Florence: “Sir, I really don’t have that kind
of money in my account. All I have is just about N50, 000. If you can take
that, I will add up the balance when I win the competition”.
Organiser: “You have no business going for any
beauty pageant if you are not financially buoyant. Just face your studies and
graduate in peace”.
Florence: “no, I need to win this pageantry. No
one can understand how frustrating it is to be written off as a nobody on
campus. I am tired of having to stand beside other popular and rich people on
campus just so that I can hold my head high. I am tired”.
Organiser: “Then go get the money and stop
filling my ears with stories. Like I told you earlier, I have a meeting
to attend, you may leave my office now”.
Florence left the office, determined more than
ever to meet the requirements for winning the coveted crown. She walked down to
a store and bought recharge card. She dialed her father’s number; it rang and
then went off without any response from his end. “Ooooo, that is how
somebody will be calling Papa and he will not pick his call o, maybe he is in
the Church now, seff. Every time Church, Church, hian”. She hissed aloud.
She dailed her mother’s number and it rang. Her father was a pastor in a local
Church that had barely up to 20 members. With 8 children to feed and send to
school and with no other source of income apart from offerings and tithe from
members of the Church who themselves were always coming to him for help, life
was difficult. They had managed to send Florence to the University and being
their first child, their hopes were on her to get them out of poverty.
Her mother picked up her phone.
Mama Florence: “God bless and keep you my
dear. How are you today?”
Florence: “I am fine, Mama. Where is Papa, I
called and he didn’t pick”.
Mama Florence: “Your father is in Church.
Today is the second day of our revival, I will soon join him there to arrange
the chairs and get the venue ready before members start coming”.
Florence: “Oga o, while other parents are busy
making money for their children to spend, my own are busy organizing revivals
and arranging plastic chairs for people to seat on”.
Mama Florence: “What are you saying? I can’t
hear you “.
Florence: “Mama, I need money o. Our lecturers
have given us some handouts, materials and textbooks to buy and they said
anybody who doesn’t buy will have automatic carryover. Me I don’t have money to
buy it myself”.
Mama Florence: “this is serious; I thought they
have banned the sale of handouts in higher institutions? And now there is no
money in the house. What are we going to do now?”
Florence: “Ah, you and Papa have to look for
money and send to me o, even if it means giving me all the money from the offering
and tithe of this revival, just do it. Some girls are going to sort their
way out of carryover by sleeping with the lecturers, but you know I cannot do
that, so I have no choice than to buy the recommended materials”.
Mama Florence: “My God, don’t those daughters
of Jezebel know that their bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit? Please
don’t ever offer your body to any man because of any grade, it is not worth it.
Remember the daughter of the person you are, don’t do anything that will put us
to shame o. How much is the materials?”
Florence: “Everything is 80 something thousand
naira”.
Mama Florence: “ What! 80 something thousand
naira for just books?”
Florence knew that if she didn’t convince her
mother well, she would find out about her lies. She quickly scanned her brain
for a lie to add, soon enough she got one. She never ran short of lies whenever
she needed to.
Florence: “It is not just textbook now.
They said we will go for excursion in Ghana too and it is compulsory”.
Mama Florence: “ It is well, don’t worry my
daughter. I will talk to your father about it and we will find a way of sending
the money across to you, even if it means that we have to borrow it. Just don’t
do anything ungodly to get the money”.
Florence: “Okay, Mama. I have heard you but
please you have to be fast about sending the money, the deadline is next
tomorrow”.
Mama Florence: “Okay, my dear”.
Florence ended the call, satisfied with her
achievements, she had about 70 thousand naira in her account which she will add
to the one her parents will send to make it N150, 000, then she would borrow
N50, 000 from her friend to make up the N200,000 that the organiser had
demanded. Miss Economics had already promised to give her clothes and shoes to
wear and one of her friends had also promised to make her up free, all was set
for her victory on Saturday and she was looking forward to having a nice time
and victorious outing.
====
“And the winner of the competition is…”
Florence’s heart was pounding furiously, she had
done all that was required of her to win the competition, she had paid the
organiser his money and had given him head like she had never given anyone
before. For more than twenty minutes she was kneeling in his office with his
manhood in her mouth, sucking and licking. She remembered the disgust she felt
when he released in her mouth, she had almost thrown up but for the
determination to win the crowd. He had enjoyed every bit of the blow job she
gave him, confessing that not even his wife could do it that good.
