Manager’s Villa 18+
Episode 1
Just got admission to study Mathematics in the better by far university of ilorin. As a lagos boy, I believed I had nothing to learn as the streets had taught me all I need to know, how wrong I was.
Landed in ilorin, and fortunately or unfortunately as the case could be I was stranded. My guys had not returned to school albeit they were in the polytechnic, so their school calender was different.
Lesson one, the streets don’t teach you about school calender.
Well, like the saying goes, every disappointment is a blessing in disguise, I decided to make a good use of my misfortune. I placed a call to my friend from lag, Bisola by name.
Let me tell you about Bisola a little, you know those girls always trying to form sophisticated, as in those gettho girls trying to form posh, exactly. Girls who speaks as if their throat had been super glued only leaving a little opening for speech to come out. That’s not all, you remember those girls that usually shoot their b0s0m forward when the walk around? And as a effect of that their butt0ckz shoot backwards to give their back one kind of C-shape? She was one of them, the only different is that while most of such girls have an African Star Apple kind of b0s0m we call it Agbalumo on the streets, Bisola has a semi cossy orjiakor type, she was gifted.
She was quiet tall for a lady, not too good looking but not bad. Like we say on the streets, she was just there
Okay enough about one person, let me go back to the main story.
Errrm where was I sef?
So I called Bisola with my Bird flip phone, that phone was tech and bad back then, I think it had a blue face and that moment when it rings and u flip it open before you pick, no better feeling that that, you feel like a boss.
Told Bisola that have just arrived and am kind of bored where I was and I won’t mind coming to chill at her place. She gave me the address and the description, it wasn’t really far from where I was, so I told her I will be there in thirty minutes.
Well I got to the address Bisola gave and then called her line to come get me, she came out, we hugged, did I mention that I love hugging her?
Well I do. She took me to where she stays and then I learnt lesson number two that the streets forgot to teach me.
Lesson two: a leopard can change its skin
Bisola a lead choirister in church, so gentle and easy going was leaving in the midst of five boys as in 5 men. Hmmmm, wonders they say never ends. Well my church mind told me she was just staying there until she will finish her registeration and then move to the hostel, sincerely I believed my church mind.
After all the welcoming and greetings, we sat in front of the building, can you imagine she couldn’t even let me into the house, maybe its was her over forming that was falling her hand.
Bad as it may, her predicament was better than mine, at least she stays somewhere, here I am not knowing where I will lay my head, well that makes me a disciple of Jesus, you know the bible said ‘the son of man had no place to lay his head’. Did I tell you am a pastor’s son? Yeah you heard me right, my dad is a pastor. Forget all thoes streets have been talking about ooo, I am a pastor in the making and have been since over 20 years ago, I am one for the future.
I decided to let Bisola in on my situation, she told me there was no space left in their room, it was just a room and they are six in the room already.
In my mind I was like ‘half a dozen’ * iya n je boys* (boys are suffering). Well growing up there was a sandal called *iya n je boys* errm that’s a story for another day.
While we were discussing one of Bisola’s roomie joined us, he was introduced to me as Acme, he was the LandLord, or should I call him the Room Lord. Acme heard of my predicament, and he suggested I could stay with them. I was so elated and thanked him a lot. Acme offered me to join the guy in their already prepared meal, as a lagos boy now, I don’t slack with food, I didn’t even remember I was a stranger I just joined in eating the communion.
After eating I told I was formally introduced to the rest of the guys, luckily for me, we all came from the same area in Lagos except for Acme and TJ. TJ was an Alfa, he went to a school in Agege, I think it was Sheikh Adam’s school, he called it *morikas*(please I can’t seem to get the spelling) , he was there for eight good years learning arabic and the holy Quran. But after all the 8years here was he trying to write IJMB with old age.
Then there was Kzee, Abbey and Ismail. We all chatted a little before I decide to go and get my bag before nightfall. I was escorted out of the building and wen I got to about 10metres away from the building, I looked back and there it was, guess…………….. The name of the building written bodly as MANAGER’S VILLA.
