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I thought it I was merely going to touch my mouth with hers but then I was wrong. Her lips was soft, succulent, tasty and red that only an unreasonable man will not glue his mandibles to it. Grace was far from me and I guess my guardian angels must have kept their distance as well to ascertain if it was time to blow the trumpet.

Our exchange of tongue and saliva was very intense and without interlude hence making it possible for me to loose some capacities. The sensation was terrific and magical that I had to close my eyes while her hands went through my hair, neck and ear. One could mistake me for a man of easy virtue. I couldn’t retain parts and content of a deed and power of Attorney I had learnt from my Dad

I regained consciousness when I tried running my hand through her hair like she did mine but was cut by a pin she used in packing her hair. I wonder who uses pin to hold her hair in 21st century, I murmured to myself. While we readjusted and repackaged ourselves, she gave me this look which I understood to mean, “I have gotten value for all the things she put me through”.

I Went back to the reading hall, packed my books and went to my lodge knowing that nothing good will enter my head again after the event of that night.

I was trying to convince God not to look at my sins but on the faith of his church when her goodnight text came in, reassuring me of her love for me. Truth is, I already felt I was cheating on someone. I know I had allowed devil use me, I was not ready “ka owelu m wee melu ngwa oru”(for him to use me as his instrument) I ignored the text and went to bed.

Our Neuro-Anatomy class the next morning began with a lot of admonitions from our lecturers reminding us of the primary aim of being in school which was for our studies and not to be hanging around without light at Love Garden at night.

During the second period of the lecture, the female lecturer started hovering around hand picking some students to come out in front of the class. The procedure was simple, they will ask them questions individually and if you fail it, you call out a group member to bail you out.

When it got to Adaeze’s turn to answer question, I advised myself it was better I use the rest room at that time so nothing will make her remember my name. She failed the question just as I was finding my way out of the auditorium.

As expected, the first name that came to her mouth was Hon Dayo. People were expecting me to show up. Heads were turning, even the lecturer was sounding my name with the microphone but it was already too late in the day.

There are people that carry her with their cars, they should come and flex their muscle, after all our people will say “ na ezuo ka agha eri udele, atotuo ngiga”.

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