Toto Series - That's your problem

"motherhood - maternità" by Matteo Bagnoli is licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0

"Anything apart from fuck I fit give you. In fact I fit arrange babes for you. Tall, short, fat, slim, name am, I go give you. But me and you, to fuck? Lai lai".

This girl no sabi who I be na im make she just dey run mouth as she want. Me? E be like say she no know who I be. Mr anything I want I go get? Most girls wey talk say them fit fuck at will no really mean am. This one wey dey form bad bitch for here just need small conditioning and fiam she go begin act Indian feem, and before you know it, legs go wide pass Peter Rufai net.

"I hear you. No, arrange any babe for me. I sabi road. Besides, I no wan fuck you either. You na correct babe. I prefer you as a friend."

"Good cuz that's all you are getting".

These kian girls na small conditioning dem need and me I get time. Them no dey call me Mr anything I want I go get for nothing.

I met Ella during my brother's wedding party. I had planned it for him even though he did not attend it. She had come along with some girls I recognized from campus. She was the life of the party! Omo! She was full of energy and exuding positive vibes! Every guy in the house wanted to talk to her. She would listen with full concentration, laugh when a joke was shared, and dance when the music came on. A true turn up queen. There was plenty to drink and eat and for those who wanted to get to know themselves further, I had the rooms; all six upstairs cleaned up for the purpose.

This chick still dey gallant as men dem dey fall. She danced throughout the night even though she had drunk all through-I made sure of that. By the time it was time to go I helped walk her very drunk friends to the car.

After I insisted she stay till daybreak before going behind the wheels and she refused, she collected my number with the agreement that she will call me in the morning to prove she got home safe.

I waited for a whole week and she did not call. I knew she was okay because her friend come around my place in school and if she was hurt or anything, they would have mentioned it.

The next time we met was at Shoprite in Lagos a month later. I was there for my friend's wedding and she said she was just visiting. I invited her over and she said she would come.

We talked and drank through the night. She had so many stories and we shared it all. She was an only daughter and had an easy life. Her mother was running her masters in France and her father was a top tier government official. She had lived her life in luxury same as me.

"You know we did not dance yea?"

"We no fit dance without music na."


She dragged me up and we went to where our cars were parked. At 3:00am the hotel was quiet. She opened her car and started it but it won't start. She tried a few more times before giving up.

"No worry about am, I go get my guys to come handle am."

"But I want to dance."

"I only listen to rap in my car. Do you want to dance to that?"

"Who dances to rap?"

She did a mini stumping of her feet. "Hey, you hear that? Ed Sheeran is playing."

I held her hand and lead her to the back of one of the rooms where the soft vocals of Ed Sheeran flowed. She closed her eyes and began to sway in the dark night with no stars. I watched her for a moment before I joined her. It was crazy what we were doing but it did feel right. My hands found each other behind her waist and I held her long after the song had ended.

She kissed me. It was more like her lips brushing over mine. I seized the moment. I kissed back, then her neck, cheeks before going back to her lips. It tasted of wine and smoke. perfect. I picked her up with her ass and led her to the back of my car. She was wearing a short jumper and the only way to access her was to take off the whole damn thing. I removed my shirt and draped it around her but she shrugged out of it. flashing her voluptuous moulds to the heavens. She got comfortable on the car bonnet while I unbuckled my trousers.

"Are we truly doing this she said through shivering teeth.

“What does it look like?"

“I am cold” she whimpered but I was inside her and thrusting. Whatever she had to add was replaced by her moaning as I drove in and out of her. She was not wet but she wasn't dry either and the friction made it even more intense. I shuddered as her pussy walls grated my penis. I came quick. Maybe too quick. I tried to gauge her reaction and noticed she was passed out. I quickly dressed up, put on her clothes and carried her to the room she was assigned. Inside I cleaned her up and left her lying on the bed. That night I could not sleep. All my life, I never loved and hated a night like I did this night. I enjoyed the conversations, her spoilt attitude was a total turn off, but she was charming and very intelligent beneath all that daddy's girl shit. And the way she smelt and felt.... it was indescribable. Yet I hated that she was not fully present to feel it with me. When had she passed out?

The following morning we drove back to school together. She was withdrawn and spoke sparsely throughout the journey. I tried to talk about the night before to know how much she remembered. She had no recollection of the night before and I would be damned if I reminded her.

That was how I began the process of wooing her. But no matter what I did she was not feeling me. I would invite her over and cook crazy meals for her. I would watch her savour every spoonful with the same look of satisfaction she had that night on the boot of her car. The night our lips touched but she would deny me afterwards. Omo! We don already fuck but this babe no just dey feel your guy again. I be patient guy. This time around, I want make she dey fully alert and aware of what would happen.

The opportunity came when I least expected it. We had become close and I had become her confidant. On one Tuesday afternoon in the middle of the semester, I was in the lecture hall when I got her text saying she needed to talk. No wahala, come over to my crib after lectures. She said she would come by 7pm. Say make I cook. I be Akwa Ibom guy. If there is anything we know how to do, is cook food and fuck well. But I was not thinking of fuck sha. I went shopping after lectures for some eggs and bacon. She was waiting for me when I arrived.

