The Devil Who Loved Me - Episode 10 TrendyVoice

5 May 2016

The Devil Who Loved Me - Episode 10







I can’t remember who woke up first, but I knew we
started at each other for a while just lying there..
Toun: do you feel bad?
Me: yepz
Toun: because you just had s-x with a girl or
because of Abayomi?
Me: because of Abayomi and you. I should be a
good friend and settle your s-x issue, instead I had
s-x with you.
Toun: this had nothing to do with Abayomi and
myself
Me: what about us, how would we be after this?
Toun: it’s a one-time thing, we will laugh about it
very soon. Have you been with a girl before?
Me: nope, you?
Toun: what do you think?
Me: I dunno o..
She laughed, picked up her phone and called her
boyfriend. He was supposed to come but he
hadn’t.
In class the next day, I tried putting my life in a
perspective, with the drama that was unfolding in
my life, I knew if I didn’t take my studies seriously
I was going to seriously fail , I didn’t have an idea
how I would turn it all around…but I had to. Toun
was beside me, dubbing an assignment from a
friend, I was waiting so I would dub from her. I
looked at her body, long and lean; she seemed to
have moved on from what happened, I decided to
push it off my mind.
Toun tapped me with her pen, calling my attention
to somebody walking towards us with rage in her
eyes. It was Yewande, she came with a friend.
Yewande: why did you send your people to attack
my boyfriend. I know you cannot imagine that he
could have left you for someone like me, but you
took it too far!
I looked at Toun, who was trying as much as
possible to ignore us and focus on the assignment
Yewande: his hand and leg are broken, I swear!
You will pay
I ignored her as it was becoming embarrassing;
the aproko students in my class were already
staring.
Yewande: bribing him with money to stay with you
was not enough, you had to attack him…you have
lost o….
Luckily a lecturer came in and she had to leave,
promising me hell later. At this point I was getting
tired, I decided I was going to call Abayomi to tell
Jafar and his goons to take a chill, or maybe I
would need to call Jafar myself. I stepped outside
to call Jafar.
Me: hello
Jafar: Hey
It sounded like he was whispering, but it was still
audible
Me: about Acho yesterday I think your boys took it
too far
Jafar: oh
Me: I don’t want that kind of thing associated with
me
Jafar: what thing are we talking about here?
Me: attacks and beatings
Jafar: oh
Me: do I have your word that it would stop?
Jafar: what does my word mean to you?
Me: it would assure me and I would hold on to it
Jafar: meet me in my house by 7pm..
Me: wha…
He hung up.
That guy lacks manners, and he is sick if he thinks
I would come to his house, I said to myself.
We were seated when the vice-chancellor came
into the conference room. Earlier, Abayomi had
called me that we had been summoned by the
vice-chancellor for an emergency meeting.
National and his deputy were to our left. Prof
Akinbiyi, the VC was a man of medium build, his
grey hair was bushy. I wondered if most professors
generally scattered their hair to look mofasa.
VC: how are u doing?
We answered that we were fine. He didn’t beat
around the bush, he wanted to inform us that the
school management would support any candidate
that won , that we would be partners and if we had
any grandiose plans that might conflict with the
vision of the school if elected. After the meeting I
had the opportunity to explain to Abayomi what
had happened earlier when Yewande came to my
lecture hall. I told him I wasn’t comfortable with
Jafar’s kind of security.
Abayomi: why don’t you want to go?
Me: why should I go?
Abayomi: are you scared?
Me: nope, but I shouldn’t be visiting a guy by 7pm
in his house na
Abayomi: I want you to go, I want you to ask him
about National’s involvement in the Ijebu-igbo
fracas.
Me: why don’t you ask him yourself?
Abayomi: I would be going to Ikenne to campaign
to the medical students, Timi and myself.
Me: how is Timi?
Abayomi: he is fine, he sends his regards
Me: tell him I send mine too
Abayomi: you should call the guy sometimes, he
misses you.
Me: why should he miss me, he has Annie
Abayomi: does he?
Me: what do you mean?
Abayomi: I think you both should sit down and
talk, that’s all..
Me: I hear…how is kofo?
Abayomi: we are over
Me: because I am going to quit if you don’t stop
ramming her
Abayomi looked at me and winked.
Toun and I were watching Prison Break in her room
when we heard a knock on the door, it was 7pm
and I thought Abayomi had changed his mind
about going to Ikenne. Uche was by the door.
Uche: hope you are ready?
Me: Jafar sent you?
Uche: yes, I am waiting outside.
Toun: Tee, should I come with you?
Me: nope don’t worry, lemme just change my
clothe
Twenty minutes later, Uche drove me to Jafar’s
crib.
]As expected a lot of guys were in front of the
premises, some guys where in the sitting room
playing snooker. With the amount of cash
displayed, they were definitely gambling.
Uche: Jafar say make una comot.
He didn’t need to talk much, the guys filed out like
they were remote controlled. Uche told me to wait
for Jafar, while he left the apartment. I was alone
by myself in the premises. I could hear the guys
gathering outside, shouting, laughing and always
in an excited state. It was clear that Jafar was not
around. The AC in the premises was in full throttle,
I was dressed in a short gown with a scarf covering
my hair, I was cold. After 30minutes I had gotten
enough, I decided to leave and was on my way out
when I heard a car pull into the drive. I peeped
through the window to see Jafar get out the Benz.
