A NIGERIAN THEMED NOVEL
"There's something I want to confess."
Priscilla eyed her warily as she cleaned the inside of a wine glass. "And what could that be?"
"ummm," Fumnaya stalled twiddling her finger nervously. "I want the director."
Priscilla c...
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The drive home was awkwardly silent. Fumn fixed her gaze out the window as she twiddled her thumbs. She couldn't recall ever telling anyone at her workplace that she was still a student. That part of her was kept hidden from the club world but occasionally, she shyly greeted some of her course mates who came to party.
Was it possible that someone had been spying on her? Fumn shook her head unbelievably. She didn't want to imagine the horror.
Just how much information had the person gathered on her? Fumn subconsciously slapped a hand on her knees causing Michael's eyes to travel down her long legs. He caught himself just in time to make a sharp turn into a bumpy road.
He had barely gone midway with the car jerking here and there than Fumn announced that she was going to stop. Michael frowned. Surrounding them were shops, barbing saloons and aboki stalls for selling fried egg and bread.
"Is this where you live?" He asked suspiciously surveying the environment.
Fumn bit on her lower lip not wanting to say anything. "Ahhh, you think I will come to your house at night to rape you? Although, I do admit that you have a tempting body."
As he talked, Fumn noticed a golden thing glinting in the darkness of his mouth. She furrowed her brows, Michael's compliment hanging loosely in the air.
"Can you open your mouth for a bit?" Fumn asked curious.
"Why, what is it you want now?" Michael replied her with another question. He slowly opened his mouth as requested and Fumn gasped, the expression on her face was priceless.
"You-ha-ve a pie-r-ci-ng on y-o-ur tong-ue," Fumn stammered pointing at the gold earring that shone as he rolled his tongue back in.
"Are you surprised?" Michael wasn't in the least bit fazed. He switched the gear to parking.
"Doesn't it hurt?" Fumn was placid. She was wondering how a human being could go through the hurtful process of using a small, sharp device to pierce his tongue when she was scared shitless of having one on her earlobe.
"Nah. It was well treated by a professional. So, you have nothing to worry about. I suggest you direct that worry on how to keep your student thingy a secret from the management though. You may never know who is watching."
Fumn's forehead creased worriedly. "What do you mean by that?"
Michael simply shrugged and blared his horn loudly. "Be safe now. I gotta go. Got some club meetings to attend."
Fumn gulped. The side door automatically opened and she clambered out with her leather handbag. "See you later."
Michael revved the engine and Fumn observed the car speed off, leaving trails of dust in it's wake.
Fumn tiredly pushed open the gate to her lodge and climbed up the well worn steps. Her stomach was rumbling and her head ached like pointed needles were being inserted into it. She held her bag by the handle as the acrid smell of cigarette wafted through her nostrils.
