Chapter 1: Who is Zuby?
The world has become evil. Every Nation fights against one another. Super Nations manufacture weapons to destroy others; they no longer help the poor nations. Money meant to feed the people is being used to manufacture dangerous weapons capable of wiping away human race. Under development, hunger, hopelessness and disease has hit mother Africa and as a result, her children scattered all over the World. It is for that reason that Zuby set out for Europe to look for greener pastures but what he saw will keep you glued to this adventure to the end.
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My name is Samson, Popularly known as Zuby.
I was born in 1980 in the Eastern Nigerian City of Enugu to a Christian Parents and Teachers. We lived in the neigbouring town called Ihe and despite Enugu metropolis being 5 minutes away; it took me 12 years before I visited the Metro area for the first time. The visit marked my first travel out of my small village without a guardian. I marveled at the level of life people lived in the metro areas. That was the first time I noticed that water was for sale. My entire life, we fetched water from the local stream in the village. That was also the first time I saw electricity without generator. The visit to Enugu City was back in 1992, I was in Junior Secondary JS 2 Class.
After that wonderful visit to Enugu City, i realized that the world was such a big place. I remembered looking at the Nigerian map hanging on a wall in our house as soon as I returned from Enugu, other cities such as Lagos, Sokoto and Kano began to make more sense to me. I also had a look at the world map and discovered that the world must be a vast place. There and then, I decided that traveling would be my hobby.
From then, I started fantasizing over how wonderful it would be to visit Lagos, Kano and other cities I had seen and heard of. What about Going to Germany, France, England, Spain, Japan, Italy, United States and China? That would be heavenly I concluded.
I took my West African Examination Council (WAEC) and Joint Admission and Matriculation Board (JAMB) exams in 1996. The last WAEC paper was on June 18 1996. I zoomed of to Onitsha that same day. My Elder brother Albert was a fairly used vehicle spare parts dealer at the old spare parts market Onitsha.
When the JAMB result came out, it was time to go to the University but it didn’t happen. The major reason was to join my brother and make money faster. With money, my dream of globe-trotting would be realized. I believed I could go to the University when I had enough money of my own.
I started trading and making small money. By the year 1999, I met one Mr. Sunday, a friend of my brother who goes to Ibadan to buy imported used vehicle spare parts, and then sell them at Onitsha. I asked him how much it would cost me to join him and he said I could start with N100, 000 (about 500 USD). I sold up all my goods in the store and came up with N220, 000. The following week, I followed Sunday to Ibadan. That marked my first real travel outside the Igbo dominated Eastern Nigeria.
Chapter 2: Profit and Risk
I spent two days following Sunday around Ibadan. After the second day without buying anything, I decided to do something different. I had seen Lagos bound buses the previous day and since they were mini buses, I figured out that Lagos would not be far from Ibadan. I made up my mind to go to Lagos the following morning. I had spent two days carrying bundles of money around Ibadan without being able to buy anything.
Around 5am that faithful morning, I woke Sunday up and told him about my plans. He tried to discourage me but to no avail. I picked up one bundle of N20, 000 and headed to Lagos. I left the remaining money with Sunday in Ibadan. My reason was that it would be too risky to go to that dangerous city with a bag of money. I had heard about ‘one chance’ boys in Lagos and how they snatch people’s belongings.
On arriving in Lagos, I didn’t know where the Ibadan bus stopped me. I asked someone where Ladipo spare parts market was located, he directed me to cross the nearby railway tracks and enter a bike. I did what he said and that was how I found myself in Lagos.
I asked people where the Peugeot dealers stay since I knew a few of them that usually came down to Onitsha to supply us spare parts. There was no GSM in Nigeria then, there was no way to contact anybody except to ask questions. On getting to the Peugeot line, I saw Izu.
Izu lived in an apartment with someone in our building at Onitsha. He was surprised to see me in Lagos and asked what I came to do. I told him I couldn’t buy anything in Ibadan and decided to come to Lagos.
