Original Ongoing Series

The conversation flowed, as though they had known one another for a while, even though this was their first official meeting. This was partially due to Kofi’s loneliness. He was rather a shy person, unlike Kwadwo his closest friend and roommate. Since he’d returned from the village, he’d mostly been in his room and Kwadwo was often busy. Kwadwo was the prayer secretary for his fellowship on campus, as well as being part of the intercession team at Pastor Joe’s church. This left Kofi alone most of the time when he didn’t feel like accompanying Kwadwo, so he was glad to have Samuel as unexpected company. Besides, listening to Samuel ramble helped Kofi to put the dreams he’d been having about fat Johnny out of his mind. The dream he'd been having when Samuel knocked at the door wasn't the first one he'd had since he'd gotten back to campus. Kofi wanted to forget about all that. ‘Its only because I was angry at Becky and den I won’t get any more babies too’, is what he told himself each time after he’d finished fucking fat Johnny. The fact that he had been dreaming about their last encounter when Samuel came in bothered him. So, he was glad of the interruption. Samuel wasn’t nearly as shy as Kofi; he was naturally outgoing and a talkative person – a quality that increased when he became nervous, as he was now, talking to Kofi. “So that is what the programme is like and what we are planning for, and I hope you will be able to come out to it, yes.” “Ah okay, dat’s cool,” Kofi answered, his diction slipping into a more relaxed tone then added. “So, you good? In de class I mean?” Kofi’s English had never been very good and it took concentration for him to enunciate properly. He was tired of concentrating. “Huh? What are you talking about?” “Somebody said you de shark in de class, so am asking if is true.” Kofi relaxed onto the bed opposite Samuel, placing one foot on the bed and the other on the floor. He scratched his balls through his boxers distractedly; Samuel pretended not to notice. “You’re asking if I’m good in the class?” Samuel replied, in clear crisp English – a contrast to Kofi’s slangy pidgin-inflected drawl. “Yah, somebody said you de shark. Is true or nah?” “Well, I think I don’t know if I’m a ‘shark’ but I do alright.” “Cool maybe we can learn for class den, or?” Kofi asked, his eyebrow raised in inquiry. “Oh, sure yes, umm yes, we can.” Samuel stammered as he answered. “Alright coo,” Kofi replied, standing abruptly. “I’m about to go swim, so...” This was Samuel's signal to go. “Yes, right, well I will be going.” “Coo, buh lemme get your number first.” Kofi stood directly in front of Samuel who was still seated, which placed Kofi’s boxer clad dick at eye-level. “Um okay, its __________.” Kofi punched the numbers into his phone and pressed call. He turned his back as he did so, giving Samuel a chance to stand up and quickly adjust his trouser to hide his erection. Shortly, Samuel’s phone began to ring. “Okay, so I have it now,” Samuel replied, as Kofi turned back to face him. He had a pair of swim shorts in his hands. “Cool, so we go meet up den?” Kofi asked as he shook the shorts out. “Uhmm. Do you swim a lot?” Samuel asked. “Not a lot, buh I like to swim. Why?” Kofi asked, staring at Samuel. “Oh, I’ve been wanting to go but I don’t really know how to swim and I don’t have the swim shorts.” “Ah, I can teach you, no problem next time am going, I will tell you so you come.” As Kofi spoke, he pulled down his boxers and tossed them onto the bed behind him and pulled the swim shorts on. Samuel’s mouth dropped open quickly then just as quickly shut. Kofi didn't see this. What Samuel's eyes had witnessed had caused his mouth to go dry and his dick to stiffen even more in his trousers. “Um, yeah, okay. Yes, I will call, or you call me, yeah.” Samuel felt suddenly warm and anxious to leave the room.

“Hello?” ‘kokooko’ – the knock came again. “Ei! Its Becky!” Kofi shook himself, "Am coming!" Kofi tossed then jerked awake. He looked wildly about the room then shook his head as if to scatter the jumbled images into some sort of order. He sat up and swung his long, muscled legs to the side of the bed. It had all been a dream, and he was on campus. Not in the village. The knock at the door was not a dream though. “Am coming!” he answered again, tugging at his boxers. His dick, long and hard, had snaked out of his boxer shorts. He stood, adjusting it awkwardly, then crossed the small room to open the door. “Sorry, for disturbing you...” said the brown-skinned young, chubby young man standing at his door, dressed in buttoned shirt and black trousers. He looked neat and professional. Kofi, on the other hand, wore nothing but his boxer shorts, that barely contained his obviously hard dick. “Yeah, no, sorry, what’s up?” Kofi answered the young man. Kofi had never been shy of his body, and so didn’t really mind that his dick was hard, or that his boxers barely contained it. He didn’t even notice the young man’s eyes as they stared at his dick print. “Uhm, yeah. I’m, uhh... I’m Samuel, and umm... I can come back.” Samuel spoke hesitantly. All the moisture had gone out of his mouth as he looked at Kofi. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Kofi was tall and dark, lean, but not skinny, and muscular. He flashed a pretty smile, revealing a row of perfectly white teeth with a small gap. His eyes flashed. “Nah, is cool. What’s up? Come in.” Kofi stepped to the side, inviting Samuel in. “What’s up?” Samuel slid past him. As he did, he inhaled Kofi’s scent – slightly sweaty, with a hint of cologne; it was an intoxicating scent and Samuel closed his eyes briefly, as if by closing them he could shut out the scent from his nostrils as well. “Okay, well like I said I’m uhhh Samuel, and I’m actually coming to invite people to a programme we are having.” Samuel held out his hand with a flyer. Kofi took it but didn’t look. “Is it a church programme or something?” Kofi smiled. “Oh, nah, not that. Its for my department.” Samuel looked down; Kofi’s smile made him feel shy and awkward. Looking down didn’t help though as it meant looking at his muscled chest and the slow rivulets of sweat that trickled down. ‘Damn I wanna suck those nips’, Samuel thought to himself and subconsciously licked his lips. “Oh sorry, you are thirsty," Kofi said, noticing Samuel licking his lips. "You want water? You can sit down.” Samuel sat on the edge of the bed while Kofi fetched him a sachet of water and took one himself. He still hadn’t put on any more clothes. “Thank you,” Samuel said as he took the sachet. He didn’t drink, but watched as Kofi bit into his own and took a draught then poured some over his head and washed his face off. The water dripped down his body. “Its hot bro,” Kofi said smiling again, as he took another sip. “Some department programme huh?” “Yes please, we are having a programme on leadership. Its being done by the ____ department, but its for anybody that want to come. I’m one of the officers.” Kofi finally took a look at the flyer, then looked at Samuel again. “Eh? That’s my department anyway.” Kofi looked at Samuel. “You look kinda familiar,” He squinted his eyes as he looked at Samuel. “Yeah, you do to, a little.” Samuel replied. Of course, Samuel had recognized Kofi as soon as he opened the door from one of his classes. He had been crushing on him from a distance, but never thought to approach him. Even so, Samuel pretended as if he didn’t know Kofi at all.

