Tales By Chi

He removed the earphones from his ear and stared into her room through the window. His eyes first hit the bed and it was empty. He moved his gaze around the room and she wasn't there. Her computer was on and he thought she should be around. He made his way over to the front and knocked on the door. It opened slowly and he stood staring at Genevieve, a plate of cookie in her hand.

"Checked your room and your weren't there," he said and walked in. She shut the door and stood facing him.
"Matt, I told you to stop peeking in through my window every time."
"I thought you didn't mind."
"Well,I do now, just stop."
He shrugged and followed her into her room. He dropped on the bed with a bang and pulled her to his laps.
"Wait, I have to unplug the toaster," she excused herself and ran off for the kitchen. He scavenged the room with his eyes and attention went back to the humming computer at the corner. He got up from the bed and walked to it. Her Facebook messenger was running and he decided to have a look. A message came in at the instant.

"No, got a date already."
He looked at the owner of the message and it was August. He scrolled up the chat, rather furiously and started from the beginning. Apparently, they had been having a minor flirt both offline and definitely online.
"Care to know what I'm wearing now?" she had texted him.
"Well, if it ain't clothes, I wonder what it would be," he had replied.
"Well, I had red panties on but now it's off and I'm naked under."
"Bitch!" Matt muttered under his breath.

It disgusted him that she did more of the chase. August kept it neutral even though he kept the chat alive.
"The fuck are you doing on my computer?" she yelled, he hadn't noticed her walk into the room. He frisked her with his eyes, disdain all over them.
"You now fuck with August or you still planning to?" he asked with disgust in his voice and eyes.
"What is that to you?"
"The fuck is he going to give you that you ain't getting double from me?"
"Please, I don't know what you are talking about and stay off my stuff."
She moved closer to her, reaching for the computer. He held her by the shoulder and she stopped. Looking him deep in the eyes. The computer binged and a new message came in. They looked and it was August.

"I'm almost at your door." the message read.

"Oh, he's coming here too? To do what?" he asked still gripping her shoulders.
"Leave me alone," she whimpered and his hand dug deeper into her shoulder blades.
"To fuck you, is that it?" he continued and shook her violently.
"Leave me, you are hurting me," she yelled and pushed him against the computer. He staggered back, nearly pushing the machine off the table. He went at her with anger and grabbed her by her upper arm.

"Stop," A voice called from the direction of the door. They turned to it and August stood there.
"Oh Matt, you shouldn't be caught beating a girl in her house. That's the making of a pussy and straight moronic," he said with a smile at the edge of his lips. Matt let go of Genevieve and stood facing him with mad anger in his eyes.
"Oh no, I can't fight you here man. Can't pay if I break things," August said, moving closer to them.
"You son of a bitch, you sweet talking my girl?" he snapped and moved closer to him. Genevieve sat on the bed with her face buried between her palms.

"You sweet talking my girl huh?" he repeated with a yell.
"No man, I ain't got nothing with your girl, she's there. Ask her," he replied, nodding towards her.
"Go on, fuck her, she's a bitch after all, fuck her son of a bitch."
He brushed past him and headed for the open door.
"Do not call a woman a bitch if your mom is nothing better," August muttered.
He stopped at the door and came at him with a blood curling yell. August turned to meet the punch at the side of his face. He staggered back and caught himself from falling on Genevieve. Matt threw another punch and he dodged to the right, catching him with his right knee on the stomach. He fell back on the floor with a whimper and immediately jumped to his feet clutching his tummy.

"I don't want to fight with you here Matt."
He didn't let him finish, he launched at him again with all miscalculations and swiped at the empty air while August sent him reeling back with a blow to the lungs. He grabbed a bottle of wine lying by the door and threw it at him. It landed on his face, knocking out his senses and icing it with a bloody cut on his forehead. Genevieve let out a shriek as the bottle landed on the wall and broke into smaller pieces. August held his bleeding bleeding head and the blood tricked down his face and hand. Matt jumped from the ground and went for the jugular.
He punched at evey single part his knuckles could hit in succession. He hit him on his belly, his lungs and his bleeding face. August caught himself and with the pain throbbing in his head, he grabbed him by his shirt, smearing it with blood. He went berserk and jammed his bleeding head on his nose. The sound of cracking bones in his nose was followed up by a heavy thud as both their heads met with August launching the attack.

He hit him severally with his head, ignoring the severe pain in his. He pushed him away and fell him with a blow that was backed with all the strength left in him. Matt fell on the ground and crawled out of the door. He banged it behind him and ran blindly into the street. August made to give chase.

"Please stop!" Genevieve begged with a teary voice. He stopped midway and turned towards her, remembering her presence.
"Stop fighting please," she whimpered again and he walked slowly to where she sat, aware of the banging pain in his head for the first time. He looked around at the mess in the room and heaved a sigh.
"I'm sorry," he muttered. "About your room."
"It's okay."
"I have to go. I don't like what happened."
"You can't leave with all that blood on you, I will fix you up,"  she said and got up from the bed.
"No, I'll do that at home."
"I insist," she said and made him sit on the bed. He took a look around the room as she fumbled through the first aid box. He thought it was too neat for a rascal like Genevieve.


