TOLANI
EPISODE 4
Chimaobi opened the door and I walked into the room.
“How dare you cheat on me?” I screamed at him.
“What are you talking about?” He asked, confused.
“Who is she? Who is that thing? How could you do this to me?” I said, hitting his arms and chest, crying.
“Bit*Ch! I am no thing. I’m gonna hit you hard if you repeat that again.” she said to me, coming into the room.
“You can’t do anything.” I fired back at her.
“Oh! My God, Tolani, this is my cousin sister.” He said, and I was struck dumb.
“Looser, you should trust your man and stop being insecure, you ugly thing.” She said to me.
“I’m going to slap your mouth if you call me that again.” I shone her as Chimaobi kept slapping his forehead out of frustration.
“Try it! Let me teach…” She said, and Chimaobi interrupted, shouting at the both of us.
“Could you two just stop? What is this kwanu? Onyi, excuse us.”
“But…”
“Onyi, please, excuse us. I want to speak to my girl.” He told her, she looked at me disdainfully, making a “fu.ck” you sign with her index finger.
“Onyi! I’m not going to tolerate that.” He shouted at her as she shut the door against us.
He hived a sigh of relief and turned to where I was seated on the bed, with my head lowered in shame.
“I have told you to learn how to calm yourself when you are angry. You don’t have to shout to express yourself. Stop making assumptions and trust me, Tolani. What is your problem? How many times will I tell you to trust me?” He cried out.
“You will injure yourself one day, o. Every time, your blood is hot like Mama Mmesoma’s Nkwobi; isiewu.” He said angrily, but the simile he used cracked me up that I had to laugh. To think I bought the spicy Nkwobi made me laugh the more.
“It’s not a laughing matter. It is not, look at Onyi I wanted to introduce you to her, you have given her an awful impression.” He said, walking out on me.
“Obi m, I’m sorry.” I begged him, holding him by the waist.
“Abeg, hapu go du m aka.” He said, removing my hands.
“I will not hapu gi aka.” I responded.
“Come here.” I said, dragging him to myself.
“Nne, I’m not happy, please.” He repeated with displeasure.
“I know I didn’t do well, Obi. I’m genuinely sorry. I will go and apologize to her. But you have to forgive me first.” I pleaded.
“Oh?” I said, touching his cheeks and dragging his beards. I pressed my face to his and resumed,
“Kiss me and your temper will go low.”
But he would not respond.
“It’s alright, no wahala. Let me excuse you.” I said, turning around, pretending I was leaving.
“Mcheeww, come here, joor.” He pulled me back to his chest and kissed me.
“I’ve missed you so much, babie.” He said, carrying me to the bed.
“Not now, babe, let me go and apologize to your sister.” I said.
“Leave that one, later, you do that. Take care of your baby boy first.” He said, removing his shirt.
“You no go like calm down abi?” I asked him, as I went to the guest room to apologize to Onyi.
Getting to the door, I knocked.
“It’s me, Tolani. Please let me in. I’m deeply sorry for being this way. I wish it didn’t happen.” I pleaded, but she refused to open the door.
“F*ck off b*tch!” She kept shouting on me. I got fed up and left to the sitting room to pick up the goodies I bought.
“Na she sabi, I don apologize. I am not doing that again.”
I had all the fruit in the fridge and poured the spicy Nkwobi isiewu in a classy bowl, took a pack of Strawberry juice to Chimaobi’s room.
“ Look what I got you! The Mama Mmesoma’s spicy Nkwobi you compared me to”.
He immediately deepen his hands into the bowl and scooped a good chunk of meat into his mouth.
“Oh! You be wife material, o!” He shouted in excitement, throwing more chunks into his mouth.
“Calm down na, Maobi. Kilode?”
“Fi mi lee joor” he spoke in Yoruba and I had to laugh hard. Chimaobi would constantly try to say some Yoruba words like I always did in Igbo. We found ourselves doing that often. It made us comfortable with each other despite our tribal differences.
“Your cousin sister is too rude, she no gree oo. She said, “Fu*CK off b*tch”. I gisted him.
