Toto Series: Nobody's Off-Limits (PT 4)

Toto Series - That's your problem

His tongue darted inside of me. The way it moved like a slithering viper all around my wet throbbing pussy. I held on to the window bars with my eyes shut. There was no way I was going to let any distractions affect this moment.

Pastor Mike had been away for most of August, and I was busy with work and moving into my new appointment. Who knew that furniture shopping was this tedious. I had to make it comfortable for myself, Pastor Mike and my sister.

He was specific about his needs for the bedroom. He wanted thick drapes, thick carpets and enough room for his clothes. I had gone to Kano for the curtains and carpets, Lagos for the furniture and Jos for the décor. Tega was not around so I took the allotted two-week sick leave. As soon as he travelled to the U.K I developed a high fever.

Money was not a problem as long as what he wanted was gotten. By early September I had moved into our love nest as he fondly called it. Peace had not yet joined me because I was unsure how he would react to having a family member join me.

He had sent me a cryptic "tonight, get ready for me" message by 5pm. I had run to Hajara in Wuse 11 for a quick sit at her smoke chair and the usual dose of Kayan Mata. Hajara was a Petit woman who didn't miss any detail. Throughout my one hour stay there, I had avoided any conversation with her and hoped she would not try to give her usual unsolicited advice.

By the time I arrived home in the rain, Pastor Mike's car was already in the parking lot. I made a mental note to give him the extra key. He had brought red wine that I was grateful for. I needed to take the edge off. He poured the wine as I got into dry comfortable clothing. It had been close to two months since that faithful night at his office. I suddenly felt out of my wits. I did not know what to expect. Did he still want me on all fours? Now that he had paid for this house, was I to act like his mistress, his wife or just a girl he happened to fuck on his office desk. It was as if he had premium access to my thoughts.

"Joy, please don't act so stiff with me. The money and house mean nothing if you treat me as a stranger."

"Why would you say that sir?"

"Well, you call me sir for starters. Why don't you call me Kayode? I am human you know?"

"I know. It is just.."

"You knowing is enough, Joy. I want you to see me as a human with needs and desires just like you." I doubt if he had desires like mine. At least one particular desire. But I kept quiet as he went on.

"Most people see me as Pastor Mike. You know? And expect me to be perfect. To be a saint, but I am not. I am a man, and I hope you see me as a man. As someone who has been dreaming of having you in his arms for so long."

The way he spoke; so earnestly reached through all my misgivings, straight to the part of me that had dreamt of him too. He looked so tired and I imagined how difficult it must be for him. Preaching and healing and being perfect every damn time while all he wanted was to be given the same grace as every human. Omo Pastors dey sha hear am ooo.

I dropped my wine and walked over to his side of the couch. I collected the glass from his hand and stood him up. I wanted to lead him to the bedroom where he could show me all about being human. But he shook his head.

"I want to fuck you in all the rooms in this house. From this place to the bathroom. In all the ways imaginable, Joy. Do you want me to?" the way he said those words, so soft and innocently. my body came alive to each syllable. I wanted this man and the way I wanted him was almost spiritual. it was as if he had planted something in me that awakened to his bidding. I whispered a feeble "I do" that was buried deep in the deep of a thunderous thunderclap. We stood looking into each other's eyes as the raindrops heavy with promise pelted the roof.

He made me stand as he undressed me. Pastor Mike who had brought many people to their knees on the pulpit sunk to his knees in front of me as I stood stark naked in my living room facing the lake. He kissed my laps as his hands cupped my voluptuous behind. He kissed my shaved Pussy and I swayed at the sharp current that irrupted from my woman to my brain, and back to my woman.

"Hold the bars and watch the rain as I pleasure you"

I obeyed and held on to the bars as he went under me. He ate my pussy as no man had ever done. He knew exactly what to do and when to do it. I held on to the bars with my eyes shut as thunder and lightning rendered the skies their home. Wo! If thunder strikes us now, Jegede's prophesy would come to pass and I would have a straight ticket to hell.

His tongue plagued me. The way it moved like a slithering viper all around my wet throbbing pussy. I held on to the window bars with my eyes shut. There was no way I was going to let any distractions affect this moment, even thunder and lightening. Wo! Omo pastor sabi lick plate clean die!. By the time my cries of passion mingled with the thunderclaps outside He was on top of me and inside me. I laid on the thick carpet I purchased from Dandalama markets in Kano as he entered me.

