Silly Kofo

Read Episode 15 HERE Around nine-thirty when I got to her house, I saw a beautiful young lady, Rachel, standing at the balcony. I had met her on one of my visits to Blessing. She wore a short, an armless vest and held a phone in her hand. It was obvious she was yet to take her bath but she still looked beautiful nonetheless. I don’t know why I always meet beautiful girls, it was almost a curse. “Blessing was not a student of U. I. to my knowledge,” she said after a few minutes of our discussion. “She came here few weeks ago, maybe about a month.” “What did she tell you she came to do?”

Read Episode 14 HERE She said she had a lecture by twelve. She bid me goodbye as we left the shop after the rain to different directions. If I knew what was going to happen next, I would have held on to her, maybe for a few more days. She called me later to tell me she was in school. She asked for my whereabouts and I told her I was at home. Doing what? Putting finishing touches to a new song I had just composed. “Take it easy Kofo,” she said. “Nothing good comes easy,” I said. “That’s one of the reasons I love you,” “What’s that?”

Read Episode 13 HERE She came close to me and told me to forget all my worries as she kissed me. From the kiss came touching, followed by removal of clothes and finally sex. It was good to douse the tension in my body. I went home that day still thinking. The miracle was complete on Wednesday morning when my GT Bank account was credited with twenty thousand naira and my account balance read 101,157.23 naira. Between Sunday and Wednesday morning, my account had moved all the way from eleven thousand to a hundred and one thousand. That morning, I was all smiles as I walked hand-in-hand with Blessing into the GT Bank branch at Mokola.

Read Episode 12 HERE “He said,” he continued, I was too happy to talk even though I had no detail of the good news. “he would be free to record your songs this Saturday.” “So how’s it going to go?” I said. “It depends on you,” he said. “There are cost implications and if you’re able to meet them, you could record your two songs at OJB’s studio on Saturday. Have you informed your parents about the contract?”

            Read Episode 11 HERE “Yes.” “Okay,” he said, “that’s verbal agreement and you know that that is not very strong in business. I would send a copy of contract and terms of agreement to Blessing or do you prefer I send it to you?” “Send it to her,”

            Read Episode 10 HERE We only spent forty-five more minutes talking before she set up her laptop and I was happy for the five minutes saved. She made a call to him to tell him we were ready. Few minutes later, I saw his face on the screen and the background showed a good level of luxury. His face was similar to what I saw in the pictures. They spoke a bit about that least interested me. He went on to ask about her father and mother. She even took the pain to tell him that her mum later bought the speakers he recommended into her room and it was booming out of this world.  I remembered I saw a picture on her phone of her standing in a room holding a speaker that looked like two big Oxford dictionaries and another with her and an older woman holding a speaker each. The woman must be her mother.

I stood up and picked my jeans trousers beside the wall where I threw it earlier. I put it on and went towards the door. Adeola pulled her lingerie that was above her navel down to her thigh. As I opened the door, a kick came out of nowhere, or to be precise, out of the bedroom-voiced guy. The kick pushed me to the ground. I was unsure if the bones in my buttocks were still in their normal places. The guy entered the room and trained a gun on me. “I have come as a gentleman,” he said. “I’ll love us to keep it that way but I can be rough if the need arises.” There was a loud scream from another room. That told me it was a gang of armed robbers.

            Read Episode 9 HERE When I got home, I did a Google search for ‘2face assistant manager’ and got no useful result which means no name. I searched for Peter Parker but saw no black face in the pictures. Then I searched for ‘2face manager’ and I got a result for Efe Omorogbe who I already knew at the time. Blessing had already told me Peter Parker was far less popular than 2face’s manager so no problem with that. I was extremely relaxed that day because I knew my dreams were coming true. I kept doing personal voice training over the following days just to refine my delivery. I also observed my composed songs for any weak point. I was in constant communication with Blessing who seem to have been infected by the love bug herself. I invited her to my house five days later and I was happy mummy was out of the house when she came for with her countenance, she would have made her feel very unwelcome.

As I kissed Adeola, the only thing in my mind was how I was going to manage the one thousand naira in my pocket for the next seven days before my father would send money to me and considering I had to repair my spoilt phone. I had come to spend the night with Adeola partly because she was always horny and partly because she would feed me twice. That evening and the next morning. In fact, she had fed me in the evening and the next would be in the morning. Someone would wonder why I was relieved to eat at her place when I knew she would take it all back. Although we were far from married, it was what they called marriage of convenience. She would fill me with food and I would fill her with pleasure.

Read Episode 8 HERE Predictably, she asked me if I really loved her. I said I was falling in love with her. Why her? I said because I saw her as a special person. I told her she made me happy. I was saying the truth but it was boring, the most boring moment with her yet. She met my eyes. The look on her face was confusing. It looked like pity but I thought she was just so in love. “What’s wrong?” I said. “I’m afraid,” “Of what?” “You.” “Why me?” I said. “Guys are deceitful.”

