The football match had ended 4:0 in favour of the Africans against the Arabs.
The hero of the game was no other one than the goalkeeper who had somehow pulled extra ordinary saves; even saved a penalty. The goalkeeper was a Camerounian named Solomon Ebot who until that very day had been associating with only the Nigerians. There was a puzzle to unravel for the real Camerounians but one thing was for sure; that the very goalkeeper who had saved a penalty was supposed to be a real Camerounian, not a Nigerian hiding in a Camerounian Identity.
The tussle was going on between the two Countries while I had chosen to celebrate the small fame with the ladies.
The boys can fight to death for all I care.
Agnes was busy telling her friends how she had discovered my talent and advised me to become the goalkeeper while Melinda who wasn’t so interested in football was busy telling people how she was going to convert me from a goalkeeper to a male model.
The previous night had produced a topic for rumour mongers.
According to the rumour, someone had seen me kissing Melinda at the back of the dinning hall in such a compromising position.
I was sure my German stalker, Mr John BH was responsible but I had always believed that there was nothing like a negative publicity, so I played along.
Agnes had probably heard the rumour too since she was avoiding me like a plague.
It seemed that John had equalized the goal I scored a few days ago.
Even Joan, the lady with a kid was acting weird as if I had told her that I loved her.
Before the game, We were all busy during the morning hours.
Every Monday was the pay day for all campers. We all lined up at the financial office to receive our weekly allowances.
Every one known to me was there except ‘Agnes Kaku’ and ‘Its Modella Melinda’.
The big headed snake was smiling all through like he had won a lottery. I had a feeling he had done something terrible but it was left for me to find out.
We were all paid 11 euros. That was the weekly allowance for every asylum seeker in Germany between 2001 and 2003. (for campers alone, as soon as you got posted out of camp, the pay rose to 199.40 euro a month)
After the pay collection, I headed straight to the ladies hostel. I wanted to find out why my two girls had not come to collect their allowances.
Agnes locked herself inside the room and refused to open the door for me. After a few knocks, I drifted down to Melinda’s room.
Melinda in the other hand, opened her own doors and welcomed me. She gave me a can of cola.. (coke is called cola in Germany).
After the drink, she held my neck and declared my relationship with Agnes over. According to her, she was the hottest in the camp and should be allowed to chose whoever she desired. We laughed at the small joke.
The previous night was extra ordinary. We did everything except fvck. The place, despite being dark was in an open place. We couldn’t risk being caught. So when our organs got too excited and hard, I had suggested that we do it in her room the next day being Monday. She agreed.
And there we were, right inside her room but the problem was that a football match was an hour away. I was supposed to play, but as a goalkeeper. That simply meant that I wouldn’t require much energy like the outfield players. So when she planted a kiss on my mouth, I had no objection.
The football was important according to rumour, there was going to be prizes but there was a prize already in my position; Melinda Mokibo.
She had just finished her bath when I came in, her towel was still tied around her bosoms down to her thighs. It was a short towel and it had exposed her smooth legs. I kept stealing some glances and I made her knew what I was doing.
She came to sit beside me on the bed when she finished applying some red paints all over her face. She had turned her back towards me and removed the towel. Her ar.se was so smooth that one could almost use it as a mirror.
*That girl must have been some kind of real model*
I had watched her slip into a short gown and asked me to zip her back. I wanted to protest and tell her that there was no need to wear cloths since I was going to remove them sooner or later but since I didn’t know what was going on in her mind, I played along.
After the zipping, she sat beside me on the only bed in the room and crossed her right hand around my neck. One thing was very clear to me, I didn’t see her wear any underwear and that gave me hope.
The kisses was smooth and nice but not like that of Agnes. Agnes had bigger lips.
I wasted no time and slipped my hand inside the lose gown. Her breastss welcomed me since there was no bra holding them. Her hand was playfully stroking the top of my JT. I pushed her down on the bed and as I bent down to bury my head between her legs, the lunch bell rang. *those Damn chefs, can’t they cook late for once*
I continued what I was doing and raised her gown to her belly level and spread her legs apart. The well shaven cunnt smiled back at me as I moved my mouth and grabbed the outer clits with my lips. She cried out as I dipped my tongue inside her vegeena and fvcked her with the tongue. She held my head tightly and encouraged my thrusting as I licked and sucked with my tongue.
She had just left the bathroom and the whole triangle was smelling sweet and fresh. She must have sprayed some menthol stuff on it.
We ignored the lunch and continued our adventure into the honeyland. Missing one meal was never going to kill us and she didn’t even seem like the type that ate at all.
She was already dripping out by the time I was through. I continued the adventure with my finger. I twisted my fingers inside of her for several minutes until she couldn’t take it any longer, then she begged me to come inside her with my JT. I stood up and removed my trousers in one swift movement. I had only one boxers in camp and it was currently hanging somewhere in Agnes’ wardrobe.
Being a good samaritan, I slowly climbed on top of her and entered inside her already wet cuunt. She moaned as I pumped slowly and gradually increased the tempo. It was a different kind of pleasure. We fvcked for several minutes before we climaxed at the same time. She held my ar.se with her legs and prevented me from pulling out when the creams were coming out, so she swallowed all the hot creams.
When we finished, she went into the bathroom and cleaned up.
We chatted for a few more minutes before the bell rang..
The football match was about to begin and no one had any idea where I was. John Bighead had suggested that they look for me in Agnes room but when they couldn’t locate me there, they selected another guy to keep for us. The starting whistle was about to blow when I showed up with Melinda to the utmost surprise of all black Nigerian eyes in the Camp.
Agnes was there too and was looking at me.
The new keeper was told to go out while I replaced him.
When the game was over and we had won, I became the toast of the rest of the black girls in Camp.
I had saved a penalty.
Melinda came to hug and greet me after the game while Agnes left with Joan and one other lady.
I prepared an excuse/a lie to tell Agnes. It started and ended with the fact that John Bighead was threatening to kill me if I didn’t stay away from Her. It was a good excuse.
Lets blame John not Me or Melinda. Someone has always been the better culprit, not you or me. Someone else.