"It's going to hurt," she whispered as she opened the bottle of methylated spirit.
"I hope you are good with this," he asked.
"Watch and find out."
She poured a little of the foaming liquid on the bleeding wound and gouged his reaction. He watched her face with a smile, holding his breath and trying not to yell out in pain. He hated looking weak.
"Hmm, you are strong," she whispered.
"Really?"
"Yes, you whooped his ass so easily and he is like 2 years older than you are."
"But I have more blood on me than he does."
She placed the sterile gauze over the cleaned would and pressed the plaster over it.

"The blood looks good on you," she said and smiled. "Come and clean up in the bathroom. You look like you flew out of a zombie movie."

"Stop staring at me, you are making me nervous," August murmured as he played around with the wrapped box. Mary looked at him with fixed smile on her face.
"Open it," she muttered excitedly. He tugged at the pink ribbon and it gave way.
"Unwrap it," Mary ordered restlessly. He paused and looked up at her eyes.
"Chill already, it's your gift after all."
He removed the beautiful blue gift wrapper to reveal a white box. He held the box with his left hand and pulled off the top with his right. The box was empty. He looked up at her again with a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Nice try, I hope you do realize that I wasn't born on April 1," he said. She smiled and moved closer to him on the bed.
"The gift I have for you was so big it couldn't fit into the box," she commented. He eyed her with the smile still at the corner of his mouth.
"Show me."

She held him by his shirt and dragged him closer to her. Her arms went round his neck and she placed her lips on his. He held her by the waist and closed up the gap between them.
"Hope your dad doesn't bust in on us," he whispered and bit her lips.
"No one is at home," she stated excitedly. He got up and lifted  her off the bed and dropped her on her back. He kissed her deeply and effectively and she responded, wrapping her arms round his neck. She pulled at the zip of his shirt and he stopped her half way.

"Do you want to do this today?" he asked, looking her straight in her eyes and loving the way she looked back.
"You don't?" she asked.
"Not exactly, just that I wouldn't want to do something I would regret on my birthday."
"It's ok. I thought you would want a more elaborate birthday gift."
He smiled and moved to sit on the bed. She sat up and stared at him.
"You have this way of looking at me that really scares me," he commented, moving his hand through his hair.
"Everything scares you, even Love."
"I love you and it doesn't scare me, what scares me is losing you. I tend to lose everything I love and it's not funny."
"Yes, like that ice cream you got for Genevieve once?" she asked with a giggle.
"Get out of my bed. Must you remind me of that?"
"Yea. Just trying to confess."
She got up from the bed and adjusted her hair, looking down at him at the same time.
"So?" he asked, watching her plain out her ruffled dress.
"Well, I ate the ice cream."
He looked at her with disbelief in his eyes.
"It's been 3 years now and why are you even telling me?"
"You didn't lose it, I took it," she replied, sitting beside him on the bed. He thought of all those he loved that were no longer there, he realized he never really lost them.
"They were taken from me," he murmured. She watched the sorrow in his eyes and heard the bitterness in his voice.
"Let's go to the pool," she commanded, pulling him up by the arm. He obeyed and stood up.
"That ice cream," he started and she nodded. "it was for you not Genevieve. Stop teasing me with her, I feel nothing for her and you are just getting yourself jealous over bullshit."

Jeane stood staring at him for a long time without saying a word. She wouldn't let him talk too and that somehow freaked him out. He also loved the way she stared at him, he could have sworn she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He tried talking and she hushed him with a wave of her hand. They had been standing and staring at each other for some minutes.

"Do you love me?" she eventually asked and he scoffed.
"Really, you are asking me that?"
"Yes and answer me please."
"Of course you know I do, I'll do anything for you, just ask."
"Good."
She let him hold her hand for a while and then snatched it. She thought it would seem like it was August holding it but it never worked.
"Is something bordering you?" he asked and she shook her head.
"You sure?"
"I am fine," she snapped.
"Don't you want me, Jeane?"
"Victor, just don't ask me and let me be."
She ran down the street, away from where she had called him out to meet her. He didn't run after her or try to. He felt he was too big to do that. A 19 year old boy running after a 14 year old girl. He was bigger than that.

"What was that?" Matt asked, snapping him away from his thoughts.
"It's Jeane. Don't know what her problem is," he replied, turning to look at him.
Matt stared at his elder brother for a while and shook his head.
"Told you already, let the bitch girl go, she probably catching feelings for that August guy."
"Well I'm gonna kill him if he is the one putting her through all this," he said and brushed pass Matt.
"Well please do, a lot of good that would do the all of us."

It will be very silly of anybody to think that I actually fucked shape that night, including me because I actually wanted to, shaa I didn't. I wasn't that gullible.

So it seemed Willie and Shape are actually becoming an item. At a time, Willie spent more time in my lodge than he did at his school. With Chinaza gone, there was space in my room for them. In the end, I realized that trying to fuck Shape was an idea dead on arrival. Like I said, I can share anything with Willie but not a pussy. And besides even among thieves, there is honor.

So I started realizing that Chinaza's excesses were just becoming excessive. Imagine she never allowed me to shook before going back to school and shape had no available explanation for that behavior. Even James was confused.

I even thought about the worst, maybe someone was spicing her up and she decide not to get it from me. Eh, noo, Naza has a clean sheet to the best of my knowledge. But then, I decided I needed to be very sure.

