Driving Lessons – Episode 25

I tried Bella’s number severally without luck while inside my apartment. Power suddenly came on so I seized the opportunity to iron a few shirts. I put on one of my favorite slow jams playlist but reduced the volume to the most audible minimum. One after the other, I ironed each shirt as I sang along with every song that played. I was hoping to fuck Bella later hat evening but then she’s on her way to Delta State. Such a bad timing her mother’s death was. I finished ironing and grabbed two buckets, it was time to clean my car. As soon as I started washing my car, Tinu called my phone. She sounded so excited when I picked up and asked if I was home. I lied to her that I was at the mechanic’s workshop fixing my car.

Janet called me later in the afternoon. She had to be at the office and needed me by her side while driving. By then I already slept some more so I was alert and agile. I got into my car and drove to Janet’s house. She already prepped the Range Rover. Janet’s Toyota Corolla has not moved an inch from where it was parked since chief traveled. It shows I wasn’t the only one obsessed with the luxury of driving a Range Sport. We drove to chief’s office in Ojuelegba and I was so impressed. Chief imports building materials from the overseas and has several shops around Lagos. After inspecting things there, we checked a couple other shops before returning home. We made love once in the sitting room. Janet begged for me to spend the night but I didn’t.

It was dark by the time I got home, there was no power so it was generator noise everywhere. “Bros, aunty Bella say make you call am for this number”, I heard from behind me as I opened my door. I turned around to see Bella’s cousin who I met in Bella’s apartment earlier. She pointed the phone screen in my face while I tried to get my phone out of my pocket. I copied the number and dialed it immediately. She walked away as the line started ringing. “Hello”, came Bella’s cracked voice from the other end. She must have cried a lot for her voice to be that bad. I was full of pity for her knowing that she was quite close to her mom. We talked and she begged me to do her a favor.

Bella asked me to help look out for her cousin. “Ekene will be occupying my apartment until I return. Abeg no let am carry all those yanma-yanma boys enter my house o!”, Bella begged. We talked for a while and I assured her her young cousin was in safe hands. I could not get sexual in my conversation with Bella as usual. As a matter of fact, I didn’t expect her to feel horny anytime soon. The phone call ended and I noticed one of the cars in front of Bella’s apartment already left. The second car followed almost half an hour later. I felt like smoking some weed so I rolled up and took a few drags in my toilet. After taking a shower, I got dressed and decided to pay Ekene a visit. We had to get acquainted.

Ekene opened the door as soon as I knocked. She must have seen me coming. “Bros, you don talk to my sister?”, she asked. Her waffy pidgin was slightly more concentrated than Bella’s. That just showed she got to Lagos not too long ago. “Oh yes! We talked. So you’re Ekene, right?”, I asked. Ekene smiled sheepishly and dragged her big toe on the floor like she was trying to write something. Then she nodded in affirmation. I understood she was quite shy but then I could tell other things were involved. “Well, if you need anything, you can always come to me. Okay?”, I said. “Yes sir!”, Ekene responded and then I turned to leave. “Emm…emm! Bros”, Ekene stuttered. I turned to her and asked what it was.

“Fear dey catch me. If only me sleep for here I go dey see mama wey die”, Ekene complained. “So, what’s your plan now?”, I asked. She then asked to come sleep in my apartment. She quickly added that she can sleep in my sitting room. I looked around as if to be sure nobody was eavesdropping. Then I told her, “when you’re ready to sleep, just knock on my door or call my phone”. Ekene was happy. I gave her my number and got back into my apartment. It wasn’t up to ten minutes when Ekene called my phone. “Bros I don dey come o!”, she announced.

To be continued…

This article was written by Tunde Jones.

I am Tunde 'Bebo' Jones from Lagos Nigeria. I love my taxi driving job. I encounter a lot of passengers on a daily basis, mostly females. Some are horny while some are not but I have pledged to fuck as many as are willing. This is my diary and you're always welcome to read.

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