EVEN YOUR BOO GET A BOO
EPISODE 3
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“Where are you exactly?” I asked.
“You, where are you”. Clara asked back over
the phone.
“Come upstairs”. I told her. “I’m at the
gallery, close to the viewing rooms”
She said okay and hung.
Shey you know that nervousness that comes
when you are about to see a “social media
friend” you like for the first time? That’s was
how I felt (macho man aside)
Dude. Chill, my mind voice told me, it’s just
a girl. Stop acting like a chicken.
I inhaled and exhaled and waited.
But mehn, all those taking in of air didn’t
help me when I spotted her. I first saw
before she saw me, just as she was about to
get on the escalator.
Then she saw me too and knack me one
very sharp smile from far like this eh.
D--n, this girl is fine.
Her hair was braided. All those heavy looking
braids. Then she come tie the thing as a
bun ontop of her head. She also wore an
unbuttoned demin over a white inner Polo.
Choi. This girl is fine. I thought
The trouser she had on was a jean and tight
fitting and it gave the promise of a fine
behind from the front.
Guy, comport yourself.
The escalator brought her level with the
gallery floor and she stepped over and
“glided” towards me, still smiling.
I smiled when she reached me. She looked
me over.
“You look uglier in real life than you do in
your pictures” she said.
I raised an eyebrow. “Big head”. I said. “You
so wish I was ugly. Keep dreaming.”
She laughed. “You don’t want to hug me?”
I looked at her chest then told myself to
comot eye and try to focus
“I will hug you after the movies”. I told her,
smiling like cow.
“Oya na. You just lost your chance to ever
get a hug from me in your whole life”. She
said, smiling back.
“Come” I told her. “We would be late for the
movie”.
We walked into the pitch dark viewing room.
It was a 3D movie and the place was almost
empty.
I picked a corner and we settled in. The
movie wasn’t yet showing so we started
talking. Then the movie started and we
watched, whispering from time to time at
something on the screen.
The girl was just freaking fun to be with
jare. She go joke, I go laugh then I will throw
my own jokes kwa and she would laugh. Our
conversations just flowed and it was d--n
easy talking to her.
Halfway through the movie she leaned
towards me and whispered.
“Have you ever had s*x in a cinema before?”
I peered at her face in the dark.
“Nope” I replied like goat wey chop biscuit.
“Would you want to try it”.
What da…, I thought. Alright. Hol up Hol up.
This is starting to look like American film.
Wetin she dey talk.
“Like, s*x. Right here?”. I asked (Nna, just to
be sure say I heard her. Sounds can be a
funny thing at times).
“Yup”. She said.
“What if someone sees us”
“Chicken” she said, then stood up and in one
swift movement s-------d me. D--n, I
thought, now that’s one hell of an
experienced maneuver the way she had
s-------d me.
She bent over and kissed me. I just take the
kiss without kissing her back, wondering how
to act. Like mehn, the light from the screen
fit go overshine come showcase the two of
us join.
She kissed me again. I didn’t respond.
Slowly, she reached for the front of my
trousers and gave my crotch one very
vicious squeeze.
I grunted in pain.
“Bia, what was that for?”. I whispered
heatedly
“You are not kissing me back”. She
whispered…
Dammit, I thought, and slowly grabbed her
neck and pulled her face towards me…
To Be Continued…
EPISODE 3
.
.
.
“Where are you exactly?” I asked.
“You, where are you”. Clara asked back over
the phone.
“Come upstairs”. I told her. “I’m at the
gallery, close to the viewing rooms”
She said okay and hung.
Shey you know that nervousness that comes
when you are about to see a “social media
friend” you like for the first time? That’s was
how I felt (macho man aside)
Dude. Chill, my mind voice told me, it’s just
a girl. Stop acting like a chicken.
I inhaled and exhaled and waited.
But mehn, all those taking in of air didn’t
help me when I spotted her. I first saw
before she saw me, just as she was about to
get on the escalator.
Then she saw me too and knack me one
very sharp smile from far like this eh.
D--n, this girl is fine.
Her hair was braided. All those heavy looking
braids. Then she come tie the thing as a
bun ontop of her head. She also wore an
unbuttoned demin over a white inner Polo.
Choi. This girl is fine. I thought
The trouser she had on was a jean and tight
fitting and it gave the promise of a fine
behind from the front.
Guy, comport yourself.
The escalator brought her level with the
gallery floor and she stepped over and
“glided” towards me, still smiling.
I smiled when she reached me. She looked
me over.
“You look uglier in real life than you do in
your pictures” she said.
I raised an eyebrow. “Big head”. I said. “You
so wish I was ugly. Keep dreaming.”