Managers Villa is located at Oko Erin off Taiwo Road in Ilorin. History had it that it was a slaughter slab in those days when Unilorin was majorly at the mini-campus, before the sacking of the 49 lecturers and before Unilorin stopped having a SUG. It was the home to Mademen, Strongmen and more, well if you want to know more about mademen I suggest you try and read drnoel’s Chido Remi: Memoirs
Of Dying And Living!!! Or davidflo’s The Devil Who Loved Me.
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It was some 200 metres away from the main road and it was borderd by a carnal on the south, an uncompleted two story building on the west, a mini farm on the east and a bush path to the north.
Back to the story.
I got my bag and returned to the villa, I was given a little orientation about registration and school before we slept. Now sleeping was an ish.
We had two beds in the room, one large size Mouka foam and a small hostel size bed. The beds were placed side by side. Two people sleep on the big bed, while the rest place their head on the big bed and their bodies on the small one with legs dangling on the rug. Acme and Bisola slept on the bed, well my church mind said it was because he owns the room and she’s the only lady, as usual, I believed my church mind.
Next morning we all left for school, it was a cold morning with fog everywhere. Got to school did my clearance but had to rush back to the villa cause I had to travel back to lagos that same day. If you have read Cancer a true life story you should know why I had to go back home.
I got to the villa, to our door precisely and some voices from within stopped me from opening, it was a lady screaming at the top of her voice: yeeeeeee, ori iya mi oooo (my mothers head) obo mi ti ya ooo (my pvssy is torn), egba mi ooo, o fe pami ooo (please help me, he wants to kill me) please faster, faster. When I heard the last statement I almost laughed out loud, here was a lady crying for help and yet saying faster. When the streets always say ladies don’t know what they want, it was right after all.
I had to chill outside for some minutes, till TJ came back, he asked why I was outside, told him I just arrived, immediately he knew there was a match being played on the field. He walked through the passage singing Tony Tetuila you don hit my car on top of his lungs. Two minutes later, Acme came out and met us outside.
Acme: baba shey e never tey wey una come.
Me: at all, I just land two minutes ago
Tj: we don dey hear since 30minutes ago, you be machine oooo, una no even fit dey play music to cover una sound.
Acme: boss no vex, and no be say we really do anything ooo, we just they play around the room ni hence the noise you heard
TJ: acme, shey you see tribal mark for my face abi
Me: bosses, I need to get my bag inside, am off to lagos
Acme: hope all is well
Me: yeah, just forgot some documents at home ni
Acme: wait let me go in first and I will signal to you to come in
Me: you want to arrange the place u guys scattered when you were running around the room bah?
We both laughed and few seconds later I got the signal to move in.
I met a beautiful, brief black lady inside the room, she was well endowed on the upper region, and her butt0ckz was well rounded, to say the least, she was beautiful, she was introduced to me as KB, you know when a short lady is endowed in every area, she looks shorter. Yeah that was KB. I really didn’t have time to access her, I just took my bags and left.
I returned from Lagos, to resumed fully and here is where the sexcapades begin.
Happy Democracy Day Nigeria. We pray this new administration lead us to the promised land.
Got back to ilorin on a sunny afternoon, just past 2pm. Got chilled pure water and garri to step it down, I got to the lodge and met the shock of my life, was it really a shock? Well, I opened the door and met Bisola on Acme ramming him like no man’s business. I quickly moved back without turning around.
*Omo which kain tin be dis* I taught to myself, see as I just use my blues spoil people reggae this afternoon.
Sitting outside, Halima a neighbour’s daughter came back from school.
Halima was on a hijab up to her b0s0m level but that didn’t stop me from noticing the dunlop elite she carried. She was fair, chubby and beautiful, I mean very beautiful.