 Read Episode 7 HERE “Kofo,” she said as she hugged me. “What’s up?” “I’m good,” I said as we entered the room. I could see a piano at one corner of the room and few seconds later she was on the piano playing some gentle notes. Her room was the best type of studio because it appealed to my optical, auditory, and nasal nerves. Her short skirt made me want to pull her to the bed on the other corner of the room. The aroma of the stew coming from her kitchen continued to trouble my nose. I had many things to compliment her about but I don’t know which one to say first.

Read Episode 1 HERE , Episode 2 HERE , Episode 3 HERE “No,” he said. “I can’t see everything happening in this school. But does the school have to be closed for more than a year before you say you want to audit the school account so that you can know how they have spent the money given to them? That itself is a testament to irresponsibility and a lackadaisical attitude towards the school.

Read Episode 6 HERE The next morning, I woke up by eleven with a smile on my face. The previous day had gone better that I could have imagined. I stretched and yawned as I got down reluctantly from my bed. I strolled around my bed trying to meditate and think about the new day.  My meditation attempt was unsuccessful largely due to the thoughts of the previous day intruding. I took deep breaths but to no avail. I sat on my bed in resignation a few minutes later. I picked my phone to see calls I might have missed. Four missed calls from three people. The number I wanted on the list was absent, Blessing had not even tried to call me. Was she regretting her actions the previous night?  Or she was expecting me to call her first? Have I been too interested in a girl that was only interested in a one night stand? Maybe she just wanted a fix for one night. Maybe she was just a sex maniac.

Read Episode 1 HERE , Episode 2 HERE “You stopped using condom?” “She slept with another guy.” “In school?” “At Lagos,” Dayo said with resignation like for a lost soul. “She went home six months ago and she is now four months pregnant.” “Oh,” I said. “Sorry.” I could not think of a better word to say. “No,” he said waving at me. “Things like that are bound to happen in situations like these.” “Have you had problems with her before?”

Read Episode 5 HERE The concert continued and while the loudspeakers were still booming for joy, 2face came off the stage and into the crowd. First to the VIP section and then to the regular section while everybody was trying to touch 2face’s outstretched palm. Even though we were in the second row, I managed to touch his palm and unsurprisingly, Blessing did too. My right hand was clenched to her left hand as the song continued. Sexual urge was making me restless, tearing me apart. I had a feeling, strong feeling that she was wet too. The songs continued but my focus on the music diminished and transferred to her. My thoughts were clouded. I pulled her as I made my way towards the exit of the hall.

        Read Episode 1 HERE “I need to borrow your note, I was unable to finish my note in class,” I said. I should have completed the statement by saying ‘because I was watching you most of the time’ but I was wiser than that. She asked where I wanted to write it, I said right there. She said she was in a hurry, she could not wait. I said she could lend me till the next day. She said that was impossible because she didn’t know me and she had to read. So I began to introduce myself divulging all important information I could remember. What is your name? I asked after a few minutes of blabbing my head off. She had started walking away from the hall, towards Under G. I had no problem following because I was headed in the same direction. To be honest, I would have had no problem even if my destination was in the opposite direction.

Read Episode 4 HERE About an hour later, 2face Idibia left the stage and the host quickly told us – for we were about to start a big protest – he would be coming back for another performance. Some other performances followed, some good, some average, some bad, but what kept me going was 2face’s second performance that would come up at a time we didn’t know yet. I even took the opportunity to know the lady behind me. “Big girl what’s up?” I said as I turned around towards her, saying it a bit loud because of the noise level. “I’m great!” she said with a grin. “You know you’re my African queen tonight right?” I said with a smile.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, locales, or actual events is entirely coincidental.                                                 ******             As we entered through the main gate, the birds tweeted and the crickets chirped. The leaves on the trees spilled the gathered dew that had stayed for too long on them. The wind whistled as the sky became cloudy, ready to bring down another downpour of frustration and agitation.

            Read episode 3 HERE Two hours later, the host of the programme came on stage to tell us all the things we already knew about 2face. He also tried to be funny and he was a bit more successful with that, he even got a smile out of the bored me. After everything he said to us about 2face to make us excited, he invited one unknown guy to come on stage for his performance. His performance was so bad I forgot his name without any trace of guilt in me. When he was leaving the stage, I was relieved. The host ran onto the stage to introduce the second musician to perform, MadFury. Who uses such a stage name? Maybe he would pleasantly surprise us. He came on stage with a charisma of musician who was already a big star. He had dreadlocks on his head, golden chain on his neck, golden wristwatch on his hands, wore a Gucci t-shirt and Nike boots. I thought it was only a matter of time before he would reach his potential. Until ...

Read episode 2 HERE Most of the next three days went by with my mind just occupied by thoughts of 2face. By three-thirty on Saturday, I was ready to go to the concert. I knocked on the door to my brother’s room a few minutes later. “Come in,” he said with a bedroom voice. Everything with him is always so seductive. He was just out of the bathroom when I entered. “I thought you would be ready by now?” I said. “I said four o’ clock,” he retorted. “It’s almost four o’ clock.” “It’s not almost four o’ clock,” he said, “this is three thirty-five.”