The Vivacious Tiffany

For students schooling at areas close to yaba, they would know that yaba market at night is the ultimate shopping experience, especially for gals. Where do I start from? Is it the shoving and jostling? Or the thousand hands grabbing you to either bring your attention to their wears or just for the fun of it. Just yesterday, I and some friends needed one thing or the other and decided to go to yaba market together. The journey started from the College of medicine, University of Lagos ,also the Lagos university teaching hospital (LUTH), where we happened to be students. Everything was off from the beginning. You know those days when it feels like the universe is wishing against you; everything keeps going wrong? Well, this was one of the days. Started from crossing the road right in front of the school gate. It seemed like all the bikes and buses were determined not to allow us cross to the other side. After what seemed like forever, there was a lull in the traffic and we crosse...

I had been watching her for weeks. She wanted it. She had been taunting me. Flaunting her body like that. Well, I'm gonna give it to her. It was mid-day ,perfect timing. I moved swiftly and quietly across the balcony to the screen door. The door was never locked. She really wants me to come in. She was in the kitchen, singing along to the lyrics of Asa's "The one who never comes" playing in her headphones. Oh gal, don't worry, I'm here now. She didn't hear me come up behind her.

Well ,when it started I was happy. I felt it would give me time to prepare well for my incoming exams. I'm not so sure that's happening. All I've been doing since is watch movies, hang out with friends and sleep. If anything, the strike has worsened my condition. The little I knew has flown from my head.

Simi drove away from the house in a rage, her eyes blinded with tears. She was hurt beyond repair. It was difficult processing the thought of her marriage ending yet she couldn't bring herself to forgive this lying, cheating bastard again. The moans of pleasure she heard the evening before was on repeat in her head. Her hands were trembling on the steering.  It was a miracle she got to the hotel safely. When she finally got settled in her hotel room, she hurled herself at the bed and wept bitterly. Needing someone to talk to, she called the one person that could understand her situation.  Tunde was a friend, a colleague.  They had a kind of chemistry neither of them could explain.  Despite her love for Sam she just couldn't deny the attraction to Tunde. Tunde answered the call almost immediately it got through. " Hello dear, how are you? “."I need to see you”, she said tearfully. " Where are you? "he asked.  She told him. " I'll be there right a...

The cold morning breeze kisses my face, and the dampness of the atmosphere waters my throat but I continue to run from vehicle to vehicle, selling sachets and bottles, so I could go to school.  Wait, look, it's Kola and kunbi,  I hear their mockery,  see their pitiless look  one that held disgust and scorn as they head to school. I look down below When will this end It's very hot now,  my feet are burning from standing so long on the black asphalt One that has gotten so acquainted to my presence  And gives me a better welcome that Kola and Kunbi never did My head aches and my eyes hurts.  Yet I can't taste what I'm selling

Tears rolls down your fat cheeks. Those very cheeks your father always said hug on your face like a bull dog waiting for its next treat. Screams of Orobo, Orobo fill the street anytime you walk by.  You put on a strong face, sometimes you even laugh it off.  Going back into your closet, to cry yourself to sleep at night.  To you, your physical look is something disgraceful,  A taboo to society,  A curse on humanity.  Each time you board a bus, you open up a healing wound as fellow passengers begin to scream madam "please help us adjust"  You try really hard, squeezing your body on the cold metal of the bus, but still they give you the evil eye, and careful calculated sighs are thrown your way.  Shopping is another story You sigh, as you try on the tenth cloth that doesn't pass through your fleshy motherly arms.  Beads of sweat rolls down your body, the sales attendant gets impatient and starts screaming "madam go and l...

They woke up in each other's arms late in the evening. Awareness of an unclad body so near to him brought back memories of the crazy acts they performed in each other earlier. He couldn't believe how much aroused he had become despite the fact that he was damn tired. His erected member was pressing against Glory's succulent bottom . Aware of his yearnings,Glory teased him even more, pressing herself closer to him. Sam couldn't hold himself any more, he flipped her over, thrusting into her roughly and repeatedly as if to punish her. She matched him beat for beat till the shockwaves of their orgasm hit them.  They have sex two more times before daybreak. In the middle of all this,  Simi called him but he just ignored out of anger and guilt. Early the next day, they got dressed and Glory saw him off to the bus park. It was there it occurred to Sam that he didn't even have her number. They exchanged numbers and she bade him goodbye.  By noon,  Sam got to Lagos an...