He was delighted because there were some goods for sale in one warehouse but there was no money. He asked how much money I had and I told him. We went to the warehouse to check on the goods. It was a heap of 505 wagon back Axels, about 18 pieces of them at N12, 000 each. Being a clever person, I quickly discovered that I could get them cheaper since I had cash. I eventually negotiated my way to a cut price of N10, 500 each. The goods were sold at N14000 in Onitsha then. I paid an advanced fee of N15, 000 and told the owner to wait while I go to the bank for the rest. When we got out, I told Izu that I left my money in Ibadan and that I was going to get it. He took me to a Station where I got a bus back to Ibadan. I decided to sleep over in Ibadan and go to Lagos again the following morning.
The following day, I paid up for the goods and loaded them in a bus down to Onitsha. The goods arrived at the Onitsha spare parts market the following morning and I made over N50, 000 profits from my first trip. My elder brother Albert who was furious over my decision to travel without his approval had to relax from then. He was impressed with how much money I made. I made a few more Lagos trips and got bored with it. The idea and opportunity to go to Cotonou had emerged. It was going to be about profit and risk.
Chapter 3: Life in the Border
Chike, (RIP. Died in South Africa in 2004) who lived near my building in Onitsha was my friend. He used to go to Cotonou and Porto Novo both in Republic of Benin to buy used spare parts as well. Each time he returned from Benin, the whole area would know. He would buy drinks for us, impress girls around the street and wear better cloths. Fortunately for me, I met him in Ladipo market Lagos one day where he came to look for money to complete the payment of two Peugeot vehicles he had bought in Cotonou. He proposed that I bring money and we share the profits after selling the car in Nigeria. The excitement of heading outside Nigeria for the first time was enough for me to agree to the deal. We traveled to Cotonou through Sango -Idiroko border in Ogun State.
I was very surprised at the beauty of the small city called Cotonou. It was cleaner and more organized compared to Lagos which was bigger and noisy and where everybody seemed to be in haste.
It was in Cotonou that I noticed electricity can be stable. That was also my first time of touching a foreign currency; the CFA. We had changed our naira to the CFA at the border.
Since the seaport/wharf was in the Ocean, I had that rare opportunity to touch the ocean waters. We ate some food that I forgot its name. We paid for the two 505 Peugeot vehicles and proceeded to the Custom office for clearance. After clearing the cars, we hired two drivers to take us and the cars to the border for crossing. And alas! I came to know about smuggling. As dangerous as it was, I was still excited. I have heard about smuggling but never thought I would be part of it someday. That night we followed some agents to meet some rogue custom officials. We paid some money and they told us the route to use that night. They told us to move around 12am.
Chike and I decided to have some fun at the border before the smuggle job. We found ourselves in a small hotel where Chike used to lodge. He insisted that we go there. I didn’t know that he knew some prostitutes there. That was my first time of going close to prostitutes. I used to think that prostitutes were chronic sinners who would go to hell. I grew up a Catholic and we saw that kind of things as sins.
Chike called two young girls to our table; he noticed that I was not comfortable and as a result, he negotiated for both of us. My mind was playing some Heaven versus hell puzzle while the negotiation lasted. Finally it was agreed that we pay 700 Naira each for the quickie, piece of cake!.
Chike took one of them upstairs while the remaining one sat there and stared at me as if I was a thief.
“It looks like you are shy boy,” she said.
I smiled and denied the obvious. She then took my hand and led me upstairs to her room.
Chapter 4: Fallen Faith
She led me to a room with a single bed, a single window and a bathroom. She asked me to have a seat while she went to the bathroom. I was nervous and it led me to my first mistake.
“Can I take a bath in your bathroom?” I asked.
She looked at me with a frowned face. “Do you think you come to live with me here?”
Then I decided that it would be better to just keep quiet and I did. She came out a minute later with a park of condom
My mind was racing up and down. I instantly recalled the last time I had sex, it was over one year ago and I couldn’t remember if I enjoyed it or not.
It was with my first girlfriend back in the village. She liked me a lot then because I was the most brilliant boy among all our age mates back in the village. She was a tall slim dark beautiful girl who loved to dress like boys. She had more jean trousers than all the boys in the village. Always smiling and willing to give me anything I asked as long as I didn’t leave her for other girls that were after me.
The sight of naked boobs jolted me out of my reverie. My instincts told me that it was time for action. I stood up and started removing my shirt. I started with the shirt because I thought that it was not appropriate to remove my trousers and dangle my manhood while removing my shirt.
After the shirt, I sat on the bed beside her trying to figure out the next thing to do.
“I love you,” I blurted out of nowhere.