There was a place only he could reach. Somewhere deep inside my woman that neither my hands nor Tega could reach, He could with comfortable ease. His dick transported me from my room, above my roof, to beyond the clouds. I was floating to his slow sensitive stroking which was a total deviation from our first night in his office. While he thrust deep and fast in his office, here in my living room overlooking the lake, in the pelting rain; he was slow and deliberate. He was making love to me. And I was reeling from the feeling.

Later that night as I snuggled to him, I told him about my intention to invite Peace- my sister to join me now that I had a two-bedroom flat. "As long as she will not be a problem" He offered. I assured him that Peace would not be a problem.

"How old is she?

"She is 22 years old but way older than her age. After our father died, we all had to mature beyond our years. Plus living in Lagos; if you no shine eye, oyo for you oo"

"Are you sure she will not be a problem?"

"I promise you, Peace is well behaved and you will not even know she is here."

"Do we have to make a decision now?"

"No sir."

"I've told you to call me Kayode, not sir. I can't believe you are calling me sir after we just fucked."

"Well, any man that can make me speak in tongues the way you do, deserves to be called sir."

"I am the only man for you, Joy. The only man."

"Yes sir. But am I the only girl for you?"

My answer was a well-placed smack on my buttocks. He added another slap before his hand covered my breast. He was not in a hurry and I did not interrupt him.

His hands went to my pussy while his mouth enveloped my breasts. I allowed my hands to travel round his body, familiarizing myself with every contour of his. His skin was as smooth as a baby's arse. We were both naked under the sheets in the bed yet he did not penetrate. He was whispering to me in Yoruba, while he suckled on my breasts, he breathed -o ti sa si mi; as he hovered over my pussy -O ti sọ mi di ẹrú, mi o le yi ju pada He was back up my neck, and up my ears, speaking between nibbles - ara rẹ je jẹ kin ma sọ isọkusọ- Whispering random phrases in Yoruba that I did not quite understand.

I climbed him when he would not enter me, even though I was ready like yesterday. I positioned myself above him and sat slowly. I swallowed him slowly, inching tentatively until all of him was inside me. I adjusted, to make myself comfortable then I began to ride. I mimicked his slow movements until the sensations spurred me on. He held my waist and moved in sync with my momentum. Being on top of him gave me control. I guided his shaft through all my pleasure stops. His grunting, telling me, he was getting just as much. My cum spread over his cock as he pulled out of me hurriedly and flipped me on my side. His cum spread on my navel. I opened my eyes to watch him as he stroke his cock to bring forth his cum. He was a fair man, and his dick shone red and glorious in the moonlight. Somehow I wished he had cum inside me. To watch his seed grow inside me. As I watched his final strokes, I envied his hand and my navel because they had what I did not have.

Pastor Mike- even though he insisted I called him Kayode and I fell into a steady routine. He came by the house on Tuesdays and Thursdays to make passionate love to me, then on Wednesdays and Sundays I attended church and urged him on with ride on pastor and yes. He did not look in my direction as he used to and even though we were now an item, he did not invite me to his office again. It was like I had fallen from the face of the earth. Until he came to our apartment, then I was the most precious thing he owned.

He had not given me the go-ahead to bring my sister yet, so I spent most of my nights alone. And when I tried to complain he said it created the right amount of tension so that I appreciated the time we had together. Even though he still came around and provided my financial needs, I could feel him drift away from me. Was he tired of me? Had I become so domesticated that he had become bored with me? Did I need to switch things up, Make things more steamy in and out of the bedroom?

I needed to push out these thoughts from my head and focus on the review coming up in six weeks. Tega was back and was constantly in a foul mood. Everybody knew better to avoid him even more. After a spectacular fail at a pitch, I stayed back at my cubicle to come off with something redeemable. Seeing that I had insisted on this pitch, it was left to me to sort out the mess.

"Working late again"


"Again, not Jesus, Just me"

Tega was bent over my shoulder but I could only see his face as the whole office was in darkness except for my cubicle.

Sir, you scared me. How long have been here"

"Miss Macauley, if you scare easy, why do you always insist on working in the dark?" I heard the laughter in his voice but somehow I was pissed more than I was scared. This was the man that had given me a thorough bashing this afternoon but was here bending over my shoulder joking with me. I was glad the lights were off so, He did not see my killer stare.

