Chapter 2: The Next Day

I woke up inbetween a guy on singlets, whose snores must have been the reason why I woke up, and the girl who had brought me food earlier. Across the tent were some other people sleeping on a piece of rag like we did.
I took a look at the guy on singlets, his slightly exposed mouth was almost crashing into my nose. He had bushy brows and a thin moustache. He looked handsome. I tried to remember how I looked but I couldnt. Then it occured to me that seeing my face might bring back memories. I stood up and it was surprisingly easy, I tiptoed so as not to wake all the people scattered around me. My aim was to get to the danfo and look at the mirror. Unfortunately its side mirrors were broken.
I decided against looking at the windows because of the people sleeping inside. The only other option was for me to step outside the tent.

Thou majority of the car park’s populace were asleep. A few were awake. Sitting on car bonnets, smoking and listening to Fuji Music. As I walked down trying to ignore the glares! I saw the guy with the ugly tribal marks sitting by himself, I wanted to meet him and ask a couple of questions but decided against it. Instead I saw a Sienna car that had good mirrors and approached it.

I was shocked when I looked at my face. I didnt look like a yoruba boy. I noticed I was light skinned earlier but my face was moreso. I had light brown eyes, almost like an albinos. But I had black hair. So I wasnt an albino. I looked old enough to vote but too young to marry.
A group of igbo smokers were getting to were I was so I decided to go back to my tenth. When I passed by the tribal mark guy, he was asleep, but his phone was emmiting out religious yoruba music. The phone looked very big and loud, almost like a miniature Tv.

On getting to the tent, I realised that the singlet guy and the food lady were having a convo, he had shifted to my position and they didnt notice I was approaching. So I stopped and went through the other side of the danfo, beyond their eyes. I was hoping that by eaves dropping, I would hear some clues of who I was.

Food girl: what if somebody wakes up or just enters the tent, you know Alhaji has said no park boy should have sex here

Singlet boy: But I wanna have sex, Alhaji is in d hotel opposite us with two girls, because he can afford it. Baby you know this job requires renewal of the body every now and then

Food girl: so I am what?..a thing for renewal?

Singlet guy: No, you are my future wife na, as soon as I have a bus of my own. You know since that guy came, we have not been having regular sex o.

Hearing him refer to me, I got excited, expected her to say something that will trigger more info. I was disappointed.

Food girl: oya come , before you go and sleep with Bose again, saying its because of starvation.

As she said this, he smiled and watch her fold up her skirt to reveal white lace panties. I didnt expect that she would look that clean beneath. He hurriedly pulled down his sokoto to reveal a chelsea adorned boxers. As she pulled her panties, he was. alreading waiting to meet her.
I realised there was a swelling in my ugly looking trousers. Then she moaned as he penetrated her

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7 Responses

  1. horlabiyi

    Lol,bring it on. I see a nice story up there but damn short.

  2. koolpal

    Mix up… we want our runing alone no attachment…

  3. Haha okwa ugbo ozo k’anyi bara now…. Nice story anyway.

  4. Nice story. Keep it on.

  5. FBI/CIA

    Haaaaa! It’s too short now! Btw am fully subscribed

  6. iykmora

    Badt guys…

  7. Numero uuuno

    Nice story zuby,variety is the spice of life.

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