INTRIGUING
MOMENT
“Nenye…” Ada called.
“Yes dear.”
“Lest I forget,” said Ada. “I will be leaving
for Abuja tomorrow.”
“Hope all is well?” Nenye verified.
“Of
course,” replied Ada. “My chairman wants to see me.”
“Chairman?”
The two spinsters were undergraduates on one
of the campuses situated in Rivers State, Nigeria and happened to be roommates,
though were of different departments. They met each other during their first year,
twelve months back to be precise, the moment they found themselves on the
campus.
Contrary to Nenye’s lifestyle, Ada was
obviously a flirt both on and outside the campus and her pattern of living was
really telling on her innocent roommate who was wholly devoted to her
academics.
Ada
who could afford anything money could as a student because of her acquaintances
with her so-called sugar daddies, was cajoled into the ugly trend by some of
her schoolmates barely eight weeks after she found herself in the institution.
Funnily enough, as a second year
student, she hardly sat for any course during her semester examinations and at
the end of the day, she would come out with flying colours to her classmates’ greatest
surprise. What she knew how to do best was to cruise around with her friends of
like minds in her red Sport Toyota car bought by one of her countless ‘sugar
daddies’. But whenever she visited home, she wouldn’t dare travelling in the
car so that her parents wouldn’t realize her true self; she would rather go in
a public cab.
“My man, of course.” She boldly and proudly clarified
as they were seated in their apartment, right inside their bedroom.
“Hmm,” Nenye muttered. “So you now have a
man in Abuja?”
“What kind of question is that?” Ada
interrupted, frowning.
“Ada,” Nenye politely called. “When will
you change?”
“When did you become a pastor?” Ada
argued. “Abeg, abeg, abeg.” She urged, waving her right hand.
“Ada,”
Nenye continued. “Is not that I am trying to decide for you.”
Ada was relatively calm as her colleague
dished out her friendly counsel.
“After all, you have your life to live.”
Ada
remained mute, facing the other side of the room.
“But
you should have known that we just resumed for a new session.” Nenye
relentlessly reminded. “Right now, I expected you to be concerned about how
this 200 Level would be…”
Ada
quickly crossed her left leg on the right one, backing the roommate.
“Rather
than travelling from one city to the other.” Nenye landed.
Ada
appeared adamant. “Please, Nenye…” she chipped in. “Spare me these uncalled preaches.”
“Is
not what you think.” Nenye rode on. “I am only trying to let you face reality.”
“Enough
of these,” Ada ranted at the top of her voice. “Please...” She added, stood up
angrily.
“Is
okay, is okay.” Nenye surrendered, waving her two hands.
Both of them were seated on their
16-inch foam which was lying freely on the tiled floor.
“So, what time are you leaving?”
“Now you are talking.” Ada applauded. “This is
what you should have asked since.” She thought aloud, resumed her seat.
This time, she was facing Nenye her
presumed enemy.
“I said, it’s okay,” Nenye urged, paused.
“Ada baby.” She teased her pretentiously.
Ada smiled. “Na wa for you ooh!” She
exclaimed.
“So what time?” Nenye reiterated.
“Well,” said Ada. “I will be going by
flight, as usual.”
“Big girl!” Nenye saluted.
“You won try…?” Ada responded in vernacular.
Nenye smiled in accordance.
“I have asked you to join the winning
team,” Ada chipped in. “But you wouldn’t listen.”
“Don’t even go there.” Nenye warned.
It’s noteworthy that Ada had been
persuading her to join the trend but she consistently rebutted the proposal.
“I
am sorry.” Ada said. “That was slip of tongue.”
Nenye
became really unhappy over the utterance.
Ada,
having observed the bad mood, hastily moved to where she was seated. “I am sorry
nah.” She repeated, tenderly shaking Nenye’s body with her right hand.
Nenye
smiled. “I have heard you.” she uttered. “So what time is your flight?”
“Emm..,” said Ada. “10am.”
“Okay,”
Nenye dished out. “I wish you safe journey.”
“Thank
you, darling…” Ada appreciated.
* * * * * *
“So, how was the trip?” Nenye enquired.
“My dear,” Ada said. “Enough torri dey ooh!” She
replied in pidgin English, which literally meant there was a lot to discuss.
It
was few minutes after Ada’s arrival from Abuja where she spent a night with her
newest sugar daddy called Chief Akin.
Nenye sat on their blue reading chair,
which was paired with a blue plastic table; she was busy with her assignments.
Whilst, Ada who just had a cool shower was standing with a white tower tied
round her gorgeous waist; she was plump, chocolate, and about 5.2-foot tall –
she was apparently naturally endowed.
“So
gist me.” Nenye inquisitively said.
“My dear,” Ada rode on. “Chief Akin is
stinkingly rich.”
“Who’s Chief Akin?”
“The
man I went to see in Abuja nah.” quoth Ada. “My newest chairman.” She
supplemented, smiling.
“Hmm…” Nenye murmured, shook her head. “The
people you date are men that are as old as your father.” She thought aloud.
Ada was calm.
“If
not older.” She landed.
“And
so?” Ada nagged. “Provided they give me what I want.”
Nenye
was silent.
“Or,
you want me to move with these boys that can’t even give someone up to 20k per
night?”
“Hmm…” Nenye sighed, shook her head for
several seconds. “You can’t stop amusing me.”
There
was silence.
“Well,
you still haven’t gist me about the trip.”
“Are
you not the one dampening my spirit?” Ada responded, sat on their foam that was
situated beside the reading chair where her roommate was seated. “Chief took me
out for a shopping.”
Nenye repositioned herself as the story
began, became curious.
“You
wouldn’t believe it.” She proceeded. “He bought me gold this, gold that…”
“Serious?” Nenye enquired.
“Are
you doubting me?” Ada said, quickly brought her handbag and opened it to
Nenye’s delight. “Check this out.” She proudly enjoined.
Obviously,
the handbag was loaded with all kinds of gold to include necklace, earrings,
wristwatch, and what have you.
“Eeye…!”
Nenye exclaimed, astonished.
To
be continued, please.
FDN Nwaozor
Executive Director, Docfred Resource Hub - Owerri
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