Why I Want To Be Bad 2



I like Kid Cudi music. I’m not trying to advertise or anything like that bit his music speaks to my soul. Why I said that? I have no freaking idea, but now that I’ve said it, let me introduce myself to you.

My name is Henry but you can call me Henry, see what I did there? Anyway, I school at Yaba College of technology which would be from now on be called Yaba-Tech and I’m a third year electrical engineering student. I’m bright, smart, wise and really talented or at least that how I like to think of myself.

I love music but just like Maxwell, my room mate, I hate anything Justin Bieber, One Direction and 5 Seconds of Summer, what a band name. Bunch of gay white boys.

I’m a very reserved person, I love my privacy and I like minding my business and I hate unnecessary gists. I love being alone not because I’m a loner but because that’s just my kind of person, so that’s why I wasn’t really the most excited person in the world when Maxwell came home a day ago or two days ago, not really sure, but he came and started whining in my ears about a new chick he met.

“O boy, you need to see this chick,” he had said the added, “she too set die.”

I hummed weakly since I was really interested in the conversation. Maxwell is a womaniser, a player, a casanova, a lecher a Whatever-you-like-to-call-him and he meets new chick everyday so meeting a new chick wasn’t really a headline news. The story always ended same way, he dumped them after using them. The only girl he probably haven’t used since I have known him is one of his multiple girlfriends like that, Mary-anne. From what he told me, she’s a virgin and he doesn’t want to be the one who would do the bad deed. I believe him.

“She dey stay for this lodge, she been move into the room under our own yesterday,” he continued.

“You follow am talk?” I asked, getting interested. Maxwell had a policy of not dating girls that lived in the same building as him, he felt it was safer that way.

“Sure na, you no trust me?” He asked rhetorically with a smile and then went ahead to give me a well detailed gist of how he had flirted a little with her before helping her to carry a ridiculously ugly pink box (his words) and then pecking her on the chicks before going for football training. I knew the peck part was a lie… It didn’t even fit the whole story at all.

“So how the package dey go now, you don call am?” I asked.

“Not yet oh, I no wan rush things.” He replied. I wanted to laugh at how stupid and strange he sounded but decided it wasn’t worth the stress.

“Na you sabi,” I replied finally and then I was saved by the bell. My phone started ringing. I stared at the screen for a short while and as I saw the caller ID, my mind took me back to recall the events of the past, two weeks ago to be more specific. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to pick the call or not.

“Who dey call you?” Maxwell asked as he changed to casual clothing, he had just returned from church. I always wonder why he deceives himself by going to church so often. To each, his own, I guess.

“Na one chick like that,” I replied vaguely and picked the call.

“What’s up?” I said as I walked to the balcony.

“I’m fine, how about you?” The caller replied.

“Not bad. Are you still at school?” I asked in an attempt to sound casual.


“Alright, cool. Hope you day wasn’t stressful, I replied, trying to keep the conversation going.

“No, not at all.” The caller replied coldly.

“Why are you sounding this way?” I asked. A short silence followed.

“I want to see you, we need to talk.” The caller replied. One thing you need to know about females is the only use the phrase “we need to talk” when there is trouble and I’ve always tried to avoid hearing it but I guess I didn’t try enough.

“I’m coming over,” I replied with a loud sigh and hung up.



I’m new to a lot of things. Night clubs, boys, drinking, back stabbing bitches and sex… Yes, sex.

I was brought up in a Deeper Life church home. I didn’t even have the luxury of watching television as my parents refused to buy one, I still don’t understand how watching television would have made me go to hell. Certain religious believes makes me just confused. That was basically how growing up was, try to picture that and maybe you’ll get to understand why I may sound so naïve sometimes.

I am 21 and I only just lost my virginity two weeks ago to the person I least expected to give it to… Henry.

It would have be cool and a little justifiable if he was my boyfriend but he isn’t, rather he is my boyfriend’s room mate.

How it happened? I really can’t say all I know is a bottle of Baileys and about one thousand naira worth of Suya was involved before my panties were pulled off. The funny thing is I don’t really regret it as Henry is a really cool guy and I really like him so what’s the big deal, I’m an adult after all and its just sex, nothing serious can happen between us because he is so secretive and there’s something sinister about him that I can’t really figure out. That’s what I’ve been telling myself all week in an attempt to deceive myself. Truth is I’ve always had a thing for Henry since day one.

I had paid Maxwell a visit a day after we met at a night club – that was my first time of going clubbing. His self contain apartment was well furnished. They had basically everything from a split air conditioner to an expensive looking game console attached to a ’42 inches Samsung LCD television.

Maxwell had introduced me to Henry as his wife even though he hadn’t paid my bride price and Henry had complement on how beautiful I was and then went ahead to say “awon Iyawo wa! So you are the Mary-anne Maxwell has been talking about all week.” Boys! I had thought and chuckled lightly.

