Ishilove:
Thank you nu-well. I post during the witching hours because that's the only time I have during the day/night. A quick nap, then start slogging on the keyboard. I've gotten faster though. My typing speed is now approximately 15words/min

@mystkic, I have to agree with Foxy and nu-well. I've met a FEW decent men and dated one. There are decent men out there; they are just too few.

@ope, I receive it!
Will start work on the new update soonest

Am one of those few decent men, i know i am

Danhumprey: Are u really a human being at all. Or more especially,are u realy a female,otherwise you should know what Gee spot is.

So basically, what you are trying to say is that EVERY human being knows what a Gee spot is and anybody who doesn't isn't human?

Secondly, every female should know about the existence of a Gee spot in her body? Therefore I am safe to assume that my 10 year old sister who is female should be aware of her Gee spot right?

Thirdly, is the name Gee spot the scientifically recognised name of this particular spot in the body? Therefore if I am only aware of the scientific name and not this 'slang' used would it be safe to conclude that I am not human or a lady?

poshdiva:

So basically, what you are trying to say is that EVERY human being knows what a Gee spot is and anybody who doesn't isn't human?

Secondly, every female should know about the existence of a Gee spot in her body? Therefore I am safe to assume that my 10 year old sister who is female should be aware of her Gee spot right?

Thirdly, is the name Gee spot the scientifically recognised name of this particular spot in the body? Therefore if I am only aware of the scientific name and not this 'slang' used would it be safe to conclude that I am not human or a lady?

You mis-interpreted me,babe. I am talking about matured people,and not kids. We are all matured people,so let's behave maturedly.

Danhumprey: You mis-interpreted me,babe. I am talking about matured people,and not kids. We are all matured people,so let's behave maturedly.

Noted!

Thought i was gonna see an update,ishi.:-(

Ishi: outstanding piece! very rich dialogue.

Keep up the good work.

Jake.

short of words to describe anything......

Chilo always amaze me in the most annoying ways

The kiss was long and deep, and when his hands moved to her bosoms, she didn’t try to stop him. All the lusts she thought she had under control was reignited. Her resolve to behave properly flew out the window. He worked her body with his hands, while she groped and played with his nether parts.

Somewhere, in the deep recesses of her conscience, something whispered ‘this can’t be right’. But the voice was too cool, her blood too hot.

What stopped them from going further was the knowledge that Emmanuel’s friend could step in any moment, so they stopped after about fifteen minutes of intense groping and lip action.

“Wow,” Chilo said breathlessly, “I don’t usually do this”. It was a bare faced lie but she said it with a very straight face. ‘God have mercy, I am turning to something else’ she thought, inwardly cringing.

He licked his lips and grinned. “Neither do I”.

She wondered if he was lying, just as she was. Probably yes. But there was a deeply sensual quality about him which she found compelling. It was strong, and a bit frightening. It was also exciting . . .

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It wasn’t long after they stopped smooching that his friend returned. By this time, Chilo had repaired her makeup and her appearance was considerably less dishevelled than it had been minutes before he walked in.

They chatted for about an hour or so, before Emma announced that he had to be getting back to school.

After a few minutes of polite chitchat with their host during which he extracted a promise from her to visit again, Chilo and her date headed to the bus stop.

At the bus stop, Emmanuel squeezed some currency notes into her hands as they stood waiting for a bus.

“Thank you, you shouldn’t have. I can pay my own way back” she said sweetly, while at the same time her hands closed over the cash like a vice.

At home, she ruminated on the day’s event. She was just plain tired of her wanton behaviour. Dear God, what was her problem? Why was she so cheap? How could she meet someone for the first time and yet allow him touch the more sensitive areas of her anatomy? The painful aspect of the whole thing was she had enjoyed every bit of it, and even now she wasn’t feeling too guilty about it. They hadn’t gone too far. They hadn’t even done half of the things she and Fola had indulged in, so maybe she was just beating herself up over nothing.

Chilo struggled to regain her equilibrium throughout the rest of the day, and just when she had almost achieved a balance; it was shattered when Emmanuel called the following morning.

He was inviting her again, only this time it would not be at his friend’s place; it would be at another friend’s place.

“Na wa o, it seems you have friends all over the place. Why not simply get an apartment of your own?” she queried.

She thought she heard a note of embarrassment in his voice when he laughed and gave some vague excuses.

