I pocketed my mobile phone and headed to a nearby sandwich and noodle joint to get dinner. In less than twenty minutes, I’d arrived at the joint and placed my order, while several cars sped behind me.I thought about Patt, Laurie and her panty incident. Although it was weird and funny to think that Laurie still saw Patt after that particular incident, I simply concluded that Laurie had very poor taste in her choice of male companions.So Some minutes later, I carried my packaged noodles back to my hostel room when my mobile phone began to ring. Initially, I thought it was A. J. Baby, but was surprised when I eventually brought my mobile phone to my face to check the caller Id. It was an MTN number that wasn’t saved in my contact list. I answered the call and discovered it was Pre’s younger sister – Tee.“Hello Pierre, this is Tee speaking.”“Hello Tee, how’s the evening going?”“The evening is cool. Listen, I need to get some clarifications from you about my sister…”“What are you dri
I returned from lectures some days later and had lunch, before proceeding too study my notes from the day’s lecture. It was past seven in the evening that same day when I decided to go jogging. I jogged around the field facing my hostel lock before heading to New Girls hostel. From New Girls hostel, I continued towards the roundabout and before taking a break at the Chills restaurant. I walked inside the restaurant, purchased a small bottle of water and sipped it in small amounts.I’d barely sat on one of the stools for a minute when I heard the familiar voice and giggle of one of my female course mates. I took another sip and placed the bottle of water gingerly on the granite bar. The voice and giggle were unmistakable. I turned and saw Hailee sitting on the right thigh of a tall and light-skinned male student. He had a large amount of hair on his head, and Hailee stroked it with her fingers at intervals. She wrapped her black turban in the same manner she’d wrapped it that fateful n
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