“Take that, yeah, take it...” Johnny’s ass jiggled as he groaned, his fat body shaking with every one of Kofi’s hard thrusts. Kofi held his waist steady as he fucked Johnny doggie style. Johnny bit his lip to stifle his moans. The first time Kofi had fucked him, after the funeral, it was painful. It was the first time anyone had fucked the chubby, dark, girlish man. There weren't many options in the village for man to man intimacy. Before that it had only been clandestine dick sucking in the bush or in secret places around the village. None of the men he sucked would ever admit it openly of course, and Johnny knew better than to make mention of it, either publicly or privately. If any one in the village ever found out, it would be a death sentence; Johnny and his secret partners were bound by their mutual fear of discovery. He would suck them off, and they would go – back to their football games, to their wives or girlfriends, or to their farms – and never speak openly of what happened, not even when they were together alone. For most of them, it was only an occasional thing; sometimes a one-time thing, as when a horny SHS boy would enjoy the feel of fat Johnny’s lips on their hard dicks, sucking, and licking their balls until he drained them. They usually wouldn’t visit again after the first time. They were too scared. Kofi was different. He was married, like some of the others, with young twin children. He was young too, in his early twenties like Johnny. But unlike the others, after the first time, Kofi became something of a regular visitor, usually once a week, but sometimes more, especially when he and his young wife Becky were arguing. This was one of those times. Kofi had been getting along with Becky alright, but Becky’s mother was around, and Kofi didn’t like her. The feeling was mutual. So, Kofi absented himself and spent time with his friends, or, late in the night, at Johnny’s place, fucking his jiggling fat ass like he was doing now. The first time Kofi had fucked him, it had been painful, and Johnny didn’t enjoy it much. The second time, it was less painful, and Kofi had managed to fuck him to orgasm. Now, however, it was mostly sheer pleasure. Johnny never felt better than when he was on his knees doggie style while Kofi slammed his thick, long black dick ever deeper into his hole. "Its like I was born to take dick," he'd written in his journal (that he promptly burned). As Kofi fucked him, he tweaked his fat tits, which hung like a woman’s breasts beneath him, swaying back and forth. Kofi bit Johnny’s ear and Johnny winced and moaned softly, “ahhhhh fuck! Fuck me daddy fuck!”. He always called Kofi daddy when he fucked him, though Kofi had never asked him to. It somehow seemed natural. Kofi seemed to like when Johnny talked dirty; it made him push harder into his hole, which Johnny liked. “You like that? You like daddy’s dick girl?” “Ah, yess, fuck me daddy. Give me your dick, fuck me. Rape my ass daddy, fuck, fuck! Fuck the shit outta me, please, oh daddy, daddy!” The more he pleaded the harder Kofi fucked him. “Yeah take that dick. Take my dick. Take it.” Sweat poured down Kofi’s strong back, muscled from hard work. “Take it, take it!” ‘Ko koo ko. Ko koo ko’ Suddenly there was a knock at the door and behind it a voice, “Hello? Hello?” Kofi froze and shook in a panic.

Season 7: Episode 7 School Daze

Seemingly all at once, Olu flipped Gabi onto his tummy and slapped his ass. “Aijieee!” Gabi shouted as Olu slapped it again then leaned forward and spread his ass cheeks apart and stuck his tongue inside. Gabi squirmed. “Oh fuck, fuck!” Olu held Gabi down by the neck then pushed his dick against his hole. It had been a while since he had been fucked, but his hole gave way readily. He was used to taking Sule’s big dick, and Olu was of similar size. Without resistance, Olu’s dick slid deep into Gabi’s hole. “Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah fuck, fuck, fuck!” Olu panted as he fucked Gabi. “Baby this ass is so sweet, ah fuck, give it to me, give it to daddy, give me that ass baby,” Olu mumbled as he fucked Gabi hard whilst holding him down by his next, each thrust pushing Gabi further and further into the mattress. Gabi himself was breathless. He enjoyed the rough handling; he was used to it, He even craved it, and it had been too long since Sule had fucked him. He closed his eyes and tried to forget about Sule. His ass became wet as he creamed on the Nigerian guys dick, but still he continued fucking him. “Harder, fuck me harder! Shit!” Gabi demanded as Olu slammed over and again into his ass, each time pulling back it was as if he pulled a part of his ass out with him. “Take that dick, take daddy’s dick.” “Yah, give it to me. Harder, harder, harder, fuck me like a man! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Gabi arched his back and shot his load directly into the bedsheets under him. His entire body shuddered as he came. A few minutes later, Olu too came – pulling out his dick leaving Gabi feeling empty as he stroked his dick and shot thick streams of cum on Gabi’s ass and back. Exhausted, he fell onto the side of the bed, breathing heavily. “Fuuuuck!” he moaned after a few seconds. “Thats the best ass I ever had.” Gabi, however was silent. The image of Sule flashed through his mind and in a moment it seemed all his horniness and the effect of the wee and alcohol seemed to vanish. He got up from the bed. “Are you okay?” Olu asked, as Gabi went to the washroom. “Yah, am fine,” he answered over his shoulder. "Are you sure?" Olu asked again. Gabi was quiet as he entered the washroom, closed the door and sat on the toilet to relieve himself. After a few minutes he turned on the shower, entered it and began to cry.