She cast an indifferent look at me and asked me to repeat what I said.
“Do you know me?” she asked.
I had no answer to that question. She just looked at me and laughed. She must have noticed that I was nervous since she grabbed my belt and started unhooking it. She removed my trousers and started rubbing my already hard manhood. She opened a condom and inserted it perfectly on my Joystick. I stared like a Japanese robot while she worked on me for another minute. When she lay on the bed facing the ceiling, I didn’t need a prophet to tell me it was time for action.
‘You are going to burn in hell’ my religious mind said.
‘There is nothing like hell’ my atheist my mind countered.
Whether there was hell or not, it was not the time to think about it. The damage had already been done since I had seen a beautifully shaved cunt staring at me. The only thing that occupied my mind as I mounted her was that as a catholic, I can always go for confessions. Whoever invented confessions and added it to the catholic system must have known that humans couldn’t stay away from man made sins.
The war of right and wrong continued between my religious mind and the other half as I counted 700 naira from my pocket. I told her she was a sweet girl and that I will be there the following week.
Chike was waiting for me downstairs. We had a few more drinks and chats with the girls and left to prepare for our smuggle job.
Chapter 5: My Car My Girl
With the help of two hired drivers, we crossed the border into the Federal Republic of Nigeria. It took us about 30 minutes as we had to stop at custom checkpoints to show them the card we got from their rogue officer. We busted out at a small town called Owode somewhere along the Sango-Idioroko road. We had to stop there as we saw numerous other smuggled vehicles crossed from Benin Republic that night. Owode was like a rendezvous point for the smugglers.
“Since we paid clearance and custom duties, why did we have to go through the bush?” I asked Chike.
“The cars that uses the bush path are the cars that are ten years old or more,” he said as he educated me on the Federal Government laws on imported used vehicles, cloths, tires etc.
We waited at Owode as more cars came out of the bush like rabbits coming out of their underground holes. We relaxed the in the front car seats as time headed towards dawn. Around 5am, it was time to start moving again. Some of the cars had left already. We waited until a man I had never seen before, came and gave us some forged documents for our vehicles. The documents were for the two vehicles we purchased with their Engine and Chassis numbers written on them. The surprise package yet was that this new documents showed that we cleared our vehicles at the Apapa wharf Lagos Nigeria. Chike explained that we would need that since we were going down to Onitsha to sell the cars. We left Owode around half past 6am and moved towards Sango. We arrived in Lagos later and headed towards Lagos-Ibadan Expressway.
During our drive to Lagos, we encountered a few more police check points, army, navy, air force, boys brigade, boys scout, Man o war etc as each group received some more tips from us. At a stage, Chike had to go down and settled them upfront while giving them our vehicle number. Worthy of note here was the fact that the forged documents also came with a fake number plate. Some cops proved stubborn but we eventually made it to Ibadan expressway and the rest of the Journey to Onitsha was smooth except occasional tips here and there.
We arrived at Onitsha that same evening amidst cheers from our peers and some young ladies who lived in the same street with us. We ate some foods and took one of the cars out for merriment; after all we just bought two cars. Whether we will sell them or not was our business. After drinks and foods that evening, we took up some girls and headed to a chalet called Royal G in a reserved area called Fizel Estate in Awada Onitsha. We had more drinks and booked our rooms for action. Worthy to note here again was that the girl I picked up had been on my most wanted list for a long time. She has always snubbed me, claiming one thing or the other for a reason but things were different on that very day. I just bought my first car and I had not announced that it was for sale.
Our romance started as soon as we hit our room. This time, I initiated the romantic attack. It must have been the alcohol coupled with some confidence derived from buying a car. Her name was Azuka, the most beautiful girl in the street; at least to my own eyes. They sell liquor along the street and men frequent their shop just because of her. I was one of them.
I started by kissing her hands, I got no slap or scolding so I extended the kiss to her neck as she gave me a welcome onboard smile. Then I kissed her lips which was the original target all those while. She responded.
Money has a way of bending the rules since time immemorial.
We hugged and kissed and caressed. Later we lay on the single bed with white clean sheets and two pillows. She asked if I would marry her when she finished school.
“Yes, of course, I will marry you,” I blurted out unconvincingly.
How can any sane man refuse to marry her date at a dangerous time like that?
