted backwards, leaving me almost falling back down.

I was too preoccupied with staring, riveted by the man in front of me that I forgot what I was holding.

“Are you okay?” he asked looking at me again in wonder.

His voice was smooth and cultured, with a rasp that made my stomach flutter. It brought sex to my mind. Extraordinary sex. Hard back breaking, claw scratching sex. I thought for a moment that he might make me orgasm by just talking long enough.

“Why are you holding a hairbrush?” he continued. I peered down at my hands wondering why I was holding the hairbrush, forgetting all about the beautiful lady that almost fell me down. My lips felt so dry, so I licked them before turning to hand over the brush, only to find the beautiful lady also struck by him, standing like Lot’s wife.

“Are you using the BRT?” he asked again.

I felt so irritated with myself for feeling so awkward while he was completely self-possessed and in control. My brain stuttered back into full gear as I realized I hadn’t purchased my BRT ticket. He bent down to retrieve the key I hadn’t realized I dropped, freeing me from what looked to me like a provocative gaze. I was just dazzled, damn it! He glanced up at me, and the pose – him half kneeling but almost in standing position – skewed my equilibrium.

He looked to me as he stood up, “is this yours?” he asked stretching forth the key towards me.

My face heated. How convenient to appear awkward and clumsy in front of the most self-assured and graceful man I think I have ever met. “Yes it is mine, thank you.”

Looking away as I proceeded to move to the ticket sellers, I notice the others looking at us like we were a movie out of the cinema, and the beautiful lady standing still – forgetting that she was also heading somewhere. I risked a glance at the man again, finding him walking towards me. I was scared. I handed some N200 note to the ticket lady and collected my change, as I moved to join the growing queue. I noticed that he was also buying a ticket and I gently wondered where he was going to.

As the line moved, I caught my reflection by the BRT door; I was looking flushed and my eyes seemed a bit too bright. I can’t remember but I know I had seen that look before in my eyes. I tried to remember when I had ever had that look and why I seemed exactly too flush. And then it dawned on me – I had seen that exact same look before in the bathroom mirror at the club in Port-Harcourt when I was still in school, just before I had a one night stand with a sexy man I had being eyeing all night. It was my ready-to-fuck look and it had absolutely no business being on my face at this time of the day, in the open and in the very before of a total stranger. I was ashamed!

My goodness Lola! Get a hold of yourself!

Three minutes was all it took. Three minutes facing a total dangerous and sexy stranger and here I was, feeling all caught up and edgy. Horns blared and two screams boomed behind me as I realized I ought to move forward. Shouting ensued when I tried to look back, and hand gestures that didn’t carry real anger behind them waved at me to go into the BRT and allow them do same so they could go home to take a rest. I sighed as I moved unwillingly into the BRT looking frantically around for Mr. Strange and sexy just as we melded into the flow of road traffic, and then I realized he was not in my bus but was still in line for the other – a frown teased my forehead.

Ah, Lola, I thought feeling a bit settled again yet worried, you have just missed a good thing but then again, thank goodness it was in the afternoon. Only the heavens can tell what you would have done if you met him in the club!



The room smelled fabulous when I opened my eyes and Dafe was crooning soulfully at me seated at the edge of the bed. I closed my eyes and opened them again to be sure I wasn’t just dreaming and smelling things but it was the exact same thing. I looked to my right; there was an open bottle of wine on the table by the bed and two goblets, one which was half-filled with white wine. There was a large tray of what seemed like food and I was sure that was were the aroma that filled the room came from. I instantly became very hungry.

“Hey you…” I whispered at him rubbing my left palm over my eyes stretching and stifling a yawn.

“Hey sexy…welcome back.” He smiled as he poured white wine into the empty goblet and handed it to me, his movements practiced and elegant. “I thought you won’t wake up.”

I pulled out of the covers and sat up as I collected the goblet of wine he was handing to me. Our hands slightly touched and I felt ecstatic. He began to open the tray of food saying how hungry I must be after sleeping these long hours.

I stared at him. He wasn’t just beautiful…he was spectacular. He was the kind of man that made a woman want to rip his shirt open and watch the buttons scatter along with her inhibitions. I looked at him in his civilized, urbane and lush sweatpants alongside his white Ralph polo and thought of raw, primal, sheet clawing sex. I watched him grab a plate to serve me the English breakfast of pancakes, omelette, baked beans, bacon, sausages and  fresh lettuce obviously prepared by the guy I had met earlier on when we came in.

“My dad had taught me how to read people pretty well…” he smiled at me as he dumped another pile of pancakes on my plate and added extra maple syrup, “I’m sure you will be very hungry and won’t talk to me until you’ve had your fill.”

I wrinkled my nose at him as he set the plate on a bed-stand and pushed it right in front of me, “there you go.” He finished. What does he know about anybody? I thought as I rolled my eyes.

“You have something on your mind…what is it? I can see what you are doing with your eyes.” He asked looking at me squarely.

“Nothing.” I respond as I took a small gulp of my wine. I was very hungry. As I started to pinch round my plate, putting into my mouth bits of omelette and bacon, I observed Dafe staring at me. I wondered if he was going to stare at me till I finished my meal. I looked up at him, “I eat pretty slow Dafe, so would you mind telling me what it is that you have found interesting on my face or are you just going to keep staring at me for God knows how long?”

He grinned meekly, “was I staring now?”

I smirked at him as I rolled a pancake and took a large bite. He reached out to take my left hand and lifted it up to his lips for a kiss. I felt butterflies fluttering in my belly. He looked up at me, as I continued to act ignorant chewing on my lettuce. “Will we discuss why you were so upset with me this morning or should I wait till you finish your meal?”

He kissed my hand again and this time, I looked up and stared into his dark eyes. For some reason, I noticed he had very dark pupils instead of the regular brown. I was lost for a moment in the beauty of them, I forgot he had asked me a question. In that brief moment, I realized I liked Dafe. I swallowed and took a spoonful of the baked beans, sipping my wine along after which I meekly replied, “I don’t know if I am ready to say anything to you.”

He sat fully on the bed and crossed his legs facing me smiling.

“Why are you smiling at me?” I asked perturbed, “you are making my eating uncomfortable.”

“Am I?” He asked as he placed his right hand underneath his jaw and glanced at his wrist watch, “I am wondering when you will have to go for your meeting appointments now that the time is reading 1.20pm.” He opened his hands by the side, “are we going to have to push discussing why you were so upset this morning for later tonight, after your meeting appointments?”

I blushed red, even though nobody could see the color flush. I was embarrassed! I totally forgot that I had said that to him. I put my hand across my forehead and exclaimed, “Shoot! My goodness, I slept off, forgot about my meetings and now you’ve deceived me with food…”

“Is that so, I am now to blame? So how do you want to resolve the issue and is there anything I can do?”

I put a sausage in my mouth as I looked at him, “I guess I’ll have to call my business partners to find out if we can reschedule the meeting for a later time in the evening. It would have been better to have this meeting in the morning. I don’t understand why nobody has called me.” I picked up my phone and proceeded to call one of my friends as Dafe took a bacon from my plate and ate it. I shook my head at him as I ‘shuued’ him off.


“Hey,” I started when he picked up at the other end.

“Hello Mimi, how are you?”

“I’m fine oo. How far? Nobody has called me to say anything…is the meeting no longer holding?”

“Ah ahn, did you not see the whatsapp messages?”

“What messages?”

“Lol, this young lady! Simon put it on the group chat that the meeting has been scheduled to Sunday afternoon by 3pm since the sponsors said they will be available only on a Sunday.”

“Oh wow, I haven’t been online all day.  I will check my phone. Where is the venue?”

“One of the sponsors agreed that we could come to her house at Oniru. The address is on the page but you could come with Valerie since you both stay at the same place, she is going to be coming with Ikenna, so it will make it easier for you both.”

“Thank you Emeka. I’ll look through the chats right away.”


I ended the call just as I looked up to see Dafe sauntering towards me and a rush of liquid filled my panties accompanied with the butterflies singing hooray in my belly. What does this man want now? I thought to myself. He winked at me as he leaned to give me a peck on the cheek. “So what did he say?”

I shrugged, “nothing that concerns you.”

He took the bedside tray and placed it at the other end of the drawer by the bed as he looked back at me, “If it will take you away, then it concerns me” as he pressed his thin lips against mine. I kissed him back fervently before he let go. “How about you spend some more time here with me before you decide to go, since you are making it seem that I can’t steal you for as long as I want?” He reached out to pull me up from the bed.

“How about I spend some few minutes on this bed?” I asked, feeling naughty.

He grinned, “so what do you have in mind then?”

I let go of all my pride as I pulled him close by the collar of his polo shirt and kissed him with all the passion I felt dancing up and down my belly insides. He held my face and kissed me back with a passion that matched mine, vigorous, hard yet soft and sexy. I was experiencing bliss and sincerely I didn’t want it to stop.

He pulled away and looked at me with dark shrewd eyes, “are you romantically involved with anyone?”

I looked at him strangely, “why are you asking me that?”

“I want to know.”

I shook my head but he kept on looking at me. “No.” I finally said.

“Are you sleeping with anyone?”

The question was asked so casually, it took me a second to process what he had just asked. I inhaled sharply, “why is that any business of yours?”

He looked at me and I saw the exact same thing I saw in his eyes the first time I met him – steely control and vibrant power. “Because I want to fuck you Miranda and I need to know what is standing in my way, if anything!”

The sudden ache between my thighs had me tightening my legs together maintaining some sort of composure. I shifted back a little to give me a breathing chance, we were too close. He reached out to me but I held him at bay with my uplifted hands.

“What If I’m not interested?”

A ghost of a smile touched his lips and made him impossibly more handsome. Hey God… I’d never been so aroused. Never been so scorchingly attracted to another human being. Never being so offended by a person I lusted after – but then again, I never really lusted after anyone until now.

“What are your objections to my proposal? Tell me what I need to do to get you beneath me.” He continued

“A miracle because I find your approach very offensive,” and a major turn-on, but I was never going to admit that! I pushed back as I continued to widen the space between us.

