Oga cleared his throat a couple of times and said, “Mr. Nze needs your help.” I looked at his friend, confused. “Should I serve him food?”
It was a Sunday afternoon and Oga had a visitor. This was actually unlike him because he mostly spent Sundays resting after his return from church. This was usually his time to rest.
I didn’t blame him. He worked Mondays to Saturdays so he could provide for his wife and two kids who lived abroad. I hardly ever saw him because he returned from work really late and he spent Sundays just resting or doing whatever in his room.
So, that afternoon, when he was entertaining a guest, I was very surprised. I was supposed to be ironing his clothes but I hung around in case my Oga needed me to get something for his guest.
I sat quietly in the kitchen, waiting, and soon I began to hear some argument in the sitting room. I was curious because I had never heard Oga raise his voice before. I tiptoed to the sitting room trying to hear what the argument was about.
“I said I don’t have your money. If I had it, do you think I would not give it to you?” He asked, sounding upset.
“You keep saying that. All you people sef, whenever it comes to borrowing money, no one can get rid of you, but when it comes to payback, it becomes a fight.” His guest replied. I could hear the anger in his voice.
“What do you want? Shey I should go and steal for you? If I had I would give you.”
I was so engrossed in this conversation as I did not notice that I was walking even closer to the sitting room. My hip came in contact with one glass vase standing in the hallway, it fell down and shattered. I jumped in shock, and jumped once again when Oga yelled my name.
“Kemi!” he shouted. I ran out to the living room, holding shards of the broken vase in my hands.
“What is going on?” He said, looking visibly angry now. He never talked to me this way before and I was sure that he was transferring his argument with his friends to me.
“Sorry, sir, I was just…” I tried to speak. I was so nervous and my hands were shaking so bad that I again dropped the glass I was holding. I bent to frantically pick them up.
As I got up, I noticed Oga’s friend clear his throat, I looked at him to see him looking down at my breasts. It seemed when I bent down, my shirt probably revealed some part of my cleavage. I was so flustered that I simply just hurried out of the living room.
I ran back to the kitchen and closed the door behind me, scared that Oga would get mad about me eavesdropping and breaking the vase which was very expensive.
I sat on a stool for a few minutes then I heard my name called again. I hurried out to answer him.
Oga and his friend looked quietly at me when I entered. Both were silent for a while and I was starting to get uncomfortable as I just stood there.
Oga cleared his throat a couple of times and said, “Mr. Nze needs your help.”
I looked at his friend, confused. “Should I serve him food?”
“No, no food.” He looked uncomfortable and cleared his throat again, “I want you to go with him.”
“Wh... where?” I asked. Now getting worried.
“Inside the room. Take him inside and…”
“I will take care of you,” Mr. Nze interrupted.
I turned to look at him, still confused. He stood up, held my hand and started to lead me to one of the guest rooms in the house.
The closer we got to the room, the more nervous I got. I knew this would not be good. As we closed the door to the room behind us, he held my face and brought his face closer to me.
I pushed him off. “No, what are you doing, sir?”
“Come on, I will make it good for you.” He said, as he began to pull at my wrapper.
I struggled with him and pushed him off again.
“What is your problem. Your Oga should even be glad I am accepting this gift. Do you know how much he owes me?” He was starting to yell and I was afraid.
I worried that Oga would be madder at me than before if he heard me saying no to Mr. Nze.
And from what he said, I was sure Oga would be forced to pay a huge amount if I said no. But the idea of having sex with this fat, disgusting old man made me feel like vomitting.
He kept pulling at my clothes again and he soon started sweating with anticipation. I closed my eyes when he tugged my wrap
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I didn’t blame him. He worked Mondays to Saturdays so he could provide for his wife and two kids who lived abroad. I hardly ever saw him because he returned from work really late and he spent Sundays just resting or doing whatever in his room.
So, that afternoon, when he was entertaining a guest, I was very surprised. I was supposed to be ironing his clothes but I hung around in case my Oga needed me to get something for his guest.
I sat quietly in the kitchen, waiting, and soon I began to hear some argument in the sitting room. I was curious because I had never heard Oga raise his voice before. I tiptoed to the sitting room trying to hear what the argument was about.
“I said I don’t have your money. If I had it, do you think I would not give it to you?” He asked, sounding upset.
“You keep saying that. All you people sef, whenever it comes to borrowing money, no one can get rid of you, but when it comes to payback, it becomes a fight.” His guest replied. I could hear the anger in his voice.
“What do you want? Shey I should go and steal for you? If I had I would give you.”
I was so engrossed in this conversation as I did not notice that I was walking even closer to the sitting room. My hip came in contact with one glass vase standing in the hallway, it fell down and shattered. I jumped in shock, and jumped once again when Oga yelled my name.
“Kemi!” he shouted. I ran out to the living room, holding shards of the broken vase in my hands.
“What is going on?” He said, looking visibly angry now. He never talked to me this way before and I was sure that he was transferring his argument with his friends to me.
“Sorry, sir, I was just…” I tried to speak. I was so nervous and my hands were shaking so bad that I again dropped the glass I was holding. I bent to frantically pick them up.
As I got up, I noticed Oga’s friend clear his throat, I looked at him to see him looking down at my breasts. It seemed when I bent down, my shirt probably revealed some part of my cleavage. I was so flustered that I simply just hurried out of the living room.
I ran back to the kitchen and closed the door behind me, scared that Oga would get mad about me eavesdropping and breaking the vase which was very expensive.
I sat on a stool for a few minutes then I heard my name called again. I hurried out to answer him.
Oga and his friend looked quietly at me when I entered. Both were silent for a while and I was starting to get uncomfortable as I just stood there.
Oga cleared his throat a couple of times and said, “Mr. Nze needs your help.”
I looked at his friend, confused. “Should I serve him food?”
“No, no food.” He looked uncomfortable and cleared his throat again, “I want you to go with him.”
“Wh... where?” I asked. Now getting worried.
“Inside the room. Take him inside and…”
“I will take care of you,” Mr. Nze interrupted.
I turned to look at him, still confused. He stood up, held my hand and started to lead me to one of the guest rooms in the house.
The closer we got to the room, the more nervous I got. I knew this would not be good. As we closed the door to the room behind us, he held my face and brought his face closer to me.
I pushed him off. “No, what are you doing, sir?”
“Come on, I will make it good for you.” He said, as he began to pull at my wrapper.
I struggled with him and pushed him off again.
“What is your problem. Your Oga should even be glad I am accepting this gift. Do you know how much he owes me?” He was starting to yell and I was afraid.
I worried that Oga would be madder at me than before if he heard me saying no to Mr. Nze.
And from what he said, I was sure Oga would be forced to pay a huge amount if I said no. But the idea of having sex with this fat, disgusting old man made me feel like vomitting.
He kept pulling at my clothes again and he soon started sweating with anticipation. I closed my eyes when he tugged my wrap
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