“And the winner of Miss campus 2017 is Florence
Peter!”, the announcement jerked her from her reverie and she got up and began
to receive hugs from different quarters. It’s was an edifying moment as
everyone in the hall wanted to identity with her. She had suddenly gone from
being over looked to overbook. In the hall were senators, members of
house of Representatives and other top notch politicians, she saw them casting
lustful glances at her v- necked golden colored silk dress. She smiled, she had
finally arrived. Now was the right time to begin to rub shoulders with the big
babes on campus. She was glad that nobody knew that her parents were pastors of
a local Church that means there was no impediment on her part to enjoying
herself fully on campus. She made up her mind to visit the Lanre’s the next
week, dressed in her grown and other regalia, so they would at least realize
that she was not a failure as they had thought. She wished Naya was alive to
see what had become of her after she had asked her to leave her house. “Well,
Maya is still alive, that one that feels she is better than anyone else simply
because she studied in London, she will be shocked to see my new level”, she
thought within her as the outgoing queen placed the crown on her head.
====
Maya found herself in Philip’s house, she had
gone to visit him and apologize to him for the way her mother embarrassed him
the last time he visited to condole with them.
Maya: “I am really sorry; my mother has not
always been like this. Grieve made her this impossible”.
Philip: “its okay, I understand perfectly. If I
had known that my presence would cause such outrage, I wouldn’t have gone. It’s
just that I felt it would not be nice for me not to visit considering how nice
Naya was”.
Maya: “Oh, don’t talk about not visiting.
So, are we friends now? Philip? ”
Philip: “You can call me Philip or Sam. Your
sister used to call me Philip, I will appreciate it if you call me Sam for a
change, that is what my hommies call me. You calling me Philip reminds me so
much of your sister not to even talk of the fact that you look exactly alike.
And, of course we are even more than friends. You remind me so much of your
sister who was my only true love. In fact, I see her in you and I feel for you
the same way I feel for her” He drew close to Maya and gradually took her lips
in his. Her lips were soft and succulent. He began to kiss and lick her
tongue. Maya tried to stop him. “this is not right”.
Philip: “Shhhh, don’t say a word”.
Maya succumbed, as one under a spell and soon
his hands made its way to her firm but soft breast. He squeezed her nipples and
she moaned softly. The effect of the moan on him was electrifying, it charged
up his manhood and he felt the strong rod struggling to be released from the
cage of his Marks and Spencer boxers. His lips made its way from her mouth to
her neck down to her nipples which he covered with his lips; he began to suck
with vigor, like an infant whose survival depended on the milk from his
mother’s breast. She on her part had her hands all over him, she ran her
fingers through his head, and kissed his head. She was on fire and he could
feel it from the way she was mourning and groaning and offering him one breast
after the other. His hands made his way into her pants, he tried to connect
with her clit but she held his hands. “I am on my period”, she whispered in a
coarse voice that she could hardly recognize as her own.
“It doesn’t matter. There’s nothing wrong with
making love while you are having your period”.
“But…”, her resistance gave way when she felt
his index finger made his way into her. He began to finger, first with one
finger and then the second and the third. She knew there was no going back, she
enjoyed fingering of all the foreplay there was, her clit was her weak point
and this Sam was handling it so well. When he pulled her pants and spread her
legs on the bed, she did not resist. She was prepared to have him. She watched
as he unzipped his trousers and discarded his boxers. Her eyes popped when she
saw his long and fat manhood, “sweet and fresh cucumber”, she thought. He
lowered himself to her height, for she was petite and he, very tall. He glided
his way into her and she exploded with pleasure as his manhood filled her,
stretching the walls of her vagina for it to fit in. She opened her eyes to
stare at the ceiling, an involuntary act she always did anytime she was having
sex. Then she saw her twin sister, standing close to the bed and staring at
them, in her hands was a sharp kitchen knife and in her eyes were tears of
blood. “No, you are dead”, Maya screamed and attempted to get up but Philip’s
weight pinned her to the bed. He was oblivious of what was happening around
him, for he was busy pounding and grinding and reeling in erotic bliss.
Question: “Is it right for Maya to get intimate
with her late twin sister’s boyfriend? Why is Naya’s soul not resting in
peace?
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