“What’s funny?” Henry had asked.

“I just met her yesterday at the club,” Maxwell replied grinning and Henry’s chick grew red in embarrassment.

“You understand as e dey go na?” Henry said with a warm smile and I saw his full features clearly for the first time. He had dimples, pink lips and even though he didn’t have a hot body as Maxwell, he was close enough.

I smiled in response and Henry left the house few minutes later as I tried to get comfy. He returned shortly afterwards and without saying a word to neither me or Maxwell, he walked to the balcony. Soon enough I heard the sound of a match stick being struck which was followed by the smell of smoke. Weed smoke.

I totally fought the urge to ask questions and just talked with Maxwell as we got to know ourselves better. Maxwell didn’t attempt to woo me, let alone touch me and being the naïve girl I am, that was enough reason to call him a good guy, so when he finally wooed me few weeks later, I accepted. This meant I got to see Henry a lot and of course we grew closer as friends which explains why he was at my house a week ago with a bottle of Baileys and a nylon bag filled with Suya.

A friend of mine had died, she had a hole in her heart so I was really sad and updated my whatsapp status as – God giveth and God taketh, Henry probably saw this and buzzed me. He was curious about what was going wrong and I refused to talk about it so he stopped replying me. Thirty minutes later he was at my door steps and well you know the rest.

Now, enough of the reminiscing and back to the present.

There is a problem. A very serious problem. Its been two weeks since I saw Henry let alone talk to him and since my conscience is judging I have seen Maxwell neither. But the problem is really tough and that’s why I called my Henry, my “friend” over to my house not long ago.

Just because courtesy demands it, let me introduce myself to you. My name is Mary-anne and I’m pregnant.


Your reactions are highly needed.


Why I Want To Be Bad 1

Well, here’s a new series. Hope you love it.



My name is Funmi. A 19 years old in my first year at the Yaba College of Technology, simply known as Yaba-Tech. All my life I’ve been behind locked doors, literally speaking. My dad had made sure of that, well, not until about three months ago when I got admission at Yaba-Tech.

Dad, as expected had made sure I schooled in Lagos so it would be easy to lock me up for a longer time but after much persuasion or about a month, he finally agreed to let me stay at school but with certain conditions which included I visited home every weekend and I stayed off-campus in any lodge of his choice. It wasn’t a really fair deal but it was sure faired that going to school from home daily.

I left home for school about a day ago which was a Sunday. The sun that’s particular day was scorching hot perhaps because of the “Sun” in Sunday or something. Dad had made sure I followed him to church and he had taken me to see the priest privately who prayed for me, advised me and all of that crap. Pardon me but I’m not keen on the religion thing.

Dad drove for four straight hours with very minimal traffic on the road before finally cruising through the gates of a three story building. Far enough, I thought.

The building was painted ash and brown with a really stylish flower impression pasted all over the walls. Its “U” shape gave it a uniquely nice look. “Not bad,” I murmured as I quickly scanned the lodge.

“Its Mega Hilton,” Dad said as though he heard me.

“What?” I asked, not really getting his point.

“Mega Hilton,that’s the name of the lodge,” he explained.

“Oh! Okay.” I replied as I opened the door and walked to the car trunk to take out my box. Dad had already furnished my apartment some day back so all I really had to carry was my box of clothes, a small cute pink 20 inches long box, and my laptop which had a bad of its own and don’t worry, its black, not pink.

By the time I had pulled the box out of the car, I heard the sexiest baritone voice ever, “I can help you if only you ask nicely,” he said.

I turned to look at the person who spoke and my eyes were welcomed by a very warm smile. He was well built, slightly taller than me and was putting on a complete Real Madrid kit with a knapsack which I suspected was home to his football spikes. I watch a lot of football and I’m a Barcelona fan so I wasn’t really impressed by the jersey.

“I’m just kidding,” he said, snapping me back to reality. I had been lost in my thoughts thinking about why he couldn’t have supported any other club at all.

“You okay?” He asked.

“YeaIAmGreat.” I finally replied, rushing my words and making them sound like just one word. I was nervous and you know how some people stammer when they are angry? Well this is what I do when I’m nervous.

“So…?” He asked, looking at me as if I was supposed to know what he was talking about.

“So what?” I asked.

“The box and you asking me ni…”

“Funmilayo!” My dad suddenly interrupted. I had forgotten he was still there, he had an inquisitive love on his face.

“Good afternoon sir, I’m Maxwell,” the Madrid-Jersey-wearing-guy said, his sexy baritone voice had been replaced by a confident baritone voice. “Seems you’re new here, I was just offering to help with the box and show you around,” he added as he noticed my dad inquisitive look was still on.

