“I wouldn’t lie to you and I will tell you how I truly feel about you” You can lie about everything but never lie about how you feel about someone, Don’t play with people’s emotion, don’t be dishonest, you don’t have to lie to get in her heart or in her pant, you don’t have to lie to get in his heart, you don’t have to say you are a virgin before he can love you. A relationship built on lies doesn’t lead anywhere other than the back seat at a Cinema where you press b0s0m or sU-Ck on some un-chewable banana, I am just trying to say it wouldn’t lead to you guys saying “I Do” in front of a congregation, in the presence of a priest, even if you are the smart type like me one day you will get caught, LOL. Say the truth today and it shall set you free.
Try it today, tell that babe you have been lying to how you truly feel, tell that Nigga you’ve been lying to how you truly feel and see what happens after but I am not responsible for whatever happens after though.
I continued with my answer to Mrs. Williams question, “The first night I saw you, I thought God sent me a helper, I have always been having thoughts of meeting a sugar mummy, I thought God sent me one, I told you that night I sauntered round the school looking for love then I met you, felt like you were the one I was meant to meet that night, I know you are the one I was meant to meet that night because I am glad I met you, yes I understand that you are not a cougar, I understand all you are going through, I told you I knew about all my Mom went through when she was in your shoes, I am just glad I can make you happy and make you feel better and I wouldn’t want that to stop” as I was saying all these words, I would look at her for a fleeting moment then look away or look down.
How far with what I just said? Did I try? Or I could have done better? Mrs. Williams seemed mollified with what I just said. “Thanks for being a sweet young man; can you send those songs you were playing last night to me now? I will love to listen to them as I am going home and anytime I am alone or something” she asked as she gave me her phone.
I was sending the songs to her phone when her phone rang and the name that showed on the screen was “Omolola My Daughter”. “Who is calling me?” she asked when she heard her phone ring. I said “your daughter”. “Oh Omolola, that is my niece” I handed her the phone and she answered the call.
Lola must have told her she would be coming to her house later in the day as Mrs. Williams said “I will be home by then, make sure you come oo, don’t do like last week”. She ended the call and she started gisting me about her Niece “Omolola”, thinking I don’t know her, she told me she is also a UNILAG student, she told me her class and her department and that is she not just a niece, she is also her daughter as they have a very tight bond between them, and I was listening to the stale gist like “ehn hn, are you serious? She is in my school too? She is like your daughter, oh wow” not like I was saying it out o, that was what the look on my face was portraying.
After gisting me about Lola, she asked if the songs were still sending then I checked my phone and saw that they were completed, as I told her it was completed she checked her time “Oh Sh*t, I should be on my way home now, my Daughter will be coming soon and my Son might come too”
She said as she was putting her phone is her already packed bag and the bag I went to bring for her earlier was beside her. “I’ll call you when I get home, will you be going back to school today?” she asked me.
Yes I will be going back to school that day after we clean up the mess at home, Mrs. Williams stood up, I knew she was ready to leave so I stood up too, I was going to help her carry the other bag I brought earlier that was beside her, so I moved towards her, she probably thought I was coming for something else as she opened her arms for hug. Looking at the ample b0s0m in chest I was glad she offered to hug me, I wouldn’t dull that kind of moment, so I hugged her too, it was one of those types of tight hugs. Since we were both standing, the feel of her ample b0s0ms on my dry chest made my snot rocket lift off and it was shooting directly towards her chuff, I am used to grabbing butt0ckz when I hug someone that tight but hello! It is Mrs. Williams, can I grab her butt0ckz? No, I just moved my hands slightly below her waist, God! Grabbing Mrs. Williams butt0ckz would have been bliss, that thought made me a harder guy, I hope you get that.
I don’t know what Mrs. Williams was thinking while we hugged, but she held on tight, the hug stopped and we looked at each other for a while, we were looking at each other from a kissable distance, and you know we just stopped hugging, so are we going to kiss and fall back to bed and maybe do that thing? No.
“Wish I could spend more time with you but I have to go now” she said to me while we were still standing also the koboko under me was still standing, like he was ready to whip.
Being hard like that the look on my face was desperately romantic. She was looking at me in my eyes; I kept that look on my face, praying she doesn’t look down so that she wouldn’t notice the fat I cracked in my trousers.
Mrs. Williams gave me all those “I don’t want to go but I have to go now attitudes” and it was cool with me, she has to go back to her house, her matrimonial home and me too I have to go back to my Father’s house and put it back in the condition my Dad left it or else, you already know what will happen to me.
Finally, we stepped out. I carried the bag I helped her bring from the car and her handbag was with her, you know the make of her handbag? Hermes Birkins, she was carrying the original version of Aunty Linda’s bag, but Aunty Linda said hers is also original yeah? Ok, she is carrying like Aunty Linda’s bag and she was carrying the bag like it was nothing, and me I was just there thinking “Please Come O, is this not the bag Aunty Linda wanted to kill herself for on IG that this woman is carrying like it is nothing?” LOL please o I am not taking shots at Aunty Linda Ikeji o.
Yeah, Mrs. Williams is rich, you know. When we got to the reception, I saw that Adeola was not there, I took longer than I expected, she must have gotten tired of waiting, Adeola leaving was not even the problem, the problem was how I was going to walk down my street coming out of the hotel with an older woman, when it is not my mother, even if My Mom and I stepped out of a hotel some people might still think, abi something is going on between this Mother and Son ni.
