She Pulled Her Pants

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 6

So I stand for bridge dey wait for bus abi car, in fact

anything wey fit just come. If you dey Abuja and you

no get car, you go understand wetin I dey yan. Na so

you go wait for bus stop make you enter car, you go

see half of the population of Nigeria dey wait with

you. If car mistakenly stop eh, na blow, punch, bite

and push them dey carry enter the car. Na so the

thing just be me. Kai… It wasn’t funny and still isn’t

wallahi.

I stood there for a very long time, maybe because I

was reasoning who the guy who had picked the call

is. Now, you know that feeling of you nearly getting

something, something special, then you discover

that someone else has it and even has no value for

it. The feeling of emptiness. That was exactly how I

felt.

“Masaka _ Ado, N150. No change!!! If you give me

five hundred, I no go return your money.”

I heard a voice screaming. I was lost in thoughts. I

lifted my head and saw Abuja Molue (Yes, you read it

right. Abuja has molue. Green in colour. Very old

and rickety and those guy? Hold-up doesn’t hold

them as cars clear from their way. Who would want

to brush body with a rusting car? Even if na them

brush you, them go rake about their constitutional

right till the point wey you go just forgive them)

coming to a halt. As expected, masses rushed

towards the car. Me? Kai, I was in the forefront of

the struggle. I no wan hear say this car leave me. If I

don’t get in, I will spend N200 but if I succeed enter,

I go buy Plantain Chips for N50. I be economist.

I had picked a seat close to the window (my best seat

during any car ride) and had settled down. People

were still trooping in.

“Move a little please”

I heard a voice say to me. Lol, I was 2going so was

oblivious of my surrounding. I adjusted a little, the

owner of the voice sat down. The voice was feminine

o but I did not look up, not until half of the person’s

a’r’se rested on my lap, I had to adjust. D–n!! That

a’r’se was soft. I looked up and saw a girl trying to

bring out her phone from her bag. The side of her

face was beautiful and I could see she was

dimpledified (una understand na). I swallowed a

little bit and waited for her to lift her face up

completely. She did and whola, her lips were as thick

as mama iyabo’s kpomo. Her bosom were so huge it

was pressing against the seat in front of us.

The devil got me thinking. Yes, put the blame of

every misdeed on the devil. I wanted to feel those

bosom. The ar’s’e had created its own effect, now is

time for me to create mine. I saw she was adjusting,

(the journey was yet to begin) looking

uncomfortable. I was there to comfort her.

“You can seat by the window while I seat there.”

Yeah, only half of her ar’s’e was occupying the seat.

“Thank you.”

She stood up while I came out from the seat. She

entered and sat down comfortably leaving only a

little portion for me. Thank God men have small

nyashes and what they lack in nyash, they have in

preeks (some men which I am lucky to be part of).

“Everybody don siddon? Oya driver, make we dey go”

Me? Siddon? Mba!!! I was wedged in-between two fat

people, a sumptious lady by my left and an obese

man by my right. I was f’u’cked.

“are you comfortable?”

The kpomo lips sporting babe asked.

“Yes, very comfortable.”

I replied. You can see the contortion of my face

from a mile. You will know I am being choked.

“Sorry eh.”

She said and placed her hand on my laps. Hmmm…

Signal!! Signal!!

“No problem.”

I could not even 2go again. I just abandoned it,

plugged my ear-piece into my ears and started

listening to Eminem’s “I’m a Soldier”. I am a great

fan of Eminem from childhood but if I hear say I fit

rap follow some of im raps.

As the journey started, she leaned and placed her

head on her hand on the front seat. Her bosom

stared at me without protection. The fatman was

already nodding his head while my di’c’k was doing

residential evil (the awakening). I acted like I wanted

to scratch my chest, arched my elbow and brushed it

on her gigantic b’o’o’bs lightly.

There was no bleeping reaction!! Memories came

flooding back. (TRAVAILS OF A MALE SECRETARY)

As I looked at the brea’ast, left one in particular

staring at me, na so my heart pick up rhythm. I just

dey look the bosom as e dey shake anytime wey the

driver wan accelerate or decelerate. Na so I just dey

imagine how the bosom go feel like. My elbow just

rest lightly on the bosom. Light for inside bus dey

off and other passengers ma just dey look dia front.

I decided to make firm my elbow which I used in

tugging at her bosom a little bit to see the reaction.