“Oh! Alright,” Dad said after a few seconds of silence. “You live here right?”

“Yes sir,” he replied.

“Okay, take us to room 39.” Dad said with a note of finality. He always does that, he likes bossing people around.

“Sure, that’s just directly above my room,” Maxwell replied with a grin and I can swear he stylishly winked at me in a way only me saw it. I smiled.

He picked up the box and led the way through the northern stairway, Mega Hilton has three stairways all leading upstairs, the architect of the building sure knew what he was doing. There were exactly 63 apartments so that explains the “Mega” in its name.

Maxwell left once he had dropped the box at the door, he said something about being late for training and encouraging me to ask him for anything at all if I’m in need. My dad pulled him aside and after saying somethings silently to him, he took Maxwell’s number and that was it, Maxwell was gone. I was sure dad was probably giving Maxwell the “can I trust you speech?” And also telling Maxwell to keep an eyes on me, being bossy again, like I said, he always does that. Dad left shortly afterwards.

I had a feeling I was going to be be seeing Maxwell a lot and he was probably going to try and do as my dad said, watching over me but that wasn’t a big deal, all I knew was I finally had my freedom.



Before I introduce myself or do any of all that formalities let me start by saying this, Maxwell is a child of God and a born again Christian. Not joking.

Now, for the formalities, my name is Maxwell, just in case you haven’t figured that out yet. I’m a 3rd Year Computer Science student at Yaba-Tech and I love Jesus. Still not joking.

My hobbies include going to church on Sundays, Wednesdays for mid-week service and Saturdays – seriously still not joking, I drum for my church choir, I don’t sing at all, singing isn’t my strong point but nevertheless, its safe to say I’m a chorister. So since technically, I’m a chorister, and the choir practice on Saturdays, I have to be at church every Saturday, so that explains the Saturday church going.

My other hobbies include reading, although this don’t apply to academic books which actually matters. I can read anything and basically everything, let me just say I’m one of those people who actually read the Terms and Conditions when opening a twitter account and I even go as far as reading the ingredients on the Dove Rich Nourishing Body Moisturiser, did you know they used an acid to make the body cream, Linoleic Acid to be specific, not exactly your ideal hazardous acid but hey! Its still an acid.

And finally I love football – repping Real Madrid FC and Music. Just like reading, I listen to everything except Justin Beiber and One direction. I fucking loathe them! Tiny gay things. My opinion.

Basically, I live a simple and God fearing life or at least I try to, just that the issues of the flesh can be so overwhelming sometimes. I’m handsome, really comfortable financially and talented – I play four musical instruments really well. Although I love the dude, my room mate, Henry, is a free spirited do-whatever-I-like-and-take-life-unseriously stoner, so you can only imagine how hard my life is.

I have two girlfriends. Amaka, a really slutty girl and fun girl who nags a lot and Mary-anne, a really churchy girl who compared to Amaka is no fun. The irony of this is I met Amaka at a church and Mary-anne at a night club. Looks can be deceiving.

Just between you and I, I don’t love neither of them, I just like them, I really like them. I’ve never really believed in love, I don’t think its the way people portray it, you know those people who regard love as a do or die affair and all of that. Me? I just try to balance my life and do whatever makes me happy but something unusual happened yesterday.

I was going for training. I’m on my departmental football team and we had the Dean’s Cup forthcoming. So we had to train if we wanted to retain bragging rights for an additional session. Yes, we are the current champions.

Anyway, as I walked out of the stairway into the quadrangle of the building, I lived in Mega Hilton, my eyes stumbled upon the prettiest thing I had ever seen. “It” was a girl. An about 5.8 feet tall beauty cladded in a dark blue jean and a light blue flower patterned top, thinking of it now, it’s really just a casual wear but it looked angelic at that moment.

She was struggling with a ridiculously ugly pink box, it was so big that from my calculations, two people her size could enter the box if they were keen to… Okay I’m just exaggerating but it was really big. Get my point?

The box was a good distraction but not good enough to totally distract me from the beauty that wielded it. I was no doubt attracted to her at first sight and as I watched in amusement as she struggled to pull the box out of the trunk, I felt butterflies in my stomach… Whatever that means.

If I was dumb enough to believe love exists and maybe go as far as believing love at first sight, I would have said this is one of those love-at-first-sight scenarios, but gladly, I’m not dumb. Love do not exist.

“I can help you if you ask nicely,” I said as I walked up to her. I finally decided standing and staring at her wasn’t a genius idea.

As soon as I said that, she gave me The Look. The Look as I call it is the first look of surprise a girl gives me when I try to act sexy and funny, you see, I don’t really look like the sweet talker kind of guy so I get The Look always.

“I’m just kidding,” I said to break the ear deafening silence that followed. The Look always made me slightly uncomfortable.

“You okay?” I added.