He laughed and spoke, “Na London girl na. Them no get chills too. She for break your nose. That’s how cra*zy they are.” He said, eating the Nkwobi so fast.
“She no fit. Am I handicapped?” I asked him, chuckling and giggling.
He looked at me for a while and said,
“Come here,” as he dragged and tried to kiss me, but I pressed my knees to my chest, rolling my eyes in a girlish manner.
“No, let’s finish this first.”
“Kiss me osiso.” he ordered, playfully.
“I won’t”
He held out to my arms and dragged me to himself, as he tried to force some chewed meat into my mouth.
“Chimaobi! It’s disgusting. STOP!” I struggled and attacked him with my full-body strength like I was strong enough to fight him.
He was careful not to respond to me with equal viciousness, he grabbed me by the neck with his fingers almost making a full circular curve around my thin neck.
“Ah! Open your mouth.” He ordered again, and sat on my belly. I shook my head left and right to stop him, laughed so loud.
Chimaobi grabbed my waifish arms, but I struggled and shook him off, his male protective instinct wouldn’t let him fight me with all his strength, but my relentlessness was demanding equal reaction, so he purposely squeezed my two wrist together, very hard that I had to scream.
“Ah! Maobi! You’re hurting me, stop!”
“Ngwanu, ah! Open your mouth”
“No!”
He squeezed it harder to explore my pain endurance limit.
“Ah!” I screamed so loud in pain, opening my mouth as I couldn’t hold any more pains.
He locked his lips with mine and pressed the chewed meat into my mouth.
“Chew and swallow it. That’s your punishment for shouting and disturbing the peace of this house.” He said, pressing my wrist together the more.
“Babe, stop nah!”
“Chew and swallow!” He pressed harder that I had to do as he said.
“Good girl!” He said, standing up from me.
“You are such a bully.” I said, frowning.
“And you? You’re such a stubborn, beautiful doll.” he said, tugging my cheeks to laugh.
“Leave me alone”
“I won’t.”
He pestered me relentlessly.
“I will need to call my brothers to beat you up one day.” I teased, frowning, as he laughed.
“You’ve forgotten I’m a complete Igbo guy, I will beat your brothers blue-black. Na akpu I de swallow for close to 3 decades, NWA.” He said, holding me by the waist and kissing my neck randomly.
I had missed him and had enjoyed our play fights. I couldn’t wait to feel him again.
“Oya, ndo o? I won’t do that again.” He dragged me to lie down on the bed, as he continued to kiss me, I responded, holding unto him tightly.
He tore me in seconds like he was in hurry, unlike our first day.
This time, he was swift as he flung my bra to the floor, looked up into my eyes, kissed my chin, my mouth, and our tongues touched,
“oh, too much!” I cried as he slipped his lips free into mine, moved up to kiss my nose, on one side, then the other.
Tension everywhere 🔥
He moved back down, until he is level with my b*****s, then, he raised my skirt up and dragged my undies down to my hips, with his finger inside me.
In a few minutes, I began to have some itchy feelings between my legs, but I continued, forgetting all my worries. I didn’t even care what my brothers or my protective parents would feel like if they got to know that their little baby girl is underneath a man. I just wanted Chimaobi forever.
Forever to myself.
“Such a sweet, loving man.” I whined my waist and body in pleasure, but the pepperish itchy feelings came again in full discomfort.
“Blood of Jesus! Wait a minute, babe.” I shouted, pushing him away from me.
“What is it?”
“ Did you wash your hands?” I cried out in pains.
“Jesus Christ! I didn’t, it didn’t occur to me. Oh, my God. What should we do?” He said, helplessly, as I stood up immediately, shouting,
“Chimaobi, you have killed me o.”
Jumping and dancing in acrobatic nature, running into the bathroom, as Chimaobi ran after me.
Wahala for who de eat Mama Mmesoma’s isiewu without washing hands.
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Will washing herself help her?
Abeg advise Tolani on what to do to ease this pain.
To be continued…