She smiled as she reminded me that men can promise anything just to get into a woman’s pant.
Thank god she knew that
I brushed my hand past her beautifully packed boobs. She did not beat or remove my hand. I touched them again, this time pressing them harder as she moaned inaudibly.
I remembered that we were given just an hour to round up otherwise we pay more money for the room. That didn’t bother me anyway, I just bought a car; what effect was a 400 naira per hour room going to have on my money.
I touched her pants and started removing them while my mouth played ludo with her two pointed boobs. My manhood was already hard as I fumbled to remove my trousers.
Condom! No condom, What!
How come Chike didn’t cover that part? I was torn between doing her with or without condom as my mind raced through the dangers of not using condom. I wasn’t scared of contracting any disease. I was more afraid of getting her pregnant.
‘If she gets pregnant, run to Lagos and don’t return until after nine months’ the war in my head started again..
‘Go out and look for condom’ one said
‘Don’t worry she won’t get pregnant’ another mind concluded
Eventually I did what almost every naive young man would do. I drove into Azuka without tires and hoped for the best to happen. It was a memorable evening.
After the show, she insisted that we drove them back to their shop; I guessed they wanted to show off their new boyfriends who just bought two cars.
As we packed in front of their shop, a woman came from behind and grabbed my shirt while shouting.
“Where did you go with my daughter? You will marry her today”
The whole alcohol in my system vanished like a disappearing Rainbow. Some small crowd started to gather while Azuka sobbed. I slapped off her hands on my shirt and bolted out of her reach.
Chike can own the two cars for now
I disappeared from the vicinity down to my building where my elder brother was eagerly waiting for me to give me advice on how to save money.
Chapter 6: Millionaire at 21
The Cotonou trips continued. Sometimes we sold our cars at Ladipo market in Lagos and head back to Cotonou. Sometimes we crossed through Seme borders while going to Cotonou but used the Idiroko border for crossing the vehicles.
I returned home one Christmas and was invited by the richest man in our community. He told me that he heard I deal on imported used cars from Cotonou and I nodded in affirmative. He told me that he wanted to start a car dealership center in Enugu and would want to work with me. He gave me the first assignment which was to buy two Mercedes 190 series from Cotonou and bring them down to Enugu. He paid over 90% of the total value before I set out for Cotonou. Chike was surprised when he saw me paying for two Benz cars. We had already divided our company two months earlier since we had enough money to buy four cars at once. My total capital had increased to over 800,000 naira and I was only 21. That was in 2001.
During that very trip to Cotonou, I bought two Peugeot and two Mercedes. I cleared them as usual and drove them down to east.
The total cost of the two Benz was about 290,000 naira each while I was given N370, 000 for them. I made approximately N150, 000 out of them. I added the profit from the Peugeot cars and I made my first million naira.
Millionaire at 21 years changed my attitude towards everything. I became the talk of town. Every girl in the street wanted to hang out with me. Azuka, the girl whose mother chased me out of their shop claimed to be the first lady of the young millionaire while Chinwe, the daughter of the richest man in our street kept making advances. Ironically they were friends.
How on earth was i supposed to deal with these two extremely beautiful babes? A plan came to my mind and it was a very cute plan.
May 27 2001: the famous children’s day was two days away. I and Chike had planned to visit the College of Education Nsugbe to be with Chike’s girlfriend. The plan was that the girl would hook the young millionaire with her friend in school.
On 25th May, I had gone to buy ingredients to make stew since I lived alone with my elder brother in his apartment. I ran into Chinwe the daughter of the richest man. She smiled at me and I smiled back. She asked where I would be going on 27th and I told her I would be going to Nsugbe with Chike. She said she would like to go with me. What!.
I suggested that we go to Enugu instead since I already had a date in Nsugbe. I told Chike the new developments. He suggested that we go to Nsugbe immediately and inform her girlfriend so that all of us go to Enugu.
Two days later, we headed to Enugu for what turned out to be one of the most memorable sex escapades in my Cotonou business career.
Chapter 7: The Enugu Encounter
The plan was that we return back to Onitsha that same day but things changed. I remembered May 27 2001 was a rainy Sunday. We had visited the Zoo, the Enugu Airport and some other interesting tourist places. We ate at the Emily restaurant where a plate of food went for over 400 naira then. It was expensive but I was a millionaire in the company of a millionaire’s daughter. She actually insisted on paying for all the food we ate, Chike objected but I didn’t care. Money was money irrespective of where it came from. Chike eventually paid the whole money since he wouldn’t let my date pay.
