By Victor Kwame Sampong
I had quite a difficult week due to multiple mechanical issues, and I began to doubt that I would meet my usual targets.
I had run out of funds to service the home front and was hoping for some juicy call to salvage the situation. As a result, I refused to go play ball on Wednesday evening like I usually do; so that I fit see the call if and when it comes through.
In Chinua Achebe’s ‘Things Fall Apart’, the narrator reinforced an Igbo proverb: When a man says yes, his chi also says yes.
The above was exactly what happened the moment I received a call from Daniel that night at about 7pm to come pick him up at his usual hotel. I just smiled and dashed out immediately because I been don already bathe dey wait for one or two.
Daniel is one of my favourite clients. A young boy who has money to spare and pays well each time I’m called to his service. He feels safer in my car due to the unique protection that comes with riding with me, especially at night.
I was there in no time and signalled him to step out. He came out looking all nice and classy as always. He showed me the location on his phone and off we went. He said it was a house party. What a miss for me! I told him if he had informed me earlier, me sef for wear my ‘Christmas clothes’ and joined him. E no get wetin I even dey house dey do. Haba Mana!
If you’ve ever been to house parties, you’ll know why I was cursing my luck that night. Enough things and things dey go down. It would have been nice to use the avenue to unwind and forget some of my sorrows, albeit, momentarily. Well, Daniel said he didn’t know sey I be that kind man na. But next time, he would give me heads-up.
It wasn’t long before we got to the location. A nice duplex somewhere within GRA. Babes were already trooping in. We stayed in the car for about 10 minutes as he tried to reach out to his host. From our vantage point where we parked, and my light (which doesn’t go off unless the car is turned off) was beaming in the direction of the entrance, we were able to get a nice view of those coming for the event. I just said to myself, “Today no go easy for Ezekiel Oo”.
Bannies yakpa, no be play. They came prepared for whatever will go down that night. It was as if they were carefully selected like beans on a tray. 95% were hits, barely any miss. Shapes, sizes, ages too. And they were dressed in either skimpy outfits or transparent ones to match the occasion. Omoh, why do bad things happen to good people…I muttered to myself once again.
I counted not less than 8-10 who came through while we were there. It was as if everyone knew the arrival time and when the doors would be shut. Nobody wanted to be late. Premium fun must have been promised all consenting participants by the host I guessed. Daniel got down after his brief communication with his friends inside but told me I would have to return by midnight to get him back to his hotel.
I looked at my app and there was no surge. Not an ideal working condition for me. No need wasting the small fuel wey I get. Na to go back house and wait for another call or just chill until midnight. Luckily, I had some episodes of House Of Dragons, The Boys and Vikings Vahalla left to see, so no shaking.
By 10 pm, my phone rang again. I rushed to get it. Imagine my surprise when I saw Daniel’s name displayed on it. He said I should rush down to the place because he was ready to go. I looked at the phone to confirm the time and told him it wasn’t midnight na. Oga said I shouldn’t worry….make I begin come. “Oya na, nothing concern agbero with overload”. Na work I dey. So, I rushed out again.
I got there and called him to step out. He did, in no time and said we should head back to his hotel, but with quick stopovers at either Playhouse or Dynamix for some Shawarma and drinks.
Oya bros, wetin happen for this kind early departure, I quizzed.
Na so gist start Oo.
After using the first one hour or so to party and dance to some banging music, with a variety of drinks to go with, the atmosphere was now set for the games night to begin.
Some easier games first, where they answered questions and all that, with those who failed getting a shot of vodka. This continued until they switched gears to ‘Truth & Dare’.
He told me about some of the wild stuff that went down. Crazy. I should have been there to document these happenings myself. No be sey I go join Oo, just be an impartial observer. Lol.
Some kisses, others got BJ, some dey finger this one, one or two penetration for 5 minutes, hand jobs, fondling & sucking of boobs, undressing…brethren, it was wild. Imagination wan wunjure me at that point.
Anyways, one of the girls DARED him to be a HEADmaster for 5 minutes or go home. My guy said that was the cue for him to leave, so he chose the latter and that’s how I got his call.
I pushed further, on why he decided to leave instead of going forward with the task.
Danny Boy said he doesn’t even like Plus-sized gals, so to start with, she wasn’t physically appealing to him.
Secondly, he doesn’t know her from anywhere and even if he did, he doesn’t go down on anyone besides his main chic.
And finally, he needed to work by midnight as he had some pressing transactions to conclude. He didn’t want to get drunk and miss an important gig that night. So, he took the easy way out.
Fair points, as I nodded in agreement.
We got our Shawarmas, and stopped by a Supermarket beside Bougainvillea Hotel for some supplies. I used the opportunity to also get some personal supplies too. I carry for mind sey Daniel go pay sha. He did and we went out way. I dropped him off and we said our goodbyes, reflecting on the incident.
By the time I got home, the alert I received from him weigh me (if you DM, I’ll tell you), on top Shawarma, drinks, toothpaste, deodorant, bread, can of mentos, and every damn thing I took from the supermarket…. hehehehe.
This job dey sweet sometimes sha!