“YeaIAmGreat,” she finally replied rather fast. A quick tongue, I assumed.

“So…?” I asked, trying to bring back the box topic.

“So what?” She asked.

“The box and you asking me ni…” I was about to say when her dad who I hadn’t noticed at all interrupted me.

“Funmilayo,” he had said. I naturally assumed the Lady in blue was who he was referring to. Funmilayo, nice name, I thought.

“Good afternoon sir, I’m Maxwell,” I said as I noticed the inquisitive look on his face. I got no reply but I further read the look on his face and it seemed like he was asking me “so what can I do for you?”

“Seems you are new here, I was just offering to carry the box and show you around,” I replied the unanswered question.

“Oh! Alright. You live here right?” He finally asked, out loud this time.

“Yes sir.”

“Okay, take us to room 39.” He said authoratively. I beamed out of joy as I heard this.

“Sure, that’s just directly above my room,” I said and then played a risky card. I quickly winked at Funmi, hoping her dad won’t notice. He didn’t and Funmi smiled. I picked up the box and lead the way.

On getting to her room door, I suddenly remembered I was late for training and had to hurry so I gave Funmi the usual formality lines and just as I was about to go, he dad pulled me aside. My heart skipped a beat. He definitely saw the wink and wanted to warn me or even at worse threaten me to leave his daughter or something like that. I shouldn’t have winked.

“There are good people and there are bad people, Maxwell are you a good person?” He asked me in a very low tone. I was surprised by the question but nodded in the affirmative.

“I want to trust you, can I do that?” He asked.

“Errr… Yes sir, you can,” I found myself saying. I probably replied out of curiosity. I personally won’t advice anybody to trust anybody at all, especially not me because, well, my ways are quite complex.

“Oluwafunmilayo is my only daughter, my jewel and my last kid. Take care of her for me.” He said and I could see from looking at his eyes that he trusted me fully already. How can people trust so easily? I thought, perhaps everyone has a breaking point, my subconscious replied.

“I’ll do my best sir,” I replied, that’s the best answer I could come up with.”

“Good. I know you would. Give me your phone number so I can call you from time to time to check on things,” he said and gave me his number, “feel free to call me anytime too for any assistance you might need,” he added.

I gave him the number and left with one thought on my mind… Would Funmi go to church with me?

I’m still not joking, or am I?.


#MCLS: EPISODE 15 & 16



‘MICHAEL!’ was all what Sandra could say before she turned and ran out of the room crying.

‘its not what you think Sandy!’ I said while running after  her

‘just leave me alone asshole, just let me be!’ she screamed at me when I finally caught up with her after chasing her literally half of the whole street.

Nigerians being their usual selves were already coming outta their shops and houses, while others where looking through their windows in other to have a ‘first person view’ of the Steven Spielberg movie that was showing life in their presence.

‘Sandra am so sorry, its not what you think’ I replied holding her hands really tight.

‘ok, whats not what I think Michael?! You were kissing a half naked girl in your room and you telling me its not what I think?’ she said

‘I can explain if you let me’ I replied

‘ok then, start explaining, I’m all ears!.. I’m kinda curious of what lie you gonna tell me this time’

‘ok, well, I was just…I was just…just’ I stammered. At this point I quickly turned on my thinking faculty to think of a suitable lie and excuse but I was all fruitless. I couldn’t think of any reasonable explanation.

‘Tell her its your sister,…no don’t be stupid, tell her she is just a friend who you were teaching… Teaching with her naked? Yea right! Daft you’ I thought

‘well, you were just what Michael?’ she asked, bringing me back to reality.

‘I was just…’ I sighed then ‘I really dunno, I’m so sorry’ I finally said, giving up.

‘I thought as much, you can’t always be sorry, you know?’ she said I walked out on me.

I considered chasing her again but I decided giving her time would be better and besides I had nothing to say to her, so I just headed home.

I thought you said you had no girlfriend? So you lied?’ Ify, who had already dressed up, packed her things and was waiting at the gate for me asked.

The urge to give her a slap crossed my mind but I thought ignoring her would be less dramatic and I wasn’t ready to give the whole street a part two of another steven spielberg movie. So I just ignored her and walked to the house
she said somethings at me but I wasn’t really interested anymore so I still ignored her, she just walked away too.

On getting home I had another drama waiting for me, Urch and Tayo were ready and had prepared very well to tease me;

‘oboi you no sabi oh, how you go let them catch you?’ Tayo asked rhetorically
‘the guy na learner oh,’ Urch replied, playing along

‘I dey open school wey I go teach boys wey no sabi like you how to run package, better enroll because form go soon finish o’ Tayo said again.

I couldn’t take anymore so I stormed out of the house in frustration before Urch made his own statement. I could hear them laugh a laugh of victory in the background.

