When Yinka woke up around 9pm, he
thought the white girl was gone. He was so fagged out from the fun he had with
her that it took him some moments to come out of the bed. Sluggishly, he stepped
out of the bed, put on his boxers, and headed for the kitchen to take some cold
beer from the fridge. That was when he noticed she was still around; looking
relaxed on a chair while watching the TV like it was her own matrimonial home. She
was almost as naked as she was in bed, even in her mini skirt and her tube-like
top. Yinka couldn’t stop the playback of what they just had that was coming to
his head.
“Hey Kiki,” Yinka called. “I thought
you were gone.”
“I thought you black men are
stronger in bed,” She chose not to answer. “If we had to do this again, you may
need to improve on what you did today.”
“Are you kidding?” Yinka exclaimed.
“After those exhaustive five rounds you still tell me I need to improve?”
By now Cyprian and Elechi must have
been around, he knew. But they could not enter the apartment because they knew
the white lady should still be with him. They must have seen her car at the car
park. He had to do something, at least to know if the girl wants to sleep over
or not. That will help him to know what to tell his friends on phone. He
desperately wanted to know how the meeting in the office went, but he also
didn’t want to let the white girl go. She was too sweet with him on bed.
He sat beside Kiki, who was already
sipping her own chilled canned beer too. A cigarette also hung on her mouth
throwing out some light smoke like she was a chimney. He didn’t know how to
start his conversation; somehow, there was something about this girl that
looked different. It made him have a mixed feeling; fear and excitement.
“Em... I... Em” Yinka couldn’t find
the words.
But Kiki helped him, “I knew about
you before I came to Nigeria”
“What?”
That help only shocked him. He
suddenly developed more fear. But he managed to feign a smile.
“What are you talking about? Are you
some princess who came to Nigeria to look for some Prince charming or you are
the female version of Eddie Murphy who now came to Nigeria to look for a
husband?”
“Though I’m British,” She seemed to
have the habit of not repeating herself. “I am from Haiti. My family has a
voodoo business going on there.”
He jumped off the chair. The canned
beer dropped off his hand. This doesn’t sound good. It seemed his fear was
taking the upper hand from the excitement.
“My Dad has been monitoring Aro for
years.” Though she didn’t pronounce it well, Yinka knew it was the same Arowolo
she was talking about. “We need your help!”
“This doesn’t make sense.... I mean,
you are white!”
“Being white doesn’t mean we don’t have
our own voodoo. As a matter of fact, voodoo of the western world is stronger
than that of Africa.”
Staggered, he walked to one of the
chair opposite Kiki and sat down. Pretending to be brave yet freezing inside.
His major fear was that what Kiki wanted might lead to the end of his life. So
the money was a fluke anyway, Arowolo only wanted him to enjoy the last days of
his life. He must have seen this coming.
Kiki just smiled. Somehow he thought
she was reading his mind.
“Okay,” She went straight to where
she stopped not showing any concern for his fears. “The man you thought was
just a ghost is no longer just a ghost Yinka: he is fast becoming a god.”
Even with the fearful cold chill
running down his spine, he still looked at Kiki in such a way that said, “You
must be out of your mind.”
“But how does this concern me?”
“You helped free his powers. You are
going to help us tame it back.”
“What?”
“I will help you.” She said calmly.
“The *** I had with you was to fortify you. Aro will find it difficult to kill
you.”
“Kill?”
“And you are not going to do it
alone this time.” She paused to look around. “Your friends will help you. I
know they are around now. And I know you don’t keep secrets from them.”
“How do you expect me to convince
them for such a dangerous mission? How are my even sure you are real? I didn’t
feel any different from what I felt when I had *** with you than what I felt
with other girls, yet you said you fortified me. You may even be some scammer
for all I care. NO! I don’t want to hear this anymore. Enough!”
Kiki was shocked inexplicably. She
never expected Yinka to say that. But she was not discouraged.
“Okay. Okay. I guess I don’t have to
speak anymore. You will see the signs.”
She rose without saying any more and
adjusted her mini skirt and her tube-like top. She picked her car key from the
table and she exit.
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