Panty Raid

"MERCY, PHONE," DAYO MUMBLED. He was lying nude on his bed, with only  the worn edge of a brown duvet covering his morning stick.Dayo groaned as the soft naked body lying beside him refused to stir. His fingers edged closer to grab his vibrating phone under Mercy's clothes.A black G-string was lying on the lit screen of his iPhone X. The carelessly strewn underwear got the events of the night before clouding every inch of his mind.A lazy smile tugged at the corner of his lips. The room carried the strong smell of sex in the morning air. Dayo couldn't stop the smile on his lips from forming. Spending the night with Mercy, a final year student is definitely something to celebrate. Not just any Mercy, but the one from Law department; the best lay in the whole damn faculty!He slide the screen and answered the call without checking the caller ID.Only one person dared to call him this early. "Dude, it's like 8

DAYO WAITED TILL he was sure Prof. Ajayi wasn't paying attention to the entrance of the class before slipping into the class like a thief in daylight."Hey, my man." he says, exchanging an handshake with his friends.Omah smacked his arm playfully. "Guy, you too like woman. Shey you know say I knock your door before I commot?" "Bro, I didn't sleep a wink all through the night. She was so fucking good." Dayo said, with a broad grin.Abbey edged closer, "You don knack Mercy be that ooo. Adedayo Banks the 'terminator'. " Dayo's smile grew wide, he relished the way his friends hailed him every time he won a bet. And that was every time, because Ade Banks has never failed to charm a girl out of her panties. Never."Wetin baba dey talk since?" Dayo asked Omah.Dayo propped his elbows on the wooden desk, which has been feasted upon by ravaging insects. The chipped edges had various names etched on it's faded brown surfac

ENIOLA SAT ON the edge of her chair, her bare feet were propped on the edge of jagged study table in her room.Opening the half used nail polish, Eniola applied a coat of black paint to her toenails. The strong smell wafted through the room instantly, overpowering the sweet fragrance of Lara's lemon air freshener. Their room was painted a cool shade of purple and white with a bunk bed leaning against both side of the room. Posters of Halle Berry, Naomi Campbell and a half naked Latino male model lined the wall. In the far end corner of the room, blouses, jeans and every size bra imaginable were carelessly draped over a chair. Strings of colorful waistbeads dangled from a bent nail on the pastel wall.As usual, Omolara had her head buried in one of her anatomy textbooks with gory pictures on the paperback. Fareedah who had just finished her evening prayers was sitting on a mat on the floor, her eyes lowered but not completely closed as she swatted off a fly

THE LECTURE ROOM was filled with multiple sources of noise. Students were shouting, various ringing tone popped from each corner , doors slamming as people came in and out of the class.Snack wrappers, rotten corn cobs, and fresh orange peels lay strewn about like dead leaves. A cloud of flies gathered around the filthy crumbs of leftover puff-puff. The squeaking ceiling fan circled lazily and stirred the putrid smell across the congested room.There was a dustbin right by the entrance of the class and Eniola wondered why her classmates prefer to liter the floor. Not even a tinge of pity on their faces as the old mama cleaner bent her unyielding back to clean their mess.The class rep, Esohe, was reading something out to the class from the freshly printed paper in her hands. Her tiny voice drowned by the loud chatter that traveled around the 200seater lecture room. It's just a battle of words, nobody listening - everyone talking. The noise was ear-crippling that

THE SUN WAS sinking low, embracing the snowy white clouds that lazily spreads across the sky. The sky was ablaze with swirling shades of orange and pink, as if someone had smeared burning flames across the twilight.Traffic hawkers thrusting their goods into moving cars, bus touts harassing a danfo drivers for not paying their due, fake cure-all vendors yelling, beggars soliciting the charity of bus passengers.A slight breeze blew the odor of stale sweat, salvaged by the smell of cheap perfume mingled with exotic colognes.Few yards away, a grungy old man in tattered clothes scowls, then a smile suddenly spreads on his lips. His demented smile bared uneven brown teeth stained by years of stale tobacco smoke.A little girl of about six ran alongside a rickety Toyota Corolla, balancing a tray of oranges on her tiny head. Eniola stopped to buy some roasted corn from the one roadside vendors. "Ekasan ma (Good day ma), how much is this one?" Enio