I walked aimlessly for a while before I saw a bar somewhere around the house.
‘SENIOR MEN BAR…..NO CREDIT TODAY, COME TOMORROW’ was written on a board at the front of the bar… I thought it was weird and funny tho.

I ordered for a my first bottle of  Heineken with the intention of getting drunk in other to forget the whole Sandra incidence.

Moments later I was on my 7th bottle but strangely I was still sober and my thoughts were really eating deep.

‘Michael you are a fool o, how could you do this to yourself, what are you going to do now, infact you are a moron…’ I kept judging my self mentally

After my 9th bottle and still no effect on me, I decided going home to sleep was a bright idea.

So I stood up and headed for the door when suddenly a voice said;

‘oga, you no go pay, abi na charity you think say I dey do for here?’ it was the barman talking

‘oh, chairman no vex jhur, my mind no dey here’ I replied , remembering I hadn’t paid for the bottles.

But then something happened, I dipped my hand into my pocket to bring out my wallet but it wasn’t there, so I checked other pockets and literally searched my whole body down to my boxers but still no wallet found.

I checked the table I sat on and the surroundings hoping i t had fallen and sharp boys haven’t seen it but no show.

‘err…err..bros abeg I no fit find my wallet’ I replied the barman who was staring impatiently at me.

The barman laughed for a long while then came closer to me, I could now see his arms muscles which made my hand look like a skeleton. He had two scars on his face that I assumed is evidence of a broken bottle fight that he obviously won. In summary, this guy was like ‘the rock’ and I was like Osita Iheme of  Aki and Paw Paw to him.

After cracking all his fingers and his neck which made really loud sounds, he looked down on me and asked;

‘wetin you talk now now?’


So there I stood hopelessly at the front of this gigantic figure who was ready to beat ‘MIC’ out of my name and leave me with ‘HEAL’. I was really confused and scared, then I started weighing my options in my head;

‘guy turn and just runaway’ I thought

‘Ode, you no do speed and distance for physics in secondary school? If you try run, the guy go catch you before you reach door’ I concluded that running wasn’t an option.. So I thought deeper and finally said;

‘errm, chairman, you fit take my slippers and belt , infact take my shirt too, so I go run go house go bring money’ I was shaking.

‘so you wan make I hold this your flat slippers and you fake ‘reebok’ shirt wey den write ‘rccbok’ instead?!’. I was about wondering how he could spot the difference between an original reebok shirt and a fake one when he then gave me one punch out of annoyance, I was in mid-air falling when he caught me and jacked me up, I swear, my feet weren’t touching the ground at this moment.

‘bros no vex, na play I dey play with you oh’ I replied with that kinda fake smile Mr president had on when he was eating that cassava bread on NTA (shey una remember?).

‘So you dey use me play abi?’ he asked with his voice raised, he then gave me another punch, on receiving the second punch my brain started working twice as hard as before and then I got an idea just when he was about giving me a 3rd punch!

‘Ermm.. You fit borrow me your phone make I call my people for house so them go bring money come?’ I asked hoping I hadn’t made a wrong statement.

‘So you drink my 9 bottles and you wan chop my credit too abi?’ he asked

‘No oh, no be so, I go add money for credit too’ I replied quickly.

He dropped me and released me of his grip then went to bring the phone while I coughed and tried to catch my breath after the near death experience.

‘Oya, take am’ he gave me a Nokia torch light phone that had no back cover but instead he used a rubber band to hold the battery in place.

‘So na this palasa phone this guy they use show himself?’ I thought and took the phone anyway. But then I was face with another problem! The only number I knew off hand belongs to someone who won’t want to talk to me right now, but I had no option so I dialed the number.

‘hello’ I said when the person picked
‘yea, hi, please who is this?’ the receiver asked

I thought saying ‘its Michael’ but I knew the receiver would hung up so I tried another approach.

‘baby, its me, don’t hang up please, I’m in trouble’, I said

‘Michael? Is that you?’, she asked, Sandra asked recognizing my voice.

‘yes, please don’t hang up’ I replied

‘hmm, ok, whats the problem’ she asked getting worried

‘when you walked out from me, I went…’ I told her the whole story down to my present situation

‘hmm, ok, so how much I we talking about here’ I quickly did a rough calculation and said;

‘about 3k sha’

‘that’s much oh, but lemme see what I can do, where exactly is the bar?’she asked, I told her the whole description, I even told her the colour of the bar self, then I hung up and returned the phone to the barman who was already attending to other customers.

All I had to do was to sit and wait for someone who I broke her heart barely a week after she gave it to me to save me from death.

Thoughts of her not coming just to get back at me crossed my mind but my doubt was cleared when in my deep thoughts…

‘that’s the money’ she said dropping the money on the table and turned to leave without saying another word.