Gabi ran his hands down Olu’s muscled back as he parted his lips, welcoming Olu’s tongue inside. As Olu pressed his body against him, Gabi felt his dick grow rigid and begin to rub against his own. Their bodies were warm, and Gabi wrapped his legs around Olu’s waist. Gabi broke off the kiss as Olu tugged at first his own pants, then Gabi’s own, sliding them down Gabi’s slim legs, freeing his thick dick from the tight confines of the boxer. Before Gabi could react, Olu had bent over and began sucking Gabi’s nipples, eliciting moans from Gabi’s lips. “Mmmmm, yah, ahhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhh,” Gabi moaned and ground his body against Olu’s own, their dicks rubbing together as Olu sucked first one, then the other of his nipples. Gabi threw his head back and held Olu’s head as he licked him, then watched as he kissed his way down Gabi’s body to his dick that lay hard and fat on his tummy. Without hesitating. Olu slurped it into his mouth, down to the root. Gabi gasped in pleasure. Olu masterfully sucked his dick, moving back and forth, and using his strong hands to twist and wank Gabi’s dick as he did so. This alone nearly brought Gabi to orgasm when Olu broke it off, and lifted Gabi’s legs in the air, then rested them on his broad shoulders, giving him access to Gabi’s ass. “Ohh, please, please, ahhhhh...” Gabi pleaded, but in vain. Olu plunged his tongue into Gabi’s hole, licking, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin. Gabi’s body began to shake as Olu rimmed him, pushing his tongue in and out of Gabi’s hole, pleasuring him intensely, until the hole itself was wet. Gabi’s dick was hard and a long string of pre-cum dropped down onto his belly as Olu rimmed him. Only for a moment did he stop, only to comment, “Damn you’re sweet,” then resumed licking Gabi’s dark hot hole. “Fuck, shit!” Gabi moaned in pleasure, tossing his head back and forth. He held Olu’s head against his ass hole. “Eat me daddy, lick that hole, yeah, lick it daddy, lick my chocolate hole, fuck daddy, fuck! Shit!” As Olu rimmed him, Gabi grew more and more excited. His balls began to contract and he felt as if he were about to come. His voice grew higher. “Ah fuck daddy, fuck ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhhh”. It was intense, but at the last moment Olu pulled back; it was pleasure and torture. Olu went back to licking Gabi’s nipples and kissing his neck, then he leaned over him and held his thick dick in his hand and looked Gabi in the eyes. Gabi looked at him intensely. “You want me to fuck you baby?” Olu asked. Gabi nodded quietly. “Say it boy. Say you want daddy to fuck you.” “I wan daddy to fuck me.” “Say it, say you wanna taste this naija dick Beg for it baby.” Before Gabi could answer Olu had again began to rim him. He licked at Gabi’s dick and lapped at his balls then returned to rimming him, until Gabi was nearly delirious. “Ah please daddy, fuck me please fuck. Gimme dat naija dick, ah fuck fuck!” Gabi slammed his hand on the side of the bed as he threw his head from side to side. He wanted nothing more than to be fucked and fucked hard, and if it meant begging then he would do it.

You tired? You wanna sleep?” Olu asked. Gabi shook his head, no. He hardly drank nor did Sule ever allow him to use wee. The combination made him much more lively and extraverted than he normally was. “Am not tired ooo. I wan dance small. Play de music. Who is playin’ de music. ‘Awurade bꜪgye steer no oo....Na ame m’abow oo,’ “ Gabi jumped on the table and began singing and dancing. Some of the others joined him singing loudly. ‘Awurade, Awurade!!’ although there was no music to accompany them. They carried on like this for a few minutes while Olu looked on. Gabi was obviously drunk as he jumped from one song to another, mixing the lyrics of different songs. As he danced he stumbled and almost fell onto the floor, but Olu caught him and eased him to the ground where he rolled around giggling. “ehehehehe. Ei!!! Olu chocolate man! Dis one you dunno ooooo! Hahahaha...” Gabi laughed wildly as Olu helped him to his feet. “Chocolate man?" Olu smiled. "I gotta take this little baby to sleep; he can’t handle it and its too late,” Olu told the others as he walked Gabi out. Gabi was unsteady on his feet, laughing and stumbling into Olu’s arms. Finally, Olu scooped him up and carried him in his arms into the room they shared. Once inside, Gabi lay back on the bed and began pulling his clothes off. Soon he wore nothing but a pair of boxers. He lay back on the bed with his legs spread wide apart. “Is hot in dis room, hehehehehe. Is too hot, hot, hot. Ebe hot boys here too.” Olu looked at him with a bemused look on his face as he began to undress. “You are cute, you know that.” Olu pulled his shirt over his head, along with his singlet, revealing his muscled chest. Gabi’s eyes were transfixed. Olu never broke eye contact as he stepped to the door and locked it, then returned to slip off his trousers; they fell to his feet revealing his strong, well-shaped calves, and muscled thighs, topped off with a pair of white pants that revealed the contours of his body, and especially his dick, that seemed to strain against the material. Much like Sule, there was no hint of fat on him anywhere, but unlike Sule, he was not slim – but solidly muscular, as if he spent just the right amount of time in the gym. “Tank you,” Gabi replied finally in a subdued voice. “you nice too.” Olu climbed on the bed, crawling towards Gabi, who opened his legs even more and placed his feet on the bed. “You did so well in the competition. I watched you the whole time.” Gabi smiled shyly as Olu crawled between his legs and held himself over him. He could feel the heat radiating from his body. Olu’s breath was sweet as he held his face inches away from Gabi’s own. “Tans you too,” Gabi whispered quietly as Olu moved forward to kiss him on the lips. Gabi’s lips parted slightly. Olu tasted as good as he looked and Gabi wanted more, but Olu pulled back and looked into his eyes. “Is like chocolate” Gabi whispered, referring to Olu’s kiss. “Wha?” “Nothin,” Gabi replied, as he pulled Olu in for another kiss. A feeling of guilt washed over him briefly as he thought of Sule, but it faded as Olu’s kiss became more intense and he felt the strong arms of this Nigerian chocolate god embrace him.