He looked at me with narrowed eyes as he contemplated, “I agree that I could be too blunt but I am not one to tell lies and you strike me as the kind of person that wouldn’t want lies or mere flattery.”

“I think we are done here.” I stretched to grab the last sausage on my plate as I chewed on it.

“Hardly, sexy. We have established some talking points; we seem to have an intense sexual attraction to each other and rightly so, none of us wants to date the other. So you have to tell me exactly what you want and what I need to do to get you on the sheets. Seduction? Mimi, do you want me to seduce you?”

I was fascinated and tempted by the conversation. It was hard not to be while faced with a sexy and gorgeous man who wanted to get hot and sweaty with me but I found it a bit disturbing that he didn’t want to date and concluded that I didn’t want same either. Was this supposed to be a one time offer? What if he was great in bed and I wanted more? What if I was too attracted and I wanted to always be around him? “Well, sex planned like a business is a turn off for me.” I casually replied.

“I understand that but it is necessary that we create parameters now. We don’t want anyone having exaggerated expectations and then facing disappointments at the end.”

I wanted him bad but he was too much trouble for me. Honestly, I could screw up my life myself, I didn’t need any help. I pushed to the edge of the bed as I made to stand up. He stood up too and moved towards me, his eyes darkening. “Mimi, there are no mixed signals in my private affairs. I am always clear on what I want and I see you want same too, so we are on the same page. All I just need from you is your consent.”

“So this sex thing that you want from me, is it a one time offer?”

He smiled as he held my hands, “I cannot think of a good reason why I should say that it is a one time offer. Clearly I am strongly attracted to you and I am definitely sure that this fucking will not occur just once. It will have to be a repeated affair Mimi.”

“And you say you don’t want exaggerated expectations? I don’t understand you. You are asking for too much Dafe.”

“Mimi, I am not the dating type and I am not one to chain people to myself. I want this to be an open relationship. All you need do is to consent to me sleeping with you, as long as you agree to stay on the pills and I will use a condom – I cannot allow myself to catch any form of disease!”

I was upset by that statement. Do I look like a prostitute to him? What sort of nonsense discussion was this? Some men were really bastards. I strode to the door as I had no words to say to him, this had clearly gotten way above what I could handle and I was in mood to become someone’s fucking partner. I felt him move closely behind me as fast as he could and grab me by the waist. I couldn’t think of my own self-preservation when he was this close to me. I sighed. What sort of feeling is this? The fact that he had such profound effect on me while still being so damn irritating had my mind spinning. How can I be so turned on by a man whose words should have completely turned me off? Just how God?

“Turn around, Mimi.”

My eyes closed at the surge of arousal I felt at his authoritative tone. God, he smelled really good.  His frame behind me radiated heat and hunger, spurring my own wild desire. I wanted him sha. So bad but I knew he was no good, yet my body lustily craved his. “Just leave me, Dafe. This won’t work. I can’t give you what you are asking.”

“I wish I  can Mimi. I want to leave you because you look like too much trouble.” His lips brushed behind my neck as his right hand pressed itself flat against my belly. His right hand working fiercely to urge me around to face him. He was as aroused as I was, his area hard and thick against my lower back. “Turn around, Mimi, please.”

Disappointed at myself and knowing that I may regret this, I turned to face him hoping that I could quickly sit or rest my aching legs. We were so up-close, I almost had no room to breathe. The hand he had at my waist was now resting on the curve of my hips, tightening reflexively and driving me insane. He stared at me, his gazing so intense.

“Kiss me, Mimi”, he whispered hoarsely, “give me that much please.”

Panting softly, I moaned as I licked my dry lips looking at his. He groaned, bent his head locking his nose with mine as he sealed his mouth over mine. His firm lips were very soft and the pressure he exerted was gentle. I sighed as I allowed his tongue to dig dip as we tasted each other in long leisurely licks. His kiss was skilled, confident and just the right kind of aggressive to turn me further on. He growled as he deepened the kiss, tightly curved his both hands at the curve of my buttocks and lifted me up, circling my legs round his firm waist. I felt the raging beat of his heart against my chest, proof that he wasn’t just a form of my imagination.

He pulled free looking at me wildly, “I want you Mimi, trouble or not. I don’t think I can stop myself. Please.”

I was pressed, full body against him, achingly aware of his every inch, hot and hard. My breasts were tender and yet heavy. My nipples were hard and ready. My area throbbed for his attention, pounding along with my raging heartbeat. My body was literally on fire! I kissed him back as if I could eat him. I was vaguely aware of any movement and then the lush bed was beneath my back and he was on top of me. He was levered over me with one knee and his other foot was on the floor as he began to thug on my denim shorts freeing the belt. His arm gripped the back of my each knee as he pulled free the shorts and slid upwards one of my thigh in a firmly possessive glide. I closed my eyes in excitement as I giggled at the soft kisses he planted on my thighs. “Shhh,” he murmured “you are distracting me.”

He moved upwards to look at me as he kissed me again and moved to my neck, planting dangerous wet kisses. I giggled like a child as I covered my eyes with my palms. In a daze, I watch as Dafe lifted me chest up and pulled off my white polo, revealing my firm breasts cupped in my bra. I looked at him, not the least bit ashamed, as I leaned forward to kiss his cheeks. He smiled as he bent to kiss the small cleavage coming out from the brassier as he swiftly unlocked the hooks, setting free my aching breasts. I was only clad in my panties and it seemed like the only obstruction blocking my way to this happiness Dafe was proposing.

I pulled him forward as I laid back down pulling at his sweatpants. “Easy tigress. Easy!” He held my hands and circled them round his waist as he graciously sucked on my left nipples. I just couldn’t stop my giggles.

He looked up at me, “why do you keep giggling? Is that a strategy because it turns me on?”

I held myself as I looked at him, “I don’t know but what you are doing tickles the hell out of me.” I watched as he lowered his body, my legs sliding apart to accommodate the width of his hips. My muscles strained with the aching urge to lift towards him and to hasten the contact between us. He took my mouth again, lowering his head as he bruised my lips with a fine edge of violence. Abruptly, he yanked himself away…hurting my lips again as he groaned. I lay there, gasping and wet. So willing and ready and then I realized why he had reacted so fiercely.

Someone was at the door. “Shit!” He uttered as he stumbled on his feet looking at me in wild desire.



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Friday Nights; Sexcapades 4

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The more you run from temptation, the closer it seems!

When my phone rang waking me up at 8.30am the following morning, I was delighted to peer at the screen and see Dafe’s number. I smiled in my sleep.

“Hello,” I started huskily

“Hello sleepy head, wake up. Good morning.”

I groaned as I rolled over to lie on my back. “To what do I owe this early call?” I asked softly

“I don’t know what you are saying but you sound so sexy, I wish I was right beside you. My goodness! Have you ever heard yourself speak in the mornings?” He grinned

“I can hear myself speak right now.” I replied wondering.

“Not like that, I mean over the phone. You should try recording your voice in the mornings when you wake up, it is damn sexy I tell you. Too raunchy for me. Now I know exactly when to call you. I think I will record this conversation with you and play it every time.”

“You are just not serious.” I smiled as I closed my eyes wanting some more sleep.

“I thought you said you had appointments you just can’t cancel last night, why are you still on the bed?”

“Oh Dafe, I need sleep!” I cried, “allow me be please.”

“Wait, do you mean to tell me that sleep was the appointment you had?” He asked perturbed.

“Lol, well yes…sleeping till 11am is part of my today’s appointment and after that I get to do the real work of meeting with real clients. Now can you please excuse us, my bed and I have an urgent meeting that should not be disturbed. Thank you!”

He laughed and for a while, I thought he was mocking me. “Dafe, please just cut the call and go away.”

“I’m coming over to your house. Pack your things, you are sleeping in my house till 11am and then I’l drop you off at the meetings you have later.”

“Huh?” I said startled as I opened my eyes fully, “no you are not coming over to mine.”

“Get ready sexy…I just got in the car.”

I looked at my phone wondering if he was insane, “Hello Dafe, see ehn…my mummy…” the line suddenly went dead. “Hello.” I said jerking up from the bed.

Heyy God, what kind of wahala is this one this early morning? I asked no one in particular. My heart began to beat fast like a drum played at a market festival. I began to hope that he was just joking and wasn’t really not going to come to my house. Tired still, I lay back on the bed as I switched off my phone.


I woke up to hear my sibling calling out my name from the door, “what is it Uwa? You people should allow me sleep in peace please now.” I cried as I pushed my face underneath the pillows.

He walked towards the edge of my bed and continued, “someone is looking for you oo.”

Suddenly I realized what was wrong…heyy God, this man wants to embarrass me. I slowly turned to face my sibling hoping that he won’t see my heart jumping helter-skelter, “Me? By this time? Who is it?”

“I don’t know oo. I think he is your boyfriend or something.”

I looked at my sibling in dismay wondering whether everything was okay with him. “When did I tell you that I have a boyfriend?” I asked squeezing my lips.

“Well, God has brought him right under our noses. He said he was your boyfriend and asked me to wake you up.”

I put my hands across my face as I shook my head. What did I ever do to deserve this, Lord? Is there a sin I have committed that I did not seek penance for? What is the meaning of what Dafe was doing to me. My sibling looked at me again, “he said to tell you to hurry so you can have enough time for your meetings.”

“Is mummy still at home?”

“No, she went for morning mass. You are lucky. She would have already told your boyfriend all about your history and how you need to get married.” He laughed sitting down to look at me.

“Uwa, he is not my boyfriend. Please, stop saying that.” I tried to say looking at my brother calmly.

“Well, just hurry. I don’t think you have much time by the way he sounded. What do you need me to do for you?”

Just then, my other sibling came in “Mimi, are you not ready? Dafe is waiting oo.”

I looked at Nosa in dismay. What is the meaning of all these? Why was Dafe suddenly talking with my siblings as if I did not just meet him last week? I hissed as I stood up and headed to brush my teeth. Some minutes later, I was dressed in Jean denim shorts, a white shirt and a jean loafers. I slung my black leather school bag containing my iPad, power-bank and a notepad behind me as I exited my room and ran down the stairs.