I dropped into her lodge that day like a sting operation. It was on a Saturday and everyone was home. I sneaked up to her room and sneaked inside. She just lay on her bed sleeping. I watched her in silence for sometime before I sat beside her on the bed. She was sleeping with her nightie on and her skin radiated all over the room.

She jerked when she saw my face like I was one of those things someone would see in an evil nightmare. She relaxed when she realized I wasn't a ghost and hugged me, rubbing her big belly against mine.
"You didn't tell me you were coming," she said and wiped her face.
"I was hoping to catch your new boyfriend."
"Didn't you see him outside?" she asked me.
"Who?"
"My new boyfriend."
"Yea, I saw one imbecile outside, was he the one?"
She laughed and dropped her head and mass of sweet smelling hair on my shoulder. I held her and slowly lay on the bed while she laid her head on my chest.
"I only do upgrades, I can't jump from one imbecile to another, its not okay for my health."
I only laughed because by the time I realized she was indirectly calling me an imbecile, the topic was already cold.

"Chinaza," I called softly and she moaned a sexy answer.
"How much do you love me?" I asked after a brief pause.
"I am keeping your baby and you are still asking me that question."
"I just want to be sure."
"Well calculate it yourself," she replied.
"How?"
"Well, like this. You are broke, you lie, you cheat and you irritate me sometimes and I am still with you."
I smiled and pinched her ass. Normally she likes it but would rather not admit, she would often say it made her look slutty.

"So 80%?" I asked. She raised her head and dropped me a surprise kiss on my lips. The kiss was a deep one because she actually closed her eyes in the process.
"100% baby," she whispered and I felt like I was just starting to date her.
"So why are you keeping your body away from me?" I asked.
"I know you will bring that up."
"Well, so?"
"Well because I am tired of feeling like you love my body more than you love me."
"That's not true, I love you before any other thing."
"Well, try and prove it."
"How do I prove it?"
"Neche I am pregnant," she said and raised her head to look at me.
"I know."
What else could I possibly answer?
"Have you ever asked me how the baby is turning, if he is biting me or kicking me?"

Yea, that's true, I never asked, I didn't even know all those things mattered.

"Did you even ask how long I have carried it?"
My spiritual eyes bulged. I can't even say how many months old the pregnancy is.
"Do you remember that is something called Antenatal? Or ask me if I go to the hospital for check up?"
I was just moping and counting the number of lines on her ceiling fan.
"All you know is that sex is good for pregnant women, that is all you talk about."
She was speaking slowly but anyone that knew her could tell she was angry. I didn't even know what to say. Apparently there was more to pregnancy than just shooting it in there.

She got up from my body and faced the wall. I dropped my hand on her waist and gently massaged her.
"Naza I'm really sorry, I didn't realize that all these things mattered."
"How will you know, all you know is yourself and what you want, just leave me and go."
She was serious.
I begged and begged and begged. A small something became a big something. She wouldn't talk to me and I too was getting angry. I got up and walked outside, making up my mind to leave from there. I was going to go if this girl hadn't walked up to me. She had that thing that makes me drool over them girls. I was just outside the gate and she was passing by, jingling her fine assets in a handless grey gown that the middle stuck to the parting of her fine ass like a g-string.

I needed something to cheer me up and I found one. Maybe she will take me to her lodge and make me happy. I called her and she wasn't the snubby type. She came and I told her the story of how I was lost and looking for a lodge I was standing at it's gate.
She pointed behind me and waited like she knew I also wanted to take her number. Well it was easy.

As I was typing the last digit of her mobile number. Someone snatched the phone from my hand, I turned with a loaded slap in my right hand only to meet Naza standing there. Well she deleted the number and dragged me back inside.

You don't want to know what happened in there but I enjoyed every bit of it.

We all should fuck a pregnant woman once in a while. 

Once there was this bad guy in my clique that year. He was bad, very bad but nobody knew. His badness was an internal type of badness. Outwardly, he was the type of guy that a mother would recommend to her daughter for friendship, seeing that he is harmless and may not even have a dick but inwardly, he was the type of guy that will impregnate their daughter while the bad playboy's are still fondling with their bra straps.

He liked girls like mad but hardly walked up to one. I think it was his livers failing him but people just thought he didn't like them and have already canonized him. I knew he loved girls.

I will tell you about this guy and how he landed a girl that his very bad friends could only dream of.

Her name was Vivian and she was very sumptuous. She was the type that when she walked past, even the reverend Fathers would scream "What is this?". As usual, in an unsuspecting manner, our very calm friend was somehow managing to attract this particular out of the league girl's attention to himself more than anyone else. Before anyone could say "Vivian is SEXY", they were already exchanging love messages.
Apart from knowing that this niggar liked girls, I also knew he had never done anything out of the ordinary with any girl in a lonely room, to approximate it, he was a virgin. So it had me quite wondering what he was going to do with all that sauce in one girl.
I mean, there were 800 guys in my school, waiting to devour that Italian cuisine of a girl like a hot lunch and she was falling over that guy whom everyone was doubting if he actually had a c0ck.

