I merely brushed my teeth and strolled out to a popular spot where the guys in my hood normally met to sample passing girls , discuss the games they were going to stake on or talk about how posh their wedding in Dubai will be when they can ’ t even afford a plate of rice for their girlfriends .
I sat in the company of some guys who like me had nothing to do that morning . They were talking about how Manchester United destroyed their various tickets . I was just there listening and hissing .
Like 5 minutes after i got there. Across the road from where we sat , a fight was about to break out between two teenage girls , one was light skinned and the other was Chocolate . We paid little attention to them . Everybody had his own problem . I Managed to grab some words from their vulgar exchange . They were fighting over some guy.
Before long , they were both pulling at each other. They had no hair on their head so they resorted to pulling on their clothes. I was expecting the guys with me to go and do something, instead they sat and just stared at them while they continued calling on their village deities on man u ’s head . Me too , i stared on like i was live on MONDAY NIGHT RAW.
“I swear that girls breast has stretch marks ” one of the guys with me shouted.
As if on cue , the chocolate girl tore at the light skinned girls top and a part of her breast showed . There were clear marks on it.
The guys shouted Heeeeey .
I looked at the guy and asked him how he knew about the stretch mark .
“Guy you be learner o , So u no know say na because of me them dy fight ” the guy told me with a thick mark of indifference on his face . I looked at him with utter disbelief , got up , wiped the dust from my trouser and left them . I looked once more at the girls , they were already as dirty as they can be and were pinning each other on the electric pole . I could hear the guys change their topic . They were talking about stealing the wire on the pole since nepa hardly brought light.
I hissed and continued on my way to Ifunanya ’ s house. My dreams usually come true and i needed that watch.
Konji is a bastard son of a thousand fathers .
So i was in a bus on my way to the market to buy a trouser for church service . The next day being Sunday and i needed to look good for that girl that had caught my eyes since the first day i saw her.
My Facebook messenger binged . I opened it and it was my new Ghana girl . She said hi , i said hello. We started our usual chats. I usually don’ t like going far with girls that i ’ m sure wont be of any benefit to me . So our chat was mainly about what she ate , how she ate , the color of what she ate and who cooked what she ate . You know the usual Facebook chat .
So i decide to check out her Facebook photos once more . I saw she had uploaded new pictures . These ones were clearer than the ones she uploaded in the past.
I seemed to notice that all her features were clearer here and she has joined Facebook bad gang. The ones that purposely flash their boobs and booty at the camera . My Hot mind set it.
So i decided to take the convo deeper .
Me : so what are you doing?
Her : I ’ m about to take my bath , u ?
Me : well, am on my way to the market . So can i join you in the bath ?
Her : sure , i will increase the bath water .
Me : just pull off and wait for me .
Her : kk , I ’ m waiting boo……
The convo got more kinky. My joystick had already tripled in size . We were both enjoying ourselves .
We were at the peak of it all when the bus came to a halt . My joystick was still as hard as olumo rock . I looked up from my phone and everybody was alighting from the bus . I noticed i had gotten where i was supposed to get down . The conductor looked at me .
Me : I never reach my bus stop naa
Conductor : Oga na here we dy stop o .
I looked at him with sweat all over me and observed my joystick ,. In my mind i was like “Oga go down naa ”.
Only God knows how i managed to leave there that day with my erection .
These days . I have learnt to pocket my phone anytime I ’ m in a bus…
Tbc
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