I met him having a friendly discussion with Nosa while playing video games. I wondered how Nosa was able to bond with this man. My goodness, he looked handsome! I tried to hide my smile as he turned to look at me, “Hey you…it took you forever to come downstairs. Shall we?”

I sighed as I looked at my siblings who were grinning from ear to ear. I did not understand why they were amused. I nodded my head at him as he bade my siblings farewell. He spun me around and led me towards his car parked right outside my gate.

“You have a lovely home.” He started.

I did not understand how I felt but I was clearly upset and not the least bit amused. “Thank you.”

“You look really nice.” He said again as soon as we got into the car.

“Thank you.” I replied meekly trying not to blush or even smile

He looked at me as he started the ignition, “Are you okay?”

“No.” I replied without a thought.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Yes.” I answered looking at him squarely

“What did I do wrong sexy?” He paused on starting the car as he looked at me

“Just drive. My siblings are clearly going to be at the balcony looking at us till we move out of here.” I replied as I pouted my lips and adjusted the seat belt.

He paused, sighed and started the car as he drove out of my estate. I was already dozing off when Dafe tapped me, “we’re here sexy, wake up.”

“Oh!” I stretched lazily rubbing my palms over my eyes. That was fast, I thought, what if I had been driven all the way to Ogun state for one ritual. I looked around me from the inside of the car till Dafe came round and opened the car door for me looking puzzled, “don’t you want to come down?”

“Where are we?” I asked as I got down from the car not exactly sure where we were as the walls of the compound were enormously high you could barely see what was happening outside.

“We are at my home. Welcome to my humble abode.” He smiled as he took my small school bag from me and held my hands.

This is far from a humble abode, I thought to myself. The compound was massive and the building in it was spectacular. I wasn’t sure if we were still in Lekki or Ikoyi. I just had never seen a house this captivating except on pictures in Instagram and on TV.

“Where exactly is this place located? Are we in Lekki?” I probed.

He smiled, “No sexy, this is Ikoyi.”

Ah ha! I said to myself, big man children eating all our money. See house. I began to wonder if he lived in it alone or with the family. He must be living with his family, I thought. The house was too gigantic for him alone to occupy.

We walked into the house and were immediately greeted by a man neatly dressed. Dafe said some words to him still holding me and led me towards the stairs to a room. Words fail me. This was exactly the opposite of what my room looked like. This was magnificent and enthralling.  I was beyond dazed. I stood at the entrance for a while wondering if I needed to softly crawl towards the bed or just fly straight to the bed. The plush rug looked too soft and white to be stepped upon. I thought the room was really one of the most beautiful things I had seen. He looked at me confused, “don’t you want to go in? It is 9.52am already…you should continue your sleep before 11am.”

I looked at him in dismay, which kind of sleep. The sleep that already disappeared from my eyes the moment I heard he arrived my house or what?

I softly walked towards the bed and sat on it. My goodness…it was soft! Too soft! Very soft! I sighed in pleasure. Then I heard him say from the door after he dropped my school bag by the couch close to the bed, “I’ll let you be and then when you finally wake up, you will tell me exactly what I did wrong this morning.” He closed the door softly behind him and walked away leaving me alone in the room. I sat on the bed for a while enjoying the view, pulled off my loafers and sunk into the bed for another round of sleep.




Saturday mornings are really the best. I stretched like a cat on the bed and rolled over looking at my phone. 8.50am. I think I will sleep for another 10 minutes, I snuggled under the sheets.

Suddenly my phone rang. Ohh! I cried, who has decided to disturb my sleep this morning? I roll to the other side of the bed ignoring the call as it rang again. Shit! I muttered as I reached for my phone by the drawer.

“Hello” I mutter angrily not wanting to open my eyes.

“Hello Zizi” I hear the familiar voice of my cockroach friend Lola, I hiss as I open my eyes

“Ehn, what is it Lola? Don’t you know people are still sleeping? Or is it not Saturday at your place?”

She smiled and continued, “Come on, will you wake up? I don’t know when you started being lazy. Mimi has infected you with her bad habits.”

“Abeg oo, allow me to sleep because that is the only way I can drown my work sorrows before Monday. Just let me please.”

“Better wake up, I’m coming to your house. I have gist for you!”

“Eh, gist? Tell me now, why do you have to torture me by keeping me waiting?”

“As you say you want more time to sleep. I’m giving you more time.”

“Ah, no oo, I am awake now.” I replied enthusiastically sitting up.

“Lol, Zizi just use the strength to prepare breakfast for both of us. I am going to leave my house now.”

“Please don’t bother coming.” I hiss, “I’m going back to sleep.”

“Na you sabi, I already dressed up. By the way, you called me last night…I missed your call.”

And then I remembered the very embarrassing episode of yesterday and I sighed. “Something that I wanted to tell you yesterday. You already missed out. Ask Mimi to tell you since you are too big to pick calls from me.”

“Ahn ahn now, I didn’t hear my phone ring until I got home and check my phone, by then it was too late.”

“See biko, leave me alone. That gist has long gone, if you want to hear it, ask Mimi.”

“Just prepare yourself. I am coming to your house. You will tell me whether it was Mimi that called me last night or you.” She ended the call.

I looked at my phone as I placed it back on the drawer. Lola is just a mad human being. I am not going to recount the sordid tales of yesterday night to her, let her ask Mimi.


Men are like wildfires, very hard to predict.

*knock-knock* Oh, I muttered in my sleep. What is the meaning of all these? What does anybody want from me at this time of the morning? I will do my chores when I wake up proper…I turn to face the wall as I continued my sleep.

*Knock-knock* I hear again someone at my door. I hiss angrily. “I am coming.” I say as I make to stand up hoping that Lola had not come too soon.

*Knock-Knock* I hear again.

“Be patient now!” I hiss as I wear a top “I said I’m coming.” I open the door to see my mummy looking at me with a bunch of beautiful flowers held up towards my face.

“Mummy, what is all these one now? What is it?”

“My dear, these just came for you and some other things on the dining table.”

“Oh wow!” I managed to say as I walk back into my room to grab my glasses with my mummy walking in right behind me, smelling and smiling at the flowers.

“They are so beautiful!” She exclaimed.

“Mummy just drop the flowers and go. Abi you said they were delivered to me?”

“My baby, I just want to admire them. It is really thoughtful of whoever bought you these.”

“Thank you mum. Please can you go now?”

She looked at me smiling, “I hope you will appreciate them? They are really nice.”

“Don’t worry mum, if I don’t want them, I know where your room is. I will come to drop them there since I know how much you love flowers. Bye mum.”

“Oh there are some other things by the dining. Let me get them for you.” I watched her hurry out as I wonder what time Deji had to buy me flowers from last night to this morning. He was really thoughtful and I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me it was Deji that sent the items. I looked through the flowers for any card or paper attached to it, there was none. Disappointed, I put my nose into the bunch to smell them. They smelled really nice. I smiled. Just then, my mum walked into the room with three fancy paper bags. Wow, I thought, this guy never ceased to amaze me. My mum stood sheepishly looking at me until I kindly asked her to let me be alone. As soon as she left, I closed the door behind her and started admiring the items. On the biggest paper bag, I saw a purple note hanging just by the side. I lifted it up to see the contents;


My sincere apologies for last night; I know I will not be able to compensate you for all the embarrassment caused you last night and I sure know that nothing can be enough to say exactly how sorry I am but please take these items as a token of my apology for what happened. I should have been more careful with you and I promise if you give me another chance, this would NEVER repeat itself!

Can you please be my date tonight? I’ll pick you up by 6.30pm, I promise we won’t run late and I will bring you home safely.


I smiled as I read the note over and over again. This was incredibly thoughtful of him and I didn’t want to say no to offer. All my body screamed ‘YES!’ I looked through the contents of each bag just as I heard Lola’s voice by my door.

I stood up to open the door letting her in, as I ignored her presence and continued to admire my new prized items. Deji had gotten me two lovely office dresses and a burgundy over-shoulder jumpsuit; a 360 ’18’ inches Argentine laced wig; a very sexy Fendi Handbag with a silver plated logo engraved inside the bag and a very lovely pair of Miu Miu shoes. I was speechless. Lola kept looking through the dresses and asking me why he had bought me all the items. I decided to call him to say thank you to him and also accept his offer. I thought better about it and sent a text instead. I didn’t want to seem too excited about it. So I texted;

“Hi Deji,

I have just received your gift items to me. Thank you very much. I thought that was really thoughtful of you but really, you didn’t have to. I will go out with you tonight but only on the promise that I will get home before 8.45pm and you will tell me all about Omotayo – no games!”

I looked at Lola as she told me all the episode of her last night outing and how she met Daisy. I thought Daisy was weird. Just then, my phone beeped. It was a message from Deji.

“Great. Please can you wear the jumpsuit tonight? I’d love to see how it looks on you and yes, I promise to tell you all about Omotayo if that will make you say yes to me. I can’t wait for 6.30pm.”

Suddenly, I began to smile at Lola like a child. She could clearly tell what was wrong with me as she began to tell me what to say and what to do after I reluctantly told her my last night episodes with Omotayo. Two things ran in my head as I listened to her:

Do I say yes to Deji after tonight and be his girl?

Why did I suddenly develop feelings for him even when I know I am clearly not ready to settle?


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Friday Nights; Sexcapades 3

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The events of tonight at Hans and Rene completely baffled me. I was beyond outrageous and livid at Omotayo for her childish behaviour. I wondered exactly what Zizi would think of me and what I needed to do to pacify her. I had wanted to have some quiet time with her and talk about us – if there was any us, now that Omotayo had pulled that stunt. I wondered what my mum saw in her or why she liked her so much. I was more than infuriated at the silly girl.