"I must have been carried away, I did not know the lights had gone off." I tried to explain and move out from under him but instead, he adjusted and leaned even closer. His perfume was heady, Strong and woody like how a man should smell. He was still in his suit from the day but he smelt clean and fresh. I got another flash. I was tied to a bedpost. I tried to turn away but the ropes tightened against my arms, forcing me to lie still. Then a sharp pain began from my brain except it was a whip that landed on the soft insides of my thighs spread over me and thrust me back to my cubicle. He was speaking and pointing at something on my desktop computer but I did not hear a word he was saying neither did I see what he was pointing at.

"What the hell did you do to me that night?"

"Nothing you did not consent to."

Is this man for real? I have never dreamt of being bound not to talk of being whipped and this man is bending over my shoulder and answering me as I asked him if the sun is still out.

"How dare you say I consented to be whipped.? I was fucking high and you took advantage of me. What did you do to me!?" I could not help shouting. I shoved my seat back and pushed him out of the cubicle. The darkness had swallowed him so it was only his voice coming from the void.

"Again, nothing you did not consent to. I have the video you know." the video? What video? What type of sick twisted man is this?

"What video?" My voice sounded small and feeble even to me. I was standing at the edge of my cubicle staring into the darkness and hearing what might well be the voice of the devil telling me he had documented that God awful night that I don't remember.

"This is not how I saw this night going. I was in my office and I noticed you burning the midnight oil and decided to come and have a conversation over wine. I don't know why you are hell-bent on making me pay for what you and I wanted."

. "I never wanted any of this," I answered. I had no fighting left in me. How long was I to blame the weed and the drinks and Tega? At what point would I look into the mirror?

The lights in the office flickered on. He was standing in the middle of the corridor holding a bottle of red wine and two white disposable cups. He looked angry and tired. His hair was the customary fade low cut but his beards looked like they had not been trimmed in weeks. He had a sprinkle of greys that seemed to grow wild, giving him an edgy look.

"Look, miss Macauley, I am tired of this. We fucked. It is a shame you can't remember but we fucked like two consenting adults and you need to get over it okay!." With that, he stormed out. At the bend to the stairs, I heard the sound of shattering glass.


I sat at the back of the church. After the images from my flashback, I felt too sinful to sit at my usual place. The service was uncharacteristically short and did not hold the usual fervour associated with Pastor Mike's services. I also noticed there were empty seats which were also strange. After service, I went to his office. There were fewer people here too, and they did not look eager to see him. What happened? I had not attended church for three weeks but he still came over as usual and he never mentioned anything amiss. I passed Bro Matthew who looked up at me but did not object to my jumping the line to enter the office. Was that pity in his eyes? I entered his office and heard the sounds. I froze. I must have been in a trance. It must be some twisted cruel joke being played on me because there is no how I am standing here while pastor Mike plummets a woman on all fours.

"What the hell?”

It took them another few seconds to notice I was in the office and a few more for it to register.

"What the hell is going on here?!! Pastor Mike, I said, what is going on here?!!!”

"Sister Joy, o my God I feel so embarrassed. Why did you not knock?

Sister joy? Since when did I become sister Joy? Last night as he shook and came inside me I was ibi aabo mi and now, I am sister Joy?

Before the words left my lips he introduced the lady as Florence, his fiancée. "Sister Joy, you have not been in church lately, you must have missed the announcement". I must be cursed. What is it with Tega and Pastor Mike? Why did I always have to encounter both of them on the same day? Pastor Mike has a whole fiancée and I find out when I see him fucking her on all fours. Is that why it was her and not me? Because he got to take her on all fours? I could not talk or move. I just stared. Stared at sister Florence in her red gown with creases from her visit to his soft grey carpet. I stared at him in his navy blue suit holding her hand and smiling at me with such sweet innocence as if he had not just shattered my entire world. I had come here to be on all fours but I guess Sister Florence beat me to it.

At first, I did not know the sound was coming from me. I turned to the door to see if someone else had joined us but there was no one at the door. The cackling persisted and Brother Matthew entered the office. For the second time, I lost my hearing. I was being escorted out of the office and those at the waiting area all looked on in sympathy or was it pity? Bro Matthew took me home, to my former place and the cackling was my companion. Jegede came out and saw me. They exchanged a few words, again I was lost of hearing. She spoke to him some more before leading me inside. She took me to her room and ordered me to drink a mixture with a strong odour. "E go make you sleep" she assured me and I gulped it down. It tasted horrible. Just like my life. Her room began to float and I welcomed the numbness.

I woke up to Jegede's frantic prayers. She usually prays at 4am. I joined her and prayed. I prayed for forgiveness. I deserved all that I got trying to seduce a man of God. This was my punishment for all my wrongdoings.