“So will 10 am be okay?” he asked.

“Hold on hold on, I never said I will be coming, did I?”

“Come on, Chi, come and keep me company” he pleaded.

She sighed. She hated the wheedling tone he was using. It sort of reminded her recharge card boyfriend during her 100 level days, that mama’s boy, Jaye.

“Okay, I will come, but you will have to promise me one thing”

“What baby?”

Chilo scowled. Enough with the ‘baby’ already!

“First, no touching. That uselessness that happened yesterday must not repeat itself o.”

“Ehn, I have heard you” he responded, perhaps a little too quickly. His eagerness offended her and she gave him a stern warning not to try any funny play with her when they were together.

He waited for her to finish before calmly asking her to choose a time. She grudgingly agreed to the time he had earlier suggested, 10 am.

“So that’s that. See you tomorrow.” he said before ringing off.

When the call ended, she sat back on the old settee in the parlour and stared blankly at the wall.

I will not allow anything to happen. The rubbish of yesterday will not happen. I will pray before leaving, and I know God will see me through this.

It never occurred to her that if one didn’t want to eat a certain food, one shouldn’t go out of their way to perceive the aroma.

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The next day saw her up early. After Mother and Oliver had left the house, she began to rush through her chores. She had to wait until they left because she wanted to avoid any awkward questions. Father was usually the first to leave the house, so no threat of a query there. Andrew was somewhere in another part of town ‘relaxing’, while Andrela had travelled and wouldn’t be back for some days yet. The major interrogators were her mother and nosy younger brother. If Oliver as much as had an inkling of what she was up to, he would whisper a few choice words into Mother’s ears and the rest would be recent history.

“Where are you going to? Kodi asked from the floor where he lay, idly leafing through a newspaper.

She paused mid-step. She was just leaving the bathroom. Kodi must have deduced that she was going out because early baths was an exception, rather than the norm in the Odigidawu household. Mother had complained about this trend several times but it fell on deaf ears. Andrew once jested that Adam and Eve didn’t take baths, so he wondered why Mother was badgering everyone to take baths.

Now, Chilo stood tongue tied, tiny crystals of water dripping off her glistening body in rivulets.

“Ummm . . . I am . . .” she stammered. Her brain refused to conjure up an adequate lie.

“Worreva” he said dismissively and buried his nose into the newspaper. Anita Hogan was speaking out on the nude photographs scandal, and Kodi, who loved reading about the indignities of celebrities, couldn’t be bothered where Chilo was carrying herself to.

Grateful that she wasn’t going to be quizzed by her eldest brother, who could be very relentless when he set his mind to it, she fled to her bedroom.

Inside the bedroom, on a whim, she rifled through Andrela’s clothes and selected a t-shirt and a knee length jean trouser. To complete the attire, she ‘borrowed’ Andi’s favourite pumps. Her earlier plan was to go visiting some old secondary school mates decked in the shoes, but she didn’t know what made her change her plans.

“Borrow borrow make me rich” she said aloud and giggled.

She sneaked out of the house before Kodi would suddenly notice that his skirt wearing sister was now in trousers.

As she passed a drugstore at the end of their street, she glanced at the reflective glass doors and glimpsed her reflection. The trousers hugged her hips and the shirt fitted her figure perfectly. Nice, she couldn’t help thinking smugly.

Chilo made her way to where she would board a bus on the first leg of her journey, and kept on wondering if she was making a mistake. When she got to a part of the road that had a tiny slope, she briefly got distracted by her vibrating phone. Thinking her date was calling, she reached into her bag, and the next thing she knew, she was on her knees in the middle of the dusty road.

She didn’t know how it happened, except that her hand was rifling through her bag and in the blink of an eye she tripped and landed on her knees. Fortunately, very few people were on the road with her, so she was able to painfully make her way back to her feet with as much dignity as she could muster- which wasn’t much. Her knees were scraped and her palms smarted where they had scratched the ground in the fall.

“Aunty sorry o” a woman hawking agege bread offered sympathetically. Chilo mumbled her thanks and limped away as fast as she could.

Chilo wasn’t superstitious, but she found herself wondering if her bizarre fall was an omen. . .

The rendezvous point was at a little known estate in a developing part of Lagos. Nevertheless, she didn’t find it hard to locate the area because she had heard of the place. Land speculators bought land there by the acres and sold it at high sky prices when the value appreciated.