One thing to another and the devil had his way. They both found their way into the school toilet at the same time, with the same intention, behind bolted doors. He stared at the girl and she stared back with a naughty grin.
"Oh Jesus, look at that breast," he thought in his naive mind. He loved girls but was just realizing that he also loved boobs. So he stared and she stared back, he started and she stared back, stared and stared back. The stares went back and forth, to and fro until he got tired of looking at those breasts. He moved closer with the same intention as hers. He wanted to touch it and she wanted it to be touched. He just didn't know how to do it and she didn't know how to ask.

He got closer and stretched out his hand. Somehow, involuntarily, his hands missed the inflated boobs hiding behind a school P.E wear and went to her neck rather. Well he decided to start with a kiss. They got into it and the tension went down a bit. He soon realized that he couldn't kiss her without his hands searching for her infamous boobs. So he just licked the lips and squeezed the boobs he was so much hungry for at the same time.
"Gimme your tongue," he whispered and she obliged. He pounced on it like a roll of kanda meat and licked it dry. She soon started moaning softly and searching for his zippers. He helped her push them down and his dick peeked out through his TOMMY HILFIGER boxers. She rubbed the head and holding it like a dog leash, brought him closer to her and her chest met his.
"Can I suck?" she asked amidst the kisses. He nodded and she went down immediately. She bit the tip and he jerked. He had never felt something like that before. Something that makes you want to cry but you end up liking it. She swirled her tongue at the opening of the dick and he winced. That girl was a good header. She moved her head back and forth and repeated it severally and when he felt like he was being electrocuted in a lovely way, she stopped.
He eyed her angrily as she stood up.
"Why did you stop?"
"Wait, come."

She pulled him to closer to the toilet seat and dropped her pant on the floor. She placed her left leg on the closed toilet seat and raised her skirt, revealing a not so attractive but very inviting tool to him. He moved closer, his dick in the air. He grabbed her waist and pushed his dick into the darkness beneath her spread legs. His tip hit some flesh and it sent some sensation down his spine.
"Is it in?" he asked and she shook her head.
"That was my laps," she said and grabbed his dick. Navigating it like a compass into her waiting hole. They both moaned as their tools connected. He started thrusting slowing, holding her by her 2 ton of naked ass. He squeezed his face and her ass as he rammed her in their standing position.

One thing to another, they found their way to the floor. It made it more easier. His lips on her mouth, his hands on her boobs and his dick in her pussy, the sky was the limit. She spread her legs from 3:45 o'clock to 2:55. He placed his hands on the floor on which they lay and danced his c0ck into her hole.
And when he couldn't take it anymore, he whimpered.
"I want to urinate."
"What?" she asked, holding him by his school shirt.
"I said I want to urinate, it's coming out," he whimpered again.
"No, urinate in there," she replied, still holding him by the shirt. Before he could protest, the supposed urine shot out and into her pussy. Littering the whole flesh. He felt weak and pulled out slowly, surprised that the urine was whitish and thick.


Vivian got pregnant few weeks after and had accused one guy in our area of being responsible for it. But each time I saw the baby boy, his nose and the way he ogled at girls makes me think he is mine. Lemme wait first, until that boy becomes a president or richest man in the world, that's when I will tell that guy that I also fucked Vivian in our school toilet.

Oops, I forgot to mention it. That our friend was ME.


I am coming, Chinaza has woken up and I don't want her to see this because I told her she was the one that broke my Virginity. 

"He had a choice, a better choice and he chose death. You sure can't blame me."
He tapped on the glass table before him and puffed the smoke from the cigar into the air.
"So how close are you now from getting the territory to yourself?" The voice on the other side of the phone asked.
"Just a matter of time, I can assure you it will happen in your lifetime."
A chuckle came from the other end and he smiled.
"Good one son, grab everything for us."
"Sure Donald, I never stop halfway."

He dropped the call and eyed Stanley as he stood before him. The cigar went down to the ash tray and he leaned over the table.
"So? What were you saying?"
"I think Williams is ready to come into play, he has proven himself as the ruthless guy you would like him to be," Stanley explained.
"Good then. So you are assured that he knows everything about St Mathews and all the oppositions to tackle?"
"Mr Taylor is gone, Donatti too, there isn't much opposition left, if you ask me."
Jameson swayed his head from right to left and back.
"Good then, I will like a meeting with this Williams at a time of my own choosing. I need to access him myself." Stanley nodded. "And any other thing, just give me a call. You don't need to be showing up at my office," he said.
"Of course," Stanley said and walked out of the office.

Jameson fell back on his chair and lighted a fresh cigar. He could care less about St Mathews if not for the large oil deposit recently uncovered there. To him, there was no government. You are the government if you can get everyone to fall to you. Jean Trommels didn't believe that and Taylor too, they believed the power was with the people to do whatever they wanted with their resources.
"Stupid oafs," he cursed under his breath. "I gave them a chance to get rich beyond their imagination and what did they do, they slapped my extended hand."
He crushed the cigar in the tray and rubbed his palm.

