**SUPER STORY... Uche came into the room after Blessing had left. He met me lying on the bare floor like a lynched criminal. He walked past me, lowered the volume of the television set, sat down on one of the two plastic stools he came in with and watched me with his arms folded across his chest. . ”Guy na wetin na? Why you dey look me like say I thief your boxers?” I managed to ask him when it was obvious whatever he had wanted to say was not forthcoming. ”Hmmm, nawao,” Uche said while shaking his head. ”Where did you pick that ekpo from?” he continued. I could see some expression of bewilderment on his face. ‘Ekpo’ is an Igbo word which literally translates to masquerade. I had always informed him whenever I made a new catch and he also did same when he had interest in someone even though he may not get to execute the project to completion. ”Nwanne, na dat babe we bin meet for Iykeman shop,” I managed to respond while dragging myself up from the floor to the bed. ”Which girl be dat?” he said rhetorically as he dug deep into his memory. ”Wait o! No tell me say na dat babe wey we see her back dat day,” he shouted while I simply nodded weakly. His laughter was all over the place. He laughed so hard that he choked from his own amusement. I need not to be told the reason behind the laughter. With my last strength I narrated to him all that I had passed through in the hands of Blessing. He had a field day laughing while I sometimes dramatized the events of my encounter. I pleaded with him not to disclose this to any of our friends especially Zubi and Piwo. I told Uche that would be the last time I would invite her or so I thought. It would automatically mean a social suicide if those two learnt of it. They would stop at nothing with their taunts until I gave up and drank rat poison. Piwo is even the more deadly among the two. His theatrical prowess especially when it comes to decribing a funny or embarrassing situation is classic. He sure would make everyone listening cry rivers of laughter provoked tears while the victim will be left in a pathetic condition. Piwo’s scorn is a death sentence and that was why I took enough time and humbleness pleading with Uche to keep sealed of this experience. He did kept the secret but not for too long. . My relationship with the girls continued. Nasa was my booty- call number one; she would always rush down to Agbani whenever any of us felt a sekxual need for the other. She never demanded anything else from me aside sekx. She played the game every sekxually active guy would love to be part of – enjoying sekxual pleasure with no commitment. . Blessing aka ‘ekpo’ was also there. She had visited more than six times since our first encounter a few weeks ago; blame it on ‘konji’. I made sure she always came whenever Uche travelled out of Agbani. I was so Hot a certain night that I needed someone, in fact anyone female and matured, to offload my load. I had scrolled down my phone contact list, found her number and gave her a call. She came and we did our thing. She had managed to sleep over twice already but always left at first light. I always hid my head inside the pillow when it was time for us to sleep just to avoid the unwanted from happening since she had refused my advice to deforest and lumber the mangrove forest in her armpit. She whined how she disliked shaving her armpit hair saying it made her feel ‘somehow’. *wetin concern agbero with overload? My own na to chop, clean mouth and wait for the next time go dey hungry* Meanwhile, I made sure she only visited in the night when noone could see her face clearly. There was never a time she came during the day throughout the course of our fuc’kery. She was the booty-call number two. . On the other hand, Commy was beginning to make her way into my heart. She dominated a large percentage of my ear-time. I spent hours on the phone with her everyday especially during the MTN free call periods spanning 12:30am through 4:30am. I had officially made her my girlfriend number two. Her joy new no bounds as she prided with me to her friends. *E no easy to get guy wey dey school na, hahahaha* Unknown to her, it was part of my plans to re-orientate her. Commy had complained that her ‘friend’ was becoming more jealous and bitter each passing day because she hardly gave her the ‘attention’ she wanted. I was doing a good job reprogramming Commy’s corrupted orientation. She should be alright in a few months and then I will gradually withdraw to allow a geniune guy entrance into her heart. She was making significant progress in the psychological part and romance part of the project but unknown to me she was getting deeper and more deeper into me. She had gone too emotional with me to the extent of idolizing me as her ‘Hero’. A little dispute between us always ends in tears and hunger strike. She had totally surrendered her being to me and that was making me uncomfortable. It was more than what I had bargained. I believed time will settle everything. . Occupying the ‘Queen of my Heart’ throne was Ifeoma. Oh my lovely one. She had so captured my heart that I began daydreaming of our marriage. Even though I seldom called her she never complained. She always believed my not calling was because I had little money. She never made demands nor compared our relationship to any of her friends’. During her first visit in the year 2010, she had bought a few things for me among which was a door rug mat. Little gesture it was but it meant so much to me. Uche and I had been living without a door mat. We used our condemned clothes as rags and door mat. Her observation and decision to buy a better and more worthy item to be used in place of those dirty rags meant many things. First, she is attentive to details – a special trait that makes a good home manager. Secondly, it showed she is willing to take up family burdens without waiting or wanting the ‘man of the house’ to be the one to always solve problems – trait of a virtuous wife. Finally, it marketed her as being caring – trait of a good mother. What more does a man need? Hmmm, she even lied for me before her friends. She would tell them I was the one that paid for her new hair, bought her new clothes or a new text for her waec. She made our relationship the envy of all. The truth was the uncle she was living with did all those things for her. He showered her with care; gave her access to much cash. Her best friend Anita had began hearing rumours about us but never did confronted her or me. We never knew she was hatching evil plans.
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