By 7:45am she brought breakfast for me. It was hot akara, bread and pap.

"No be wetin you expect abi? Shey as him spread you like this fresh bread, insert him bloccus like this my sweet akara wey I just fry, come produce better ogi like this one. The after no be wetin you expect abi?"

I shook my head as the tears tricked down.

"You know?"

"Everybody for church know about una. I been think say you know about sister Florence, na why you stop to the come church."

"I no know."

"Wetin you go do now?"

"I no know."

"Oya chop quick make I go drop you for house make you prepare go work. Shey, you still dey go work abi?"


"Oya chop make we go."

As soon as I entered my apartment the reality of my situation hit me. Pastor Mike had a fiancee. He would be getting married and it was either he cut me off or I would become his mistress. If he cut me off, I could not afford this lifestyle. This house alone cost more than 7 million naira. Not to mention the monies he has sent to my mother. Where I don see this kain money before? Plus with the current friction with Tega, I was not sure I had a job to fall back on. Even though he had told me he was not a vindictive person, how sure was I he had not been pushed to the wall.

"I've been in an accident. I fell down my stairs."

I sent the message to HR and switched off my phone. I curled into a ball in my bed and let all the tears in my body leak out.

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I was still spread out for his viewing pleasure when a thought crossed my mind. We had talked before about the things we would like to do when we eventually meet. Of course at that time I didn't think our meeting was ever going to happen so I painted quite the picture of an explorer, to match him. Even though he was miles a way and there was no chance of us meeting, what he thought of me somehow mattered to me. I closed my legs, did my best pirouette and walked to the door. His eyes followed me. First with surprise and as what I was about to do dawned on him, a sly smile crossed his face.

Here we were in their family compound in Ikeja Lagos state. His great grand mother on his father's side, a princess and last surviving matriarch at 93 had died. It was celebration of life and every member of the family was mandated to come and pay their last respects. There was more celebration than mourning but it was still death that brought everyone together.

I flew in from Kano the night he arrived Nigeria. He came to the airport to carry me himself. When I approached where he was he looked me over as if to to confirm if the pictures we had shared over time was indeed mine. He was also checking to make sure I had complied with his directives. Wear a black Burqa with nothing underneath. "When I see you, I want your nipples straining through the fabric. " I had protested that because of the heavy nature of the garment there is no way my nipples would show even if they were granite. He consented and said I should wear a gold laced black kaftan instead before cutting the call. That shit is transparent ! How can I walk about the airport like that, and in Kano no less ??? You see these Americanas eh ! It's like as soon as the leave the shores of this country and their innit and yo'mehn enters they forget what happens back home. I had watched all three parts of fifty shades of grey so I didn't argue before he would use me to learn work.

I decided to fly the 6:30 PM flight and hoped that it would be dark in Lagos. My prayers were answered. The flight didn't depart Kano until 8 PM and on arrival I quickly went to the bathroom and changed used a shawl to wrap myself until I walked to where he was. So when he looked me over I could see satisfaction. In the car, he ordered me to spread my legs which I did. He brought out a small satchel, like the type men use to keep clippers and all. Inside he brought out a bullet looking thing. It was purple and felt cold to the touch. He placed it on my clitoris and it began to vibrate. He moved it up and down... Up and down.... Up and down. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes. "open your eyes. We are in traffic, act normal." I looked at him in wonder. "do you care what people think or what ? " " I don't give a rats ass what they think, this is about me and you. If you make any sound, or close your eyes I'll stop, and you will pay for denying me my pleasure. And trust me, you don't want to make me mad. " I swallowed again. The words were said casually but I'd be a fool if I didn't believe every single word he spoke. I was tempted to tell him to stop there and then but I truly didn't want to get him mad. So I nodded and gestured for him to continue. The slight buzzing began and stimulation followed. I licked my lips and forced my eyes to stay open. I looked out at the other commuters, their faces partly obscured in the growing darkness. I tried to focus on the noise. Lagos go-slow is famous for the drama that always seems to happen. Yet somehow I didn't hear the blasting of horns and the expletives that always followed in Yoruba or pidgin. I didn't even feel the car's movements as his driver tried to maneuver through the chaos. He stopped and put back the gadget into his satchel and smiled at me. we are going to have so much fun you and me he beamed. We rode the rest of the journey in silence me in a puddle of my own making. That was yesterday night.

