THE SCHOOL GATE WAS crowded with students jostling for a space in one of the cheaper danfo buses.
Eniola knew that if she spent one more minute in the hassle, she was sure to be late for her first class. She stared at the swarm of motorcycles jam-packed at the far end corner of the school gate.
Their faces were rigid and sweaty under their rusted helmets. Most of the students opted for the danfo buses because the fare was cheaper, while the okada riders wanted double the normal fare.
Eniola would have preferred to ride in one of the buses herself, but she was running very late already. And getting to class late meant trouble with the lecturer. She held her arm forward and the motorcycles as if attracted by an invisible magnet, huddled around her.
She climbed aboard the nearest one and told him where she was going to. Eniola grimaced as the motorcycle sped past the sight and the morning air rushed to her face, carrying the smell of rotten food.
Arriving at the venue for the lecture, Eniola paid the okada rider and waited to collect her change. She was about to leave when a black Lexus car full of girls-windows down-and music thumping speeds past her.
"What the...?" She shrieked, inspecting the damage the mud water had done to her outfit.
"Ah, sisi mi. Nah like dat all dis small small boys dey do. Sorry ehn." The okada rider said, before speeding off to carry more passengers.
The car pulled over beside the large Oak tree that held her department's signboard. DEPARTMENT OF LITERATURE.
FINALLY COMING TO a screeching halt in front of his department building, Dayo kissed Mercy on the lips as her friends 'aww' in the backseat."So dinner tonight?" Dayo grinned, stroking the bare skin of her laps as her mini skirt had traveled up her thighs.
Mercy wore a seductive look. "I'll bring some wine. You don't mind if Kelechi joins the menu, right?"
Why the fuck would I mind?! Having the two hottest girl in their class in his bed aroused him more than it should.
"I'm game. The more the merrier." he said, slapping her ass as she alighted from the car.
"Bye." Mercy giggled.
Dayo turned slightly on the car seat, watching her ass jiggle as she walked away with her friends. Damn!
He picked up his phone and sent 'DONE' to his guys. The terminator has striked again.
A knock on his window jostled him from his thoughts, 'who is this one?' he thought.
Eniola stepped back as the guy alighted from his car. With her hands pinned tightly on her waist and face twisted in anger, she almost prayed that she at least looked intimidating.
"Yes?"
Eniola raised her chin up, as he towered above her small stature. "You splashed me with your car," she stated, awaiting an heartfelt apology for him.
"What the hell should I do about that?" he said, giving her a once-over.
How can someone that is so good looking be as rude as him?
There was no denying that he was handsome. His deep chocolate-brown eyes was sure to make every girl melt right under his stare. The unbent pattern of his braided hair was outlined under the red durag that matted his head.
His nose ring glimmered in the morning sun, attracting her gaze to his equally pierced ears. Streaks of ink peered out of the corner of his crisp white shirt...
Dayo shifted, crossing his arms over his chest. "Tell me when you're done."
Eniola teared her gaze from his full lips, "Done doing what?" she asked, confused.
Dayo smirked. "Eye-fucking me," he said.
The nerve of this guy!
Eniola cleared her throat. "You know this would be a lot easier if you'd just say a simple sorry," she huffed.
Dayo pressed the button on his car key and turned to leave. "I'll get you a new dress if that's what you want. But right now, I have to run."
"Who the hell do you think you are?" Her question was left unanswered as he rushed off to his destination.
Did that just happen? Eniola thought as she burned holes through his back.