Halima was an SS2 students of girls school Oko-Erin, but hey, she was more matured than a final year university student. I decided to ask halima for a bowl and spoon to consume my garri, she brought the bowl and asked me to sit in their sitting room while I wait for my friends to finish. I sat there, within minutes Halima had changed to a short gown, infact it was a provocative short gown. She sat opposite me, seating carelessly, well, I tried to drink my garri in peace, but this thing opposite me had taken the peace away, I was restless. I kept my gaze on her face level while she tried to start a conversion.
Halima: bros, you are the one I saw with sister Bisola the other night
Me: yes ooo, na me
Halima: have u called her to know you are here
Me: well, I don’t need to call her cos I stay here now
Halima: really?
Me: yes
By this time halima’s laps were as wide as the parted red sea and my gaze left her face level without notice to her knee level, halima was wearing a silky blue pant, from afar I could see that the region was swollen. My JT was responding to what I was seeing and I had forgotten that we were having a discussion. I was brought back to reality when she shouted bros again
Me: yea, sorry I was lost in taught *trying to form serious*
Halima: *obviously aware of what was happening* just smiled and asked what I was thinking
Me: about school and everything
Halima: by the way, what’s your name
Me: am tee
Halima: so I will be calling you Tee baba
Me: no problem if that’s good for you.
While we were discussing, Acme walked in and we shook hand, he then said we should go into the room. We got to the room and Bisola was no where to be found, so I asked
Me: baba where Bisola now
Acme: she’s gone
Me: gone to where?
Acme: didn’t she tell you? She moved out some days after you travelled. She just came to pick some of her things that are left
Me: somethings like you abi
Acme: well, if u say so
Me: so u guys are dating abi
Acme: date fire, we are not ooo. It was when she came for Post UME that I tried my luck with her ooo, and since then we have been shining each others congo
Me: hmmmmm
Acme: shey una two dey date ni
Me: at all ooo, she just a friend from church and it was even admission that brought us closer
Acme: but has I dey reason am, e be like say you wan sample the girl
Me: I will if I get the chance ooo.
The conversation continues indefinitely.
That was the last time I saw Bisola till the semester ended, we do talk on fone but she avoided me like a plague.
Later in the evening, Acme showed me another phase of dynamism..
Later in the evening, it was a full house, I and Acme had decided to keep what I saw a secret, so it was. After dinner we were having discussions when I raised the Halima’s issue.
Me: guys abeg, that young girl called halima, like how old is she sef?
TJ: oni bara e n bole bo ( your beggar is about turning to a thief)
Me: haaaa, forget that, I have no negative intentions ooo, its just that this afternoon I saw her in a school uniform but she looks older than the average student
Acme: well she’s just 14 years
Me: really? Wetin she dey chop
Kzee: I have been trying to corner her sef
Abbey: bros Kzee, is she not too young for you? Ou guys no am the youngest in this room, so please leave the young one for the young man
We all clapped for Abbey and is great presentation then kzee continued
Kzee: you know you two would be too young for each other, she needs a mature hand to guide her through this young adolescence stage, and that’s where my experience comes in handy
Abbey: but bros you know I know your girlfriend of seven years, do you want to cheat on her? Even if you are to cheat, is it with his tiny girl.
Please leave her for me oooo
Acme: guys, anyone can have her, but please let’s have it in mind that her mum has been wonderful to us, she brings food for us almost every night, sometimes she allow us sleep in her sitting room due to our congestion, so please whatever the case may be, don’t let her mother know.
Kzee: I understand, if I corner her now, we would be having more food from their side.
While we were still talking, KB walked in, I tried to check my time and it was past 9pm. We all excused her and Acme to sit in Halima’s sitting room
Me: ismail, she this babe wan sleep here ni? Or shey na around she dey stay
Ismail: she fit sleep na, na today? She usually sleep here when she feels like
We then switched the discussion to football, Ismail was an Arsenal fan with Abbey, Kzee and Acme are both chelsea fan while I am a manchester united fan, TJ is clubless.
It was past ten so we all decided to go in and sleep, cos it seems Halima and her sister rukky will be sleeping in the sitting room.