I walked over to his satchel and opened it. There were things I couldn't even describe inside, so I picked the one I was more familiar with. I have watched too many movies where handcuffs were used and since he is a fan of bondage I figured I could excite him enough to give me an orgasm. He was right behind me. Took the handcuffs and kissed my fingers. His eyes where ablaze. He led me to the closet and handcuffed my hands to one of the high cabinet handles. The feel of cold steel stole some of the warmth from my heart. He gently spread my legs, caressing my thighs, soothing me like a cat about to be put down. His satchel produced ropes he used to tie my legs each to a lower drawer on either side. I was spread wide and he stared in satisfaction.

Then he knelt under me.

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"Why won't you look into me when we fuck?"

I was buckling my shoes when I heard him from the bed. I heard the slight shake in his voice. He was trying to pass this off as casual talk after a very thoroughly satisfying session but I knew better. I wanted to tell him the truth. He was just a random dick I enjoyed now and then, nothing more.

Instead, I climbed into the bed, still wet from our latest session and kissed him deep in the mouth. I teased the insides of his mouth, while giving him soft bites on his full, soft-like-marshmallows lips. He sighed as if in resignation, and matched me tease for tease. I came up for air. Kunle, knew the assignment. When it came to my body's needs, he understood the assignment.

"You make it so. How can I control myself when you get me fucked up. Literally!"

His lips parted in a full smile and I mirrored his. No need hurting his feelings. I needed him to be happy. A happy dick is a more than capable dick. I made a mental note to send him extra money as my driver drove me out of his premises.

Kunle and I met at a Christmas food drive. I had sponsored the drive for 70 widows. On the 20th of December, I got a call from my assistant that some of the volunteers were a no show. That was how I drove to the venue in my jeans and Tees to lend a hand.

He looked at me and I guess he tried to asses my level of importance and judged I was just another volunteer in the ranks. I played along while he tried to school me on the art of volunteering. "you see this gig? Don't stress too much. Just show up and smile. You already have your looks and body working in your favor. After the whole event make an endearing post on social media. This one has been paid for by an annoynmous person which means you can take credit. You sha have to do it codedly, that way you don't get into trouble.

He was a pro. He made sure everybody was coordinated. He took pictures, gave lectures, cracked jokes, pep talks, the whole works. By the time we arrived the point of departure, I was worn out, but fond of him. He collected my number and promised to call. I didn't think much of it, but was happy when he did call.

I was going through a messy divorce that had me flying to and fro the US and Nigeria. His calls always served as salve to my frayed nerves. I knew I was a mark but I didn't care. I allowed myself to feel wanted again. To feel young and desirable.

After a truly nerve wrecking week, I called him. His number was switch off. I couldn't get a hold of him. I asked my assistant to find him and when she couldn't, I fired her. I entered my car by 11 pm and drove round town. I went to all his hangout spots - the ones he had told me about. He wasn't there either. It was like he had vanished. I finally summed up courage to drive to his place. He didn't know I had gotten someone to find out information about him. Since I was sure I was a mark, I needed to know who I was dealing with. Looking back at that faithful night as I headed for my 4pm appointment at the state secretariat building, it was sheer madness. Madness I tell you. I was behind the wheel looking like Cruella Davil with my hair disheveled and smudged makeup. I arrived his home and was grateful there was still lights on inside. I was at the door knocking. It was like I was being propelled beyond my will. Like a lightly puppet strung to a mad puppeteer. He opened the door and the look on his face should have sent me back into my car, to my house, into the earth and stay there. But the puppeteer wasn't quite finished with me. In a rush of words, tumbling over each other I told him to fuck me untill I lost my mind. "I don't think you need me for that. The loosing your mind part. Margaret, what are you doing here?" He looked up and down the street, I guess trying to make sense of what was going on. "Kunle, I need you to do all the things you said you would do to me when you catch me. And I need you to do it to me now." He led me into his apartment but the look of biwildment mixed with panic stuck on his rough face.

Even in the madness of the moment, I noticed the fresh breakouts and wondered what could have caused the violent redness scattered accros his face. Kunle at 26 had a smooth face like that of a teen pre puberty. I asked him for something hot and he got me coffee.

"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."

That was four months ago.

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.

By 10: 16 pm I stepped out of No 7 Tonga drive, adjacent to the state secretariat building, to a chill night. I adjusted my coat to ward off the cold and began walking down the streets. It was a beautiful night and I opted to walk instead of the offers to drop me off. Kunle said he was 12 minutes out. I figured that by the time I'd reached the intersection, by the overhead bridge, he'd be there. My heels as the hit the newly laid asphalt echoed in the quiet, causing a certain lull as I walked on.

"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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