Gabi and the others were up early to prepare for the competition. During the night, he had dreamed, or imagined that Olu was pressing against his body, rubbing on his pert ass with his hard dick. It had all seemed so real – the way Olu’s body felt pressed against his own, the sensation of his dick rubbing the crack of Gabi’s ass, even the feel of his strong hands stroking his nipples and massaging his dick through his shorts. When Gabi woke up, however, everything seemed normal and Olu was far on the other side of the bed. It didn’t matter – the competition lay before him. “You up?” Olu replied, “Yes, nau. Am up. I’m even ready than you.” He was in fact already dressed. Gabi went to the washroom to begin his preparations for the day. By the time he returned, Olu had left. Gabi soon joined him and the others for the competition. The day was hectic – multiple sessions with each team having to cook up multi-course meals with little to no advance notice about what they would have to prepare. Each meal had to have a dessert made to complement the main dish which stressed Gabi, as he had no say in what dessert he would have to use or sometimes even what ingredients were available. Even with all the stress however, Gabi felt confident that his team would succeed, partially due to Abdul’s cool and competent leadership. By evening, it was the last round of competition. Gabi was tired, but excited. He looked across the room to see Olu facing him. All day it seemed that anytime Gabi looked at him, Olu had been also looking back. The attraction Gabi had for him was unmistakable, but he tried to ignore it and focus on the mango based dessert he had to make. By the end of the competition, Gabi stood back exhausted. The judges tasted everything from the various teams then sent them away whilst they deliberated. “Abdul, how do you think it goes or went?” Gabi asked as they waited. “I’m sure we will do fine, but not the first prize. I know we won’t.” ‘Oh, why? We did good. I think so.” “We did good, yes, but the presentation. Also that Nigerian guy. I’ve seen him before. He is very very good.” Abdu indicated Olu who was seated across the room chatting with his teammates, flashing a smile. “Buh still I think we are good.” Abdul merely nodded and closed his eyes. A few moments later they were called back in, and just as Abdul had said, Olu’s team won, and Abdul’s team took the next prize. Of course there was rejoicing and celebration. It really was a holiday, and after the competition catered food and drinks were brought in along. Many of the students, after eating, headed to the beach where they drank and smoke weed. Others, Gabi and Olu among them, stayed behind – not that there was any less drinking or smoking, but neither of them cared for the beach. Throughout the house, music blared and in every room students mingled, guys taking the opportunity to dance with and propose to girls from their own school and from others as well. It was fun and Gabi found himself cornered by one girl who offered him a wee brownie and booze. Soon, Gabi, who was normally reserved, was up and dancing with the lady and with others, including Olu and some of the other guys from ‘the crew’ who had stayed behind from the beachfront. Gradually, the loud partying died down, and Gabi, Olu, and some of the others found themselves in a room playing card games, then rounds of truth and dare. Gabi sat next to Olu, whose leg kept rubbing against his own. It was getting late.

Sule worked his fingers, faster and faster as Aaliyah panted. It was an exquisite feeling, until he stopped and climbed on top of her. He pointed his thick hard dick at the entrance of her hole; she was wet as he pushed against her. She winced as if in pain. Sule looked surprised. He hadn’t believed her when she said she was a virgin, but her reaction showed that he might be wrong. He didn’t care – he was high, drunk and horny, and Aaliyah was there and available and a woman, not a guy. She was proof to him that he was a man like his brother. Sule furrowed his brow and pushed harder; Aaliyah winced and tears came from her eyes as he broke her. His dick slid deep inside. It was warm and wet and Sule began to fuck her. Her pussy, already wet, became wetter – lubricating his dick. She was tight, almost like fucking Gabi’s ass yet different somehow. He looked down at her face. Her eyes were closed and her brow was furrowed as if she was concentrating. Soon, however, the pains she felt subsided and the good feeling returned. Sule’s dick filled her and it felt good, though different than when he was playing with her clit. “Ahhhhhh,” she moaned again, and opened her legs wider. It began to feel good now and she opened her eyes to watch Sule’s face. “He is so handsome” she thought as he thrust into her. “Such a beautiful man.” Suddenly, Sule squeezed his face and his breathing became heavier. “Are you okay? Sule? Sule?” she asked, unsure of what was happening. “Ughhhhhh, fuck! Fuck!” Sule groaned and Aaliyah looked at him in worry. “Sule are you okay?” Sule slammed his hand against the floor as his body became rigid and shuddered. “FUCK!!!” he exclaimed breathlessly as he came. Aaliyah felt his dick hit something deep inside her, then felt liquid ooze out. She wasn’t sure what had happened as Sule pulled out of her and lay on her side, breathing heavily. “Sule, Sule? Are you okay, are you okay?” Aaliyah sat up and shook him. She was worried as he lay there, his chest heaving up and down. “Are you okay?” “Hehehehe, am fine, yeah, I’m fine,” Sule said as he reached up to stroke her face. “Are you okay?” Aaliyah’s face softened. “Yes, I’m fine. I was worried. What happened to you?” Sule looked at her curiously. “What do you mean what happened? You thought something was wrong?” “The way you were breathing and... and your face. I was worried.” Sule smirked at her. “You really are a virgin, aren’t you?” “I told you I was.” “I know, and you were tight so I thought, buh...” Sule sat up and looked at Aaliyah. Beneath her on the mat were small spots of blood. “Oh!” Aaliyah looked, then widened her eyes and gasped. Suddenly shy, she began to tear up and grabbed her clothes. “No, oh! Oh!” “Its okay, is okay,” Sule said trying to calm her. “is okay. You will be fine.” “But you don’t understand, you don’t understand. I didn’t think you entered. It pained though, but I didn’t think...” She held her face and began to sob. “Wha is it? This is no big deal. Is okay. What is it?” Aaliyah paused then looked at Sule. “I’m supposed to get married soon. He already did everything, just that he is not around now. He will know. He will know!” Aaliyah began to dress up. “I have to go. I have to go.” Sule too sat up and began to dress. “Wait wait... how will he know? Because of de blood? He won’ know. Why you didn’t tell me you were married, wetin is this?” Aaliyah shook her head over and over. “I have to go. I have to go.” She finished dressing up and hurried from the room.