As I led Ziola to the car, I noticed that she didn’t let me hold her hands and that the kiss a moment ago was just my sheer luck.  I was unquestionably attracted to her and nothing could get her off my head. It was more like a voodoo spell had been cast on me. I appreciated the fact that she agreed to hang out with me even on short notice and I wasn’t going to let any Omotayo come in my way.  I tried to open the car door to let her in but she prevented me with her hands as she open the door herself and climbed in. I sighed as I walked round to get in the car.

It was a quiet drive to her house even though I kept trying to apologize for Omotayo’s behaviour. She did not say a single word to me or how she felt about my haywire friend – Tayo. Her blouse was stained and wet and she smelled of ice-cream even when I tried to increase the velocity of the AC. I was pissed as I drove but not without stealing glances at her, as I noticed two veins that appeared on her forehead – I realized she was angry. Of course, she had every right to be, who wouldn’t?

Is she angry with me? I wondered because she did not look at me or even speak to me. Is she angry at Omotayo and myself? Did I do anything wrong? I am also the victim here! Omotayo ruined my night with you babes…I thought to myself.

I noticed her eyes were moist and I silently prayed in my heart for her not to cry. I had never seen her so upset about anything but then again, I have never had the chance to see her reaction to anything. I wanted her to say a word to me, anything but she kept mute all through the drive and it frustrated me further. I wasn’t sure whether or not to say anything. I didn’t know what I should say or not say. I didn’t want to infuriate her further. I didn’t know what to say that was going to pacify her for all the disrespect she  had experienced tonight. She deserved a proper apology and I didn’t know what the apology was.

When we got to Bode Thomas as she earlier described before Omotayo happened, I stopped the car and looked at her for further directions as I wasn’t sure where to turn.

“Ziola, how do we get to your house from here?”

She kept on looking out the window as she spoke, “Just keep driving straight and turn left on the second turn you see. My house is the fifth house by your right.” I hoped she would have looked at me. I needed to see her eyes.

I followed her instructions and soon enough, we arrived at her house. She looked too serious as she proceeded to alight from the car and I was afraid to say anything else to her. The peculiar thing I noticed about Ziola ever since I met her is that you never take her for granted. As much as she tried to be friendly around me most times, she still wasn’t someone that could be disrespected. I thought she had a very complex personality but that didn’t change my feelings towards her or what I wanted from her.

I reluctantly watched her alight from the car without trying to stop her or say anything to her, all I could mutter was a whisper of ‘Good night Zizi‘ and hoped that she heard me as she walked away without as much as turning back to wave at me. I began to drive away and just as I peered at my rear view mirror, I saw her – looking back at me. I paused in my driving and looked back again, she was gone. Sighing, I drove all the way back home feeling sorry than I had ever felt in my entire life.



Few minutes after I sat in the car, I sat staring blankly into space wishing I had called an Uber or a Taxify. This man was beginning to annoy me; everything about him, the incident that happened my agreeing to come out with him, in fact all the nonsense was upsetting! I thought I was going to see Omotayo standing somewhere in sight but unfortunately, she was nowhere to be seen. Such lowlife! I hissed in annoyance.

It was a very quiet drive to my house and I was not interested in saying anything to him or responding to all the apologies he kept giving me. I just wanted to take a shower and go to bed. When we got to the junction leading to my house, I wanted to come down and walk myself all the way home but I wasn’t going to let him drop me off at the junction after what his baby girl did to me. HA! No way was that happening…even though I wasn’t pleased that he finally found my house, that was the only way round it.

As I came down, I peeked at him one last time and saw his face towered towards me without an expression. I wondered how he could give no signs of showing any emotions after all that happened tonight. He was weird. He couldn’t even come down to walk me to the gate and give me a proper hug or goodbye, he just sat there whispering ‘Good night Zizi’. Eat your good night, I thought to myself. I don’t want it!

Just as he was driving away and before I fully got in through the gate, I turned to see if he was even looking but to my utter dismay, he was driving away. Pfft, good riddance! I went in, greeted my parents after warning them not to come into my room, closed the door behind me and headed straight to the bath. After my shower, I made up my mind to call Mimi and Lola all that transpired tonight. Unfortunately, I was still angry and somebody owed me an explanation.



I had carefully prepared my self for how the rest of the night would pan out. Now that Elvis’s girlfriend was here sharing the moment with us, my best bet was to be on the look out for any other person watching Deadpool 2 looking for company. There was no way I was going to sit together with this two bunch in the cinema hall. Better yet, I’ll kindly find me a corner at the back to watch my movie in peace and chew on the popcorn, hot-dog and water. I cannot come and watch two separate movies; one, Deadpool 2 and the other Elvis and his babe…no way.

As we silently made our way in to the hall, Elvis looked at me and asked, “Where do you want us to sit?”

I looked at him in surprise, what kind of foolish question is that? Why did he not ask his babe who was standing right beside him chewing like a dummy?

I pretended to smile as I responded, “Oh dear, don’t bother about me. Just pick anywhere comfy for you two. I will find a space for myself somewhere behind.”

He looked at me curiously, “Why should I not bother about you?”

I rolled my eyes inwardly, wasn’t it obvious or was he suddenly blind to the fact that his girlfriend was right between us? Fortunately for me, his girlfriend spoke out, “Stop disturbing the poor girl Elvis. Allow her to sit where she likes, how does that affect you?” She pointed somewhere towards the middle row, “Come, let’s sit there. The view will be better from that angle.” She motioned as she pulled him along while he kept turning to look at me in disappointment.

Oga, abeg shift with your bad luck. I don’t understand how your girlfriend could be right before you and you were still eyeing another woman…I thought, some men just don’t have any shame. I walked up a bit and decided to sit at the second last row towards the edge where I could be far off from them and never even remember that they existed.

Half way through the adverts before the movie started showing, I started pressing my phone replying to all my whatsapp chats and eating my hot-dog before it turned cold when a fellow young lady moved to sit besides me. I groaned in disappointment because I had hoped for a male companion, even if he wasn’t handsome. I fought the urge to carry my things and find another seat. I looked at her, she was wearing an orange crop top with mummy jeans. She was beautiful and had her hair up in a ponytail. Her cologne was strong but it smelled really nice. I thought she looked really seductive with the long artificial eyelashes on her eye which accentuated the flirtatiousness of her eyes. I looked back at my phone realizing I had been staring at her for too long.

“Hello…” She smiled at me weakly

“Hello…” I whispered just as much hoping she hadn’t noticed me looking at her.

“I don’t know how you do it but you look so good to be coming from the office.” She said leaning towards me still smiling.

I blushed, “Well you don’t look bad yourself. You look just as good.”

“I can afford to look good because I did not go to work today and I am coming straight from home.” She peered at me curiously, “or are you waiting for someone?”

I was surprised. I felt she was too audacious so I took caution and ignored her comments while I smiled.

“Oh my bad…do you need me to move somewhere else?” She continued

“Oh no, it’s fine really, you can sit here if you want.” As long as you won’t be a disturbance, I continued in my head.

She smiled again and brought out a hand, “I am Daisy. Nice to meet you.”

“Hi Diasy,” I smiled, “I am Lola. The pleasure is all mine.”

The movie started just in time to shut her up from any impending questions she had to ask or whatever she had to say as I silently chewed on my popcorn. Somewhere just in between the movie, I felt her look at me again as she asked, “pardon my rudeness but is this your hair?” I looked at he white painted finger nails pointing at my natural hair which I packed up in an afro bun.

“Yes, it is” I replied as I turned back to face the movie.

“You are so pretty.” She whispered again as she downed some contents of her sprite and plucked some popcorn into her mouth. I pretended not to hear what she said as I tried to focus on the movie. The situation was just getting awkward and I began to suspect that there was more to her which made me feel a certain type of way and very uncomfortable. Was she a lesbian? I banished the thought immediately from my mind.

Towards the end of the movie, he spoke again. I felt the need to suddenly disappear. “I really like you. I think you are nice and I will like to see you again.” She smiled at me as I nodded my head to her comment fixing my face squarely towards the cinema screen.

She pulled out her iPhone X from her pocket and pushed it towards me, “May I have your digits please?” She acted courteously yet she behaved strange.

I looked at her phone and said, “Sorry Daisy, I really may not have the time to see you again as you would wish.”

“It doesn’t matter. I will call you and we can fix a mutual time to hang out.”

I looked at her, this time as the movie had ended and the credits were rolling in, as I thought quickly of a way to deny her request without sounding too rude but none came to mind, so I typed in my digits reluctantly. “There.”

“Thank you Lola.” She smiled meekly “Friends?” She reached out to hug me.

Lol, which kind of rubbish friends. I already have my friends, I don’t need a sequel. I hugged her back pretending to share the same enthusiasm as she did before she stood up to walk down the aisle and out of the cinema hall. Just then, she turned back and ran up to me as I was coming down the stairs, “do you need a ride home?” I looked at her shocked, “we could go together.” She continued, “I’ll drop you off.”

Oh wow, she had a car. Amazing stuff. I smiled at her realizing I had forgotten all about Elvis and his girlfriend as I hurriedly told her I already had someone I was going with. “Oh…” she replied sadly as she reached to give me a peck. “I will call you later then. Be safe!”

I walked out trying to understand why a girl had fallen in love with me instead of the man I was craving for when I saw Elvis pacing with his phone in his ear muttering. I realized he was trying to call me as I digged into my handbag to bring out my phone. “She is here Elvis.” His girlfriend said to him, “can you stop acting like a mad man now?”

I almost chocked on laughter as we headed towards the car and drove away. What a night, I thought.


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Friday Nights; Sexcapades 2

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I gawked at Elvis and his girlfriend who had just come to spoil our Friday hangout after she called to ask where he was; the one I didn’t know he had because I never cared to ask and he didn’t bother to tell me. I tried to wrap my head around this pending situation and the awkwardness I was facing at the moment being put in between the both of them trying to act all nice and goofy. I had definitely overstepped my boundary, what the hell was I thinking? And to think that he said I could invite my friends – well, that was before this bitch showed up!