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
THERE WAS A long queue at Blue Ocean club, Lekki Phase 1. The nightclub was a very popular nightspot among Unilag students.An unending line of people were jostling and peering along the lines towards the doors. Two huge bouncers guarded the entrance, a smug look plastered on their faces.Loud thumping music emanating from the club filled the air.Dayo walked straight up to the bouncers and flashed them a grin. The younger one was a huge man, bald hair, and a gold-tinted beard that framed his jaw. The guy grinned, stretching his wide lips enough to show his gold teeth. Seeds of perspiration adorn his bald head and shined a vibrant amber color.He unhooked the black velvet rope that separated the raging crowd from gaining entrance to the club. Dayo grinned and knocked knuckles with him before entering the club.As usual, the club was packed. You could feel the energy upon entering the room. Filled with exuberant youth just like himself, most o
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
DAYO SLID OUT of his Lexus, and thumbed the lock button on the remote key.There was something delighting about the hostel. Is it because most of the biggest girls in Unilag lived there or was it just the lush greenery of the garden?Whichever. Palmers hall was the 'it' place where guys could get correct babes.He quickly dialed Janet's number to tell her that he was downstairs, not wanting to risk being seen by his past flings. There were at least two dozens of them at Palmers hall."Hello," she answered."Hey, are you ready? I'm downstairs," he asked."Great. I'll be down in five," she said, her voice sultry."Alright. Five minutes," he repeated, dragging the phone from his ear.No doubt she was still doing her makeup. Dayo had even arrived thirty minutes late because he knew she wasn't one to keep to time.Dayo leaned against his car, his dark BVLGARI sunglasses shielding his eyes from the harsh sun rays. The sun was
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
DAYO HAD DRIVEN to Ikoyi to visit his favorite tracks, The Chase Race Track. He loved the smell of the tracks, the speed and the rush of adrenaline that always seem to cure his numbness.The tracks was what kept him sane.Dayo yelled in victory as his orange turbo viper shot past the finish line. The crowd went crazy as the other race cars flashed across the finish line.He'd won. Again.Dayo climbed out of his car and was quickly surrounded by his friends and some sexy girls they brought to the tracks.Omah returned with an unopened bottle of champagne, "I told you he was going to beat that motherfucker! Abi I no talk am? (Or didn't I say so?)," he shouted.He popped the cork, causing the champagne to spill over. The girls giggled as he poured each of them a glass.King, the owner of the racing tracks approached them. "I have to get you racing again so I can make some money off your ass,"he grinned."You could make a cou
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
THE RAIN LASHED hard against the roof, thunder crashed and the shadow of a lightning flashed across the room. The weather was perfect for cuddling and further naughty stuffs.Rain, champagne, beautiful girl. Could it get any better?Patricia Eze was by far the prettiest girl in the department of computer engineering. She had her fair share of toasters and most of the girls in her class were really envious of her. She had light skin that glowed like the sunrise, and her body was molded to perfection, with curves in all the right places.Patricia moaned into his mouth, as Dayo's hands disappeared under her red silky blouse, pushing her bra up and cupping one of her breast.Dayo felt a sting of pain when her acrylic nails dug into his bare back. Groaning, he pinned her hands above her head and kept a firm grip.Throaty moans filled the room as his hands skimmed the soft flesh of her thighs. She lifted her hips to meet his, making him
ENIOLA HATED WHEN guys whistled to get her attention like she was a sex object of some sort, it was simply irritating. They let out a roar of wolf whistles followed by nasty comments about how they want to 'eat her work'."Look at those titties!" One guy wearing a camouflage shirt yelled to his friends."Just ignore them," Fareedah said, linking her arm with hers. Eniola nestled closer to the girls as the boys kept whistling at her.Eniola held her sandals in her hand, threading her feet through the crisp golden sand. Conscious of the hungry eyes on her, she adjusted her crocheted bikini top."Look, that's Jide coming." Lara smiled, tucking her phone back into her Louis Vuitton tote bag.Jide was walking towards them with Dayo, looking every inch the bad boy that he was. Eniola grew nervous as he weaved through the group of boys that had been whistling at her. She bit the inside of her cheek and looked away as she felt herself grow nerv
DAYO HANDED VICKY a red plastic cup and resumed his position behind her with his arms wrapped around her neck. A light breeze brings the fresh smell of the salty ocean mixed with the faint smell of barbecue smoke.The ocean tumbled violently in waves and people ran back at the sight of the approaching waves. Dim lights of stars and the moonlight create a glistening reflection on the ocean, giving it a shiny silver color.There was a DJ set up in one corner near the refreshment table. People were dancing, holding their red plastic cups in the air as they moved to the music. Goat meat roasted over searing hot fire in the distance."Come, Dayo. Let's dance," Vicky said. She pulled him to the crowd of people dancing in a distance and pressed herself against him.Dayo leaned into her as she pushed against him, grinding into him to the beat of the music. God he was turned on!Dayo met her a week ago at the night club and was very fortunate th
ENIOLA WINCED AS Fareedah worked a wooden comb through the thick strands of her hair until her scalp tingled.She was clamped between Fareedah's legs on the floor as she parted her hair from the forehead to the nape of her neck.Fareedah poured a tiny amount of coconut oil into her hands, rubbed them briskly together and massaged it over her hair.Lara waited till Onome left the room before she turned back to them. "Something is up with this babe oo," she stated.Eniola exhaled. "Abi she had a fight with Chidera? She was coming from her room that day, remember?""Onome went to the cinema with her yesterday, so I think they are cool." Fareedah explained, lifting a small section of hair and began braiding it tightly from the scalp."Maybe she has some personal issues she's dealing with," Lara shrugged."She doesn't even sit with me in class anymore." Eniola said, recalling the times she had tried to s
CLOSE TO MIDNIGHT, the club was crowded as usual. The club was a well-known spot among Lagos big boys and was packed with people from all over the base. Club Deluxe was located in one of the most exclusive areas in Victoria Island, overlooking the ocean.The crowd was hyped as usual, as they watched the strippers twirling around the poles. Men roared their approval and threw fresh one thousand Naira notes at them. Brandy, one of the strippers had the full attention of the crowd as she dropped her spaghetti strap top, big breasts bouncing. The crowd went crazy and men slipped more fresh notes into the string of her red thong.Some girls carried champagne bottles nestled deep into buckets of ice with gold sparklers, shooting out as high as twelve inches. Each of the bottles of champagne cost around seventy thousand or more."So, wetin happen?" Omah asked, leaning over on his seat. Dayo glared at Abbey who was laughing and smacked the back of his head.