When Emma picked her up at the arranged spot, she pondered on where they were going to. Her inner questions were soon answered because they had walked for about three minutes when they stopped in front of a face-to-face, non-descript bungalow. The paint on the wall was peeling and there was a half completed shop at the front.

She sighed silently. Typical. She had no idea why she always ended up in places like this. Meanwhile, for the past ten minutes or so, she had been playing gospel songs on her phone. She felt that by listening to them, her spirit would be strengthened against any form of weakness, or lust that might rear its tempting head once she was alone in a private place with Emmanuel. The song currently playing as she regarded the depressing looking building, with its peeling paint, rusted roof sheets and open gutters was a real inspiration.

“. . . You are my hiding place,
You always fill my heart
With songs of deliverance,
Whenever I am afraid
I will trust in you
I will trust in you,
Let the weak say
I am strong,
In the strength of our Lord. . .”

She had put the track on repeat because it was so uplifting. Let it play nonstop and fill her soul with its stirring lyrics. Yes, she was not afraid of temptation because she knew that the Lord watched over her. He would not let fall.

When they were inside the apartment, Emma tried to make her feel as comfortable as possible. Inside the apartment was furnished tastefully, but what dominated the entire room was a big bed in the centre of the room. It was well laid and looked inviting; inviting to sleep in, that is.

“Chilo, get that ear piece out of your ear. It’s rude when a person is talking to you and you have that thing jammed into your ears” Emmanuel complained, when he asked a question for the umpteenth time and she asked him to repeat himself.

Reluctantly, she removed the earpiece and turned her attention to him.

He was gazing intently at her.

“So Chi, how was your night?” he began.

She knew he was just making small talk, so she obliged him with a brief answer.

“When is school resuming?”

She made a face. “Later in the week. Holidays are over o.”

They sat in heavy silence for a beat, then:

“Are you for real?” he asked

“Huh?” She stared at him blankly. “How do you mean?”

“That’s what your shirt is asking me”

She looked down at the black t-shirt she wore. “Are You For Real?” was boldly written across the front of the shirt. It was an advert for Turbo King Beer. At the back of the shirt “Turbo King; For Real Men” was inscribed there. She hadn’t noticed the inscription at the back because she had been too much in a hurry to leave the house.

“Wo, answer the question anyhow you want, jare” she said, brushing the question off the way one brushed an irritating insect away.

He moved over and traced the letters on her chest with his finger. Disconcerted, she pushed the finger away.

“Emma, keep your hands to yourself. Don’t even start any rubbish” she snapped.

He chuckled. “I am not doing anything new”, he said silkily.

Without further ado, he shifted closer and pecked her neck.

“I said STOP IT!” she said again, but without much force.

Truth is, the moment he had ran his finger down her chest, every nerve ending in her body had begun to tingle. It seemed there was electricity in his finger because she positively jumped.

She could have gotten up there and then and demanded an immediate halt to Emmanuel’s seduction, but she didn’t.

Rather, she tried to fight it, this burning fire that his touches ignited, but she was weak. She was so weak.

Emmanuel kissed her, and she kissed him back. His mouth was cool, his tongue smooth, gliding around her mouth as if it was searching for something hidden therein.

Somehow, she found herself lying prone on that big, inviting bed. Somehow, she found that she had been divested of her garments from waist down. Somehow, she was relieved of her bra and her t-shirt was pushed up so that it pooled around her throat.

The sweet, melodious gospel song that had been playing in her head was drowned out by the thunderous roar of her desire.

He worked her with his hands and tongue, adding fuel to the fire already burning within. When he moved over her, she quickly outlined her conditions, just as she had done with Fola. In response, he simply nodded his head absently. A part of her that was still lucid wondered if he had even heard what she had told him.

Emmanuel moved gently over her, and feeling sure that he would honour their ‘agreement’, just as Fola had done months back, she relaxed and rode on the waves of the rising pleasure.

Without warning, she felt pain. Her eyes, which had been shut as she savoured every bit of the experience, flew open.

He was not honouring the agreement!

His eyes were closed, so he didn’t see when she opened hers. He had an intense look of concentration on his face. She opened her mouth to protest this breach of the arrangement, but the sound that issued forth was a cross between a groan and an animal moan. Another wave of electric sensations swept through her even as simultaneously, the pain grew.