I quickly grabbed it settled the bills and ran after Sandra, I didn’t even wait for the barman to say anything, but I could hear something like…

‘if them born you well come here again’ in the background, maybe from the barman but I couldn’t care any lesser because I had a more important thing on my mind.

I finally caught up with Sandra who was about boarding a bike home, or so I thought

‘All this lazy girls wey no no wetin to use money do sha, see short distance wey this girl no fit waka’ I thought.

‘what is it this time Michael?!’ she asked when I tapped her from behind.

‘ermm, just wanted to say thanks for helping me’ , I said

‘No problem,is that all?’ she asked

I actually wanted to apologize again but seeing her slightly wet eyes and the way she asked the question, I guessed it wasn’t the right time.

‘yea that’s all’ I said and watched her go, for the first time in years, I felt my eyes getting watery.



I finally walked back home, it was pretty late already and wasn’t really in the mood to talk to anyone so I just went straight to the room and cried more till I slept off.

I had little hope of things getting any better the following day, but I just had to wait for day to break to see what fate has in stock for me.


After the whole Sandra, Ify, Mr muscular barman and Urch + Tayo whining day, days and a couple of weeks passed without me really being myself, I did almost everything absentmindedly.

How else do you guys expect me to feel nah? After I hadn’t seen Sandra for months, I wasn’t really sure if she was just avoiding me or just wasn’t available.
Urch and Tayo noticed the changes and became strangely nice to me, doing weird stuffs like cooking and giving me the bigger ration, inviting me to parties and clubbing which I hardly accepted, but when I did accept, I just sit on a spot and drink away my sorrows.

I was really devastated. I just couldn’t forgive myself for breaking Sandra’s heart, so asking her for forgiveness wasn’t really an option.

Then something happened, I had an August visitor.

I had just gotten home after a very hectic day in school, I had like four C.A tests in one day, exams were getting really close and I couldn’t focus on anything apart from thoughts of Sandra.
Urch who doesn’t knock on a normal day knocked on this fateful day before entering the room. I had thrown my pouch and shirt under the bed, and was lying like a dead man on the bed, trying to rest, but I still told him to come in.

‘Some people are here to see you’ Urch said with just his head beyond the door.

‘Some people ke? Which people ?’ I asked not remembering inviting anybody over.

‘I dunno, see them yourself’ he said and opened the door wide enough for me to see four unexpected people.

Wizzy my course rep, Amaka who is Sandra’s roommate, Ify the whore and Chisom who was Urch girlfriend (note the use of ‘was’, Urch finally broke up with Chisom for reasons I didn’t care to know).

As I saw them I quickly stood up and invited them in then offered them seats, I wasn’t quite sure what they were here for, but I was to find out in due time.

‘Michael how far nah?’ wizzy was the first to speak

‘I’m fine o, how about you?’ I replied

‘Me just dey oh’ he then said

‘This one all of una come visit me, hope say I dey safe oh?’ I finally asked hoping they would state their reason for the august visit and save me from having a curiosity attack.

‘You are safe oh, its just that you know we are one family nah’ by saying ‘we’ , Wizzy was referring to my whole department, since he was elected as the course rep, he usually uses the ‘we are one family’ to start all his course rep speeches.

‘Yes nah, that one is sure, but I didn’t really expect you and all this people here, or am I sick?’ I asked trying to joke and reduce the tension that was rising in the atmosphere.

It worked because everyone in the room laughed, even Urch and Tayo who had join the gang in the room, I also suspected they are the ones who organized the ‘get together’.

‘hmm, you are not sick oh, its just that your roommate Tayo came and told me of your weird behavior, which I and the whole department had observed during lectures too’ he cleared his throat and continued… ‘we don’t mean to intrude in your privacy but we can’t see one of our own go through certain things and do nothing, so we did some research and it somehow linked us to Ify, who told us her part of the story…’ at this point I gave Ify the ‘did you tell them EVERTHING’ look, and she looked away which confirmed my question…

Wizzy continued;

‘So we are aware of the whole Sandra thing and we tried getting to her through her roommate, Amaka, who told us Sandra too has been acting really weird and avoiding you so…’

‘wait wait wait!!! What exactly are you trying to do here?’ I couldn’t take it anymore nor understand what was really happening here so I interrupted wizzy.

‘See, we just want our super active, intelligent Michael back, that’s all, we are trying to help’ he replied

‘Sandra doesn’t want me no more and I understand, infact if I were in her shoes, I won’t take me back!’ I said with mixed feelings, no sure if I should be angry or sad.

‘you sabi jump into conclusion oh’ Tayo said

‘hmm, what do you mean? Isn’t it obvious? I f you can’t see the plain fact here, I’ll show you’ I brought out my phone and opened my messages showing him the sixty two messages I had sent Sandra and the one reply I got from her which said;


Wizzy took the phone read about three and passed the phone to silly Tayo who was like;

‘oboi do fast read make I read my own jhur abi na only you like love message?’ everybody laughed a little, even I.