"I thought you said 7?"

"Well, I couldn't wait. Do you have alcohol?"

"That one na small challenge. Are you alright?"

"The sooner you open this door..."

I could see she was in one of her moods so I bit my tongue and opened the door for her.

I dropped the groceries and went upstairs to my secret stash and carried a bottle of Johhny walker. I know how much she liked it. When I came back downstairs, she was in the kitchen.

"Abeg no burn down this house. Wetin you wan do?"

"Okay, just because I don't fancy cooking for random men does not mean that I don't know how to cook. What should I cook?"

"You no say, you no need to prove anything to me. Moreover, I enjoy cooking for you."

"Well, I am in the mood to cook. So, what do you want to eat? "

"Anything is fine. Wow me."

I put the bottle in the fridge to chill while I assisted her to make the noodles. She was a messy cook but it was so much fun watching her, I did not mind the mess. After we ate I brought out the drink and two glasses. We sat on the balcony to smoke some weed I had wrapped earlier.

"Do you want to tell me what is eating at you now?"

She cradled her drink and looked out into the distance. I lighted the wrap and took a puff before handing it over to her.

"I am pregnant."

She took it from me and took a long puff. She handed it over to me, while a lone tear escaped her left eye.

"Are you sure?" I did not know what to ask. I did not even know she was fucking anybody and we talked about everything.

"Yes, I am sure. I took a blood test earlier."

"Who is the guy?"

My throat was getting tight and my chest felt like it was being crushed under a truck. Who was touching her body and inserting his sperm inside her? Why was this news affecting me this badly? She said nothing but I noticed the trembling of her lower lip and knew she was struggling to maintain her composure. We sat in silence for what seemed like forever before she looked at me. Her eyes were misty and sad. "Why do you want to fuck me?"

The question sent my drink the wrong way down. After I regained my composure, I walked back into the house to the kitchen to put some distance between us. She was right behind me.

"Why are you asking me?"

"Just answer the question, Chris. Why do you want to fuck me? And don't lie."

"What is all this? You clearly have more than enough on your plate right now my..."

"Jesus! Just answer!"

"Because I have never met a woman like you. I love the way you laugh, the way you hold your liquor. I love..."

"You love me?"

" Oh my God does it even matter? You are the one pregnant here. You did not want to fuck me. You made that painfully clear. You obviously found someone who fucks you good."

"I didn't. I don't have a man."

"What then? You fucked a random stranger?


"Then what? How are you pregnant? Abi it is a celestial visit?"

I did not know I was raising my voice. How could she be pregnant? How could she be standing in front of me claiming she did not know who the father of her baby is and still have the guts to be angry because I am asking her questions.

"Hey...hey, where are you going off to?"

"I can't do this..."

I overtook her to the door and prevented her from going out.

"What is going on? Talk to me."

"Chris let me pass."

Her petulant spoilt daddy's girl act was not fooling me. She was clearly not okay and I could not let her leave knowing anything.

"Docas, I am sorry I yelled at you. You know I am here for you. You can talk to me. Wha..."


Hearing her sob my name broke me. I held her in the biggest bear hug I could muster to allow her to feel safe as she cried. After a while, I took her back to the balcony, fixed her another drink and rolled us another joint.

"I always thought my first time would be memorable."

"Your first pregnancy?"

"Shut up fool. Not that. I mean my first time having sex.

"oh" was all I said I told myself to shut up.

"Dotun, he was kind and cool but mehn he did not know shit. I mean I did not know shit either but I knew he was doing everything wrong. And he was always apologizing. Like dude!. Anyway we broke up after like three months and I told myself, the next guy I would have sex with must come highly recommend."

She was trying to make this light I could see, but I could also see the pain and longing in her eyes and I could hear it in her voice. I listened to her talk and that was when I began putting the pieces together. Dotun was her first boyfriend when she came back to Nigeria. She was three months pregnant, and that was around the time we attended the wedding in Lagos.


"And now that I want you... well, I am pregnant. And I swear I don't know who it is. Like if it was not me living it now, I would be questioning how that is possible."

"You really don't know?"

"If I did will I not say so. See, I have racked my brain and tried to imagine who it could be and there is nothing. I keep drawing blanks. My ish now is what do I do? Do I keep it? I know dad would be crazy mad, but he would prefer I keep it than die aborting it. But am I ready to keep a bastard? Like a literal bastard is growing in my womb. Chris, what do I do?"

"What do you want to do?"

"Honestly, I don't know."

"Whatever you decide, you need to act fast. This pregnancy will begin to show at any moment and your choices will become slimmer. But know that I got you. Whatever you decide."

I passed her the joint and watched the smoke as she puffed. I could not possibly tell her now that I could be the daddy of the baby growing inside her. I could not possibly tell her that she should keep it either. Was I ready to put her through this ordeal? Was I ready to make her a mother? Even if she did not kill me after I confessed to having slept with her while she was passed out, even if I convinced her to keep our child which I desperately wanted to do, Was I ready to become a father?