The man above her pushed some more, and she felt something give way inside her, just as the tidal surge of her pleasure reached its peak.

With the coast clear, he began to rock back and forth. And once he began moving, there was no turning back.

Chilo, who by now was returning to her full senses, felt hot and cold at once. She tried to disengage herself, but it was too late. Emmanuel was already in the grip of his own pleasure and nothing, absolutely nothing was going to stop him from milking every ounce of the moment.

This was not how she had imagined her first time would be. Not in a tiny, stuffy room, in a strange bed, with someone she barely knew; and surely not with her shirt pooled around her throat like some strumpet giving it to the neighbourhood boys in a back alley. NO, IT WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THIS!!!!

Dear God, what have I done?!!

Briny, her tears mixed freely with the warm sweat beginning to drip off the stranger’s face above her, soaking the pillow beneath. . .

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“I know what is wrong with you. I explained to my guys and they told me it is ‘toto shock’. You just need some time to get yourself again. You should have told me you were a virgin na. I would have gone easier on you.”

Expressionlessly, Chilo stared at him. They were in the Faculty of Arts quadrangle, popularly called ‘Love garden’ by the faculty students.

She felt humiliation wash over her. So he had even discussed her matter with his friends??

After the debacle, she had gone home and refused picking in his calls. She was in shock because she had felt so sure that she would be able to handle herself when she was with him. She had not bargained for what happened. It was so unexpected. . . She had been so proud of her virginity, but now it was gone. Gone forever. Mother and Andi must never know, because they would be so angry and disappointed in her.

Seething with self-loathing, she had sworn never to have anything to do with Emmanuel again. She blamed everybody: from the accursed internet that brought her in contact with Emma, to Kodi for registering her on Prodigits, to Emmanuel for not being a gentleman and keeping to the agreement. But deep down in her heart, she knew that she alone was to blame for everything.

When she had refused to pick his calls or answer his Prodigits messages, he had traced her to school. Finding her had not been difficult because the Department of Creative Arts was the most popular department in the Faculty of Arts. They were just resuming for the second semester so he had been pretty confident that she would be in school.

She had been sitting alone in Love Garden when he joined her. She hadn’t even looked up when he sat down beside her. When he had tried to take her hands in his, she violently batted it away. Two guys passing by looked at them curiously and sniggered.

At the moment, he was telling her that her withdrawal from him was as a result of ‘toto shock’. The very nerve!

Abruptly, she fumbled in her hand bag that sat on her lap and brought out her hand mirror. She opened it and despondently stared at her reflection, ignoring Emmanuel who blabbed on.

She was pretty, at least that was what everyone said. She was intelligent, which was why she was one of the top five students in the department . . . then what was it about her that attracted these sorts to her??

OMG! Chilo lost 'it'.. so sad. . .

Ishi, update at 3? Weldone abeg..

A very confused girl who cannot control her emotions and allow homeless dudes to take her to shanty ghetto and make luv.
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Chilo cut the picture of a wife who could sleep with the driver just because she has a thing for him
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I don't like this story
Sorry to say this cos I can't even join sentences together and make people read

Kai!!! This Emmanuel made Fola look like a perfect gentle man.


Ishilove, another excellent piece. A+ all the way.

nu-well:
I didn't know HOW strongly I felt about this matter until this point in the story.
I don't know why I's so enraged, then disappointed, then just a seethingly resigned.

Please, to all the Chilos out there, STOP! being silent about your struggles. Contrary to your assumptions, you cannot handle it unaided. If you can't find a kind, understanding confidante, at least you will make yourself accountable to someone whose derision will be an extra deterrent to indulging a bad habit.
A Bad situation can only get Worse...

...unless you take positive action.

My heart bleeds, my piece said.

God help us all!

Nu-well, even at a point I had to stop, because I shaking my head and, was like "shiit, stoopid, stoopid girl". I totally agree with you.

ITbomb, I will not mince words neither will I couch the truth. Sorry you feel the way you do.

Naijababe, thanks.

Brand, yeah, that's the only time I have to write. #Work tinz#

are girls as s.t.upid as Chilo? she is more than sex crazed... she is a loser, that's why she attracts loser


in btw......
Ishi, i so love your way of writing, its so realistic and in tune with everyday life and people, Anita Hogan, Dominic...lol

i wish to write like you, if i ever do write.