‘so you see, in as much as I don’t want to accept it, I and Sandra are just over’ I said

‘you can’t be too sure Mikey’ Amaka who had been quite all along said.

‘hmm, don’t you guys understand English? Anyway, they say ‘na person wey dey wear the shoe know where hin dey pain am’ I said and stood up to leave the room for them.


Someone walked in and blocked the door.

Before looking at the face, I could perceive the fragrance of the perfume the person had on and I knew only person who smelt that way… but didn’t want to believe it so I looked up at the face to confirm the fifth august visitor


#MCLS: Episode 13 & 14



We both entered the house and was welcomed by the sight of Urch and Chisom who were doing more than kissing this time,

‘so this is the girl that used to disturb my life everyday to go to church?’ I thought, referring to churchy Chisom who Urch had already pushed on the couch and was busy squeezing her bo*bs like he and the bo*bs were enemies.

I and Ify both acted like we saw nothing and headed straight to the room

My room by the way isn’t really my room in the real sense. As stated earlier, I was squatting with Urch and Tayo, but i had plans of maybe leaving as soon as my foot is solid on the ground.

Also the house in question is a custom ‘1 room and palour’ , so the three of us basically shared the 1 room which was painted blue. While there was a big queen sized bed at the extreme end of the room in which Urch and Tayo slept on, I slept on a typical hostel sized bed which I had no idea what it was doing in the house, but I usually hid it behind a curtain during the day. The whole house was tiled so no need for a rug or carpet.

I considered offering Ify a chair but…

‘If she sits on the bed, there would be a higher chance for you to… You know’ my mischievous mind thought and I agreed with it.

So I pointed at bed and asked her to sit on it’ she obeyed without hesitation

‘what can I offer you’ I asked afterwards

‘just water would do, thanks’

‘Ok, a drum of water coming up in a minute’ I replied smiling, then left to bring the water.

‘Is this you?’ Ify asked when i got back with her water. She was pointing at a framed picture of me when i was really young which was placed on the drawer.

Why a picture of the 12 years old version of me was framed and taken with me to anywhere I went to, is a story for another day.

‘yea, that’s me, don’t laugh oh’ I replied

she giggled a little then said…

‘you look rather cute here, so what happened to you na?’she asking, obviously teasing me.

‘Ermm, what do you expect after I fought beside Ojukwu during the civil war?’ I asked, joking of course.

She busted out in laughter on hearing my silly reply, when she was done laughing she finally said
‘you? Ojukwu? War? If I hear!!’

‘Hehehe, you are the one that asked a jamb question nah, so I gave you a jamb reply’ I replied, then gave her the water and joined her on the bed…

‘so are we going to study today?’ she suddenly asked maybe not feeling too comfortable

‘yea, sure, do you have your text book and course outline with you?’

‘of course na, I even brought the two recommended text and I have a snapped picture of the outline because I could write it jhur’

‘hmmm, lazy girl’ I teased

she then brought out her two phones, dropped the bold 5 and after opening the picture of the outline, she gave me the phone

I had a quick view of the course outline expecting to see all those basic concepts of economic, scarcity, want, choice etc but rather I saw stuffs like revenue, taxation and all those really hard part of economic i didn’t know talk less of teach someone.

I gave a heavy sigh when i saw demand and supply in the outline.

‘Ok,these are really easy topics oh, but lets just start with the one the lecturer thought in class today’ i finally said to her quickly before she picked a topic that i didn’t know and fall my hand.

I picked up a pen and jotter from a table around opened the text book and started talking..

‘firstly, demand can be defined as…bla bla bla’ , i talked for 20 minutes straight before I was done with the summary of the whole demand concept, then i asked

‘hope you understood all the plenty things I just said oh, or do you have a question?’

‘Yes I understand but I have a question’

‘hmm,whats the question?’ I replied, already regretting why I asked her for a question,

‘this girl sha wan fall my hand’ I thought, but then I got the shocker question

‘I know this isn’t my business nor my concern, but do you have a girlfriend?’ she asked outta the blue.

‘if you know say hyn no concern you why you come dey ask?’ i thought

So I was in a crossroad, and had two options now. Either I deny Sandra and maybe i wont have wasted my money and time buying the alomo and condom or say the truth and loose my chance of getting into the promised land.

‘why are you asking’ i finally asked in an attempt to avoid the initial question, obviously acting like a typical Nigerian who answers a question with a question.

‘I dunno, I just want to know’ she replied

I found my eyes staring at her bo*obs that were half way outta her top by now..