Aaliyah smiled shyly, “Its not right, I’m not agreeing to anything. I won’t come. You let me get you food,” she said, pushing his hand off of her and pulling away. Sule let her go and watched as she went to warm food for him. “Okay, I will wait. You bring it when its ready.” Sule retreated into the room and lit the lantern, which bathed the room in a soft glowing light. About 15 minutes passed before Aaliyah appeared in the room. Sule was seated on the mat with his eyes half-closed. “Its not that hot but it should be okay.” “Don’t worry, you bring it.” Aaliyah brought the bowl closer to serve Sule when he grabbed her hand drawing her closer. She almost dropped the bowl. “Sule!” “Wha? I told you I wan sometin buh not from the kitchen.” He pulled her closer and kissed her; she did not resist. They kissed for a few moments, till she pulled back. “Suleman, I dunno about this. I’m... I’m... I’ve not been with a man before. If you want me you should ask my father.” “Don’t play. Das why you came here. You know wha you doin’ comin to a man’s room alone. You tink dey din see you come? If you don wan you shouldn’t come. Kiss me.” Sule’s voice was firm but commanding. Aaliyah hesitated, then kissed Sule. He pulled her closer and the bowl nearly dropped from her hand as he did so. “Sule, wait, wait...” Aaliyah pulled back and placed the bowl down, then went to the door and checked, then pulled it close and turned the lock. She knelt on the mat in front of Sule and unfastened her hijab and laid it neatly to one side then unfastened her gown and let it drop to the ground. Beneath it, she wore another top, that held her breasts in place, but no panties. She lay on the mat. Sule watched as she lay on the mat, then stood and pulled his dress over his head. His dick was hard already as he pulled down the shorts he wore beneath then lay beside her and kissed her. She held his head and kissed him deeply, as Sule stroked her thigh. His hand moved steadily upwards towards her pussy. She gasped as his hand reached. Her legs parted and Sule’s fingers stroked her. It had been a long time since he’d had sex with a woman, but his hand remembered what he had forgotten and found its way to her clit which he stroked. It was bigger than he expected and rigid. “Ahhhhhhhh,” she moaned as Sule stroked her. She tossed her head back and forth. “Ahhhhhhhh, mmmmmm,” she moaned. She’d never felt anything like it before. Sule paused to remove the shirt, freeing her breasts, which he promptly kissed. He resumed stroking her pussy and licked her nipples. Aaliyah closed her eyes and clasped Sule’s head to her chest. His tongue on her nipple felt almost as good as his fingers on her clit.

The day passed quickly, filled with activities and food. Because of the distance Sule and Haruna had travelled, what customarily would have taken much longer was squeezed into 1 week, most of which was gone already. All that was left was a few customary exchanges between the families, and the marriage between Haruna and Samira would be complete. Sule had played his part well and he and Haruna managed to get through everything without fighting their father. Haruna would rather have done everything without getting him involved, but Samira’s family had insisted, and he was their father after all, even if he was useless. Participating in the activities and thinking about what Haruna said had played in the back of his mind all day. Almost all of his relatives of his age had married and had more than one-child. Some even much younger than him had. And he had no children, and no wife. And his father was ashamed of him. Sule liked to pretend that he didn’t care about his father, and mostly he didn’t, but part of him wanted to make him proud – to give him grandchildren – if for no other reason than to prove that he really was a man. By evening time, most of the customary activities had been finished and Sule found himself with his cousins and other relatives. Despite their supposedly devoted Islamic faith, wee and alcohol flowed freely amongst them, which made their animated dances – a mix of traditional and contemporary styles – even wilder than usual. Back home, Sule was much more reserved and quieter – hardly ever smiling or showing much emotion at all aside anger (at least when he wasn’t with Gabi). Here, for some reason, amongst his own people, he felt much more relaxed and comfortable. The alcohol helped of course, so that when his cousin Bada dragged him his to dance, he resisted at first, but soon found himself leaping and jumping with the rest, his mouth wide with smiles and laughter. While he danced, he kept his eyes on Aaliyah, who watched from the crowd. In the course of the day he’d found out that she wasn’t his relative, well, at least not a close relative in any case – nothing that would be a problem if he expressed interest in her. “Maybe I will get her,” he thought as he watched her. “She’s pretty anyway. Even Gabi have a baby and I don get any baby. And he was interested in her in her body at least. His eyes followed her as she left the group, and soon after he also left and followed her into the dark. He caught up with her on the footpath. “Where are you going, Aaliyah? Are you tired already? Its our brother’s wedding and you are going to sleep.” “Oh, no not that. Its just loud for me that’s all; aren’t you going back?” “Let me escort you.” Aaliyah looked at Sule then continued to walk quietly. Sule too fell quiet; he was surprised at his behaviour. He felt guilty somehow, but he didn’t know why. Aaliyah was quite pretty. “Thank you,” Aaliyah said in response. “For what?” “You just said I was pretty; I’m saying thank you. Or you think I shouldn’t say anything?” Sule blushed. He hadn’t realized he spoke aloud. “Oh, not that, no no. Well, you are.” By now they had reached the compound where Sule was staying. No one seemed to be around and Sule sat on the stool outside of his room. “You want something to eat,” Aaliyah offered, moving towards the kitchen. “Yeah, I wan sometin buh not from de kitchen,” Sule said, reaching towards her hand. She didn’t resist as he pulled her close to him. “Ah, what do you mean? What are you doing? I told you I’m your relative.” “I told you is a lie, anyway, you not my sister, so is fine.” Sule pulled her closer till she was standing between his legs as he sat on the short stool. “Its not right, Sule. If you want me then you should do the right thing.” “What is the right tin? Me I dunno dis tradition stuffs kuraa,” as he spoke he moved his hand down her back till it rested on her shapely ass – hardly visible beneath the loose gown she wore. “Come.”