She laughed. “You don’t want to hug me?”
I looked at her chest then told myself to
comot eye and try to focus
“I will hug you after the movies”. I told her,
smiling like cow.
“Oya na. You just lost your chance to ever
get a hug from me in your whole life”. She
said, smiling back.
“Come” I told her. “We would be late for the
movie”.
We walked into the pitch dark viewing room.
It was a 3D movie and the place was almost
empty.
I picked a corner and we settled in. The
movie wasn’t yet showing so we started
talking. Then the movie started and we
watched, whispering from time to time at
something on the screen.
The girl was just freaking fun to be with
jare. She go joke, I go laugh then I will throw
my own jokes kwa and she would laugh. Our
conversations just flowed and it was d--n
easy talking to her.
Halfway through the movie she leaned
towards me and whispered.
“Have you ever had s*x in a cinema before?”
I peered at her face in the dark.
“Nope” I replied like goat wey chop biscuit.
“Would you want to try it”.
What da…, I thought. Alright. Hol up Hol up.
This is starting to look like American film.
Wetin she dey talk.
“Like, s*x. Right here?”. I asked (Nna, just to
be sure say I heard her. Sounds can be a
funny thing at times).
“Yup”. She said.
“What if someone sees us”
“Chicken” she said, then stood up and in one
swift movement s-------d me. D--n, I
thought, now that’s one hell of an
experienced maneuver the way she had
s-------d me.
She bent over and kissed me. I just take the
kiss without kissing her back, wondering how
to act. Like mehn, the light from the screen
fit go overshine come showcase the two of
us join.
She kissed me again. I didn’t respond.
Slowly, she reached for the front of my
trousers and gave my crotch one very
vicious squeeze.
I grunted in pain.
“Bia, what was that for?”. I whispered
heatedly
“You are not kissing me back”. She
whispered…
Dammit, I thought, and slowly grabbed her
neck and pulled her face towards me…
To Be Continued…
EVEN YOUR BOO GET A BOO
EPISODE 4
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.
.
..grabbing the back of her neck, I pulled her
face closer to mine. Then leaned in closely
and kissed her on the lips.
Now, this was totally against all my rules.
For one, I don’t kiss girls on the first date.
Really, I think it gives a bad first impression.
Like the conji over-hold you or something.
But here I was kissing this girl and on my
way to having s*x with her in a public place.
…now, that wasn’t my thing. but I wasn’t
thinking. It is not every day this kain fine girl
dey make pass on person abeg.
Slowly, I nibbled on her lower lip. Then bit it
gently and used my hand to move the hair
covering the left side of her neck. Moving in
slowly I kissed a spot on her neck and she
moaned.
Oh, I thought, she is one of the neck-ish
girls. Girls that like their necks to be kissed.
Oya na. I dropped another kiss and she
threw back her head and grabbed the back
of head with one hand and started reaching
out for my Zippers with the other one.
By now lil Jack the ripper behind the trouser
was starting to want to tear comot for
trousers. That was when my idiat mind
decided to knock.
“Guy”. My mind voice called out. “You well
at all?”
Shhh, I mentally silenced the voice; I’m
busy.
My mind voice sighed. Fool, where is thy
condom.
Leave it like that, I told the voice, I go like
give this girl belle. Our children go fine.
Dude, the voice said again, STD.
Pfftt, I thought, sharap…
But even when I was sharapping the voice
my head was rebooting. Clara reached into
my trouser and clutched Jack the ripper.
I sighed. Reached for her hand and pulled it
away. Then, gently, I heaved her off me.
How I go take explain wetin I just do now.
“What is it”. And from the sound of her voice
she was surprised like mad. She obviously
doesn’t get this type of behavior from guys
alot.
“I can’t” I told her. “Not yet”
She no reply. She just eased back into her
seat really slowly and bone me like this eh.
We watched the movie to the end and
although we were acting polite and stuff,
that fire we been get just die die anyhow.
The movie ended and we entered awkward
question time: how was the movie, did you
like it. That sort of question. As if we even
watched the d--n thing.
Outside, I got her in a taxi and paid the
driver. She mumbled something that sounded
like goodbye and got in. The taxi drove off
and like that like that. We no talk again for
like two weeks. Even on BBM, we just went
really d--n cold on each other mehn.
Then one day she put on this dp of a guy
who, let me say the truth and shame the
devil, was finer than me like mad man. That
was how jealousy knacked me. And no, I
don’t get jealous easily. Really. But mehn,
this is a Juliet Ibrahim kinda girl we are
talking about here. And I had hurt her pride.