‘shey dis girl wear bra so?’ I thought

then i looked down her laps and in between her legs, the shape of her clit was showing through the leggings

I had a quick thought and considered a lotta factors and things before she asked

‘Are you trying to think if you have a girlfriend or what?’

I concluded on my reply in my mind and then said

‘well, I…’


‘Ermm, well I don’t really know, its complicated’ I finally replied still trying to avoid the question

‘I guess you don’t want to tell me, anyway no P’ she replied

‘like seriously,why did you ask anyway?’

‘Ermm, nothing really, just that you are funny, cute, handsome, not to talk of your intelligence, I just wanted to know who the lucky girl is’ she replied obviously avoiding eye contact

‘hmmm, you are an expert in whining tho, I almost believed you’ I replied with a shy smile and could feel my head growing big

‘ok, I knew you won’t believe me, but I mean it’ she replied then waited for a response, but none came because I was just speechless.

‘So what about supply?’ she asked, moving on and changing the topic

‘ehh? Supply? What supply are you talking about?’ I asked, totally forgetting we were studying and since I was done with demand, supply was up next.

‘As in theory of supply na or where is your mind?’ she replied, reminding me.

‘oh, that?… Ok lets start with supply’ I replied then flipped the pages of the text book to where the supply topic starts;

‘Supply and demand are kinda interrelated, you can…’ I started teaching again, but this time I couldn’t concentrate anymore.

I kept staring at her bo*bs at intervals, and naturally my d*ck started reacting, there was a big bulge in btw my laps within seconds, I quickly grabbed a book in an attempt to hide the bulge but, I was a kinda late,

‘Don’t bother, I get that a lot’ she suddenly said while I was struggling between teaching her, staring at her bosoms and covering the bulge.

‘don’t bother what?’ I asked, acting like I didn’t know what she was talking about

‘Covering it, I’m used to it, most guys act that way around me’ she replied calmly, I actually believed her, because frankly speaking.

The way she dresses is just simply seductive. The tiny top she had on, could hardly cover anything talk less of her mercy Johnson kinda bosoms and lemme not talk about the leggings and her a*s.

‘hmmm, I don’t feel comfortable and I feel really embarrassed right now’ I finally opened up.

She laughed then replied;

‘you shouldn’t be , or haven’t a girl seen ‘it’ raw and not through your jean?’

‘hmm, so this girl want to talk dirty right?, ok na, lets play along’ my mischievous mind thought

‘Its not like no one haven’t seen it raw before, but it just that the person seeing it is usually naked too, so there is a difference’ I replied, obviously dirty talking.

She giggle a little then;

‘So if I remove my top, you would get comfortable and continue teaching right?’ she asked

‘Ermm, comfortable? Yes, its the continue teaching am not sure of, but we can try it  tho’ I replied no expecting her to grant my request , but…

‘ok then, lets experiment’ she replied and dropped the pen she held and to my greatest surprise she removed her top.

Ok, at this point I died for a moment and went to heaven or somewhere close, as in I nearly fainted, I would have loved to described how heavenly or hellfirely ( pardon my wrong grammar) this sight was but I dunno what words to use…

‘So are you comfortable now’ she asked snapping me out of my day dream

‘Err? I.. I… Ermmm… Yes’ I replied stuttering

‘Ok, good, now can we continue with what we were saying’

‘Yea, sure’ I replied, knowing that studying is the last thing we would do now but continued talking anyway just to be patient, and you know what they say about patient dogs and bones right? *winks*

‘Enhen, so as I was saying, there are many factors affecting supply ,they are…’ I continued still staring at her b*obs and finding it difficult to concentrate.

‘lets play a game’ I finally said when I was done with the whole topic.

‘ok, what game?’ she accepted

‘trust or dare, do you know it?’ I said hoping it would lead to another thing*clears throat*

‘yea, sure, who doesn’t know it self?’ she asked

‘alright, you start’ I said

‘ok, truth or dare?’

‘Dare’ I replied of course…lol

‘Ermm, I dare you to remove your shirt’ she said with a real ly wide smile her face.

I complied and I guess she liked what she saw from the way she reacted..*winks*

‘My turn, I dare you to remove your bra’ I dared her without even asking the usual ‘truth or dare’ question

‘are you serious?’ she asked acting surprised

‘yup, I am’

‘hmm, ok, but you must do what I ask you next’

‘ok’ I replied.

Just like clock work she removed the bra with just one quick movement and well I could feel the urge to hold them.

I dunno what came over me but I let the urge take control and I found myself grabbing her bosoms and squeezing it.

She didn’t slap me or something like that which I expected, but she pulled me closer and started kissing me…

Just then someone opened the door and entered the room without knocking, I assumed it was Tayo or maybe Urch but I was wrong, very wrong.

I turned and there she was, standing and staring with her mouth open outta shock. Her eyes were getting wet due to tears.

It was Sandra…