Episode: 1
Mama Stan Well Well was a stout woman in her late 40s, with a warm smile and a quick wit. She was a popular figure in the market, where she sold provisions from her small shop. Her customers loved her for her kindness and generosity, but little did they know that Mama Stan Well Well had a secret.
She had a weakness for young men, and she often found herself fantasizing about them. She would often look for opportunities to get close to them, to flirt with them, and to satisfy her sexual cravings.
One day, while shopping in the market, Mama Stan Well Well ran into Ndubisi, a young man who sold goods in the same market. She had known Ndubisi for a while, and she had always been drawn to his charming smile and his muscular physique.
As they chatted, Mama Stan Well Well learned that Ndubisi was looking for a place to stay. She saw an opportunity and offered him her vacant room, a small self-contained apartment in her compound.
Ndubisi was hesitant at first, but Mama Stan Well Well’s warm smile and generous offer eventually won him over. He accepted the offer, and Mama Stan Well Well was overjoyed.
As Ndubisi moved into the compound, Mama Stan Well Well couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. She knew that having Ndubisi close by would provide her with endless opportunities to flirt with him, to tease him, and to satisfy her sexual cravings.
As the days went by, Ndubisi settled into his new life in Mama Stan Well Well’s compound. He would wake up early every morning to help Mama Stan Well Well with her provisions shop, and then spend the rest of the day running his own errands and attending to his own business.
Mama Stan Well Well was delighted to have Ndubisi around. She loved having someone to talk to, and Ndubisi was always happy to chat with her. But as the days turned into weeks, Mama Stan Well Well’s conversations with Ndubisi began to take on a more flirtatious tone.
She would find excuses to touch him, to brush her hand against his arm or to pat him on the back. She would make suggestive comments, laughing and joking with him in a way that made Ndubisi feel uncomfortable.
Ndubisi tried to brush off Mama Stan Well Well’s advances, telling himself that she was just being friendly. But deep down, he knew that there was something more to it. He could see the way Mama Stan Well Well looked at him, the way her eyes seemed to undress him.
And then, one day, Mama Stan Well Well made her move. She invited Ndubisi into her living room, under the pretext of wanting to discuss something with him. But as soon as he sat down, she began to flirt with him shamelessly, touching his leg and making suggestive comments.
Ndubisi tried to shake off Mama Stan Well Well’s grip, but she held tight. He could feel her nails digging into his skin, and he knew he had to think fast.
“Mama Stan Well Well, please,” he said, trying to reason with her. “I appreciate your kindness, but I’m not interested in…whatever it is you’re proposing.”
Mama Stan Well Well’s face fell, and for a moment, Ndubisi thought he saw a flash of anger in her eyes. But then, her expression smoothed out, and she smiled again.
“Oh, Ndubisi,” she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. “You’re so naive. You don’t know what’s good for you. But I’ll let you go…for now.”
Ndubisi breathed a sigh of relief as Mama Stan Well Well released her grip on his arm. He quickly made his excuses and left the living room, feeling like he had just narrowly escaped a trap.
As he walked back to his room, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that Mama Stan Well Well was trouble. He knew he had to be careful around her, or he might find himself in a situation he couldn’t get out of.
But little did Ndubisi know, Mama Stan Well Well was just getting started. She had a plan, and she was determined to see it through. And Ndubisi was just a pawn in her game.
Ndubisi felt a shiver run down his spine as he quickly looked away, trying to brush off the feeling. But he couldn’t shake off the sense that Mama Stan Well Well’s intentions were not entirely pure.
As the days went by, Ndubisi noticed that Mama Stan Well Well’s behavior towards him was becoming increasingly flirtatious. She would touch his arm or shoulder while they were talking, and her eyes would linger on him with an intensity that made him feel uncomfortable.
One evening, as they were closing up the shop, Mama Stan Well Well asked Ndubisi to help her with something in her living room. Ndubisi agreed, and as they walked into the living room, he noticed that the atmosphere was different. The lights were dimmed, and there was a faint scent of perfume in the air.
Mama Stan Well Well walked over to the couch and sat down, patting the seat beside her. “Come and sit down, Ndubisi,” she said, her voice low and husky. “I want to talk to you about something.”
Ndubisi felt a sense of trepidation as he sat down beside her. He could feel her warmth radiating towards him, and her eyes seemed to be boring into his soul.
“What is it, Mama Stan Well Well?” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
Mama Stan Well Well smiled, her eyes glinting with amusement. “I think you know, Ndubisi,” she said, her voice dripping with suggestion. “I think you know exactly what I want.”
Mama Stan Well Well leaned in close, her breath hot against Ndubisi’s ear. “Come on, Ndu my love,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “Don’t be shy. I know you feel the same way.”
Ndubisi felt a shiver run down his spine as he pulled away from her. “Mama Stan Well Well, please,” he said, trying to sound firm. “I don’t feel that way. You’re my landlady, and I respect you.”
Mama Stan Well Well pouted, her lips curling downward in disappointment. “Ndu, Ndu, Ndu,” she sighed, shaking her head. “You’re so stubborn. Fine, be that way. But know this: I always get what I want.”
Ndubisi felt a chill run down his spine as Mama Stan Well Well’s eyes seemed to bore into his soul. He knew he had to be careful around her, or he might find himself in a situation he couldn’t get out of.
“Let’s just forget about this, okay?” Ndubisi said, trying to sound calm.
Mama Stan Well Well smiled, her eyes glinting with amusement. “Oh, Ndu,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “We’re just getting started.”
Mama Stan Well Well’s smile grew wider as she stood up, her eyes never leaving Ndubisi’s face. “From now on, Ndu, things are going to change around here,” she said, her voice dripping with malice.
Ndubisi felt a sense of unease as Mama Stan Well Well began to pace around the room. “First of all, I’m increasing the rent,” she said, her eyes glinting with triumph. “And secondly, I’m introducing some new rules.”
Ndubisi’s eyes widened as Mama Stan Well Well began to rattle off a list of ridiculous rules. “No visitors after 10pm, no loud music, and no cooking in the room,” she said, her voice growing more and more shrill.
Ndubisi felt like he was being suffocated. “Mama Stan Well Well, this is unfair,” he protested.
But Mama Stan Well Well just laughed. “You don’t like it, Ndu? Then maybe you should just leave,” she said, her eyes glinting with malice.
Ndubisi felt a surge of anger at Mama Stan Well Well’s words. He knew she was trying to push him out, but he was determined not to give her the satisfaction.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, his voice firm. “I’ve paid my rent, and I have a right to stay here.”
Mama Stan Well Well’s face twisted with rage. “We’ll see about that,” she spat, storming out of the room.
Ndubisi was left feeling shaken and uneasy. He knew he had to be careful, or Mama Stan Well Well would find a way to get rid of him.
As the days went by, Ndubisi noticed that Mama Stan Well Well was making his life more and more difficult. She would turn off the electricity at random times, plunging his room into darkness.
But the worst part was when she locked the central water supply, cutting off the water to his room. Ndubisi was forced to fetch water from the nearby well, just to get a drink or wash his hands.
He felt like he was being slowly tortured, worn down by Mama Stan Well Well’s relentless campaign against him. But he refused to give up. He would find a way to outsmart her, no matter what it took.
As he lay in bed that night, listening to the sound of his own stomach growling with hunger, Ndubisi made a vow to himself. He would not be driven out by Mama Stan Well Well’s cruelty. He would fight back, and he would win.
To be continued…
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