By Victor Kwame Sampong
I know I’ve been missing in action for quite some time now, but it was mainly due to circumstances beyond my control.
The past few weeks have been very shaky for me as multiple mechanical issues on my car’s engine and gearbox led me to the brink of bankruptcy. Scratch that…I’ve already been declared bankrupt, based on my present statement of account. Chai!
Nonetheless, I managed to weather the storm and got back on the road last Friday, and my second ride was enough for me to continue my writing as it was already a hit back to back… gist-wise.
I was fresh from dropping my first client of the night at Hartford Hotels when another one came through from one of the clubs close by. I got paid and proceeded to pick her up, but instead, three pretty young ladies stepped in. Then the leader of the gang as I presumed, took the front seat and was saying her final words to her boyfriend.
Justina behind me was very pissed though. And it seemed like the boyfriend of the gang leader was trying to calm her down a bit, including the other girls, though she wouldn’t say what was pissing her off. I joined in, playfully to cheer her up, then encouraged her to connect her phone to my Bluetooth device so we could vibe to some of her favourite songs. She did and we started our journey.
The girls liked how all four of us were vibing, and began to talk about a wide range of things. I got to find out the gang leader’s birthday was this Sunday and the guy that saw them off was one of her side pieces because the main guy would be taking her out on Sunday. She asked me for a choice of locations and I gave her about three suggestions. The side piece had already paid for and ordered for her birthday wear but unfortunately, he won’t be the one to take them off afterwards. This life no balance sha.
Along the road, the gang leader begged me to stop so she could get Sharwarma. I told her my terms and conditions for waiting for clients and the extra fees attached, and she agreed to pay. I cleared well for her to alight; a few seconds later, the girl in the right passenger seat who claimed to be the gang leader’s bestie, also left the car to join her, thereby paving the way for what’s to come between me and Justina.
So, I started off lightly and worked my way through and eventually, I got her to bare her mind. So, here’s the gist:
The gang leader’s side piece also had a strong interest in Justina. So, whenever she accompanies the gang leader to see him, she secretly gets ‘thanks for coming’ from him as well, without the gang leader knowing. They also chat behind her back too.
But the side piece nigga was yet to ‘hit it’ because that’s what all these good gestures are geared towards. Justina is aware and only bidding her time. She wants it done under the radar so it doesn’t affect her relationship with her friend. But the side piece was getting impatient.
So, today, he sent for the girls, and during their hangout, he messaged her that they should sneak out and have a quickie in one of the rooms in the club, a request which she didn’t find funny. He had already sent her Twenty Thousand Naira (codely) to show his strong intentions, but she told him no and insisted on a later date. All these conversations dey happen for WhatsApp o.
She left to go change her pads in the restroom because she was seeing her monthly visitor. The guy also excused himself and used corner-corner enter there too, to come claim his prize. He grabbed her there and tried to forcefully have his way with her, despite the ‘red paints’. Oga insisted and overpowered her, bent her over and did his thing regardless. At this point, my mind raced to my car seat. Make I no touch am abeg.
That’s how she returned to her seat, after trying her best to clean herself up, booked a ride and feigned illness and anger to force her friends to leave with her.
I asked her if she was going to inform the gang leader, and she said she won’t. It would be as if she wants to take away her generous side piece. When they alighted at their destination, it was easy to see why the side piece nigga was all over Justina. She’s twice the girl the other two ladies are in terms of beauty and curves.
All three are second-year students at that (in)famous university that’s close to a certain Naval Base in Port Harcourt.
I’m sure there will be a more shocking tale from next week.