On our way to the supermarket, Bobby walked slightly behind me. I couldn’t think straight, my head, thoughts were running riot; I was beginning to lose it. Bobby had a lot to say, I kept responding with ‘hmm’ to show I was following until I finally lost concentration; the only voice I could hear were those in my head, Bobby was just the other guy with two moving lips. Bobby called me, loud enough to send a hypertensive patient into coma.
“Baron!” he yelled. I snapped out of ‘lonely world’ with a little jerk.
“Hmm”.
Bobby stared at me like I was something dropped out of the sky.
“Wetin be hmm?”
“I mean yes, to what... What you just said” I stuttered.
“and am asking you, what did I just say?”
Was i even listening? I apologized for my absent mindedness and he pulled to a stop;
“No vex, what did you say?” i asked.
“I say, where you dey go?”.
“what do you mean by where I dey go?” I asked confused.
“I dey ask you because I just follow you waka like ram pass Mrs. Aisha supermarket like say e get wetin you wan do for down street.”
I looked around in shock; we were about twenty meters past the supermarket. I was genuinely surprised and embarrassed. I easily could have put the blame on him; say I was following him because I thought he was headed for something too, but my reaction already betrayed that. How did i walk pass the supermarket without even knowing it? Back to the supermarket we headed.
“...i just hope say you never mad, I no dey do friendship with mad people o”. That would have passed for a joke that it was meant to be, but it didn’t, I was already pissed at the stupid manner in which I had just made a fool of myself, I just needed to transfer the aggression to something else, and Bobby had just given me a cue. I stopped abruptly and went wild.
“What is the meaning of that rubbish?..” Bobby walked on; ignoring my rants.
“...that I take your craps doesn’t mean you can vomit trash any how you like, what are you calling me mad for?..” oh God! Did I feel better? Not yet, almost there...nope, I didn’t feel better; the idiot started laughing at me like I was a big joke; what i could give to have him dead.
“guy, if you think say your shout and vex go cover up your jonsing, na big lie. Oh boy, for broad day light na him you sleep-walk pass where we dey go and you say make I know ask weda you don kolo? Abeg make we dey go jare, later you go buy panadol”. He added with laughter.
I was exploding like hell deep inside with laughter at his stupid joke. He really got me busted, but i struggled to keep d laugh off my face. Bobby looked at me with all seriousness like he had something meaningful to say to me.
“Oh boy, nobody go beat you if you laugh am out.”
With that he walked into the supermarket, with frown on my face and a damp spirit, I followed him in; with her back on us is Aisha, showing off some of the products we already arranged on the shelves to another lady whose backside could have brought a thousand smiles to my face. They turned around at the sound of the door.
My! Oh my! And her facial beauty was enough to unhook my zipper; actually, her exposed cleavage did get some blood rushing into my member. bobby narrowly escaped hitting the ground face down when he missed a step, that is what happens when you get carried away by an ass and boobs like that.
“Good morning dearies...” Mrs. Aisha cooed at us; i could have swore she was a pigeon. She turned to her friend.
“These are the two I told you about, they have really been helpful.” she said flashing that seductive smile.
Her friend smiled slowly, showing off her set of super white teeth. I could see a reflection of black Bobby on them, just so you know how white and shiny they were.
“They really must be helpful, even came earlier than you told them to...” she flashed that smile again, this time, at me.
“...and they look strong and fit to pull this off.” She added. Bobby’s smirk disappeared; even though she used the word “they”, Bobby knew he wasn’t been referred to, he doesn’t look strong and nowhere near fit.
Man! I just knew a lot more than we expected had been discussed about us. And when she said we looked fit and strong to “pull this off”, I had a feeling she wasn’t referring to this present task of stocking the shelves. I tried in many ways possible to stop my emotional stress from playing on my face.
Few minutes later, Bobby and I are stocking the shelves; what I thought funny was the manner in which the two older ladies were following behind us as we carried on with work, occasionally exchanging glances. I must confess; it was a big deal working with the level hard-on i had. Why was i feeling this way? Responding to the mere presence of a married woman; i could tell from the ring on her finger.
It was beginning to feel hot in there, all sweaty and soaked to our shirts. It was not because of the two hot ladies in the room but because of the low level of ventilation; power was out and according to the wife of the General, her generator was on its way. It was no use hoping on the generator for we would have been long done with the stocking before its arrival.
“It is so hot in here, look how they sweat...” the second lady said aloud to Aisha. Sounded more like excitement to me than complaint.
“Maybe they need to take their shirts off, because of the heat.”
Bobby and I paused simultaneously to exchange glances; whatever this woman was driving at, we weren’t finding it funny. I was beginning to get crazy ideas and I could tell Bobby was way ahead of me because in a twinkling of eyes, the pervert was topless; I hesitated. Mrs. Aisha noticed my discomfort, she thought something was wrong with me somehow; I was not my usual self.
“Is something wrong?” she asked me. I was not going to tell her my sorry story; I was going to say everything was fine...
“He lost his mother yesterday, she owed the landlord two years rent and he has been given les than two months to move out. We tried begging but he wouldn’t listen.”
There was pin drop silence in the room for few seconds; I could feel the pity and compassion build up in the two women. I stared at Bobby in disbelief, did he just tell that fat lie? If I didn’t know any better, I would have denied his claims; he sure would have killed me after though.
“haba! Human beings can be heartless. I knew something was wrong.” Aisha said in her sexy hausa accent.
“...you should have told me. You just lost your mother, you should be grieving, not doing this.” She added in a genuine pained voice.
“If we don’t work, we will not be able to save enough for the rents.” Bobby replied. I was dumbfounded; couldn’t find my tongue, didn’t bother to look.
“How much is the rent? You shouldn’t kill yourself over that. Just take off your shirt and finish up with this work, the rent will be sorted out.” The second lady added to our surprise. Yes! We! Bobby was surprised too. I guess he wasn’t expecting that to have played out so easy. Why is this married woman bent on seeing me topless? I didn't think of that then though. Did I wait to be asked a second time? I would have had my jean trousers off too, but that would have convinced Bobby that i have gone mad. Both women couldn’t stop staring, exchanging glances. At a time I thought I saw them lick their lips; maybe I imagined that.
Before three in the afternoon, we were done with the stocking, now the supermarket is ready. We were paid four times the price we agreed upon. After cleaning up, Aisha introduced us formerly to her friend, Mrs. Angela Kano. Her husband, we learnt is a sailor, spends almost half of the year on seas. I couldn’t help but wonder;
“why do these men go for the finest ladies only to dump them at home like some antique collections?” even antiques do need dusting from time to time.
Mrs. Angela needed someone to help her empty her store at home the next day, and she wanted me to help with that while Bobby was to report at the supermarket to help with an unknown task. Why split us? We could easily handle both tasks together; it didn’t feel right. Yet I found myself getting so excited. I prayed silently for the day to fly by. Mrs. Angela needed help, and I was willing to render. Just some hours between, patience was nowhere to be exercised, but I had no choice but to wait it out, impatiently.
Until next week, yours truthfully, Baron Chidalu.
Chidera Reginald.
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