I was admiring a moving line of soldier ants near the fence of the New Girls hostel, when I beheld Aurelia, Tee and a handful of my female course mates. The distance between us was up to ten meters, but they didn’t notice me, and even if they did, they didn’t behave as though they did. They bought barbecued beef, noodles, biscuits, soft drinks, toasted bread and eggs, sandwiches and bottles of water.I turned and looked away from the soldier ants before crossing my legs. I was sneezing the next moment when A. J. Baby walked towards me in confident and dainty steps.“Good evening Pierre.”“Good evening A. J. Baby, how was your day?”“Fine, fine, fine.” A. J. Baby responded in a deep voice while looking around suspiciously. She wasn’t the type who was into make-up and cosmetics, but I was amused to see her lips adorned with lip gloss on this particular evening.“Hope you’re hearing from your parents?” I asked, as several female students poured out of New Girls hostel gate, in skimpy and
I almost blushed at Gahn’s last statement, and soon began to wonder if all ladies thanked the man who (tenderly) deflowered them.“Goodnight Gahn… I love you.”I heard Gahn kissing me through the phone before ending the phone call. I picked up a small box of chocolates, lay on my bed and stared at the ceiling while dropping the cubes of chocolate into my mouth. ________________________________A lawyer once said that every lawyer must be ready and know how to lie on impulse, and in an ‘emergency.’ I smiled at the lie about getting some things from Uselu for my mum. I was standing in front of my hostel room and watching a group of male students playing football on the large field facing my hostel block when a taxi cab drove towards me. I stared at the driver and the occupant in the back seat. The face looked familiar in the distance, and I smiled when the taxi cab slowed down and parked near me.“Pre, what a wonderful surprise.” I walked towards the back se
Part IWhen you have everything, what could you possibly desire?CHAPTER ONEHis Royal Majesty, Pierre Paul Abutu Ph.D (Honoris Causa), JP, the current Attah of Igala and a native of Igalamela-Odolu Local Government Area of Kogi State, Nigeria, is my name. This is my story, and these are my love affairs.I was born more than thirty years ago to the immediate past Attah of Igala, and my late father, Dr Peter Ilemonan Abutu. I was his only son among eight children. Being the only son of a billonaire international businessman, shipping magnate, agro-exporter, solid mineral exporter and realtor, had its perks. As early as I can remember, I was sent off with my mother, Lady Grace Ojochide Abutu (my father’s second wife), to live in Switzerland.I grew up living in a milk-coloured seven bedroom mansion, with a gum-cum-dojo, mini-cinema, suspended vegetable garden and swimming pool. When I became a teenager I later understood that that my mother had some marital issues with my father, before
My party soon departed for the Attah of Igala’s palace after I’d completed my registration and settled down in the school. They were boys, girls, men and women from diverse backgrounds in my college. My mum’s warning and counsel kept ringing in my ears whenever I thought of talking to or approaching a girl. Sometimes, I felt my dopamine levels were low or were not yet alive / active. I soon realized that I easily befriended and trusted the opposite sex more the boys (guys).Although I’d been a lone wolf from childhood, I knew I couldn’t afford to enter adulthood without acquainting myself with ‘certain things’. I can still remember the names of some girls back then in my Year One (100 level) – Linda, Seghosime, Doyin, Precious, Timi, Emem, Aanu, Paula, Maryam, Halimat, Ore, and Timi. They were a host of several others whose names I can’t remember. I saw all these girls (female course mates), as my ‘sisters’ and friends. Subsequently, I couldn’t and did not develop any (intimate) feeli
CHAPTER THREEI continued walking until I arrived at the entrance of the Old Girls Hostel. They were several huts adjacent to the entrance of the Old Girls Hostel. They were called huts even though were made of concrete, corrugated iron sheets and wood. They were circular in design, and had two passages. Each hut could comfortably sit up to twenty adults and contain twenty-five more standing.I sat in an empty hut and waited for Bussy to arrive. I was wearing a blue casual cotton long-sleeved shirt and a pair of black trousers. I didn’t fancy wearing wristwatches for any particular reason, even though my mum had purchased several Rado, Rolex and Omega wristwatches for me. The weather was cool, and the tree branches danced in the evening breeze. My feet felt free in the pair of black leather slippers I was wearing. It felt better than wearing black leather boots and cover shoes from Monday to Friday..I remember fumbling with my GSM Mobile phone for a couple of minutes before Bussy app
I was about to say something when Bussy suddenly pulled my head closer with her left hand and kissed me with all her might.“Third hut… 7pm”. She turned and walked three steps, before winking at me again. The way Bussy carried the package I gave her and her handbag, made me think she must’ve been a model at some point in her life.Bussy walked towards the field facing the administrative block to get a bus that would transport her to Old Girls Hostel. There was no gainsaying the fact that I’d fallen for her. It was happening very fast. I stood there rooted to the spot as students walked around where I stood in all directions. They paid me no attention, due to the scorching Okada weather. The latter made everyone (especially the students), to always be in a hurry. I smiled and clutched the handle of my black bag, before walking to a nearby snack bar. I knew I couldn’t afford to breathe a word of what was happening to my mum. Maybe love was slowly developing between us, or maybe we were
Funny roommates you got there, Bussy”.“I really enjoyed today… oh my God”. Let me no shout… the way you kiss me, it’s like I’m being kissed by a god.“I’m glad you love it Bussy. Let me leave you to sleep…”“Make sure you dream of me, Pierre… and no other girl”.“I have eyes for only you, Bussy”.“Aww, I love you so much Pierre, I really do”.“Sweet dreams, my love”.After ending the phone call, I was sipping some water, and found it difficult to sleep. Thoughts of Bussy flooded my brain like the Niagara Falls. I didn’t care much about her height, because as far as I was concerned, she was simply perfect and portable for me. Bussy, Bussy, Bussy, was the only thing I thought of and imagined. At that moment, I could sincerely and confidently say that I was in love – with Bussy/The love between I and Bussy blossomed as the weeks and months went by. My mom knew nothing about it, but sometimes reminded me of my childhood ‘crushes’ in Zurich and Berne. On one occasion, she informed me tha
“Many of them, who’ve been sexually active from High School, come here and meet a decent guy. Afterwards, they’ll cook up a story that they were molested at a younger age…”“And then what?” I whispered impatiently.“And according to them, that is the reason they aren’t virgins. The icing on the cake is joining a Christian fellowship or any other religious outfit on campus, and becoming holier than thou”.“Jesus Christ”. My blood went cold as a younger lady appeared and cleared the empty malt beverage bottles, aluminium foils and plastic trays on our table.“Does that mean that Bussy… no, it can’t be…”“I’m not saying anything about your Bussy, but keep what I’ve said at the back of your mind. The girls here just wanna have fun at the expense of the guys. They are not ready to be with a poor, broke, or financially struggling student in the name of love. If you wanna love, my Crown Prince, please wait till you’re out of here”.“Have you ever been in love before, Asha?”“I have… and it w