My Escapades In The North

Episode 4

Me: What, you don’t like them?

She: I didn’t say so o… But you don’t have their accent na… If you didn’t say you were from there, no one would know…

Me: Yeah, perhaps because I didn’t grow up there and my mum’s from Delta state, so I’m kinda multilingual…

She: You speak both languages?

Me: Yes…

She: Wow, that’s cool… But calabar blood still flows in you na…

Me: Before nko…

She: Calabar boyz bad sha…

Me: Bad as how na…

She: Stop pretending jor, you know what I mean…

Me: I don’t know na, tell me…

She: Don’t worry…

The conversation continued and then we exchanged lots of information and we talked like we’ve known each other for long. She told me she had a boyfriend who works in Kano.

One topic led to other and we started talking about relationship and s-x. I told her about how I heard Benue men usually offer their wives as a form of hospitality when their friends visited. She laughed and said it was a myth.

Anthonia was a very free spirited person, not shy at all to talk about any topic, and I liked that about girls. We talked further and she told me more boldly that in a relationship, s-x was an important aspect and that some men are so bothered about themselves and don’t even know what a female wants and how to handle them… 😮 Ukandu 😮

Me: Ah an… Your boyfriend no dey handle you well ni?

She: It’s not that… I’m speaking on a general note…

Me: Oh… Ok o…

By then seeing such a beautiful girl and hearing her talk about s-x has already started sending some brain wave signals to mamba.

She asked if I had a girlfriend, and I told her she wasn’t in Katsina. I was operating my laptop and she saw a movie she said she had always wanted to watch and she begged me to play it. We both sat on the bed watching it and she was giggling and laughing at some funny scenes.

After some time, she rested her head on my shoulder. I placed my hands across her so that she could be comfortable and we continued watching the movie. Before I knew what was happening, my hand developed a mind of it’s own. My hand started teasing her shoulder playfully. I was expecting some resistance. No resistance.

My hand got bolder and went down towards the side of her boobs, teasing her slowly. I noticed she began to have goose pimples on her skin. She sat up and looked at me. ‘What are you doing??’, she asked in a shaky voice.

Me:Shiiit!! She don catch me!! Uhmm, nothing, just flexing my fingers…

She: I have a boyfriend…

Me:Wetin u kon dey find for my house by dis time??? Yeah you said so, I’m sorry… You know what, let’s just continue the movie…

We continued watching the movie and after a while she rested her head on my shoulder again. this babe dey find mamba trouble o My hand took over and activated ‘teasing mode’. My hands got bolder and began teasing around her big boobs. The goose pimples were now obvious even in the dim light. I was expecting some resistance; and I got it. She was saying, ‘dioxidane storrrrrp. Pleeeeassse sttorrrp’. In my brain it was translated as ‘pleeassseee don’t ssttooorrrrp. Contiiiinuuueeee’. And since that was what my brain told me to do, I continued. Since I obviously didn’t get any more resistance, I started smooching her boobs gently through her top. still no resistance??? 8)Straffing mode activated 8)

I was teaching Salim at the back of the house one evening when we heard the driver drive in.

Salim: It’s like my sister is back…

Me: Really? I didn’t know she was coming back today…

Salim: She called this morning that she was going to come back today…

Me: Hmm… Ok, let’s continue… Na wa o, so my amariya didn’t tell me she was coming back

While at Kaduna, Zainab called often and we usually spoke at length on various issues. She was really an intelligent girl. But I wondered why she didn’t tell me she was coming back that day.

After the lessons that day I was trying to hang around if I would see Zainab. For where? I no see the babe o. I was tired of waiting so I left.

I got home and was preparing dinner (yeah I cook) when I got a call from Zainab.

Me: Hello… angrily

Zainab: Good evening…

Me: How are you?

Zainab: I’m fine… You?

Me: I’m ok… Where are you?

Zainab: I’m home…

Me: Home where?

Zainab: KT…

Me: So you came back and you didn’t want to see me, right?

Zainab: I’m sorry, I was with my mum and I didn’t want her to see me with you…

Me: Why???

Zainab: Please just come online and I would explain everything to you.

Me: Ok…

She came online and we continued our discussion. She told me she liked me but (but wetin na???) she was already betrothed and according to their culture, she couldn’t be seen publicly talking to another man. Huh!! Seriouslyy???

Me: But your house is not public na…

Zainab: If my mum see us talking she would start thinking something is going on between us…

Me: And nothing is going on?

Zainab: Is there?

Me: Zee, I really care a lot about you. I’ve never felt this way for anyone before. Hearing your voice alone soothes and refreshes me bla bla bla… I want you to be mine and mine only and bla bla bla…

Zainab: But I told you I’m already betrothed…

Me: Do you love him?

Zainab: I don’t, but…

Me: Baby no buts… Don’t you love me?

Zainab: I love you. If I don’t, I wouldn’t be talking with you…

Me: So don’t worry, things would work itself out…

Zainab: So you want me to tell my mum?

Me: :oHuh:o No o… I mean, baby I guess since the situation right now warrants it, we have to be discrete with our relationship for now…

Zainab: Aii dear… I love you…

Me: Same here dear… So when would I see you?

Zainab: I would be in school tomorrow…

Me: I mean when would I see you like see you…

Zainab: LolzzZ… Don’t worry dear, you would see me…

So we gisted other things but all that was in my head was how to get my first score with an Hausa girl…

Every thursday of the week was usually a free day for me. I wasn’t expected to go to work but to go for the Community Development Projects/Meetings which usually ended by 11 or 12pm. I decided not to go for lessons on thursdays, so after CDS on thursdays, I usually had the day to myself. It was one of those thursdays that Zainab told me she was going to come to my house. Finally!8)

Zainab called and told me that she was at the front of my gate. When I opened the gate, she quickly walked in. I was shocked! ** ߘlood of god ߘ*. She was putting on an indian flowing gown and a scarf covering her head. She was looking so majestic. When she saw that no one was in the compound, she turned around and gave me a long hug.