THE UBER CAR pulled to a stop in front of Palmers hostel. Eniola showed him the receipt of the money she had transferred into the driver's account on her phone."Do you think I can get your number?" he asked, licking his lips. The last thing she needed was the Uber driver hitting on her. Not when she could still feel the imprint of Dayo's lips on hers."No," she said politely, pushing the door open. The car sped off leaving a mousy cloud of dust behind.Palmers hostel was bustling with activities like every other night. Guys sat on the hood of cars with girls in their arms, enjoying the cold air of the night. The palm trees gently swayed to the tune of the light breeze, mimicking the soothing melody of Beyoncé's Brown skin girl blaring through the stereo of a car.A man in his mid sixties was resting against a Hummer jeep, rearranging the folds of his white agbada. The man fiddled with the red coral beads around his wrists, waitin
DAYO SWORE UNDER his breath as Abbey walked into the room. "Dayo, wetin do you? You look fucked up," Abbey teased him.He glared at him. "Gerrout joor. You have the worst timing." Dayo strolled past him and returned to the living room.Eniola was clutching her red shoulder bag tightly across her chest. He noticed that she had tried to wipe her lips in a furious manner but anyone could tell that she had just been kissed. His eyes lingered on her cleavage - he was so damn close!Abbey's mouth quirked up as he took in her appearance. "Eni, what's up?" he smirked at her.Eniola forced a smile. "I'm fine, Abbey. Umm...I was just leaving," she said, biting on her lower lip.Dayo grabbed his shirt from the white leather bean bag beside the snooker table and pulled it on over his head."I'll drop you off at your hostel. It's getting dark outside," he said, picking up his keys from the raffia basket at the center of table.Eniola s
ENIOLA FOUND HERSELF lost in the sweetness of his body pressed to hers. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the moment."Mmm," she moaned quietly as his tongue pushed into her mouth. Even though she knew how crazy it was to let this happen, she couldn't help but kiss him back.Besides what was one harmless little kiss?"Fuck," he groaned into her mouth, his hands traveling slowly down her body. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her.Eniola held her breath as his fingers were just inches from the swell of her breasts. She had to stop him before they went too far...She forced herself to break off the kiss and pushed him back. "Dayo, we should stop," she said breathlessly.Dayo pinned her against the chair with his weight, preventing her from escaping. "Do you really want me to stop, doll face?" he asked, trailing light feathered kisses down the curve of her neck.Eniola sighed and flung he
DAYO SMILED WHEN he caught her staring at him and ushered her into the living room. The first phase of his plan had worked without a hitch."Hi," she stammered, taking a seat on the sofa.Dayo grinned at her. "I didn't know you'd be this early. It's only four thirty, doll face.""Umm...Luckily, there was no traffic on the way." Eniola said, her eyes wandering everywhere but him."I'll be right back." Dayo strolled into the kitchen, returning with a carton of Chivita Iced tea and two glass cups.Eniola grabbed a full cup and gulped it down. "Thank you," she smiled nervously. Her eyes kept straying to his chest but he didn't mind, in fact he liked that she was getting all hot and bothered."Wow, you must be really thirsty." Dayo chuckled, pouring her another glass.She looked embarrassed. "Yeah, it's hot outside.""Yeah, it's kinda hot in here too," he said, crossing his arms over his muscled c
ENIOLA GAVE A sturdy knock on the dark wooden door of her father's office. Taking the muffled sound as permission to enter the office, she pushed the door open, and was greeted with the smell of old books.The office was dark and cold. The ray of sunshine being the only light in the room. Books were neatly arranged in alphabetical order on the shelves. Bulky files were placed atop each other on a side table. Timetables, schedules and rosters were pinned on a board that was hung on the peeling white wall.Prof. Ajayi Craig was sitting on a chair behind his large mahogany desk. He was talking to someone on the phone, and he seemed annoyed. That explains the muffled sound she heard behind the door, Eniola thought. She stood there awkwardly while contemplating if she should take her seat or not.She decided to stick with the latter.Eniola waited till he finished the call before sitting down on the leather chair opposite him. She knew she had done