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He stared at the Glock in his hand and tightened his face. He released the magazine and inspected the bullets. He nodded and inserted it back.
"August."
He heard someone call him from outside. He hid the gun underneath his sheets and waited for the second call. His door slowly opened and Mary stood staring at him.
"Are you busy?" she asked, admiring the muscles that stood out on his body. He shook his head and smiled.
"Anything for me?" he asked. She walked in and sat on his laps.
"Your dad could come in you know."
She ignored him and placed her hand around his shoulder, bringing her face down to kiss him on the lips.
"Hmmm, strawberry," he murmured in between kisses.
"Want some?" she asked as he licked his lips. He nodded.
"But let me lick the ones in your mouth first."
She laughed and kissed him one more time.
"I'll go get the straw berries, June won't let them be."
He watched her walk out of the room. She reminded him of Maria, the little he could still remember about her. His past seem to be fading and each time he tried to keep a grasp at whatever debris he could, the more it seemed better that he forgot. He picked the gun again and admired it.
"Remember who you are," he murmured. "I am a Donatti."
Mary hopped into the room, clutching a plate of Strawberries. The gun went back under the sheets.

"Hey bro," August called and extended his hand. Garvey took it and shook his arm.
"What's up?" he asked.
"Nothing much bro."
Garvey adjusted and he sat beside him on the block. They both stared around the field for a while before a boy of their age started walking up to them.
"Guess where Matt is going," Garvey said and nodded towards the approaching boy.
"He's coming to warn me to keep off his girlfriend," August replied and Garvey smiled.
"That girl is so into you."
"Yea, but I don't even want her, if only the fool boy knows that."

Matt stopped before them and eyed August contemptuously, ignoring his companion.
"Sup matt?" August asked, looking up at him.
"I saw you sneaking around with Genevieve after school, what was that for?"
"Well, she just wanted to know what gift to get you for valentine, she thought I offered the best advice."
"Really?" he asked with a ton of disbelief in his eyes and voice.
"Yea, don't stress it bro, I told her to get you a pair of working senses cos obviously you lack it."
Garvey let out a snicker.
"Oh, really?" Matt Asked and moved closer, clenching his fists. August jumped from where he sat and stood looking him eyeball to eyeball. They could each feel the warm breath rushing out of each other's nose. August seemed calmer than he was.
"So what are you going to do about it?" he asked. Matt stared into his eyes longer than he could remember. Something about them feared him but still, he won't allow himself be cowed by the stranger. That was all August was to him. A stranger he needs to send back to his cave. He reluctantly moved back and watched watched August with hatred.
"I will show you," he muttered and turned to go.
"You think you are tough heh?" he called after him. He turned and faced him again. "You ain't seen nothing Matt," he finished with a scoff.

He sat back on the block and watched him as he left. He appreciated the feeling of loving someone and having her run after someone else who you will rather not identify with. Mary had him and her cousin Jeane wants him so much she was getting edgy towards Mary.
"Your birthday is tomorrow?" Garvey asked, disrupting his thoughts. He nodded, he had almost forgotten.
"And you will be?"
"14."
"So I can't buy you a toy car then?" he asked with a grin.
"No you can't. But you can get me more bullets for the gun you gave me."

I handed my list over to my father. He was of the opinion that it was the excess money that he was giving me that made me keep my girlfriend in my lodge and be getting her pregnant anyhow. So he decided I was going to break every expenses down on paper, that way I won't have change to feed any girl. "Excess money", Imagine.

"What do you need 6 packs of toilet rolls for? Do you run a public toilet?" he asked me, observing me over the rims of his eyeglasses.
"And see this one, 2 towels? What for?"
"Dad, it's for the remaining 3 years I have in school."
"So you want to use 2 towels over a period of 3 years, so that you will come and be spreading disease everywhere?"
Hian, daddy sef.
"One carton of Indomie," he read out. "Where do you even get the strength to be impregnating girls when all you eat is indomie?"
Willie who was busy with his laptop and had headphones over his head giggled, That MOTHERFUCKER!
"Papa Willie!" my mom yelled and eyed him. He hissed and continued.
"And look at this one, he can't even spell knickers," he said and shot me his eyes again.
"Which one?" I asked, going closer to take a peep at the list.
"Ar ar, Daddy is sneakers nah not knickers."
"What is sneakers?"
"A types of shoe."
He shook his head and continued, if only he would just give me the money and fuck the list. It reminded me of my elder sister's days in the dormitory. She would bring him her list and he will be like.
"Why 5 sanirary pads? Are you marketing them in school?" and when she decides to save herself the interview and remove sanitary pads from the list, he would be like.
"Why no pads? Come Oluchukwu Rita, are you pregnant?"
And my mom will always be there to intervene but my popsy no send anybody.

"And you should include condoms in this list because I am now afraid of you, Chinecherem, your fear is catching me."
And after everything, he broke the whole expenses into 2. My father never liked maths and he hardly stressed us each time we flunked in any maths exam. My mom will be scolding and he would just be like.
"Leave this Children, how many times have you applied X and Y in that your small office? If he knows how many 500 nairas can give him 1 million, he is ok, that is the basic thing." My mother will only shake her head.

