Growing up, I had always wondered what that term meant, "friends with benefits".
Over the years I got to realize the meaning. I even got involved in a few but one of those escapades which stood out and would forever linger on was my encounter with Motunrayo Coker.
It lasted a little over three months but every single moment we shared is as vivid and lucid as if I was going through them right now. I would try to be as less lewd as possible.
Now it seemed this was what I was going to do eventually. Start searching for a keyword that would make me remember this girl and find her number and name. That ass must not pass me by!
The key words to go type on my WhatsApp chat was going to be those locations; “Iyana Ipaja, Sagamu, and Ilorin”.
Even if it took me hours, I won’t relent till I find her name. I knew that I could remember it if I pushed my brain and that was what I was going to do.
This was fate bringing me and the ass together and I knew what I had to do. I slapped my forehead before walking to the pharmacy ahead.
Ah! Text you ke? Me that can’t remember your name. I knew I was finished.
Thing is, as I grew older, I realized that my memory was not as sharp as it used to. I easily forget things that I have not attended to in a while.
For instance names; if we haven’t spoken in a long while, it’s always hard for me to remember your name especially if we did not really get along properly or we weren’t close.
Most times, you see me typing some key words or phrases that I remember during conversation with that person on WhatsApp or on social media before I find the person’s contact.
“What are you doing in my area?” I asked.
“Humm, I came with my friend to do something,” she replied and I smiled at the friend.
“It’s been a long time, I replied,” but deep down I knew I had to remember her name so I could text her later and catch up.
Just then a napep came and she waved me bye as they both entered. I stared at the ads again as it jiggled and I swallowed a spit. But before she left she gave me a wink before saying seductively;
“Text me!”
I keep staring at her face and then it hit me that I that I actually knew this person but I just could not remember her name. I thought to myself if I should tell her and ask what her name was but it was going to look somehow.
I knew that she was someone that we both had meant to see for a long time but for one reason or the other, we had not and right now she was in my area. But still, I could not remember her name.
I remembered our conversation had gone sexual that time but she was far away in Ilorin, later on she moved to Sagamu, then she said she was in Iyana Ipaja but we just could not meet because we weren’t free.
“Busted” I muttered beneath my breath.
I was taken aback but I kept staring at her cos yeah she caught me but we didn’t know each other so I would just walk past. But then I noticed she was squinting her eyes, as if she was trying to remember something and I was like “yeah whatever”, I would just walk past.
But as soon as I walked past her, she held my hand.
Ah!
“Lavez!” She called my name and I turned well to see her face. Well she was pretty actually and her face was familiar but I just could not place it. I managed to smile at her as I stood beside her.
She was like “finally!”.
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JEMIMA
This was the second week of the rest of Jemima’s life. She was in the car, on her way to her father’s company to resume on her first day at work.
She had just relocated back to Nigeria having been away for over 20 years. She left the country before she clocked ten, and her mother took her to the UK when she and her father separated.
So I woke up this morning to my dad’s phone call and my heart was beating fast and I became scared, expecting the worst because he doesn’t call this early unless it’s an emergency.
It was about something less serious but the fear that gripped me when I saw the call eh, I still can’t shove it off. I was expecting the worst.
A couple of years back when I was trying to woo this girl I really thought I liked. We had never seen before but every chance she got to bill me, she took it with passion like I was obliged and mandated to do it. She would ask for money for junks, data and other things without being outrightly
and he said he would book another room for me and that the girl was going to come with her friend for me just in case.
I tried my brother’s line twice again and he still didn’t agree so reluctantly I followed the devil’s idea and we drove to the hotel.
By the time we got there, the girl was waiting
we should both go to the hotel to lodge. His own sneaky link had already gone to the hotel to wait for him as he booked while we were still in ride. He and the receptionist were close so he texted her prior also.
I asked him if he expected me to be in the room while he was having carnal knowledge with his link up
sneaky links to meet up with him. Meanwhile the ride circled back to lead me home but by the time I got home and was calling my brother to come open the gate, he wasn’t picking. He probably was deep asleep with his phone on silent.
Now my mumu friend was happy and elated and kuku said
Okay let me wrap this up quickly. Some days back, myself and this my guy went out for a birthday party. We left really late and by the time we were on our back, they had locked the gate of his house.
It seemed that he knew that would happen so he was already texting one of his
One of my close friends told me about how he ended up having sex with one of the receptionists in an hotel in our area. He had been expecting one of his babes and that one stood him up overnight.
Apparently he had used a mixture to sexually induce his prowess. He calls it “Chinese”. It’s a mixture of coco samba and predator energy drink. I have had