#s.hit happens.

Nice one again Ishi. You always blur the lines between your stories and reality.

brokoto: #s.hit happens.

Nice one again Ishi. You always blur the lines between your stories and reality.

Exactly! And that is why I read everything she writes

Double post.

princesa: are girls as s.t.upid as Chilo? she is more than sex crazed... she is a loser, that's why she attracts loser


in btw......
Ishi, i so love your way of writing, its so realistic and in tune with everyday life and people, Anita Hogan, Dominic...lol

i wish to write like you, if i ever do write.

Lol, I think Chilo has an identity crisis. She has a very high opinion of herself but zero sense of self-worth

naijababe:


Lol, I think Chilo has an identity crisis. She has a very high opinion of herself but zero sense of self-worth

exactly, i couldn't have said it any better

i am bitter,so chilo lost her half dignity to a poor guy,with no worth.hmmm mysticgal na story be this no be real,so no de vex.

[quote author=ITbomb]A very confused girl who cannot control her emotions and allow homeless dudes to take her to shanty ghetto and make luv.
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Chilo cut the picture of a wife who could sleep with the driver just because she has a thing for him

I totally agree with you
A very cheap girl who doesn't have value for her body.
I disagree with this writer on this one.A typical Unilag girl will never be found in poverty ridden areas like fola's place or emmanuel's place.
What is she always doing with lowclass strangers?
This girl is shameless.

Chilo's character does not fit the writer's discription.
She has No self esteem

naijababe:


Lol, I think Chilo has an identity crisis. She has a very high opinion of herself but zero sense of self-worth

Hmmm... this is deep revelation o! And I perceive truth in this statement. But could you aid my understanding by illustrating practically how this is possible?

Naijababe, you have spoken well.

Ope and princesa, cut the girl some slack na. I personally think she is looking for the wrong things at the wrong places, plus the fact that she is hopelessly naïve and weak. Princesa, thank you for the compliments, I am humbled. I choose to use real life characters in certain areas so that we can identify more closely with the story.

Brokoto, shiit happening is a part and parcel of growing up. Thanks dear

nu-well:


Hmmm... this is deep revelation o! And I perceive truth in this statement. But could you aid my understanding by illustrating practically how this is possible?

Bros, I no be writer like Ishilove o but I go try sha.

People who say one thing and do the opposite are called liars or hypocrites while people who keep largely to their word would be considered 'worthy'. In this narrative, Chilo's opinion of herself is largely positive but her self-worth which is a balance of what she says and does are in complete contrast. She has high moral standards but lies to herself often by not owning her flaws which makes her self-worth nada

naijababe:

Bros, I no be writer like Ishilove o but I go try sha.

People who say one thing and do the opposite are called liars or hypocrites while people who keep largely to their word would be considered 'worthy'. In this narrative, Chilo's opinion of herself is largely positive but her self-worth which is a balance of what she says and does are in complete contrast. She has high moral standards but lies to herself often by not owning her flaws which makes her self-worth nada

Exactly! I've actually met people that are like that.

that girl suppose don contact since... because all this while i never heard of anyone using protection on her...

better still, she is suppose to be pregnant sef, because of her last rendezvous without protection.

F.oolishness

you have a nice piece of write up but the tittle need to be changed welcome am really enjoying it

abmoslincoln: you have a nice piece of write up but the tittle need to be changed welcome am really enjoying it

Leave it! Don't touch it!
The title is 'the-end' of this story.
Imagine Chilo carry belle for any of these homeless losers she is undeniably attracted to.
Imagine again her weekness re-ignite with her houseboy after marriage and she was caught by her undeserved husband.

"IYAWO NYLON BAG" remain her case.

Nice writeup Ishibaby.

abmoslincoln: you have a nice piece of write up but the tittle need to be changed welcome am really enjoying it

why would you need the topic to be changed?

naijababe:

Bros, I no be writer like Ishilove o but I go try sha.

People who say one thing and do the opposite are called liars or hypocrites while people who keep largely to their word would be considered 'worthy'. In this narrative, Chilo's opinion of herself is largely positive but her self-worth which is a balance of what she says and does are in complete contrast. She has high moral standards but lies to herself often by not owning her flaws which makes her self-worth nada

Thanks. Very insightful. Filed for further meditation.