Everything she did revealed that she was ratchet; I mean look at the way she was chewing her gum – inflating and deflating it like a balloon, and the tattoos on her neck and wrist – my goodness, why couldn’t she just have one? She even had large breasts. I looked at my semi-rounded chest as I tried to push them up for emphasis sake. Hers were so big, I doubt you could look at any direction without seeing them first. I sighed.

Elvis was trying to get us movie tickets but this crap of a girlfriend just kept distracting him from paying attention with her constant nagging. I mean, let the poor man breathe, jeez! I did not understand how Elvis was attracted to her, to be honest. I mean, I agree that she is very attractive and pretty but was that all he wanted in a lady?

One would think that a flashy, classy guy like Elvis would have a quintessential taste in women – sophisticated, intelligent, pretty, vision driven with warm personalities – but you all know what they say about sweeping statements. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t even know if this girlfriend of his was all that but I mean, she just looked different from the ideal woman. I mean, ever since I met Elvis, I tried to do my best to gain his attention – well, which I got until this mf arrived tonight!

I was so lost in thought, I didn’t realize Elvis had been trying to get my attention; “Babes…Yo Lola?”

“Yes…” I whispered meekly “Yes Elvis, what is it?” I asked coming back to my senses.

“Do you want to watch Deadpool 2?”

“Anything you guys pick out is fine by me.”

“Are you sure? You said you wanted to see a movie…what did you have in mind?”

That I would be alone with you in the hall, laughing and holding hands while trying to understand how you react to movies and how throaty your laughter can go…I thought but I didn’t say that instead I said, “Deadpool 2. You know it just came out 2 weeks ago and I haven’t had the time to see it.”

“Okay then, Deadpool 2 it is.” He said to the cashier at the other end, “3 tickets please.”

I put my palm on my forehead, this is definitely going to be a long night and at best, one of the worst I have had.



I knew I was doomed for humiliation when I saw Deji at the front door of my office on my way home. What the hell was he looking for at my office without telling me that he was coming? How can he treat me like this, appearing at any time he pleased, making my heart beat like I was a small child. I swallowed some spit as I continued walking towards where he was standing counting the seconds behind my every step. I should have just left a long time ago when Lola called.  I wondered what he had up his sleeves.

“Hello Deji…” I muttered weakly as I got to where he was, already standing full height facing me. This man was a real distraction and with the way I was feeling anxious, I might soon get high blood pressure!

“Hey you…good evening.” He smiled.

Why was he smiling? What was funny in all of these? The sight of him wasn’t even helping me at all. I was damn tired and I just wanted to get rest – at home.

“To what do I owe this unpleasant surprise?” I asked looking tartly at him.

“Unpleasant? Did you say unpleasant?”

“At least, I’m sure your ears still function properly.” I shifted my foot idly.

“Can I take you somewhere for drinks and if you are up to it, maybe food as well and we could talk?”

“Deji, not tonight please.”

“Please Zizi. I won’t take your time. Trust me.”

“You could have told me earlier you know. I am really tired and I doubt I can walk any further. I really need to rest.”

“I’ll carry you and maybe add a  massage as well.” He smiled as he reached to hold my hands.

I shook my head at him. “I can’t Deji. I need to go home. It is really late. I’m sorry.”

“Ice-cream then? It won’t take more than ten minutes and maybe we can talk on the way to your house?”

I looked up at him. This man that sometimes has my heart melting. This man that had me drooling at him with his gentility. How could I say no to Ice-cream and a free ride home? I smiled at him, “Okay, just ice-cream.”

“Yes my lady. Shall we?”

I walked in front of him to where his car was parked and got in. I looked at my wristwatch, it was 8.45pm. I wondered why I allowed myself to stay up at the office so late when I should have gone home earlier.

“Seat-belt please.” I heard him mutter softly as he started the ignition. I promptly obeyed laying back my head on the headrest and hoping I could close my eyes without any disturbance. We drove off quietly without saying a word as he slipped his right hand to cup my left hand. I didn’t even bother to pull my hand away, his hand was soft and soothing – I was warmed by his touch.




We arrived at Coors Restaurant just as the minute was about striking to ten and walked in. The environment was serene and peaceful, warm and cozy. I busied myself with my phone while Dafe ran ahead to the other end to say hello to some of his friends. It seemed like a regular spot for them. I admired the way he smiled effortlessly, like he had no care in the world. I was almost drooling on him when I reminded myself that ogling someone could be a sin. I immediately readjusted my eyes to my Google Pixel 2 in front of me and opened my twitter page and just when I was gaining concentration, he walked up to me with a waiter behind him as he nudged me with his elbows gently.

“Hey sexy…what are you up to without me?”

I smiled without responding as I looked up at the waiter in front of us. Dafe picked up the menu and looked at me with eyes asking what what I wanted to eat. I picked out Jollof Spaghetti with shrimps and prawns while he gently ordered African Salad (Abacha) with two large fishes, a jug of juice for me and a bottle of beer for himself. The waiter left us and I asked why he had ordered me a whole jug of juice. He smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

I silently plucked out my phone from my trousers and started pressing on it. Dafe didn’t say anything, instead he reached out to my free hand and held on to it, gently caressing it. I pulled it free from him not wanting to encourage any funny ideas he might be having as he pulled himself closer to me. I smelt his cologne. Old spice, just as nice. I breathed it in and sighed. This man. He did smell nice and I wondered why I had a thing for a nice scent. He held me by the waist and muttered, “so tell me, when do I get to see you again after tonight?”

I didn’t respond. I stared at him suspiciously while he looked at me confused. “What” He queried.

“Nada.” I responded shrugging as I continued with my phone.

“You haven’t answered my question.”

The waiter walked in with the drinks, set them on the table and poured out some of the contents of the juice in a glass cup for me. I looked at him, who asked him to fill my glass? He stood upright and smiled, “the food will be arriving shortly. Please let me know if you will like anything else.”

“Thank you.” Dafe responded to him as a cue to tell him to leave. The waiter smiled and walked away.

I took a gracious sip from the glass cup and realized I was really thirsty. What was wrong with me and food? Just then, Dafe pulled me closer to himself, “I don’t know but I just want to hold you.” He looked at me straight in the eye.

I pulled away not liking where the conversation was towing or the reactions my body was giving.  I coughed. “So tell me mister Dafe, what do you do for a living?” I said trying to change the conversation.

“Ha, I thought you’d never ask.” He smiled as he poured his beer into the glass and took a sip. “Well, I do a lot of things, which would you like to know?”

“Well, maybe the basic ones. The ones that really, mostly take your time and attention and then maybe later, we can delve to the passive ones.”

“Okay then…that is a good start.”

Just then, the waiter arrived with the food accompanied by another waitress. After carefully arranging  the first set of dish on the table, he turned to her and picked the second dish, placing it in front of me. Apparently it was mine. He slid the covers open and placed them on the tray the waitress was holding. The aroma from the contents of the food filled the room. It was heavenly. Dafe looked at me enthusiastically, he could tell I was already salivating from the way I smacked my lips unconsciously. I suddenly felt embarrassed.

He continued as I put my fork to work digging into my food, “I work at an off-grid solar energy company. We deal with energy solutions and delivering sustainable solar power to all our clients and customers. We also try to, you know make optimal design solutions to businesses and start-ups most times upfront with no capital cost and as a way to get the clients in. So I work there from Mondays to Wednesdays and partly sometimes on Friday. On Thursdays, I try to supervise, monitor and manage the properties we have to ensure effective delivery of services to the tenants and occupiers of the premises. On Saturdays, I engage in software development and designing all the websites I piled up during the week for clients.” He cleaned his fork and knife with the serviette and beautifully cut up his fish placing some in his mouth.

I swallowed. “Wow, that is a lot of work that you do. These cannot all be tied to the same company, no?” I reached to dig my fork into his plate while scooping some of  the African salad into my mouth, it was real nice…I should have ordered this, I thought.

“No, they are not the same companies.” He guarded his mouth with his hands as he chewed a bit and continued, “they are different companies but I happen to work in all of  them.” He grinned.

“How do you do it? I mean, does your boss know that you don’t appear at work on Thursday and sometimes Friday or did you sign some sort of independent contract that gets you just 3 days of work?”

“Well, let’s say that  I typically have some sort of independent contract since I am the boss.”

“Oh I see, you own the off-grid?” I asked bemused

“Well, so it would seem.” He replied modestly.

“Oh wow…that is great. You’ve really done well for yourself.”

“I doubt I have.” He took another sip of his drink as he continued eating.

I realized I hadn’t eaten much of my food and that his plate was almost empty. I rolled my fork to accommodate more of the spaghetti as I pushed it into my mouth, chewing a bit before I asked, “hmm, how old are you mister?” I eyed him discreetly.

He laughed as he wiped his mouth clean with another serviette, “32.” He said looking towards me.

“Oh wow, you are  my elder brother oo.” I smiled sweetly at him.

“Lol, please don’t tag me already with that. Just take it back.” He chuckled. I smiled gleefully as he continued, “I see you are not a fast eater. I should teach you how to eat.” He leaned to take a forkful of my spaghetti and some of the prawns. “Hmm, this is tasty. I wonder why I never had this here before.” He looked curious.

“Please, join me.” I pleaded seeing that I might waste the food.

“No way. It is all yours to devour. No wonder you are so slender and sexy.”

“Lol, you should see how I eat. Then you wouldn’t be saying this.” I said as I returned to my food.

“I hear you ma. I can see you already, you don’t seem to like food.”

“Oh well, I cannot force you to believe.” I replied as I ate earnestly while he watched. After about twenty minutes, I was done with my meal. The waiter came in soon enough and cleared the table, returning later with some desserts. I wasn’t sure when Dafe ordered them but it was a nice distraction, as I scooped on the yogurt with some chocolate and nut toppings.



We drove to Hans and Rene at Radisson Blu to get some ice-cream. I was humbled by his choice of restaurant. He looked at me with pleading eyes asking that we sit a while to discuss, I didn’t object. I wanted to sit down by the way and enjoy the serenity of this place taking my ice-cream in silent licks. As we moved to sit down, Deji took my left hand in his and kissed me on the cheek. I was startled. I jerked away from him trying to comprehend what had just happened.