He brought out some bottles of liquor from his
booth, the guys hurriedly took it from him. Then
they started singing, songs that talked about
freedom from oppression,suppression et al
As he entered the sitting room, I made up my
mind I was going to give him a piece of my mind.
Jafar was wearing a hooded top with a blue denim
jean. His Vuitton frames were brown, sitting well
on the bridge of his nose.
Jafar: I am sorry for the delay, I was held up..
Me: I can see
Jafar: goodevening ma’am
Me: good evening Jafar
Jafar: are you hungry?
He stood beside the snooker table, he just asked
me If I had eaten like I was his daughter.
Me: I am good. Can we talk about what happened
to Acho?
Jafar: yes, but I am very hungry, can u cook?
Me: I beg your pardon?
Jafar: I am not a very good cook, but I try to.
Me: Jafar, its late…lets talk so I can go.
He looked at me and smiled. Some minutes later
he came back with a canned Coke and gave me.
He went back inside his room and when he came
back, he was on singlet and a boxer short.
Jafar: lets talk in the kitchen, I am famished.
Me: ermmmm….ok…
The kitchen looked very tidy, I was sure it was so
because of the amount of girls that visited. The
kitchen was bigger than my room, I admitted to
myself.
Jafar: my favorite food is Yam and egg, what is
yours?
Me: Rice, jollof.
Jafar: do you like fish?
Me: yes
He smiled as he brought out some fresh tomatoes
and pepper from a fridge with a transparent door.
Jafar: you will see some eggs behind you, while
you deal with that I will peel the yams..
Me: what are you trying to do?
Jafar: we are cooking, later we eat..then we talk.
I quietly started cutting the tomatoes….
Me, Chief Dike’s daughter.
The food came out well, at least it looked good. He
ate in the kitchen , quietly like I wasn’t around. He
had insisted I eat with him but I declined. He didn’t
seem like someone that cooked his meals, it was
sexy I must admit. After eating, he started
washing the dishes, that was when he started
talking..
Jafar: so what problem do you have with how Acho
was handled?
Me: that was not the kind of security I wanted.
Jafar: I heard he almost raped you
Me: nope! He was my boyfriend until two weeks
ago, I guess he just wanted to prove a point
Jafar: I thought Timi was your boyfriend.
I was speechless for a while
Me: Timi is an ex too
He laughed, laughter that exposed his teeth. When
he laughed he seemed to have difficulty breathing,
he laughed in bits.
Jafar: you dey vex o…you just dey ex all of them.
That didn’t sound funny to me so I kept a straight
face. He took out his phone and called some to
come meet him in the kitchen. The guy came and
took away the yam that remained in the pot and
the eggs in the frying pan.
Me: are you their father or what, how old are you?
Jafar: 26
Me: what are you?
Jafar: I am a guy…lol
Me: you know what I mean
Jafar: I don’t ma’am
Me: you are a cultist?
He laughed again. He laughed like I was kid asking
why mummy had a big tummy.
Jafar: what do you think?
Me: I think you are a cultist
Jafar: hahahahahaha..
Me: aint you?
Jafar: cultism is otokoto shii..all them blood money
n all…
Me: so you are what?
Jafar: Confra….
Me: what is the difference?
Jafar: we fight for black man’s liberation
Me: you believe your bullshit?
Jafar: bullshit?
Me: you kill yourselves in campus, intimidate and
all
Jafar: there are bad eggs in every organization.
When Wole introduced Confra to the university, it
was for social equalization. Rich or poor, everybody
being equal..no matter the tribe and all. The
military hijacked it and started bribing our boys to
intimidate people. Later political criminals started
using them for election violence. Unfortunately, it
has given us a bad name.
Me: so why involve yourself with it, you seem very
intelligent.
Jafar: to have brothers with a common goal, to
protect the oppressed and suppressed…to protect
people like you…fend for people you would
probably never know about.
I realized we were getting nowhere; I had to shift
back to Acho’s matter.
Me: you can protect the Abayomi and the other
peeps…leave me out of it.
Jafar: I can’t.
Me: why?
Jafar: you are an investment now; I am responsible
for your safety.
Me: you are saying I don’t have a choice?
Jafar: as regards your safety, you don’t…I am sorry
ma.
Me: I don’t like the way you handled Acho’s issue
Jafar: ok, we will reduce violence to the minimal
Me: thank you.
Jafar: now that we have an agreement, can you
shoot pool?
Me: nope.
Jafar: come let me teach you.
Me: not interested, thanks though.
He was already moving to the sitting room, I had
to follow, no be my kitchen na?
He gave me a stick, placed a white ball and a red
ball on the snooker table.
Jafar: now you are going to learn how to hit a ball
with the cue ball. The cue ball is the white ball, the
stick is called the cue stick.
Me: its like you didn’t hear me, I am not interested.
He led me to the table, stood at my back. He
grabbed my left hand and used it as a rest on the
table, my right hand held the butt of the cue stick.
My bum was crested on his crotch, his shoulder
enclosed mine as he tried guiding me to take the
shot. I could smell him, I could hear his heartbeat. I
wondered if he heard mine. The last time I felt this
tense was when Timi held me for the first time.
Jafar: in snooker, you, your eyes, your stick and the
cue ball have to be one, they have to trust each-
other. Your aim is the other ball…the middle of the
other ball.. remember trust is everything…he
whispered in my ears. His lips brushed my ear
lobe.
The shot I made was the worse shot he had ever
seen, he had to admit.
To be continued




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