The sharp smell of food cooking jerked Sule awake. Whatever it was, it smelled delicious. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. In the dim light he could see that Haruna’s mat was empty. Sule stretched, then took water from the covered basin and washed his face, then took a cup and drank some. The water was sweet; better, he thought, than sachet water. It was from a well in the compound and had a natural sweetness. It was cool besides. He had missed Fajr Salat, as the sun was already up. “Why didn’t Haruna wake me,” he thought to himself, then rubbed his head and yawned. He opened the door and squinted against the bright sun. The compound was busy with ladies cooking and children roaming about. They were to visit Haruna’s soon-to-be wife’s family today, thus the busyness. “Suleiman - you feeling bettah?” the question came from one of the younger ladies of the group. Sule didn’t remember being sick, so the question surprised him. “Yah, am fine,” he replied, then remembered. The weed and alcohol he had taken the night before. Undoubtedly Haruna had lied to cover up for why Sule was so late in getting up. The slight headache reminded him. “It was just a small sometin’. Am fine.” The lady smiled at him. Her eyes twinkled. “She is very pretty” Sule thought as she busied herself. “You go inside; I will bring you someting.” Sule nodded and turned back into the room. It was dark inside and still cool. He drank more water, waited and thought about his conversation with Haruna. “Haruna think that Gabi be like ein sister. Hmmm... he say I should not marry. Hmmmm...” Sule was confused and uncertain, though happy that Haruna had defended him before his father. If his father or family knew anything about Gabi, they would kill Sule, and no one would question them, or even report it. Of that Sule was sure. “Buh I have to marry. I have to give birth anyway. Even Gabi sef have give birth.” Sule lay back on the mat and dozed off, only to be awaken a few minutes later by the young lady he’d met outside. She served the food quietly. Sule looked her over. She was really quite attractive: dark and slim. She reminded him of Gabi in that way. “Whas your name?” he asked. The girl smiled shyly and pulled her hijab to cover it, but not before Sule noticed. “Why? You don’t know my name? Hmmm....” The girl made as if to leave, but Sule stopped her. “No, no, no, you didn’t tell me your name. Wha is it?” Sule dipped his hand into the food and began to eat. The girl looked at him. “I’m Aaliya. You don’t know me?” “How will I know you?” “You should know your family people. Ask your father.” Sule smiled at this. “Ah, are you my family member? “Ask your father,” the girl said again as she stood and left the room. Sule watched her as she left. He felt his dick stir in his shorts; he felt horny and somehow attracted to her. She was quite beautiful and Sule wondered at his reaction. He’d never really paid much attention to girls before, even though he’d had sex with several of them. He shook his head and continued to eat his food. About 15 minutes later, the girl re-appeared. “Have you finished the food?” Sule held out the bowl and she took it, and Sule used his other hand to grab her arm. “Ei, what are you doing?” “Nothing, I just want to see something.” Aaliya’s eyes flashed. Sule couldn’t immediately tell if it was anger or simply excitement. She pulled her hand away. “What do you want to see? Ah!” “Stop, am just joking with you. So are you my relative for real? Sit down, sit down.” Sule gestured and the girl sat. “I’ve cooking to do. Its a lot to do.” “I know, buh answer me and you can go.” “I said you should ask your father.” “I know you are not my relative.” “How do you know?” “Don’t worry. I will tell you later, after we do paga tibu.” The lady looked at Sule and smiled. “Are you sure? You don’t even know the tradition well. What is paga tibu anyway? Do you know?” Sule smiled. “You don’t worry what I know. Later. You go.” Aaliya stood up and collected the bowls and left Sule alone as he leaned back on his elbows.

Gabi startled awake a few hours later. “Ah!” he gasped as his eyes adjusted to the light. “Wha?” “Oh, sorry I didn’t mean to wake you.” Gabi rubbed his eyes and opened them again. He sat up on the bed. Before him, holding a small towel that he was using to dry himself, and wearing nothing else besides, was a tall, muscular, chocolate-coloured man with full-lips, dark eyes and strong hands. Gabi’s eyes swept up and down the man’s body, taking in everything at a glance. As he did, he couldn’t help but notice the long, thick dark meat that swung between his legs, barely concealed by the towel the anonymous stranger held in his hands. The stranger finished drying himself and wrapped the cloth around his waist, then stepped over and extended a hand to Gabi. “Sorry, I’m Olu. I think I’m sharing a room with you.” Gabi reached out and took the man’s hand. “My name is Gabi, you are welcome. Yeah I guess so, buh...” Gabi glanced at the bed. “Yeah... its only one bed, but I guess its’ okay nau. It’s a big bed.” Olu turned to his bag and grabbed a pair of boxers, then turned back towards Gabi. He loosened his towel which dropped to the floor, exposing himself fully. “You don’t mind, do you?” he asked, staring at Gabi. Gabi swallowed hard, and tried to focus on Olu’s face rather than on his dick. He wasn't sure at first if the man was referring to sharing the bed, or if he intended to sleep naked. That is, until he noticed him gesturing towards the bed. He breathed a sigh of relief. “No, is fine. You a Nigerian?” Olu bent over to pull on his boxers, prompting an inward sigh of thankfulness from Gabi. “Yah, I’m Nigerian, but I’ve been here for some time. You are here for the competition?” “Yah, I am, buh I think is only my school or...?” “Yes nau, its your school but some of us also are around. I mean, I work around but also came for it.” Olu was busy rubbing pomade into his skin which made it glow in the soft light. Gabi was captivated by the sight of this chocolate god who seemed to have shown up in his room from nowhere. His dick grew hard in his short, but fortunately was concealed beneath the pillow he held in his lap. “Ah, okay, dats fine. Have you finished dere?” Gabi pointed to the washroom. “Oh, yeah, I’m done. You need to bath?” “No, I bath already. I just want to use the washroom is all.” Gabi walked to the washroom and closed the door. Once inside he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “God help me,” he prayed quietly, then used the washroom. When he returned, Olu had climbed onto the bed and appeared to be asleep already; Gabi stared at his muscular back. “God help me,” he thought again, then climbed in the bed and tried to sleep.