So when it came to money, Chike Obi has nothing on my Popsy.
He divided my 21,525 naira into 2 and divided one part into 2 again. He added a half of the whole money to one part of the the other divided half and gave me 16,145. He probably knew I wasn't going to buy one quarter of those things on that list. So I was still rich anyway.
"Ehe willie, when are you going back or have they expelled you?" he asked my brother.
"Daddy nooo, I'm going back next week."
"It's your last semester in that school, so you won't buy anything naa."
"No sir, I'm not buying anything, it's just that I need small money to fix some things."
"I know, you are always needing money, how much?"
"Just 50k," he said with a wide grin.
"Are you mad? Did you put JUST before that 50k?"
My father actually removed his lenses to ask him if he was mad. It was my turn to giggle at him.
"Daddy no, I mean It's only 50k that I need. Nothing else."
"What are you even doing with that type of money? Are you sorting your VC?"
"Daddy noo, We are, I mean my department people, we are hosting a graduation part and I need a pair of tuxedos to shine dad. You know it's once in a life time." he was grinning ear to ear again.
"Party kwa? Are you graduating from Quilox that you will each contribute 50k for it?"
"What is Quilox?" My mother asked.
"A Church in Onitsha," My father replied so casually, I would have believed him if I didn't know what Quilox is. My mother only nodded and continued pressing her phone.
"Daddy, the money is for tuxedo, party and other things."
"I don't even understand the language you are speaking, maybe when the sun reduces, I will understand," my father said and ran into his room before Willie will remember any other dues.

I cat walked into Naza's room and met her kneeling on her bed, saying the divine mercy prayer. A miracle. I was going to slowly sneak out of the room before she caught me. She didn't talk. She just pointed at the floor beside her. I can't argue, I just jejely joined her. Luckily enough, she was rounding up. Her mother peeped into the room and saw us. I was able to notice the smile on her face. Yepaa, I have scored a positive point on her score card.

"So by what time are we leaving?" she asked after the prayer.
"Ermm, 3pm."
"I hope your lodge mates would be back by then, that your logde that looks like graveyard."
"See, I want to buy some things," I said, standing up.
"Come first before you go."
She held my hand and I was expecting her to order for fried rice or any other impossible food. She eyed me with a wicked smile on her face
"Don't worry, I just want you to rub your baby's head."
I smiled and stroke her belly. The bulge was still small. I kissed her forehead and turned to go.
"Peel those oranges for me before you go."

My father dropped us at the park and made sure we both took different buses back to school. One going to Anambra State University and the other going to unizik. He needed no further stories. He even bought our tickets with his money. My brother was just spicing my anger with laughter. I swear he would have followed my bus to my school if he didn't have an appointment.

As I dragged my bag into my my lodge, James wasn't back yet but shape and her sister was. Even Chinaza was already chatting away with Shape in my room. That girl is a magician.

I busted into their house. That was actually my first time of visiting their home after I had Chinaza where she is now. I threw my greetings around like I was doing broadcast planting.
"Where is Naza?" I asked, surprised that everyone was so calm.
They all pointed up to her room.
"In her room?" I asked and they all shouted me upstairs. I was disturbing their movie.

I busted into her room and met her wiping blood from her hand. I rushed her and held her hand.
"What happened?"
She slowly opened her hand to reveal a small knife cut in her palm.
"I cut my hand while peeling oranges."
She was giving me a look that was expecting sympathy. I wished I knew how to hiss.
"This is why you called me out this night. Small injury like this?"
"No, come and finish peeling these oranges, I swear I will leak them."
She was begging and she was beautiful. I kept wondering why a girl like her would stick around with a guy like me. Love took over and I was peeling oranges in no time. Then Davido's "If" came up and I joined in. We were actually doing a duet.

"If I tell you say I love you o!!" I sang and she responded.
"My money, my bother na your own o baby!!" she sang in her sweet voice. I eyed her and nearly cut myself open.

"Naza respect yourself, which your body na my own?"
"What do you mean, is it not yours again?" she asked.
"The body that you have refused to allow me touch since this baby came up."
Then my favorite part came up.
"No do no do, no do gra gra for me o."
Fast forward to the "I go shook you shooku shooku part", I sang it with all my heart and she switched off the music.

"See neche," she said and held my arm. "every time is not for shooku shooku. At least relax and appreciate what you have. If  you keep wanting to shook me, then I will have to start suspecting that you don't actually love me, that you are only after my body."
I dropped the orange and held her.
"That is not true naa, I love other part of you as well and you know it."
"Then stop wanting to shook all the time. At least, you should be grateful that my family didn't throw me out because of this pregnancy and we should take things easy small. See me here, I am not going anywhere, I love you and will always be around even though you keep messing up. I won't go. I have taken enough shit from you to walk away."
I was touched and for the first time in my life, I felt real guilty for cheating on her. I brought her closer and placed my lips on her forehead while I rubbed her belly, feeling the little bulge in there.

"Do you think it's a girl?"
She smiled and looked at me.
"I want it to be a boy, I want to know what you looked like when you were born."

I kissed her mouth and she held my lips with her teeth. I was able to Ignore her ass and boobs all those while. A miracle.
"Thank you for sticking with an arsehole like me, even though I have nothing to offer except my dick."
She laughed and punched me playfully.
"You are not going home this night, You will stay here," she was commanding, my opinion didn't matter.
"And your people?" I asked.
"They are tired of fighting with me, they won't bother us."

I made my call to Willie and told him I was sleeping over at Naza's. He was only too glad. He was going to eat my own share of the spaghetti my sister cooked.

I carried my baby and my baby in her to bed and dropped her gently. I locked the door and joined her. She placed her head on my chest.
For the first time, I appreciated what it felt like to sleep beside a girl I really loved and nothing happened. No shooking or any other thing.

I promise a lot of you would really enjoy this if you gave it a try but eventually not me. I love shooku shooku pass Davido. 

