Sex, Drugs And Being An Agbero

Episode 13

Having amnesia and realising you have a lot of
money is like
picking up dirty clothes and finding money in
the pockets..its like
a gift from yourself…but still a gift.

We arrived in Ibadan around 10:30…I was tired but trying to
figure out what my Atm pin was kept me
disturbed….We had 40k
to spend but that would finish soon. I doubted
if I could
remember my signature. My laptop was on my lap but the
password was a problem too…I tried
everything I could think
of…even ‘cocaine’…no avail..

We were on Mokola bridge when I started
thinking about Amarachi again…her face, thighs as she applied
brakes…the
way her bum shakes when we were clearing
webs from the
room…her words…then I figured it out…

She said I was crazy about cars, money and her body…
..I tried ‘amarachi’..password incorrect. ..I
went to clue…it said
‘your love’..
I typed ‘jaguar’..my windows screen
displayed… I said a silent prayer for Amarachi…

When we got down the bridge, deciding on
where to make our
abode became an issue…

Bayo wanted, Dugbe…the only place I could
remember was Challenge, and we had passed it..
I saw a Gtbank infront…the atm was
beaming green.
After slotting my card and it requested for
my pin…only one set
of numbers came to my head..I could be wrong..but I had a
feeling I was right..
2 0 0 8
The message welcoming me to proceed was
beautiful…I could
have hugged the machine there and then… As I made my balance inquiry. ..my heart
skipped…what if I
wasnt as rich as I potrayed..and i was just a
faker…

My balance was 101, 472, 000. Now let this sink
in…I was 26yrs old…
I called Bayo to come and have a look..when he
saw the
figure..he didnt really comprehend it..then I
told him I had more
than a hundred million. He danced with me. I knew what my password was and I knew
my email would hold
more secrets..I didnt knw if it was a yahoo or
gmail, but
Amarachi can tell me..

Me: Bayo, do we just run out of Nigeria…

Bayo: You know we cant..

Me: we have people looking for me…is it their
money in my
account?

Bayo: you go call Alhaji for morning ask am
wetin you steal actually. .

Me: so if its money I return it abi…what if its
not enough?

Bayo: we will cross that bridge when we get
there..

Me: Oh k… On our way to Dugbe, I thought of Cynthia..its
late..was she with
her boyfriend…was his lips on those Tips…was
he cupping her
as she slept?..Amarachi invaded the space…
what was it like to be inside her?….will I be inside her again?..
Bayo: one hotel dey that side…pointing across
Dugbe’s main
bus stop. ..adjacent to Cocoa House..

The Dome was beautiful in its majesty…it
made think about the fact that I was a multi millionaire. ..that I
might lose it all…I
thought of Alhahi and his ruthlessness…I
wondered if this phase
will end in peace but I doubted it..

I looked at Bayo as he approached the hotel…I knew though he
was trying to hide it..he was scared too.
Death was around us..I could feel…it..its that
feeling that makes
you unable to think about anything so far in
the future. But I will fight back. I will protect what I cant let go
of..thats my life and
Bayo’s..Alhaji and Taofeek and many unknown
others kept the
bile up..

We got a suite to ourselves..Bayo spent all morning going
through the clothes and shoes. Then we picked
randomly. The
only problem with our dressing now was our
boxers. I couldnt
wait to remove Mourinho from my balls, Bayo wouldnt let go of
his Chelsea crested briefs.

Bayo: lemme tell you, since I started wearing
chelsea boxers..I
no jamb person, person no jamb me…I no
break olokada leg..police no arrest me..it is my lucky charm…

if u dnt knw. .

Me: ok…atleast wear something else
sometimes…

Bayo: na by force?…u be homosexual?…just tell
me make I dey wear G-string na…olobe..

Me: oya no vex..

Bayo: we go need call Alhaji…

Me: we will do that later at night… for now I
got calls to
make…can u order for lunch?

Bayo: Amala and Ewedu with bokoto?

Me: pounded yam for me…with Egusi…goat
meat..

Boat: 33…u nko?

Me: Heineken

Bayo: Because you don turn olowo, na Heineken now
abi?…olodo
I stuck my tongue out. ..

Me: na both of us be olowo..

The sweet thing about sharing all I had with
Bayo was amplifed by the fact that he sold his bike so we would
survive..I knew if he
was in my shoes…he would do likewise…

I needed to make some calls..first I called
Amarachi. .

Me: whats up? Amarachi: oh…babe whats up?

Me: im good…pls whats my email add..?

Amarachi: [email protected]

Me: lol…Im mr bond..

Amarachi: yes, a flirt too..

Me: you like reminding me yh?…so whats up with you?

Amarach: im fine…

Me: Your bf?

Amarachi: stop acting childish…u really dnt
care…

Me: got me…

Amarachi: so where are you held up?

Me: the west…abi u wan come see me?

Amarachi: Biko stop…lol..

Me: no p…takea.

Amarachi: I will be travelling to Ghana soon…

Me: business or pleasure? Amarachi: lol…both..

I didnt like the thought of her lips on a guys
d!ck..

Me: enjoy dear

Amarachi: bye boo..

Me: bye.. I dialled another number..

Cynthia: hello mr X…

Me: my name is Nathan, I miss you. .

Cynthia:..lol..dnt talk like that…except its
platonic

Me: tell me you dnt think of me of our love making

Cynthia: I dnt…

Me: how is your bf?

Cynthia: he is great…have you gotten back you
memory?

Me: no..just a few details, I met the fair girl.. She paused for a while…

Me: hello..

Cynthia: I am here..

Me: you were quiet..

Cynthia: so how is she..she is taking care of
you I suppose?

Me: not like that. ..I am not with her

Cynthia: ok..I gotta go now..

Me: I will check on you later

Cynthia: pls dnt, my boyfriend is the Jealous
kind

Me: oh…no p…bye Cynthia: what I told you before about not
thinking about our love
making..

Me : yh?

Cynthia: I lied.
…she hung up… 10hrs later….

Bayo and I decided to know more about the
sexuality of Ibadan
girls, we would call Alhaji later, we had a mad
ride…we were
good looking…we had loads of cash….

First stop was university of Ibadan…load the
car with some girls
ready to party!..second stop..Dome…third, our
hotel
room…where we wanted to do bad things to
daddy’s little girls…