At about 4 pm while we were getting ready to go back to Onitsha, the heavens opened its gates and heavy rain enveloped the entire Enugu. It poured down heavily for hours to the extent that the city stood still. Movements were halted; buses couldn’t load in that condition. We were still at the Emily restaurant and we were forced to drink more beers.
I silently prayed for the rain not to stop since I had already known that we were not going anywhere in that condition. The rain eventually stopped at about half past 7pm and by that time, no sane driver would be loading for Onitsha and even if there was a bus going to Onitsha that night, a young millionaire wouldn’t risk his beautiful life just to get back to a city that will offer only rice and stew and a bed for that night. The alternative was better; staying back in Enugu was the best option. Thanks to the gods that my girl’s father had a Nokia cellular line. It wasn’t a GSM but it was a mobile gadget. I didn’t know how it worked but we went to a business center and called him that night. His only daughter informed him that she will sleep at her friends place and come back in the morning. She came out with a smile after making the call and I instantly knew that the night will be a memorable night.
We asked around and got a cheap hotel where we paid N1000 for a room. Chike and her girl took one room and I took one room with Chinwe who was smiling all through the evening and I wondered why.
I took my shower and came back to the room wearing my trousers and shirt. She looked at me and asked if I was going to sleep in those clothes. I said no and started removing them instantly. I was left with only my white singlet and my black boxers. She went into the bathroom to take her own bath.
“Zuby, Zuby,” I heard from the bathroom.
I listened carefully to make sure it was my own Zuby I headed to the bathroom. I knocked at the closed door and heard “Come in.”
I went in only to be confronted with two perfectly created and standing boobs. I could swear no man’s hands had ever touched them. I looked at her face, then the boobs, and then her face and her boobs again, deciding to rest my eyes on her boobs finally. I had seen enough of her face to last me a lifetime.
She smiled and asked me to come and rub her back with soap.
Rub her bare back with soap, a job I would do for free of charge any day.
I smiled and grabbed the soap from her hand, rubbed her back up and down while she poured water on her shoulders with a plastic cup. My manhood was already pressing against my boxers. She poured water all over my body with my singlet and boxers still on. That was a situation that could have instigated a fight if a male counterpart did that, but it was done by a beautiful tall slim girl. I had forgiven her even before she poured the water on me.
I stopped rubbing her back and removed my singlet. I left my boxers on as a defense bargaining chip if she asked why I removed the singlet. She turned and looked at me with a smile.
“You know I love you Zuby,” she said with a smile.
Things were getting even better. This was a girl I had always dreamt of, right here in front of me, stark naked with a smile on her face. Even if the world was going to end at that moment, nothing would have stopped me from tapping that honey pot. Rapture can take other people if it happened at that moment.
She stretched her hand and grabbed my standing manhood, I became helpless. She removed my boxers and rubbed the manhood up and down with the soap while I moaned with immense pleasure. She increased the momentum while bending down very close to my manhood. I held her shoulders as she squeezed the manhood with her smooth right hand. I kept moaning until I busted. She smiled at me, washed off the cream with water and stood up. We completed our bath and headed to the room.
She lay naked on the bed while I dried and spread my singlet and boxers on top of the bathroom door. I romantically crawled towards her while she spread her hands to welcome me.
How could this girl have known how to do all this, girls!
I started caressing and sucking her bare boobs while she wiggled with pleasure. The nipples were so hard that I hard to suck them like a newborn baby. I was a newborn that night.
Here was a girl I admired so much, on my bed, naked and asking me to make her happy.
I slipped my right hand down her laps and as soon as I got close to her honey pot,
She halted me and said, “I am still a virgin.”
Chapter 8: We Were All Virgins.
“A virgin,” I managed to repeat what she said. I didn’t know the next thing to do. I just managed to conjure a weak smile from my dry mouth.
“What about you and George?” I asked. The expression on her face changed.
George was a handsome quiet guy who played in the same football team with me in Onitsha. He was a fine player which endeared him to most young girls in our area. I suspected they were having an affair
“George” she managed to say with wide eyes.