So I noticed that a girl can grow from an Emmanuella to  Regina Daniels within a space of 5 years if not shorter and while you are waiting for her to mature, some guys will be chopping her like that. Just like that popular saying, Girls are are like Mango, while you are waiting for them to ripen, some will be eating them with salt.

Like this particular girl in my area. She was like a bamboo like 5 years ago when I first knew her. Fast forward to now, her assets seemed to be way out of this world and like I always say, if she is 15 and her body looks 20 then fucking treat her like she is 20. And I did my age compatibility calculation. My age divided by 2 plus 7. I.e 21 ÷ 2 = 10.5 + 7 = 17.5. Well she should be around 16 so it was close. We could actually start something.

So on a very good day, just after I have gotten my daily dose of TOMENTATION from my pregnant girlfriend, I decided to catch some fresh air, maybe it will help my frustration evaporate. I was just outside our gate when she walked by, dragging her 2 tons of backside along and seemed to be running after her firm boobs. Immediately I saw her, I knew I needed to talk to her.

"Hey you come here!" I called, I was her senior naa so I needed to add some sort of command to my tone. She came and dropped a good evening on me. I nodded with my attention fixed on the upper part of her body, just below her neck. Think whatever you like. Lol.

"What's that your name again?" I asked.
"Chidimma," she replied. She was Ebony and like girls her age had low cut hair. Open teeth. Cute face and beautiful eyes. She could have competed very well with Naza if she was fair.
"Are you in a hurry?"
"Yes, my mom is waiting for me."
I looked around our environment and did a few seconds thinking.
"Let me walk you down, I want to discuss some things with you."
She didn't complain and since her house was just a few meters away, we strolled. I had this aura that would make any girl her age like me easily. At least, she will be bragging that a boy like me talked to her.

I got a little more details about her. In her ss2 and the same class with my our Amara. I'm sure Amara wouldn't mind.
"So you don't have a phone yet?" she nodded and I shook my head.
"Quite a pity. How do we now communicate?"
It was a rhetorical question and she knew that.
"Well, can you always come to my house?"
She nodded. She didn't even ask why I want her to be coming to my house. Girls these days, even the small ones can decode things that are bigger than them.
"See what will happen, can you come out to that field by 6pm today?" I asked, pointing to a nearby field that belonged to a primary school around the corner.
"I'm not sure, but I will try."
Well we got closer to their gate. Our 6pm date fixed. One last look at her boobs and booty and I was done for the minute. Just when I turned on my way home. My father's car screeched to a halt beside me. My heart jumped to my mouth as I stood there.

The passenger side window went down and I saw Willie's teeth shinning at me. I hopped in with relief.
"Where you go naa?" I asked as we moved on.
"I just go give one girl like that heart attack. She just dy form for me because I no dy use ride enter school."
"So how e go?"
"As she just see me inside this ride, she commot bra for me."
He was shinning his teeth as he spoke.
"Shaa, I hope you won't be banging girls inside popsy car. He will smell ur sperm o or you fit forget condom or pant inside."

6pm and I was patrolling the field like a pregnant woman in a maternity ward. 6:15pm and I was already vexing, blaming Chinaza. If she had dropped something for me. I wouldn't be here running after a 16 year old girl. I was going to walk home angrily when I spotted her walking towards me. Her short skirt blowing in the wind, revealing her tempting laps. All my anger evaporated.

"Sorry, I was helping my mother with the food," she said as she got to me.
"Ok, so let's sit."
I held her hand and we walked to nearby seat, made of concrete attached to a classroom block. We sat there and I began my preaching.

".. long and short of it all is that the moment I saw you walking past me, I knew I liked you immediately and would love us to get closer. I don't know if anyone has ever told you but you are very beautiful." I confessed, eyeing her boobs like the discussion was between me and it.
She smiled a thank you and flashed her dimples.
"So can we be friends?" I asked.
"Yes, We are friends already."
"Well that's not the type that I want."
"What type do you want?"
"The type that with everything inclusive. Your heart your body, everything."
My emphasis was more on her body. She smiled and murmured an "I don't know." I only needed to prod further and before we knew wassup, she was already tripping. One thing to another and we were already closer. The next thing and we were on each other. It started with a kiss before my hand started its investigative journalism. I just couldn't wait. The lord blessed us with darkness. The sky was getting darker as the time ticked on.

I was tunning on and off her firm boobs and searching underneath her short skirt while she was grabbing at my Penis. I  held her against our concrete seat and made her legs go 45 degrees apart, her pants were already in her purse by then and my penis was already condomed off. I needed no second baby.
I found out it was a bit easy to penetrate her and she grabbed my shirt the moment it hit her. Kissing me violently like I was resuscitating her. I started my thrust and it dawned on me what I had missed for so long just because that crazy Chinaza was pregnant. I went hard and she received me excellently. She was a good baller.
We were done before her mother would call her home.

My phone rang and I picked. Chinaza was on the line.
"Neche I want orange."
"leave me, go and pluck by yourself."
I cut the phone and faced my latest babe.

"So are we seeing again?" I asked as she brushed the sand off her skirt. She nodded. Why wouldn't she.

Sha sha. I led her home, didn't exactly get to their gate. Then I went home. The time by then was roughly 7:45 pm. Naza was already dropping her 10th missed call. I called her back.

