“madam no vex, i bin no sleep yesterday wen i dey drive oga go

airport” the driver complained referring to her dad.

“just dey go jor!” jennifer said with pidgin english.

“where i go drive una go?” the driver enquired unsure.

“the joint!” jennifer said.

“ok madam” the driver said and started the suv.

The joint was not the name of the place they were going, it was

just a slang coined by Jennifer and her friend to refer to the Club

where they usually go to party every weekend. Jennifer always

used the slang as a substitute especially when her parents were

with her.

Mr. Owolabi had traveled to UK the previous day for a political

summit leaving Jennifer and her stepmother behind which gave

her enough space to gallivant about. Jennifer and her stepmother

had a perfect relationship which made her wonder atimes

whether her biological mother really loved her to let her come to

Nigeria. Jennifer was brought to Nigeria by her father after her

parents divorced when she was just four, at that tender age, she

was kept in a solitary confirment in her house which deprived her

from learning the Naija lingua franca, so when she got admitted

to the same boarding school with Emeka she started to learn the

language, but her style of speaking pidgin was was quite funny

because it was pronounced with phonetics.

“where is the joint?” emeka enquired puzzled.

“don’t worry, that’s my second suprise for you, when we get

there you’ll know!” jennifer explained.

Emeka did not pushed the question further even though time was

not on his side, he was having a really nice time and he didn’t

want to use his interrogation to spoil it. All this while, they

were both holding hands and swinging it like a jangolova.

Jennifer slowly turned and pecked Emeka on his cheek but this

time he did not resist, Emeka reciprocated the gesture and it

suddenly turned into a french k!-ss. Their lips were interlocked

with them holding each other by the neck. Jennifer was a good

k!-ssee, if there was anything she knew how to do best after

partying it definately had to be k!-$$ing. The driver who was

roughly in his early 50s was staring at them through the front

window but could say nothing. He had seen Jennifer do worst

than that so it wasn’t anything. The driver would sometimes

drive Jennifer to “The joint” where she usually goes to meet

different guys and when her father inquired from him where they

drove to, he would lie that he drove her to her friend’s place.

Jennifer had as much control on him than her father who he was

working for. Perhaps he was also chopping the kpomo!

They got to the club and alighted from the SUV, they walked

towards the gate to meet two fierce looking bouncers at the

entrance, Jennifer walked passed them while they hailed her, she

was a regular there who always ‘dashed’ them money. Emeka

was about crossing then one of the bouncers stopped him,

Jennifer looked back to the bouncer and gave him a look that

Emeka was with her.

They walked inside the club and could hear the sound of music

blaring hysterically from the speakers placed at strategic

locations inside the club. Jennifer already knew her way around

the club so she took him to the dance floor, the place was dark

with only transparant light shining about, they joined the vast

majority of people dancing, the roof was on fire as they rock to

the music, Emeka also displayed his best dance moves, he had

totally forgotten that he detest dancing in public, Jennifer was

also twerking on his d!-ckk she could be mistaken for Shakira jnr

with the way she was whining her waist.

They had been dancing for the past three hours, Jennifer then

dragged Emeka from the dance floor to an extreme of the club,

she opened the door but everywhere was dark, the place was

called “the darkroom” that’s where people enter to do crazy stuff,

Emeka started hearing sound of m0-@ning that’s when the dream

he had earlier that day began to play in his head. Jennifer was

the light skinned Lady whom he had s3-x with in his dream….

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