“I thought you and George are going out,” I fired back.
“I don’t know the George you are talking about,” she said again while staring at me.
I had to believe that she didn’t know George or at least she wasn’t dating him, what other options do I have?
Things were heading towards the wrong direction. That was not a time for Q&A. It was a time to make love. I moved my body upwards and kissed her. After a few more kisses, I summoned enough courage to break the nervous moment hanging in the air.
“So baby girl, what now? I know that my manhood is hard now and I know how
much I want you but I don’t want to break your heart.” I managed to say.
She smiled at me and said “If I didn’t want to do it, I wouldn’t be naked in
the same bed with you.”
Strange enough, Chinwe was one girl I have always placed at the top of my potential life partner list. I would have made my move long ago but business between Lagos, Cotonuo and Onitsha stood in the way. Not that there was no time to talk to her then but men naturally have enough courage to approach women when there was much
I looked into her eyes and promised her that I will never leave her. At least
I believed that was enough to take her virginity.
We made passionate love twice before going back to Onitsha the following morning.
That marked the beginning of my love affair with Chinwe.
At about 11am on the following morning we arrived in Awada Onitsha where we lived. Her Father was standing in front of his building when the Bike carrying us arrived. He looked at me with some suspicious eyes and I instantly believed that he
suspected I was with her only daughter throughout the night.
I was right because, the following morning, a knock came on our front door and my elder brother who was on his way out of the house opened it to know who it was.
“Good morning sir,” my brother had greeted, I heard him.
“Morning” I heard a voice responded.
A voice I knew so well. The voice belonged to Chief Omenka, Chinwe’s father.
Chapter 9: Do Not Be Afraid
“Is Zuby inside?” I heard from Mr. Omenka.
“Yes, is everything alright?” replied my brother.
“Everything is alright. I just want to discuss a few things with him.” The man said.
My brother asked him to come inside the apartment and offered him a seat in the sitting room. I ran to my room when I heard my brother invite him into our apartment. My mind was racing from the sex I had with his daughter to the possibility of him knowing that and the consequences that could arise from the whole set up. One thing I have learnt was that ugly situations have a way of surfacing from good deeds too.
When the man settled in one of our chairs, he declined to drink anything. My brother called out to me to come into the sitting room. I mentally braced myself for whatever was going to happen and went to them. I greeted the man as if I didn’t know he was in our apartment. He smiled at me and responded. Somehow I relaxed a little bit. I was expecting this multi millionaire to start shouting and accusing me of running away with his daughter. I was surprised when the man said, “Zuby, my daughter said you deal on imported cars from Cotonou.”
The statement was unexpected but I managed to calm myself down before giving him an answer.
“Yes sir. That is what I do,” I said.
“I want you to buy a pathfinder jeep for my wife in Cotonou.” he said, “How much do you think it will cost?”
My brother was there staring at me as if to say ‘Quote big price, he has money.’
I told him that imported used vehicles never had a specific prize but I could get one between 900, 000 naira and 1.2 million.
After trying to beat the price down, we agreed that he will pay a million naira.
He wrote an advanced cheque book of half a million naira and gave to me and left.
My brother took the cheque and examined it, then said it was real one.
The following day Chike and I left for Cotonou again. There was no mention of the Pathfinder deal to him until we finished buying our own cars. Then I told him that I wanted to buy a pathfinder for someone. He helped locate one in the wharf and we priced it. We bargained and bargained until we eventually got it for about 600,000 naira. The crossing and the clearing gulped another 250,000 naira. The overall price of the car when it got to Onitsha stood at almost 900,000 naira.
Mr. Omenka paid up the remainder of his money and added another N30, 000 for me. The deal also gave me access to his building. They lived in a duplex two blocks down the street from our building.
Each time I returned from Cotonou, I would visit them with a bottle of foreign hot drink. The main reason (Chinwe) was never discussed, even though I believed the man knew my mission. Who wouldn’t like an industrious man as an in-law?
The mother noticed that my frequent visits were not really about the car but who cared.
I and Chinwe continued dating until I eventually left Nigeria. On one of my business trips, I purchased a GSM in Cotonou with Benin Republic Number. I returned with it to Onitsha and the whole street wanted to take a peep. Chinwe loved it so much that she never allowed the Alcatel to rest each time we go out.