He looked at me meekly as he pulled out a chair for me to sit. I obliged as I took a scoop from my ice-cream. I was still juggling the regret I was feeling for how I had jerked away from him when I felt ice cold liquid drench my hair and trickle down my face into my mouth. Everything was happening so fast, I didn’t understand it until I heard her voice.

“So it is you!” She snorted, “You this good for nothing low life…kissing my man and appearing with him in public. Have you no shame?”

I didn’t understand, what is the meaning of this rubbish? What was all these nonsense? What the hell was she talking about? I turned to face my opponent. It was a stupid attractive young girl with eyelashes the size of both my own. I looked at her as I screamed, “are you not mad? What is the meaning of this nonsense?” I looked at my soaking wet clothes

“You think you can take anyone’s man because you are fine and fair skinned? You lie…you bitch!” She screamed at me as she proceeded to take another ice-cream cup and down it on me.

Deji looked embarrassed as he tried to push the young lady from coming close to me with the ice cream cup. I couldn’t look up but I knew everyone in the room was watching. “What is wrong with you Omotayo? What is the meaning of all these?” Deji asked calmly.

Talk of humiliation at its peak. I looked at my body which was now enjoying the soaking ice-cream pouring from my hair. My reputation with this Deji has just been damaged, just when I thought I was beginning to develop feelings for him. Stupid girl, I muttered as I took the serviette to wipe my clothes. This wouldn’t cut it.

I grabbed my bag in annoyance as I headed to the restroom with the stupid girl screaming at me and Deji doing his best to hold her at bay before she causes any further nuisance. She was lucky Deji held her tight because I would have beaten somebody’s child today. Can you imagine? The Deji that is even disturbing me. The man that I don’t even want to spend time with is the same man someone wants to kill herself for? What a funny world.

I looked at my hair in the mirror as I wiped it with a wet tissue. Thankfully, I was on braids, so it was easier to clean. As I bent my head in shame wondering what the people outside would probably be thinking of me and hoping that the ground would open and swallow me so I would not have to come out, two things lingered in my mind;

Why did Deji Elizade Kiss me on my cheek so abruptly?

Who the hell was that stupid lady that had no public manners and how was Deji involved with that kind of crap?

Just then, I heard someone knocking on the door. I realized I had stayed in too long and that I had shut off others from using the restroom. I sighed as I moved to open the door for the ladies I might have locked out. Lo and behold, it was Deji…

“Deji, please just go away.” I said walking back in.

“I need to take you home Zizi.”

“I don’t want you to take me anywhere. Just go and tend to your lost sheep.” I said flatly

“I’m sorry Zizi. I had no idea this would happen.”

“Just like you will have no idea when she shows up here; I want you to leave me alone please. Have you not embarrassed me enough already?”

“Zizi please, don’t talk like this. Let me take you home. It is the least I can do.”

“Deji, the least you can do really, is to leave me the hell alone!” I walked away and stood at the running tap as I closed it.

This was the most ridiculous thing to happen ever to me. How would I share this insane story with my friends? My goodness! Just then, I felt Deji’s hand rub my shoulder and I realized I was tensed. “Deji please…just leave me or you won’t like what I’ll do next.” I turned to look at him.

“There’s something on your face.” He said looking intently at me as if searching my face. “What is it?” I asked wanting to turn back to face the mirror.

“Let me help you.”

“Deji don’t touch me.” I screamed.

“Calm down Zizi. Let me help you, I think it’s waffles from the ice-cream.” he said as he reached to put his hands on my face while I closed my eyes because I didn’t want to look at him. The next thing that happened shocked me. I felt his soft wet lips touch mine and for the first time in months, I willingly gave in without a fight as I let the tears pour down. He kissed them away as he said, “I’m sorry about tonight Zizi, I didn’t mean for this to happen. Please let me take you home.”

I looked at him, visibly more annoyed at myself for allowing this handsome nonsense man kiss me and for letting myself slip away at his touch. I let him take my bag as he led me to the car and drove me home silently.



We left the Coors at about 11.40pm as it started to drizzle. I hoped that the rain won’t come down heavy just so I could get home to avoid any potholes it might build. As I sat beside Dafe, I wondered why I couldn’t  just book an Uber – I didn’t want him driving me to my house. I looked at him, “hey, why don’t I just order an Uber so you don’t have to stress yourself.”

“Who said I was stressing myself?” He grinned sheepishly. “Don’t worry, I’ll take you home.”

“I don’t think that is a good idea Dafe. Let me just order an Uber, please. The road is really far from here and it’s looking like it will rain soon.”

“Do you just hate me so much or is there something I am not doing right?”

I laughed, “I don’t understand. I’m looking out for you. What does hate or like have to do with this?”

He sighed and leaned forward. To be honest, I cannot explain how but he kissed me and I pushed him away ever so lightly. For the life of me, it was good. Real good. Just that short moment and I was almost caught up. I tucked my hair behind my ears as I looked away. He reached to hold my hand, I pulled them free from his grasp. This was not meant to happen. The car suddenly felt hot. I couldn’t breathe. He sighed. “I’ll take you home tonight. The next time we see, I’ll take you home – my home.”

He started driving and I stared hard at him in disbelief. Did he just say that? So bluntly! What audacity! My heart felt like it was literally going to fall. I swallowed as he drove on, playing a soft tune. I couldn’t utter a statement. I feared this man was going to rape me – in a good way. As if he knew what I was thinking, he placed his hands on mine and softly began to caress it. It was soothing but also disturbing and so I pulled them away. He turned to look at me when we approached the traffic lights and smiled, reaching to caress my cheek…”sexy girl, smile for me.”

I pouted and ignored his comment. We got to my home area in record time and I requested him to drop me off along my home. He refused bluntly and said he was going to take me home, see me walk in through the gate before he drives off. I was tired of arguing so I let him take me home. When we got to my gate and I made to come down, he reached for me again and kissed me. I didn’t know whether or not to resist, as I battled in my head. I placed one finger on his lips as I gently pulled away from this man that was causing me to feel strange. He looked at me with shrewd eyes as he asked, “When will I see you again?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged.

“Can I come pick you up in the morning?”

“What morning?”

“Tomorrow morning.”

“Dafe, I have other appointments tomorrow and besides it is 12.38am. Go home already.”

“Do you want me to come drag you out?”

“I have appointments I can’t cancel Dafe.”

“Should I drive you there tomorrow? These appointments, I mean.”

“No, you are not allowed to do that. Thank you for the offer.”

“What does a man have to do to get to you?” he asked distraught.

“To get in my pants, you mean.”

“Either ways…what do I have to do?”

“Get away you dirty mind!” I responded as I flung open the car door and shut it behind me.

He came out from his end and shouted, “I’ll call you tomorrow morning. Goodnight sexy.”

I walked away hoping no one around my estate heard him call me sexy.


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Friday Nights; Sexcapades

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Dafe was indeed full of surprises. Our first date was on Friday; three days after I agreed to see him again and it was really impressive, quite something. He did not even inform me on time, he just called me late Thursday night as I was ready to get in bed that he was going to take me out on Friday after work. He didn’t even tell me where no matter how much I persisted in asking. He just said ‘I prepared something for you, nothing really formal.’ I was amused.

The past really loves attention – that is the reason why it always creeps up to you especially when you just seemed to have moved on from it. 

I mean, I had forgotten all about Dafe to be honest till his call. I wondered whether to keep this secret further or just tell my friends. The next day, I went to work and purposefully did not pack a night bag because I was going to go home! Of course, I made sure I looked gorgeous to work – I didn’t want to be seen with such a classy man looking strangely dressed. If at all, I wanted to be ready for whatever the occasion was. So I wore a high-waisted navy green palazzo trousers with a grey off-shoulder ruffle-sleeve blouse. Thankfully, it was dress down day at work, so I didn’t have to bother so much about what I wore – although I carried a ‘parchmina’ to cover my open neck and bare shoulders.

I wasn’t sure whether or not I was concentrating at work but the day seemed to roll by very fast. I felt my heart racing as I saw the time approaching 6.00pm. I thought about calling Dafe to cancel our date. I wasn’t sure exactly how I felt at the thought of being seen with him. I wondered what he thought of me in his head.

Crap girl, just let go of those thoughts and have fun. Have you ever heard where going out with a guy killed a girl? Suck it up and wait for his call and stop acting like a child.

I sighed. As I sat before my office computer facing me, I realized I had not completely cleared my desk for the weekend. I definitely did not want to pile up any work for Monday, so I started working on the two files I had left unfinished. It immediately struck me that I had agreed with Dafe to leave by 7pm. “Shoot!” I said realizing it was 6.40pm. I still had a couple things to tidy and 7pm was not going to cut it for me. Just then, my phone began to ring. I decided to ignore it but it rang again severally.

I turned my phone to reveal who the caller was before I picked it, “Hello” I muttered

“Hello Mimi, what’s up?” Lola asked

“Hey Lola. I am fine. How did your day go?”

“Amazing I must say. Are you still at work?”

“My dear, you don see am now. That is where I am oo – I am trying to tidy up my desk.”

“You and work this young lady. Stand up and go home, it is a Friday babes.”

“I will, very soon.”

“So what are your plans for tonight?”

“I’m not sure what they are really, I am more concerned with clearing this desk in front of me and then I will figure out what next.”

“Do you want to hang out with Elvis and I?”

“Lola, did you say Elvis?”

“Yup. You heard me loud and clear. What say you?”

“Lol, I am not sure I can hang out with you guys, I am supposed to meet with someone by 7pm and it is already 7pm. Sorry.”

“Oh that is great then. Let me call Zizi and see what she is up to. Enjoy your night babes. I hope something eventful comes out of your strange meeting Mimi.”

“Lol, go away from my phone, you are a nuisance!”

She laughed at the other end, “why else do I know you, if not to be that nuisance, eh?”

I looked at my ringing phone, “hang up babes, someone is calling me.”

“All righty. Talk to you later. Bye.” She blew a kiss from the other end as she ended the call.