Vam, I started typing…
“Your boyfriend is fine tho”. Piam, I sent.
That was how she left my message un-
opened from 4.20 pm till like 8pm.
When she finally opened it she sent.
“I know”
I shake head. Roadblock mehn.
“How i’ve you been”. I tried again.
“Cool”.
Double road block. I looked at the reply. Like
Nna, what again can somebody ask now
kwanu. She is just kancking all my moves
down.
“How are you”.
“Fine”.
“Alright”. I typed. “I’m trying to make a
conversation here and you are not helping”. I
sent
“I don’t really think I owe it to you to make a
conversation”. She replied. Okay, I thought,
that was a full sentence. We are getting
somewhere.
I typed another one or two things and she
typed another one or two things and we both
realized how much we’ve missed our chats
and started chatting like old times.
Somewhere down the line she told me about
this party she was attending. Then invited
me over. Me, i’m not a party person but
d--n, I’ve missed this babe. so I agreed.
But when I got to the party I realized I
should never have agreed to come.
To Be Continued…
EPISODE 4
.
.
.
..grabbing the back of her neck, I pulled her
face closer to mine. Then leaned in closely
and kissed her on the lips.
Now, this was totally against all my rules.
For one, I don’t kiss girls on the first date.
Really, I think it gives a bad first impression.
Like the conji over-hold you or something.
But here I was kissing this girl and on my
way to having s*x with her in a public place.
…now, that wasn’t my thing. but I wasn’t
thinking. It is not every day this kain fine girl
dey make pass on person abeg.
Slowly, I nibbled on her lower lip. Then bit it
gently and used my hand to move the hair
covering the left side of her neck. Moving in
slowly I kissed a spot on her neck and she
moaned.
Oh, I thought, she is one of the neck-ish
girls. Girls that like their necks to be kissed.
Oya na. I dropped another kiss and she
threw back her head and grabbed the back
of head with one hand and started reaching
out for my Zippers with the other one.
By now lil Jack the ripper behind the trouser
was starting to want to tear comot for
trousers. That was when my idiat mind
decided to knock.
“Guy”. My mind voice called out. “You well
at all?”
Shhh, I mentally silenced the voice; I’m
busy.
My mind voice sighed. Fool, where is thy
condom.
Leave it like that, I told the voice, I go like
give this girl belle. Our children go fine.
Dude, the voice said again, STD.
Pfftt, I thought, sharap…
But even when I was sharapping the voice
my head was rebooting. Clara reached into
my trouser and clutched Jack the ripper.
I sighed. Reached for her hand and pulled it
away. Then, gently, I heaved her off me.
How I go take explain wetin I just do now.
“What is it”. And from the sound of her voice
she was surprised like mad. She obviously
doesn’t get this type of behavior from guys
alot.
“I can’t” I told her. “Not yet”
She no reply. She just eased back into her
seat really slowly and bone me like this eh.
We watched the movie to the end and
although we were acting polite and stuff,
that fire we been get just die die anyhow.
The movie ended and we entered awkward
question time: how was the movie, did you
like it. That sort of question. As if we even
watched the d--n thing.
Outside, I got her in a taxi and paid the
driver. She mumbled something that sounded
like goodbye and got in. The taxi drove off
and like that like that. We no talk again for
like two weeks. Even on BBM, we just went
really d--n cold on each other mehn.
Then one day she put on this dp of a guy
who, let me say the truth and shame the
devil, was finer than me like mad man. That
was how jealousy knacked me. And no, I
don’t get jealous easily. Really. But mehn,
this is a Juliet Ibrahim kinda girl we are
talking about here. And I had hurt her pride.
Vam, I started typing…
“Your boyfriend is fine tho”. Piam, I sent.
That was how she left my message un-
opened from 4.20 pm till like 8pm.
When she finally opened it she sent.
“I know”
I shake head. Roadblock mehn.
“How i’ve you been”. I tried again.
“Cool”.
Double road block. I looked at the reply. Like
Nna, what again can somebody ask now
kwanu. She is just kancking all my moves
down.
“How are you”.
“Fine”.
“Alright”. I typed. “I’m trying to make a
conversation here and you are not helping”. I
sent
“I don’t really think I owe it to you to make a
conversation”. She replied. Okay, I thought,
that was a full sentence. We are getting
somewhere.
I typed another one or two things and she
typed another one or two things and we both
realized how much we’ve missed our chats
and started chatting like old times.
Somewhere down the line she told me about
this party she was attending. Then invited
me over. Me, i’m not a party person but
d--n, I’ve missed this babe. so I agreed.
But when I got to the party I realized I
should never have agreed to come.
To Be Continued…