Chapter 10: Ghana Wasn’t Too Far.
In early 2002, I traveled to Ghana for the first time. I had met Boniface, a yellow short guy from Anambra state at a burial ceremony. We got talking about business and he told me that he imported peanuts from Accra. He said that he supplied the goods to some retailers in Idumota market Lagos Nigeria. The following week, I agreed to give the business a trial. My main drive was the prospect of going to another Country; not the profit.
I went to Lagos Island and changed some naira to 3000 dollars. We got to Cotonou and boarded a 505 Station wagon to Lome Togo. That was my first time in the city. We arrived at Lome in the night, so I had no opportunity to take a good look at the city. We stopped at the Lome-Ghana border town called Aflawo. The border town was located beside the Atlantic Ocean. While we waited for the man who was supposed to cross us into Ghana, I strolled down to the ocean beach to have a look. It was night and there were not many people at the beach. I also avoided venturing further down the ocean shores because I had some dollars with me.
Strangely I paid much more security attention to the 3000 US dollars in my pocket more than I had ever done to its naira or CFA equivalent.
I approached two ladies smoking cigarette and asked them to give me one. We got chatting and they told me their names which I can’t remember now. They were Togolese girls who lived not far from the border. I told them that I was Nigerian who was going to live and work in Ghana. I didn’t want them to know that I was a businessman. I sat beside one of them and lied about how beautiful she looked even though I knew that the blue light bulb hanging above us played tricks to my eyes.
They were sex workers because one of them told me that we could make out in her place if I could pay her. I told her that I was going to inform my friend so that two of us could go with them. I disappeared out of their sights and never returned.
Time to cross the border was a few minutes away. People had gathered around a man who claimed to be an immigration officer. We all paid him equivalent of N500 naira each and he disappeared into the darkness. He came back twenty minutes later and asked us to follow him. It was still very dark. He led us through the ocean shores for about 5 minutes until we reached another busy border town. My friend Boniface announced the town as Aflawo Ghana. A hiace bus was already waiting to take us to Accra. We got to Accra around 5am and waited inside the bus until the day broke.
We took a taxi to the warehouse where we were supposed to buy the burger only to see some Igbo boys from Idumota already packing everything. Boniface recognized one of them and approached him.
It happened to be that the man was among those Boniface supplied the Burger a week earlier in Idumota. Boniface was angry because the man still owed him from the last supply. They had seen the address on the cover of the burger and came to Ghana before us.
The only option facing us then was to buy a different thing or go back to Nigeria with our money. We drove back to the Accra city center. Boniface told me it was time to go back but I was interested in touring the city, so I told him to go. Traveling never ceased to be my main drive; the business was to make enough money to be able to go everywhere I wanted. Boniface left Ghana that morning while I stayed back in Accra. I asked around and got a small map of Accra. I first of all visited Nkrumah square, a very busy commercial center where first class super markets and malls were located. I bought springle and ate while I window-shopped for hours. Then I went to Accra Township stadium. Finally I went to the beach. The sight of the ocean was glorious as it stretched for hundreds of miles until it somehow touched the sky.
I had no bags or even change of clothes, just my Cotonou handset and some dollars. It was at the beach that things started to get interesting.
Efuah, a beautifully endowed tall slim dark girl was swimming alone. I had watched her for a few minutes and decided to make a move. A lot of things attracted me to her; her curves, her height, her weight and above all, the bikini and the two heavy round objects hanging on her chest. I strolled down towards her direction and sat down near her small bag and sipped on the small bottle of hot drink I purchased at Nkrumah square. She slowly came out of water and headed straight towards me and her bag.
“Hi,” I said as she bent down to towards her bag. She looked up and smiled.
“I saw you from up there and decided to come closer and have a look at your wonderful body,” I said.
She smiled again and murmured something I believed to be some Ghana native language.
“What is your name?” I continued.
“Why do you want to know?” She asked.
Her response increased my hope.
“I wanted to meet with a beautiful Ghanaian woman before I travel back to Nigeria,” I said.
I must have stroked an interest of hers because she stood up instantly and asked, “Are you are from Nigeria?” I nodded with a smile.
“What are you doing in Ghana?” She asked.
“Nothing much, just sight-seeing.” I lied, “I got bored in Nigeria and decided to look around West Africa coastal cities. So far, I have seen Cotonou and Lome, my next stop is Abidjan.”