You know the way Nigerians look at you when you just step out or drive out of a hotel or a guest house, they will look at you like one adulterous fellow and give this “well done o, onishekushe” look. I wouldn’t have been bothered if we were not in my street, but we were in my street and the hotel was very close to my house, you can bet that almost everybody that sees me coming out of that place by that time with that kind of woman I was with will know me and they probably talk to my parents.
If you live in a street filled with Yoruba Women you will understand this better, not only Yoruba woman sha just that the Yoruba women gossip game is A . So how will I get out of that place without having my gist spread all around the street before my parents come back, My Mom will just come back and be hearing her son’s gist up and down.
Mrs. Williams must have noticed something was wrong with me, she must have noticed the reluctance I was feeling, “why are you looking like that? Is everything alright?” she asked me. Immediately I changed my look, I didn’t know what was going on my mind was affecting my look, by this time we were few close to the gate.
I said to her, frankly “I don’t want some women in this street to see me coming out of a hotel with you, they might be thinking the wrong thing and most of them talk to my parent”. Lying wouldn’t have fixed anything and at that time I couldn’t think of a lie, by the way I don’t want to be lying to Mrs. Williams, lies will only mess things up for us, but is she asks if I know Lola and Elliot, I am gonna lie about that, do you know why? Or you don’t know why? If you don’t know you will still know as the story goes on.
“Oh, I understand, can you drive?” she asked me, she didn’t even wait for me to answer, I guess she assumed I will know how to drive, “why don’t you just go bring my car here, I am going to wait at the reception then I will drive out and drop you along” she said.
That is a better plan, she gave me her car key and then she went back to wait at the reception. Since it was only me, I ruggedly stepped out and the hotel and I was walking fast to get the car, while I was going I saw Mummy Sade towards me. Mummy Sade is my Mom’s friend, her house is like 5 houses from ours she is like of those women that loves correcting/training/chastising other people’s children while their own children’s life will be spoiling. I know a few guys sleeping with Sade and she is not even 18 yet and some guys have even aborted for her, but Mummy Sade wouldn’t know she would be busy looking at other people’s children.
“E karo(good morning) Ma” I greeted her and she answered me, I was already going and she called me back, she asked if my parents her back, I told her no, was about going when she said “wa (come)”. She looked serious now, I knew she wants to start with her behaviour, ofofo(gossip)n is about to begin, she said “is it not the hotel you just got out from, iwo omo yi, kiloun wa kiri(you this child, what are you looking for?)
“aww No ma, My Aunty just got back from Kaduna last night, my Mummy’s younger sister, and she couldn’t stay at home because they my neighbour threw party overnight”. I said to her, she acted like she believe partially, she said “sha becareful” and she kept moving.
I went to get Mrs. Williams car and drove back to the hotel, when I driving back to the hotel, I saw that Mummy Sade was seated outside one shop almost opposite the hotel, she saw me when I wanted to drive in, with the way she was looking at me I knew she was seated at that shop because of gossip.
I drove in and went to call Mrs. Williams, I gave her and keys and we both went into the car.
She was driving, as we were leaving the hotel, Mrs. Williams saw that shop and she said she would love to buy recharge card from there, Mummy Jumoke was still sitting outside like gbeborun.
Mrs. Williams parked in front of the shop, and since she had told me what she wanted to buy, I asked if they sell airtime there while seated in this car, Mummy Sade was looking scrupulously at the car and trying to see inside, the other woman inside the car said she has airtime, I turned to Mrs. Williams to ask for how much recharge card she wanted, then she gave me 6k from her Hermes Birkin bag to buy the airtime, so I told the woman to bring four of #1,500 recharge card, when the woman went to bring it, Mummy Sade said “shey Aburo Mummy e to so lekan ye leleyi (is this your Mom’s sister you talked about)?” she was asking looking at me, I knew Mrs. Williams will hear what she said so immediately I looked at Mrs. Williams and I gave her this “oh well I said it” look and what Mrs. Williams did burst my brain.
I answered Mummy Sade, I told her yes, Mrs. Williams got into action and she began to speak Yoruba with the Mummy Sade, she was even the first to greet her, her Yoruba was smooth though, the way she was greeting Mummy Sade and the way she took the handled the whole scene made me like her more, I mean she just covered my butt0ckz like Niggas covers each other’s asses.
The woman gave the cards to me, and Mrs. Williams brought out another phone from her bag different from the one I sent songs to earlier, she told me to load the card on the phone and I should also take one, “My husband doesn’t know I have this phone, it is the one I called you with, it is what I will be calling you with” it was then I understood why she told me earlier that the number might not be reachable again.
“I liked what you did back there” I said to her, appreciating her for really acting like my Aunty while we were at that shop, I told her how ugly street gossips could get, “Yeah, I get it, it was fun for me though, I felt like an actress back there, but why did you tell her I came all the way from Kaduna, I’ve never been to that side?” We both laughed about it. It was time for me to get down from her car and walk to my house.
“I will call you when I get home, you take care of yourself” She said to me, I alighted from the car and she drove off and I went back to my house.