"Neche please come, I am bleeding," she cried. I don't remember exactly how I did it but I think I jumped our gate because I didn't remember opening it. I guess I was falling in love with my unborn baby.

Girlfriends = 23
Side Chics = 27
Bang mates = 12
Crushes = 1 million
Secret Fantasies = 500 million
Milf fantasies = 100
Sugar mommy = 0

I just sketched a rough estimate of my Romance life since when I became aware that men were supposed to run after women. I can't even remember the age I grew that awareness but I can remember playing that infamous game of hide and seek with my classmate back in my nursery 2. Then our teacher would force us to place our heads on the desk and go to sleep. She would give me a blowjob under the desk and then proceed to hide an empty cabin biscuit pack in her pant and ask me to find it with my hand. Y'all know how that would end up right. That doesn't matter though, I doubt if I even knew what I was doing.

So my details up there is to let you know that I am not as bad as most of us here lol. See, its just roughly 23 girlfriends up there since I was born, I know some of us here have more than 23 girlfriends as they are reading this thing now. See I'm actually a little bit of a good boy.

So recently, I decided to meditate on my life a bit. I ended making it all about Chinaza and the pregnancy. I started wondering if there is any other girl in my life I would have preferred to be the one in Chinaza's place.

I remember Maryann, she was so beautiful that I missed receiving holy communion once in the church because I was staring at her. She was 100 yards of everything I wanted and I got her for a period of time. Only problem was that I was 12 and she was 11. We only wrote love letters which we perfumed and rubbed sweet smelling powder on. Apart from that, no other sort of RUBBING took place. I am still looking for her shaa, I hope I find her one day.

Uju, Ujunwa. She was Ebony, a beautiful sort of Ebony. Met her when I just started with Chinaza. Small tits but her ass covered up for what she lacked in Boobs. She gave me the styles that busted my brain, even Cynthia couldn't do that. We hit it off for a while before she got married after her NYSC. I would have loved her to have a baby for me, only problem was that she was 25 and I was 17 and she was Chinaza's aunt. Jeez.

Azuka, she was beautiful and petite with a round ass and perky boobs. Those types of boobs that will flow down and then curve up with the nipple like a banana. She was bad and naughty in a way that I liked and can display her love for you even in the street. I was even shy at times. Can you Imagine. There was no problem with this one. Just that I was sharing her with my guy. While he was writing her text messages, I was reading them to her in her father's bedroom, on the bed each time. We shaa went our way and I didn't miss her much.

Then Jennifer, not the other Jennifer o, a different Jennifer. A combination of my sperm and her eggs would have produced nothing less than a Chris Brown. She had this way of kissing that could cover up for the sex that we never had. We still talk shaa but she is kinda far away from where I am and wouldn't want to take this stress of meeting her when I could easily find a good replica of her and her pussy. Only problem we had was that she only loved me fingering her. If we were still together right now, I know my biceps would have been as huge as. Fingering a girl like that beats hitting the Gym.

Who else, who else, who else? So many of them but I can't remember much again. Now Chinaza seem to be okay to me but I don't just understand her ways these days. I think it's the pregnancy thing. Someone cannot even drink garri and drop spoon for her. She is always wanting one thing or the other and she won't even want to have sex, that's the most annoying one.

That was how I was waiting for Amara to come home from the Market so I can beg her for a little kiss. Even if its 2 seconds. Chinaza called me that she wants fried rice. Me that can't cook jollof rice without over watering it or over salting it. And she said she won't eat take away, that I must cook it myself. The next thing she was threatening to come over to our house if I don't cook it. I don't even know if fried rice is actually fried in the real sense or if it's cooked.
Shaa I agreed to cook. My plan went this way, Amara would come back and when we are done with each other, she would whip up some rice and I will take it over to her.

I was still in my room, whatsapping away on my phone when my door opened. I looked at the door, hoping to see Amara. Chinaza just stood there, scolding me with her eyes.
"So this is where you are cooking the fried rice?"
"See Chianza, I don't even know how to cook rice, can't you just look for something else to eat, maybe garri and soup?"
"No I want fried rice."
She came and sat on the bed, I noticed her tommy was starting to protrude and she walked like a woman in a maternity hospital.

"Just cook me fried rice and we will.... "
She stopped half way and gave me a suggestive wink.
" We will what?" My heart was thumbing like I was checking my semester results.
"Baby, you know nah," she said and winked again. Hehehe, see me see youtube, searching for how to cook fried rice. Luckily, my moms no dy joke with food so all the condiments were there. We didn't have chicken but Fish was in the fridge.
The rice was ready in no time and served in my room. No dulling.

We drank the rice rather than eat it. The water in it no be here. She wanted fried rice. She got it.
"See eh, Neche, I don't want fried rice again. Just cook indomie."
"You are not serious, you will finish it o."
I was getting angry.
"I thought you wanted to do that thing that made me pregnant again?" she said eyeing me with a smile on her face.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"Indomie."

I shaa spent the whole day cooking indomie from there to making tea and back to Pap. In the end, just when she said she wasn't hungry again, after I had brought her Pap, my mother came back.

I spent the rest of the day Washing plates and pots and cleaning the kitchen. The rice went down the wastebasket and the pap with the tea went down Willie's stomach.

Like I always say. If Chinaza's doesn't kill me, I won't die.