I quickly picked the call as I breathed, “Hello”

“Hey you…are you still busy-ish?”

“Sort of. Where are you?”

“I am just about to leave the office. I wanted to be sure you were ready for me.”

“Can you give me, say some 10 minutes extra please? I’ll just tidy and organize my desk.”

“Okay, what is your office address? So I know where to pick you at.”

“Okay erm, it’s at 36 Awolowo Road, Ikoyi.”

“36 Awolowo Road…right! Expect me in 30 minutes. I’m guessing you will be ready by then, yes?”


“Good. I will see you shortly.”

“Very well.”

I dropped my phone as I proceeded to round off my work and pack my bags. I pulled off the parchmina I wore around my neck and folded it neatly into my bag.


I said my goodbye’s to the rest of my colleagues who were still crammed up with work before I heard my supervisor say, “Hmm, someone is looking dashing tonight! The person causing this much ruckus must be really worth it.”

I laughed at what I imagined to be a sheer sarcasm as I responded, “Goodnight Sir. Do enjoy the weekend.”

“I sure will and I trust yours will be more fun than mine. Do well to laugh a lot tonight and loosen up Mimi, you are always too uptight!” He finished as he peered back to his system.

I grinned as I shook my head, why does everyone think I’m too uptight?  “Goodnight Sir.” I said again as I blushed away.

I glanced at my wristwatch and saw that it was 7.28pm. Instinctively, I walked out and headed to the elevator. Just then, my phone rang. It was him.

“Hey you…” I whispered

“Hey stranger,” I heard him smile “I’m at your office building.

“Don’t worry, I’m heading down already. You won’t have to wait too long.”

“Ah, she’s courteous! I am grateful.”

I smiled to myself, “see you soon Dafe.”

“I’m waiting.” He replied as he ended the call.


As I got closer to the ground floor, I felt more anxious and excited. I had never really had a proper date with anyone before – mostly because I turned down all offers that came my way – and I really wasn’t sure whether I wanted to go anywhere fancy with Dafe but somehow my mind kept reminding me that I was 24 and I needed to give myself some treat.

When I got to the office lobby area, I saw him seated by the waiting area observing the space. He looked effortlessly gorgeous in the purple shirt and carton colored trousers he was wearing, far better than I think a guy should look on a Friday night. After putting so much effort in my appearance, I still appeared as a toad before him, I thought as I walked up to meet him.

“Hey sexy one.” He smiled as he stood up to give me an embrace. I pulled my hand out for a shake and he tilted his head to one side and gave me a wry smile. “Oh I see how it is now, a handshake, huh?”

“Well, yes.”

“No, no…I didn’t come all the way for a handshake. Remember I said not a formal outing and I am a hugger. So please oblige me and bring that sexy body here.” He beckoned with both hands.

I moved to give him a side hug because I didn’t feel comfortable giving him a full hug. It just seemed weird and awkward. I felt awkward.  I looked at him again, he was smiling at me.

“Shall we?” he asked opening his right hand to receive mine.

“Where to please?”

“You will find out soon sexy. Just relax and enjoy the Friday.” He smiled at me again.

I loved the way he smiled at me; the way his lips lifted upwards to reveal his perfectly aligned teeth and the way his dimples creased. Oh, he had dimples – I never noticed. His smile was a meadow of green, a ray of sunshine; I feared I might get sunburn.


We drove down to Lagoon and headed to a table he had earlier reserved for us by the seaside. The view of the beautiful water body surrounding the area was spectacular; I was glad I said yes to going out with him tonight. We sat right opposite each other as I tried to observe the people around me. It was my first time at Lagoon so it was okay for me to wonder how people behaved at this place, what they ordered on their tables, how they spoke and how they sat smiling with their lovers – I assumed everyone was with a lover since it was mostly a pair of a guy and a girl or three pairs of guys as well as girls all seated together.

All the while, Dafe wouldn’t stop staring at me. I wondered why he was looking at me so intently smiling that coy smile. I shook my head as I looked on at the waters seating beside me. “Hey sexy…” I heard his soft voice whisper

I smiled as I looked at him, “stop teasing me already. You know my name is Mimi. Just call me by my name.”

“What would you like to have?” I heard the waitress say as she looked on at me handing me the menu. Apparently, she had been standing there a while, I didn’t even notice. I collected the menu as I began to flip through the pages looking for my favorite mix when I saw what seemed to be fried ice cream on the menu; I laughed. “What the hell is a fried Ice cream?” I asked no one in particular.

“Well, I have no idea.” Dafe replied “Is that what you want to have?”

“Nah, do you guys make Pina Colada’s?” I asked closing the menu as I was too tired looking through their funny food names.

“Yes, we do ma’am. Is that what you would like to have?”

“Yes please.”

I saw Dafe look at me, as he took away the menu from me. “No, Let me order something different for her?” He asked looking at me

I looked at him in bewilderment as he continued to flip through the pages like I wasn’t there… “There is something I think you would enjoy taking. Ah, ha…I found it! Make her this one.” He said as he pointed to a part of the menu looking at the waitress.

“What are you ordering for me?” I asked “Can I see it?”

“So, I ordered a ‘screamy orgasm’ for you.” He grinned widely

“I have never heard of such a mix. Sounds really weird.”

“Just take it and then let me know how you like or hate it.”

The waitress walked away to get our orders and I looked at him wondering why he had made me that choice of drink. It sounded so nasty.

“So…” he started, “tell me, how was your day at the office?”

“It was okay, and yours?”

“It was great. The highlight of the day is seeing you.”

I was quiet for a while before I replied, “That is good.”

“So tell me about you Mimi.” He continued as he reached out to grab my hands.

“Me? What can I really tell you? There isn’t much to say. What do you want to know?” I asked looking around.

“Everything. Everything you have to say.”

“That is not an easy job. Ask me specifics and I will try to answer you honestly.”

“Okay, that’s fair but that is a lot of work for me.”

“Well, the price you have to pay if you want to know me.” I grinned at him as I flashed my tongue at him.

He smiled, “You should be careful in doing that. You never can tell what may happen to that tongue once it starts behaving wildly.”

I laughed at his comment. He was easy to talk to. I crossed my ankles as I rubbed my palms over my bare shoulders. The weather was cool and I was beginning to feel a bit cold.

“Are you cold?”

“No, I’m not. My body is getting used to the water’s weather.” I lied.

He seemed not to buy it, “If you are cold, we could switch seats to a place warmer. Somewhere in the middle if you like?”

“No,” I replied “I like the view here, it is amazing. Don’t worry about me, I’m not cold.”

Just then, the waitress came with our drinks. My glass was really large and I wondered why they wanted to drown me. It looked really nice, I hoped that the taste would be nicer. I took a sip; hmm, not bad, I thought.

“Do you like it?” He asked

“I don’t think I can judge that properly yet. I just took a sip, let me take a couple more and I will let you know what I decide.”

He shook his head smiling. He was always smiling, so beautiful, I could watch him all day.

“So, if I am permitted to ask, how old are you?”

“Well, take a wild guess.” I sipped some more of the really nice drink even though I refused to admit.


“Really now? Well…you almost hit the nail on the head. I am 24.”

“Oh wow, that’s a perfect age.”

“That is your business, even though I don’t understand what you mean by perfect age.”

“Haha…” He laughed, “so missy, what do you do for a living?”

“Well, I make money from designing people’s buildings, homes and developing facilities. So I am responsible for the visual appearances of structures and buildings.”

“Wow, that is a really beautiful way to describe what you do as an Architect.”

“I see you are a smart man.” I chuckled.

“Well, my elder sister is an Architect; so yeah – I understand basically.”

“Okay, so you are trying to say you are not so smart? I get it – my bad.”

“You are something else Mimi. So, do you enjoy what you do?”

“Oh yes, I do. It is a really amazing job and it is fantastic how awesome people ideas are. I mean, I look forward to meeting new client on a daily. Some days, I just want to leave my desk and go for roadshows and conferences, where I can meet people, discuss ideas on facilities and create a design. My colleagues think I’m too uptight and serious but I think they are misreading me every single time. Like…I just don’t know how to sit in a day without coming up with a fantastic idea about a design or a plan for a structure to remodel or build. I mean, it is really amazing now that I think about it.”

I realize I was talking too much. I stop to look at him and he is grinning from ear to ear. “What is it?” I ask perturbed.

“I just admire your passion. I could literally sit here all day and listen to you talk, your voice is soothing.”

“You are not serious.”

“Do you want us to order something to eat or you want us to go somewhere fancy to eat?”

“Isn’t this place fancy enough? And yes I am hungry, I’ll like to order.”

“They don’t have real food here just so you know. Would you like to have the seafood platter?”

“Yes, I love seafood. Do they make it nice here?”

“I guess they do. That is what Deji and Jay loves to eat when we hang out here. I’d rather eat the pizza or beef stakes.” He beckoned on the waitress to come and ordered the seafood platter for me and some slice of pizza for himself. The food came in good time and I ate to my fill. The sauce was delicious, I was awed by the mastery of the chef. As I licked the sauce from my lips I heard Dafe’s soft voice whisper, “I didn’t tell you how ravishing you looked, did I?”

I blushed bright red even though I couldn’t appear red. “Is that a compliment? I asked

“No, it’s not; it is the truth. I don’t even know how to compliment you. I don’t want to say the wrong words.”

“Keep teasing me Dafe. Keep on, it can only get better.”

He laughed, “now she thinks I’m teasing uh.”

I glanced at my wrist watch, it was quarter past nine. I quietly wondered I should ruin the evening by asking that we leave so I could get home on time and avoid the traffic. I swallowed spit. This was not going to be easy. He looked at me as the waitress brought another round of drinks, “Are you tired?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Well, you seem to be looking desperately at your time. Am I bad company?”

“I wish you were.” I smiled, “I’m just worried about the time I’ll get home.”

“I’ll drop you off, you don’t have to bother.”

“My house is really far oo and there is a lot of traffic around the area, trust me, you don’t want to get involved in it when you will still head all the way back.”

