Tales By The Brothel

Episode 31

I didn’t hear from the senator’s wife again until after one week when she called me and started pleading that we spend time again.

I told her that my job was hectic and time consuming but she dismissed it as an excuse and promised to pay me heavily for every second I spend with her.

I reminded her of the other incidence and the possibility of her husband trailing her moves but she dismissed my fears and described her husband as a very busy man too busy to be bothered by flimsy stuffs.

She also affirmed that her husband truly trusted her and didn’t doubt whatever she told him.

I shrugged my shoulders in resignation but not without first pointing out to her that we need to change hotel. There was no way we could go back to Filban hotel for any reason except we were dafts or imbeciles.

She instantly concurred with me and informed me that she knew of another hotel very much around the environ and whose location was more secretive.

We agreed to meet on the oncoming saturday of the week at the new hotel before she hung up.

I dropped the phone into my pocket and drew a deep breath throwing my head backwards against the driver’s seat of my military vehicle.

I wondered in which direction my life was going to and the entire picture looked very ominous before my eyes.

The “odeshi” amulet had worked perfectly so far and increased the terror I evoked in armed robbers to the extent that in times when we mistakenly ran into these men of the night, I alone was the only one among my colleagues that could face them without bullet proof.

The other soldiers in my unit respected me because of that. None of them knew the secret of my ability and none dared to ask.

I could face any armed robbery squad single handedly and fall each and everyone of them with my bullet-loaded AK47 without any assistance. Infact my story spread so wide around the environs to the extent that armed robbers feared me even in my absence. The ones I stumble on during patrol take to their heels instantly on sighting me knowing fully well what would befall them should they exchange fire with me.

Waziri on the other hand was doing wonders in his own unit of assignment and once my name was mentioned, Waziri’s own followed, and once waziri’s own was mentioned, mine followed in succession.

I had all the power I wanted in my life and women became the least of my problems.

Everywhere I looked, I saw pu$$y.

Both homemade and public, pu$$y was everywhere. Both single and married. Infact I had so much pu$$y around me that marriage became the least of my priorities.

But then even with all these, I couldn’t tell the direction my life was heading to.

I had plenty of money but my life lacked direction.

I couldn’t remember the last time I went to church not to talk of the last time I prayed to God.

“Anyway let me enjoy myself while it last,” I