The next day’s travel to the site of the competition was uneventful, except for a brief delay on the road due to traffic on the road and a temporary breakdown of their bus. No matter; the students took advantage of the ‘holiday’ and the delays to leave their bus. “The crew” especially took the opportunity to sing and dance wildly in the streets as if at some festival. Mawuli, the most flamboyant of the group, hiked his trousers up, tied his shirt around his waist like a skirt, and rolled up his singlet so it resembled a cutoff top. Thus attired, he danced and waved his hands about. Soon several of the ‘crew’ joined him in a pretend fashion show, prancing and cat walking on the side of the road to the cheers and jeers of motorists, and to the laughter of children who gathered to watch, Soon enough, however, they were on their way, and reached their destination safely. As the bus pulled to a stop, Gabi peered out of the window. The place was different than what he expected. “I thought it was another school,” Gabi whispered to Abdul who sat in front of him. “It is a school, but not like you think. I mean, he has classes here, but it is more like a guest house or hotel, but I think it was a private house or something before. I don’t know. Its big though.” Gabi stared at the place. It was an odd set-up, but he could see what Abdul meant. It appeared to be a mansion that had been converted into a guesthouse or hotel but was not now in use. The beach was not far away; Gabi could hear the sounds of the ocean lapping against the shore in the distance. He shuddered. Memories of his near-death experience made him wary of the seaside. “Ah, well, okay I guess it will be fine,” Gabi replied as they began to alight from the car. The bus was unloaded fairly quickly and most of his classmates, after dumping their things in their rooms, quickly changed and rushed to go to the beach. Gabi, who had remained quietly ensconced in the bus during the journey, was anxious about the next day, and had no desire at all to even see the sea. He was horny too; it had been several days since Sule had travelled and before that, Gabi had been busy taking care of his child. Thus, several weeks had gone by since he’d had sex. So, while the rest of his classmates laughed and socialised, Gabi decided to unpack his things, get some rest and put his horniness out of his mind. When Gabi reached his room he was surprised. Unlike his classmates, it seemed that he had a room alone. “Thank God,” he said to himself as he dropped his bag on the floor. The king-size bed was bigger than any Gabi had ever slept on. He smiled to himself; “this is great!” After he finished unpacking, Gabi bathed, then lay on the bed in his shorts, watching cooking videos on his phone. He sent a message to Sule: ‘sup babe, I miss you’. He watched as the message went through, there was no reply. This was the third message he’d sent and still he’d heard nothing from Sule. “Well, he said he don’t have network dere,” he told himself, though he didn’t fully believe. He closed the app and went back to watching videos. Soon, he’d drifted off to sleep.

Back home, Gabi was busily preparing for the upcoming cooking competition that would pit different groups of students against one another. Gabi was paired with Abdul and Junior, the ‘twins’ as he called the two, stocky muscular guys. Since the two of them had rescued Gabi from nearly drowning, they had become close. Gabi felt he owed them, as indeed he did, though they never spoke of it. The experience had bonded them however. The other members of the team were two fresh female students, Adwoa and Grace. Abdul, being the senior, was the team leader, and had told Gabi that he was responsible for the dessert – Gabi’s weakest area. Gabi didn’t much care for sweets, and neither did Sule, but fortunately he’d had some experience when working with Madame (that is Frank’s wife Evelyn, who was sponsoring his education). She loved desserts, and often roped Gabi into helping her. Still, it wasn’t his strong suit, so he was busy watching videos to bolster what he knew already. “At least I don’t have to be choppin stuffs,” he thought to himself. That arduous task had been left to the two ladies. Chopping things was considered grunt work and though Gabi was very good at it, he disliked it intensely. He bent forward over the table watching some chef prepare a 10-minute chocolate dessert, and took notes as he did, periodically pausing to jot down notes. “This cooking tin is damn hard than I think it is when I start,” he said aloud to himself, as he was alone in the room. At least he thought he was alone. “Yeah, it is, but you’re good.” Gabi turned to see the source of the voice. It was Junior, and where Junior was, Abdul couldn’t be far behind. “Junior, how are you? Are you ready for moro?” Gabi quizzed the usually taciturn student. He shrugged his shoulders in a non-committal reply. That was the best Gabi could expect from him, so he didn’t press further. “Where is the boss?” Gabi asked, in reference to Abdul. Again, Junior did not reply. He merely looked over his shoulder, indicating with his eyes and body language that Abdul was soon to come. “You good?” Junior asked. “Yeah, am fine, tans.” Junior nodded as he pulled a black polytene bag from his backpack. He opened it to reveal roasted yam that he proceeded to eat. He lifted it, gesturing vaguely in Gabi’s direction to offer him a taste. “No, thanks is fine, “ Gabi replied, waving him off. Junior shrugged his shoulders and munched away. “I no see how you be in cooking school and eat dat stuffs. Is not good and is not even sanitary how dey be cooking.” Junior stared blankly at Gabi then took another bite and shrugged his shoulders. It didn’t matter much to him anyway, whatever Gabi thought about it. Gabi didn’t have much time to think in any case, as Abdul entered the room shortly afterwards, his muscles bulging through his tight fitting shirt. “You ready,” he asked Gabi unceremoniously, as he plopped his package of food down on the table. “Yah, I guess so. Just dat I hope they give us something am used to using because dis one, hmmm, you know I’m not dat good for dessert and tins.” Abdul nodded as he opened his packet; a salad, as usual. He produced a tin of tinned fish from somewhere, then procured an onion that he began to chop up. In fifteen minutes, the simple salad he’d brought had been transformed into something much nicer. “I’m sure you’ll do fine, but you have to sleep early. Because we are travelling.” “I thought it would be here, or? Dey change it?” “Yhup, we are going to some other place. I’ve been there before, but its nicer than here with a very good kitchen and we will sleep there too after. Its like a holiday break.” “Okay,” Gabi replied and continued looking at his videos.