“Wow.” she exclaimed, “It must be costing you a lot of money,” she said.
“I don’t really care about such things, my happiness comes first,” I lied again, “You haven’t told me your name yet.”
“Efuah,” she said.
“What does it mean in Ghana?” I asked.
She said something i couldn’t recall now.
“Would you like to show me around Ghana today?” I asked.
“I am going back to school in Kumasi today.” she said, “but if you will promise to pay for my hotel room this night, I will take you around Accra and leave for school tomorrow.” she said.
I smiled and said “Deal.”
Efuah dressed up and asked me to bring her bag and follow her.
I carried her bag and walked beside her as if we had known each other for long. I would have even carried her if she demanded.
We left the beach and she called a taxi. We drove for about 25 minutes until we arrived at a high gate. She knocked and a gateman opened up. She entered and motioned me to follow her, I did. We entered a magnificent duplex. She took the bag from me and asked me to have a seat. She went inside a room. Two minutes later, a woman came out from nowhere and looked at me suspiciously.
“Young man, who are you?” she asked
Run, Zuby run.
“Mom, she is Ziko from Nigeria, I met him at the beach and he is going to take me out tonight.”
“It is Zuby,” I corrected.
I was surprised at how relaxed she was while introducing me, something I have not witnessed in Nigeria.
“Take good care of her and bring her back on time.” the mother said.
“Mom, I am not coming back; I will leave for school from Accra in the morning” Efuah said.
I was ready to jump up and bolt through the door and run for my life. I was uncomfortable with such free and strange method of introduction.
“Remember what I said about too much alcohol.” the mother said as she walks towards the exit door.
I just kept quiet and listened to them; looking from one face to another while they talked.
Efuah went back to the room and came out later with two packed bags. I took one and we left the house. We trekked for a few minutes and stopped a taxi.
We drove back to Accra and found a three star hotel.
I insisted on paying for the room but she refused. She paid by herself and told me that I was the guest in Ghana. She joked that I will pay back someday when she visit Nigeria. We laughed at the joke.
We left her bags in the room and went down to the bars. I ordered for a full bottle of Johnny Walker and Ice. She drank like fish despite the warning her mother gave her. We drank half of the contents and she took me by the hand and led me upstairs while I carried the remaining drink. She unlocked the door and got down to business instantly. She pulled out my blue shirt and my singlet, threw them at the only chair in the room and went for my trousers. I was still unprepared for the drama. I stood like a tree watching with excitement as she stripped me naked and started rubbing my manhood with both hands.
I cupped her large boobs with both hands and started squeezing them as she swallowed the whole length of my manhood. I moaned with pleasure. My mind wondered to the dollars I left in my pocket and the whole pleasure varnished. I just stood there pretending to be enjoying the work while I figured out how to protect my 3000 dollars from this fearless beautiful girl. One thing about me was that everybody becomes a potential thief whenever I am with money. This beautiful girl was no different. I decided to enjoy the moment while remaining vigilant as much as I could.
She stood up and turned her back for me to unzip her long gown. I did and unhooked her bra too. She removed the cloths and turned around. Facing me was two heavy smooth welcoming boobs. I pushed her slightly to the bed and sucked on the melons one after the other. She moaned and held me tight while I sucked on them. I drew some milky liquids out of them as I sucked harder and harder. Then she suddenly turned me around and as she mounted me, I pointed at my trousers for her to get a condom from my wallet. She held one finger across my mouth and mounted me. She enveloped my manhood with her wet cunt and moved up and down while I raised my buttocks to meet her thrust. A few minutes later, I climbed down from the bed and dragged her with me. I stood in the middle of the room and carried her up in front of me until her cunt was touching my Joystick. Then I slowly inserted my manhood into the open cunt and started moving her back and forth. She kissed my lips while I kept raising her in and out.
I got tired of carrying her and slowly laid her on the bed while my manhood was still inside her. She cried out softly as I pumped in and out of her in a world of pleasure that made me forget the dollars on my trouser pocket. She had climaxed twice already while Mr. Johnny Walker was holding my liquids from jumping out. I hit the walls of her cunt several times while brushing the clitoris on my way out. Finally I exploded inside her…. continue reading below.[poll id=”3″]