God has
been so good to me, I know I do not deserve it, I know say as I dey here now,
if I see another fresh meat, I go still trap am chop, but God has been
faithful. Maybe na the prayer my Mama dey pray for village dey make me shine
like this, maybe na the school I put head for ground go or maybe na just luck,
anyway you look at it, Baba God is involved! I just dey my own jejely dey work,
naim our west African regional director call me from India. He had heard so
much about me and my records of progress in the company that he wanted to meet
with me one on one. He said he had a meeting with a client in the U.A.E and
needed me to handle the presentation.
I, me, Osato Osadolor Nosakere Edward,
will be heading to the U.A.E with our big Oga? Choi, levels don change! I
actually didn't know what to respond, maybe because I was in shock or I was
drowning in my own excitement so he said ''Mr. Ho-Sir-to-oh I give you time, you
think and you email me ok? Is for next month ok?'' And with that he hung up. The
HR manager who had called me to the phone, looked at me like he wanted feedback
as regards my conversation, but I smiled and him and walked away. ''Oh boy, wetin
Mr. Hashna talk nah?'' He asked ''He say him go send you mail'', I replied as I swiftly
walked back to my office to dance out the excitement.
Four days
later, I called in sick and went to the federal secretariat to renew my
international passport wey don expire since four years ago, after my only trip
to Ghana, wey me and Ose-Guy nearly enter cell because of one useless girl wey
no sabi two time sef, after we went down, naim she come go find Ose, him too
sample the meat, after she come dey talk say we give her belle how stupid? Two
people dey give one person belle? Mtcheeeew, na so she carry police come oh,
thank God we had our passports on us, na so we use cut short our trip come back
Nigeria.
I no get
strength to stand for line, so I talked to a sub contactor and in no time, my
passport was ready. The next day I sent a confirmatory email to Mr. Hashna and
he sent me my tickets and the HR signed and asked the accounts department to
make a transfer of $1,000 into my account, see me balling nah. I don pack my
things one week to the departure date, to make sure I don't forget anything.
Some people in the office was happy for me, while others like my correct guy
Silvanus began to ignore me, he stopped talking to me outbreak of envy,
meanwhile when him go Gabon for training, na me him dey even call for some tips
why exam time reach oh. Na wa for world people.
Two days to
my trip, I dey house dey read my papers and go through the presentation slides
one more time when Sisi Lydia came from the village, she say my mama no well
and the person she wan see now na me. I was confused, why did she come? ''Couldn't she have called?'' I asked her and she said, ''your mama say make I no
call, say if I call, you no go gree come, She say make you dey follow me return
Villa na na na!'' ''Is mama ok? Sisi Lydia, milé well so? Oya carry ya things make
we dey go Villa''. I took my shirt and keys and jumped into the car and we drove
straight to the village. It was 9:25pm when we got there. ''Mile, how body? Wetin
happen, the message too urgent, I get to leave my work begin rush come. Wetin
happen, the leg abi na waist don dey worry you again?'' She said she was fine.
She served me Yam and Owo and went to bed.
At 6:30am, she woke me up, after
prayers she brought a really tall, beautiful girl into the sitting room and
said, ''Osato Oya look this wan, she no fine? Everything you dey find inside
woman dey her body and you see this her leg so, she never open am give any man.
Oya as you dey go back this morning, make you carry her dey go, since the ones
them wey you dey bring come nor dey gree stay''. I was furious. ''Milé na the
emergency be this? What is all this na eh? Which kind trouble be this Osanobua?
Help me tell my mama say I never ready na?'' I was really furious , she looked at me and continued ''Eh, you say wetin? You never ready?
Till now 34 and you never still ready?'' And she begins to cry... ''if to say God
give me other children you think say I for worry? Justina my friend grand
daughter just born, she be great grand mama now. Osato wetin I do you?''
We had
stretched the matter till about 11am and I had to go, so I took the girl, put
her in my car and drove a complete stranger to my house, out of anger and
desperation. When we got home, I showed her everything she needed to know about
the house, gave her N10,000 and carried my things to Moses my colleague's place
down the road. Before I left I asked her what her name was and she said ''Akpovwe,
my father is Benin and my mother is Delta''. She had a subtle voice, one that
could soften a hard heart. I stood there for a few seconds, lost. Then she
said, ''Ok, see you later''.
I had
packed everything and forgotten my laptop, so I went to the house to get it. I
unlocked the door and went in to the room where I had left it on the bed, there
she was, lying naked on my bed. She was a sight to behold, petit breast and a
massive backside, her dark skin glowed in the dark and my John Thompson gad
began to react when she turned around. You're back, she said as she slowly made
a move to get her nighty from the wardrobe. I stopped her and slowly leaning
towards her, I began to kiss and and to my shock and amazement, Akpovwe kissed
me back, taking control.
Let's just say my mother doesn't know what virgins
look like anymore because Akpovwe was on me, riding like a cow girl all night
long and she gave fantastic head, one of the very few best I have ever
experienced. The following morning at about 11am a loud bang at my window woke
us up. ''Who be that?'' I shouted angrily. ''You had better have a good excuse why
you're late for your flight or why you missed it'' The voice of our HR came piercing
through my window. ''What time is it?'' 11:05am she answered. ''Jesus!! What? I'm
late! I'm late!! I just missed my flight! You're the devil, you and my mother
wants to bring me down abi? Pack your things and your lying Virgin self out of
my house'' I was devastated ''Oga HR I'll be out''.
Oh, God, wetin I wan tell this people now? Why is
this happening to me? What have I done wrong? Osato, Chai OSATO, WOMAN NO GO
KILL YOU OH!
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