Acme and KB took the big bed, with Acme sleeping close to the wall so KB was sleeping close to where we were to put our heads. We sq££zed ourselves to the small hostel size bed and we haven’t slept for long when we started hearing whispers from the big bed. Well at first I taught I was the only one hearing this but I saw Kzee also running his eyes through and fro and our eyes met but we remained silent. This was what we heard
Acme: Kb move closer now
KB: please leave me like this am tired
Acme: just move ur butt0ckz close
Kb: what are you even trying to do, leave my wrapper joor
Acme: you are raising your voice na
Kb: you too leave me alone. Stop don’t off my pant ooo
Acme: your shakara to much joor, just move closer
KB: acme I don’t have the strength for this tonight
Acme: don’t worry, u don’t need to stress yourself, just let me do the job.
The next thing we heard was the bed moving, Kb had loosed her wrapper making he butt0ckz to face Acme, and Acme the sharp guy had penetrated her from behind.
Acme was hitting her hard cos I could hear the sound his body was making with her butt0ckz, but Kb was neither shaking nor making a sound she was just there like a log of wood.
At this point I became restless, sleep had vanished and my eyes were too clear, to make matter worse I became tensed and had to use the toilet, but how I go take stand up for this situation.
I was just there forming snoring and kzee was tapping me at interval to let me know he was watching the live mojo, cause from the angle he slept he could see some part of the bed.
After about 30 minutes, the movement stopped, so I stood up, took my phone, when to the toilet and placed a call to my babe in lagos, you know then extra cool was the best package for any student.
I tried talking dirty with my babe, but she wasn’t in the mood for that, she left me hanging saying she was feeling sleepy, chai I don suffer.
Went back inside closed my eyes firmly and before I knew it, I was off to dreamland.
By 5am we all do wake up, cause all my room mates where muslim and they have to pray early, but on this fateful morning, Acme was the first to wake up, he quickly dashed to the bathroom for his ‘janaba’. Janaba is a special kind of cleansing bath usually done after Sekxual intercourse. After the prayers, we all went to the farm beside our house to play football, KB was home preparing the meal for the day. After the game, we returned home and Kb said she was leaving, Acme escorted her.
When Acme returned, the following discussion enthused
Kzee: baba welldone ooo
Acme: thank you
Kzee: how was it?
Acme: what?
Kzee: nothing ooooo, don’t worry
Me: oga, you really slept well yesternight oooo
Acme: because of Kb? She can’t even disturb my sleep, I was really tired that yesterday
Me: I can imagine
TJ: is it the first time Kb is sleeping here or why are you guys getting over your head with that
Kzee: this is not the first time ooo, but if you had not slept like a golgi body or a log of wood, you would have know that yesterday was a first.
Me: but how can you guys sleep that night
Abbey: why won’t we sleep? What are you guys really driving at
Acme: don’t mind them jare
Me: why will they mind us before when you were busy ramming someone from behind without minding that we put our head and creator on that same bed
TJ: its a lie, it can’t be true, don’t tell me I missed something has eventful has that
Kzee: oga you missed more than that, this guy almost tear the punny but the girl sef no even shake, she tanda gidigba for the guy.
Me: my guy was just over working himself and the lady just dey read newspaper for her dream.
We all laughed
Tj: but Acme, this frustration had to stop oooo
Acme: if you are frustrated, go do your own na
Me: you know say me I new here that’s why I was watching how things dey go, but as I have understand that we all are freemen, then we go dey frustrate ourselves the go be that
Abbey: na true na, make me first use Halima break record
Kzee: abbey, you know say your dad handed you over to me from lag, don’t let me be the same person that will break your head ooo, leave Halima alone
Me: why will you ask him to leave her alone, make everyone play his game well and then its lucky for the winner.
Acme: after all said and done, ladies and gentlemen of Spooky Island, let the competition begins and at the end of the semester we will all have our score cards and reports.
No wahala we all chorused.
At this point, hell hath been let loose and the son of men were ready to out do the other for the devil’s price.
So far, Acme is leading but the table is just about to turn.
To be continued