"Now that you know I am pregnant, do you still want to fuck me?"

"What?! How can you be thinking of fucking?"

"That is the thing. I've been as horny as shit. I feel like I'm about to go mad!. do you still wanna fuck me?"

"Remind me not to give you weed again. E don make you mental."

"I am serious. Do you?"

Of course, I did. But sitting here, looking at how well she was handling this situation, seeing her inner strength for the first time made me realize that I just didn't want to fuck her. I wanted her. The good the bad and the real bat-shit crazy she harboured.

"Keep it."

I did not know when I said it. I was going to tell her how much I wanted to fuck her, but instead, my tongue betrayed me.

" I will be the father. Keep it."

"What? Are you insane? Maybe you should stop smoking because..."

"I am serious. Keep it. I promise to hold your hand through it all. And when you get round and fat and shapeless, I would still want to fuck you because you will be a fat round shapeless hot woman."

"And what about your girl?"

"What about her?"



"Are you sure you want this?"

"Are you sure you want this?"

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"Margaret, what is going on?"

I dropped the mug on the carpet and walked over to where he sat opposite me. I tried to remember how to be sexy. It felt like many lifetimes ago I was this way. Iman, my soon to be ex husband had been more than generous with his criticism of my body. I unzipped the bubu I was wearing and let it fall to the ground. "Kunle, I said I'm here to get fucked till I lose my mind."

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The 4pm appointment would drag on till 10 pm. I had sent the driver home by 8pm together with the car. I hated to overstretch my workers and Fabian, my driver who had stuck with me even after his Oga, my now ex husband had left - had a 6 week old baby at home and needed to be with his wife.

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"Kin kawo mana mai"

I spun at the voice so close behind me. It was dark, so I couldn't make out the face, but I saw four forms. I nodded to an inaudible greeting and continued walking down. I've experienced fear and intimidation most of my adult life. Growing up in a place like Jenta Adamu prepares you for the scum of the earth. I've faced intimidation in South Africa and the US. In business, in relationships, in life. I've always been a fighter.

"Na che kin kawo mana mai "? This voice belonged to a different speaker. His voice sounded hoarse and had a bite to it, unlike the first one. They had kept up the pace with me. I closed my eyes as the unwanted bubble rose to my throat. Fear. Living in Jenta felt so otherworldly, like a distant dream. A terribly bad dream. I kept walking, willing Kunle to appear. The cynical side of me still purred, hands akinbo to question "What are you expecting Kunle to do? He's only good for fuck. How is he going to help you now?"

"Ke" his hand touched my shoulder and I took off. I began to run but it was futile. In my new Guiseppe Zanotti sandals, it was difficult to run. And I couldn't fling them because of the buckles. One of the boys tackled me to the ground. He was over me, punching the back of my head, hard. The rest surrounded me. The one who tackled me, called Ahmed, used my newly installed wig to pull me back towards where I was coming from. The pain seared through me, as my face burned, and my hair ripped. Ahmed, taunted and cursed me in Hausa while the others laughed on.

"shegiya kowai. Kin fi ni gudu ko ? Ina kudi'n da su mazan chan sun baki da an gama chin ki?" "Za ki chi Ubanki, shegiya har kin sani gudu." He kept at it. Cursing me while pulling me down the road. Eventually, the wig ripped off and they all laughed as if on queue. He commanded me to stand. I couldn't. So I lay still. That earned me a kick in the ribs. I was incapable of wailing anymore. My tears, mingled with blood and sand flowed down my torn face. He commanded I stand again while one of them busied himself removing my jewelry, shoes, and other valuables. I braced myself for the assault I was sure was coming. It didn't come. I heard a thud, like a heavy sack falling, then footsteps receding. I didn't dare raise my head. I couldn't even if I wanted to. So I lay there expecting the worst.

"Margerate". It was Kunle. Relief washed over me and I suddenly found my voice. He lifted me like a rag doll, over his shoulder, in the dark and took me to his car. He dropped me gingerly in the back seat and made to close the door. I didn't mean to, but my fingers dug into him as I reached out to him. "don't leave me here" I managed to say through my sobbing. I was badly shaking. He needed to get the rest of my items he said. "Please don't go" I said over and over again untill he entered the car with me. He made a cryptic call then put the car into gear.

He took me to a private clinic inside Dong, away from scrutiny. I was examined, cleaned and stitched up. I had lost some blood and he was given a list of drugs and food items to place me on immidiately. No questions asked, no answers offered. On our way back, he stopped at around wild life park and turned off the engine. I'd been given a cocktail of drugs that had began to kick in, but somehow I could hear his phone conversation. There was a sentence that stuck. It was as loud as if he shouted it into my brain. "Leave that one, na me go kill am". I fought the blackness. What did he mean by that? Kunle... How ? Who do you want to kill Kunle?

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