“Did I complain to you young woman? Trust me, I think I am going to have a great time driving you home and by the way, we aren’t done with the evening.”

“What does that mean?”

“We have other places to go, so let’s get going.” He reached out to waiter and cleared the bill while I wondered if this was another episode of what happened last week.

“Shall we?” He stood up as he brought forward his hands to grab mine.

I stood up, smoothed my trousers as I allowed him to intertwine his fingers with me while we walked to the car and sped off into the night.


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Friday Nights; A Reckless Journey V

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As we drove silently towards Deji’s home, I watched the way he looked every now and then at Zizi. I silently observed them both and wondered if he was a fitting pair for my friend. I observed both their faces; Zizi kept pulling her hand away from Deji’s constant grasp.

My dear, quietly drive us to where the bed is and continue this love and affection later on, I thought.

As usual, Lola was fantasizing about Elvis and I wondered how long it will take before the crush for him wanes off. I shook my head as I watched her closely. She was obviously lost in thoughts.


Soon enough, we arrived at Deji’s home. Apparently, he lived alone in one of his Father’s mansion since his father was not keen about returning back to Nigeria. I was bedazzled by the vastness and magnificence of the building. There were two other cars parked at the place reserved for parking and my, oh my, boy were they classy? Even the security guard looked classy, I began to consider the job. As we approached the living area just beside the foyer, Lola and I caught our breathe as if on cue. The space is a definition of lush, even my rugged sandals relaxed when they stepped on the rug. I look around and all of a sudden, I want to run and bury myself on the plush couch with feather pillows.

Deji takes us to the room where we can stay for the night and I quietly observe everything around me again. The bed is large, well laid out and fluffy with coffee brown sheets and plush apricot accent pillows.  The Alphano Beige walls have a calming effect, the walnut mahogany furniture used for the dresser and the closet gives the room a glowing warm, cuddly feeling. The lace curtains are a darker brown with Apricot colored tassels, it is exquisite.

I drop my bag carefully on the dresser and move to the restroom as I  need to pee. Everything is another shade of copper brown and ceramic, the shower head is Silver and the tub is polished brown. White towels are hanging on a railing in the corner, soaps and bottles of lotions, fragrances, shampoos and other things I know nothing about are in a transparent cupboard sitting just beside the copper mirror hanging above the hand faucet; my face looks sleepy.

I wash my face quickly. All these looks like I am inside a movie. I hear Zizi’s voice behind me.

“All these things in a guest room. Hian!”

I look up at her as I shake my head, “Please, allow us to enjoy the serenity of this place.”

“Better go to bed oo. We are leaving here before Noon.”

I hear Lola shout from the room, “You are alone oo Zizi. I am staying here till Sunday. You will tell me who is chasing you.”

She shakes her head as she moves to pee. “I have said my own oo. Don’t be deceived by all these beautiful things surrounding you. I have laundry to do.”

“I don’t understand you oo. We only just got here Zizi.” I said looking point blank at her, “Why the rush?”

“Can you not see the time? 6.15am. We spent the entire night partying and drinking. You still want us to waste our day sleeping here? Please, I have things to do if you girls don’t.”

“We did not exactly party and drink all night madam. Besides, you invited us here. How are we at fault in all these?” I asked opening my two hands beside me. By this time, Lola had also come in, struggling to pee and take a bath.

“I have said my own. You people just kept dancing like mad women. Instead of requesting that Deji take us home. See Mimi, I just want to get enough rest, wake up before 12pm and go home. I cannot keep piling my laundry and I have other meetings to attend.”

“Ah, so we are now mad women abi?”

“Yes oo. I don’t even know where you girls get the energy to keep on all night. My goodness!”

“Okay oo, if you say you want to leave early…no wahala. I will decide what I want to do when I wake up.”

“Please wake me up by 10.30am.” She requested

“Lol, did you ask me what time I will be waking up? I’m sure you are making a mistake by asking me to do that for you – that is, if I even wake up by 2pm.” I snort.

“You guys have fun planning your exit. I am here till Sunday bitches.” Lola chirped in laughing as she pulled her panties to take a shower. “Get out you two, stop looking at my bum.”

“Which one please?” Zizi asked “Because somebody looked your way tonight, we will not hear word.” She laughed as she smacked Lola’s right bum cheek.

“Ehn, is it your somebody? Please allow me enjoy this moment!” Lola retorted as she closed the glass doors of the shower tub. “Harassing someone’s child.”

I laughed at them both as I made to pull off my clothes.

“Ehn ehn, better wait your turn Mimi. I am taking a shower right after Lola.”

“Hian, you are not even ready to take a shower madam. Why are you acting like Nigerian politics?”

“Leave me like that, ready or not, I am taking a shower next. You can see, I have no energy and I need more sleep than the two of you. Please just allow me.”

“Who has your time? Take your shower and let me be.”

“You see why I love you?”

“You have seen someone you can manipulate now, that is why. I don’t blame you…” I said as I walked into the room looking for where to charge my phone. Apparently, one of my friend had plugged it on the power socket for me. I was relieved. I laid down on the bed trying to reminisce on the occurrences of last night and early this morning. My stomach grumbled and I realized I was hungry. Shoot. I will just have to wait it out.


At some point, I slept off. A warm hand reached to tap me, “Hey gurl, go and take a shower.”

I looked up and saw Lola staring bright eyed at me, “is she through?” I asked

“Yep. She is toweling herself dry.”

I sighed as I made to stand up. I was darn hungry. I looked at Lola. “What?” She asked

“I am hungry fa.”

“My dear, I thought I was the only one. We just have to wait it out.”

“Did I hear someone say she is hungry just now or am I the one thinking it?” Zizi asked as she walked out of the bathroom.

“Lol, yes you heard us say we are hungry. Come and beat us.”

“Beat ke? No oo, in fact, I am hungry as well. You won’t believe it.”

“If there is anything we can believe, it is the fact that you are hungry. After all, you were forming ‘I’m not hungry‘ when everyone was eating at the beach.” Lola laughed as I walked away to take a shower.

“My dear…if only I knew, I would have eaten something.” Zizi affirmed.


Just as I was stepping out of the bathroom, I heard a gentle knock on the door. I rubbed my eyes gently wondering what Deji wanted to say now that Zizi had probably gone to sleep. I looked towards the bed and saw my friends lying peacefully after they had reserved a corner for me by the left hand side facing the windows.

“Hold on a bit please.” I walked towards the dresser and wondered what to put on for sleep. I was tempted to uncover the duvet to see what my friends were wearing but I was more conscious of the fact that I was keeping someone waiting at the door. Shoot! I said to myself. I tightened the towel around my chest and walked towards the door, “Hold on…” I said as I opened the door puzzled that he didn’t knock a second time.

I was startled at first as I stared on. I stared at her for what seemed to be three minutes before I heard her say, “hello ma, are you okay?”

I swallowed spit  and pretended to smile as several thoughts ran in my head, who is she?

“Mister Deji asked me to bring you ladies some fresh shirts to wear.” She said holding forward her hands filled with three soft tee-shirts.

“Oh, thank you.” I could barely even whisper. A maid.

“Would you like to have anything before you go to sleep ma? Mister Deji said you all would be very hungry after the long night. I prepared some warm milk. I can bring it up, if you are too tired to come out.”

I smiled at her. She was gracious. “Yes please.” I responded without shame. “Bring anything you have my dear, my friends and I are sincerely hungry.”

She chuckled at me for the first time and I felt relaxed. “Okay ma.” She said as she walked away while I closed the door behind me. I did not like the idea of her calling me Ma, it made me feel old.

Apparently, she was the one who tidied up this room and laid out the towels for us because I was wondering how Deji knew to bring out three fresh towels. I walk up to my friends and yanked off the duvet, behold two set of naked humans! They did not even bother to put on something, my goodness! I thought. I tapped them individually as they turned to look at me, clearly upset.

“Deji sent us some clothes to wear naked people.”

Lola laughed, “Who told you we wanted to wear cloths?” Zizi asked covering herself with the duvet again.

“Stand up jhoor and wear the shirts your handsome prince sent us. By the way, food is coming.”

Lola jerked up suddenly, “where is it?” as they start to wear the shirts.

“Ode” I laughed, “I said it is coming and by the way, he has a warm maid.”

Zizi’s eye lit up. “A maid? How would you know that?”

“Don’t worry, she is coming soon with the food. She brought the shirts.” I smiled sitting on the bed as I half-crossed my leg. Just then, she knocked again, very quietly. “Hold on, I’m coming.”

I hurried to open the door as I let her in. She was carrying a huge tray filled with pancakes, maple syrup, jug of warm milk, sausages and eggs.

“Thank you…” I looked at her, “what is your name?”

“Aisha Ma.”

“Thank you Aisha. Please don’t call me Ma, my name is Mimi.”

“Yes Ma. Do you want anything else.”

I looked at my friends who were now standing by the table picking out what they wanted to eat on a plate. I shook my head, “No Aisha. Thank you very much.”

She smiled as she walked out. I grabbed a plate as I helped myself to some of the food. I was very hungry. Zizi looked at me, “You were there telling the poor girl not to call you Ma. Do you want her to get sacked? You will not allow someone do their job in peace, be there forming good girl.”

Lola laughed, “Zizi abeg oo, leave Mimi alone. You know it is not easy getting used to these things. It takes time.”

“Ha, very true. Lola your head dey there.”

I shook my head at them. I did not have their time. I was hungry and I could only talk after the hunger had been pacified. The poor Aisha girl did not even remove the ‘Ma’ from her mouth when addressing me. I wondered if I was acting like a ‘Ma’.

I finish the food on my plate and gulp down the milk I poured out for myself. I rub my aching stomach as I reach out to take the last sausage on the bowl. Zizi hits my hand as she takes it. I tilt my head and pout my mouth in a, why-did-you-do-that-to-me manner. I look to Lola for help but Lola is already hugging the pillow searching for sleep. Zizi takes two bite and put the other in my mouth. I am grateful. I yawn and know that my body is ready to sleep. I reach to put off the lights as I take up the space left for me. I go into oblivion.


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