COMPILED MOVIE FROM PAST YEARS.. MY P- MANS FRIENDS DAUGHTER.. PART (1 & 2) * This ASUU strike has been on for a while, and in my opinion, it is both favourable and unfavourable. After what happened to me recently, I think I’ll even want the strike to last till next year. (lol) I was on my own in the sitting room, simultaneously chatting with one girl and watching TV. I was laughing like a goat, I swear. Dont give me that look…c’mon, we all do these things. I was tempted to use Pidgin English for this story, I must confess, but from now on I’ll just use ‘Pman’ for Father and ‘Momsi’ for Mother. Dhazall. I was still laughing like a drunk chronic madman when my Pman came out from his room. He asked me what I was laughing about and I just said I was reading one joke online. He walked to the kitchen and as I heard his foot steps coming back, I immediately co-ordinated myself as if I was doing a job interview online.lol. He asked me to go and help him give his friend one document and that I should explain to him that he’ll see him later. Me i just happy say I go even leave that house sef. Even if the place I was going to was not far. Two minutes later, I don jump enter one jeans wey I hang for my wardrobe door. I pick one Tshirt from my box. I never wear this Tshirt since when I don come back from school. I trekked out of my street and picked a bike. The man was telling me N100 as if its not this same place i used to go before. I finally negotiated N50. All these Okada people sef. When I got to the man’s house, I did not even waste time before i started knocking because I already knew the routine. If you come this early to his house, there is just no way you wont knock for up to 10 minutes at least. I wonder why my pman does not always call this man before he sends me here. Anyway, I continued knocking. I looked at the street and found out that it was a bit live-lier than my own. Chai…see the girls wey dey this place sha. The girls that would not be around on a normal day, now because of ASUU, they are all over the place. It was still about 8:45 that saturday morning. I continued looking around after intervals of knocking. Soon, i heard foot steps. Theres a special way women slippers (or i dont know what they call it) sounds. I was already composing the start-up statement i would tell Mrs Chizoba. I always preferred her husband to be the one that would recieve me. I hate all those fake smiles that women put up. The smile wey go be like say their face wan tear. The gate opened, and I took my face away first as if I was watching one woman who was helping one girl carry her tray on her head. Before i looked back, I put on my most honest smile. I get this innocent smile wey I dey always give elderly women, or near elderly sha. So, back to the story. As I turned back with my honest smile, I first confuse. It wasn’t Mrs Chizoba I saw oo.. It was a much younger lady. Ah! It was not me that was shouting o. Its that stubborn boy in my head. This girl was fine ooo. Anything else would be an understatement. I swear!! I looked at this girl for up for one minute, until it was getting awkward. She just gave me that ”yes? what do you have to say” look. She was just waking up, I could tell from her face. All these people dey talk say, if you wan know girl wey fine, go check am for house for morning. Omo, if na that one be the case, this girl na Ogbanje. She was fine in every sense. I was happy when my mouth started moving, because it wasn’t me that was moving the lips. Left to me, i was comfortable just staring at her till Jesus go blow 2nd trumpet by himself say make I begin climb stairs come up. I told her that I was there to see Mr. Chizoba. She nodded and told me to come in. As she shifted a little for me to enter, i noticed something that made me know that God works on sundays. She was wearing her nightie and the nightie was just a little bit transparent. I could see that she was not wearing a bra underneath. Me sef, i silly! Who wears a bra to bed anyway. I saw her Tips and a little of the roundness of her bosom. The bosoms were firm. They stood up like that without any sign of sagging. I swear, if i wasnt this close to this girl, I would have argued with Gani that this girl was wearing a bra, the way the bosoms were firm. She then made matters worse. She decided to close the gate. Oboy! The transparency of the material fully came into view as she turned to close the gate. For a brief moment, i caught a glimse of her full right bosom. Needless to say that by now, my dick don dey play god of war inside my jeans. Thank God i did not wear that my 3-quarter shorts. Chai… E for bad. The Attention for show, no be small. So this girl was around because of ASUU?? Chai. I knew Mr. Chizoba had a daughter, but since I had been coming here, I did not for once lay my eyes on her. Its just either of her brothers I usually saw. But most of the times, the parents were home alone. Thats what happens when theres no much spacing between your kids. They all enter the university at close to the same time. i was still waiting for her to finish bolting the gate. I could not have waited for more than six to seven seconds, but those seconds seemed like hours oo. I cant lie. I read books where they say ”minutes looked like hours”, but this time i was experiencing it myslef. LIKE MY PAGE Facebook/globalslink for FULL STORY. also invite friends to lyk #globalslink
Posted on: Sat, 04 Oct 2014 04:54:39 +0000