“So, you will not marry? You have to get married – at least dat. Have kids then they won’t disturb again.” “I will get married, I would chaaaa.” Haruna looked at his brother and suddenly began to shake his head. “Why?” Sule asked. “You don think I would marry.” “No, not dat. No.” “Den why? Why you shake your head?” “No, no, no – you can’t do dat to him.” “What?” “No, no, no – you can’t. Is not fair.” “Whas not fair? Haruna, I don get you. What is it?” “Is not fair to Gabi. Is not fair to Gabi if you marry some lady. No, no, no.” Haruna shook his head and paced up and down, as he used the stick to draw circles in the sandy soil. “I will get married Haruna. I have to.” “Nah, is not good. You can get a lady to have a baby with her but as for marriage, no I don like dat.” “Ah, Haruna is it up to you?” “Sule, no. Is not good,” Haruna said firmly. “I mean... I dunno, buh... no, no.” “Ah, Haruna, wetin be dis?” Haruna held the stick still then leaned back against the wall. He and Sule looked over the horizon in silence for a few moments, then Haruna spoke, with deliberate care as if choosing each word individually. “Sule, I dun understand distin. Is wrong – is abomination, buh... Sule, I know Gabi for long. You didn’t tell me, buh I know him for long. I know you love him...” “Why you sayin’ dis...” Sule tried to interject but Haruna held up his hand. “Sule, just... I know you love him. And... I don't understand, may Allah forgive me, buh... you don know, you don know. The guy... he love you. I can say he love you. When you was at the jail, de way he was going up and down to get money. I never see anyone do dat for somebody – even their family, they don’t do some. Buh he was doin’ it, everyday. Every day going to your place. Every day sweeping. Everyday doin’ everything to get money for you. I neva see any lady do what he has been doin.” “If I go to your place, is always food in the house. The place is always neat. Your clothes, your everything, chaley.” Haruna shook his head again. “I dun understand. I don’t get it, may Allah help me, buh, I no see any lady do like he has been doing for you all this while. Dat’s why I say, no you can’t marry again for some lady, unless it just for her to give birth for you. Gabi is... I dunno Sule. Is like he’s already my sister. I don’t wanna see some lady come to mess up your life.” “I know ibi sin, buh... you my brother and is abomination and all dat, buh... no, no, no. You can’t do that.” Sule sat in stunned silence as Haruna finished his monologue. He couldn’t believe what he had heard. He wanted to say something, but words failed him. And so simply sat, quietly absorbing what Haruna had said.

Haruna sighed again, then took a deep breath. “He say one of his friends tell am you don’t get any lady, but you always moving with some gay boy, and why am I allowing you to disgrace de family like dat.” Haruna took a quick but deep puff of the wee, then exhaled. His mind was remarkably clear despite the drug. Sule’s eyes widened but before he could speak, Haruna continued. “I tell am is not true. Is just people lying to disgrace we his children and to paint us black in his eyes. Buh you know him – he say I’m lying or I’m saying dat his friends are lying and who am I to disrespect an elderly person and even his friends.” Haruna shook his head. “Dat man.” “Is not true” Sule added, then quieted quickly as Haruna glared at him harshly. “Sule, don’t joke. Am serious. I had to say so much stuffs to make him calm down.” Sule looked down at ground and mumbled, “thank you.” Haruna quietly dug his foot into the sand and looked into the night sky. “Is an abomination you know. An abomination.” “I know.” “Sule, I.... I dun understand. I mean... why? What did I do wrong?” “Is not your fault.” “Whose fault? You be my baby bro. I’m s’posed to look after you and take care of you and tins, not be there letting you go into gayism.” He paused and took another puff on the wee, then threw the remaining butt far away from him. He exhaled a halo of smoke. Sule was silent. “You dun like ladies at all?” “I like dem, buh... I dunno Haruna. I dunno whas wrong with me.” Haruna shook his head. “Is fucked up.” “I know am fucked up.” “I didn’t say dat Sule, I said ‘its fucked up’ not you.” “Am an abomination, I know.” “Sule!” Haruna was exasperated. He was angered at Sule’s response but also confused. He didn’t know what to think. “I didn’t say dat.” “You meant it.” “No, I didn’t. Just damn, bro shut up, shit!” Haruna jumped off the wall now and looked around, mumbling to himself. He found a stick, picked it, then began to tap the ground with it. “You love him, I know you love him.” “Who?” “You know who I’m talking about Sule. Dat Gabi boy. You like him? You love him?” At this Sule did not hesitate. He nodded again, “yeah, I guess I do.” “Why though? I dun understand?” Sule merely shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t understand either; he only knew how he felt. “I dunno why, Haruna. I just... I just like him.” “Love him you mean.” Sule nodded, “yeah.” “So, is he like your wife or something? Gabi, I mean. Is he your wife?” Sule hesitated, then nodded. His voice was soft as he answered, “something like dat, I guess.” “What did I do wrong? Who put you into dis? Like, how did it start?” Sule shrugged again. “Nobody... it just happen one day.” “It just... happened?” Haruna sounded agitated. “Yeah, it just happen.” “You just woke up and decide to eat some guy ein ass? Like how? I dun understand Sule.” He shook his head. “I don’t, I dun get it at all.” Sule shrugged again, then sighed. “Haruna I dunno. E just happen. I like him. I love him. He’s my friend. I love him Haruna. I know is wrong, buh I love him, I dunno why. Maybe dats how....” he hesitated. He didn’t want to blame God for what he was. “Maybe dats just... I dunno Haruna. I dunno.” “Buh you like ladies, right.” “Yeah, I like dem buh...” “But what....” Sule was silent. He didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t imagine loving any girl the way he loved Gabi. “I dunno...” he said finally, and the two lapsed into silence again.

Haruna leaned forward, his back hunched over, as he brought the blunt to his lips. He inhaled heavily, threw his head back and blew out the smoke, then passed it to Sule. The night air was cool and quiet. Sule took the smoke and held it; he didn’t put it to his lips but merely stared off into the distance. “Its been long you been here. Do you remember?” Haruna asked. Sule shook his head. “Not really, I mean, a little. I remember there was some big wall, dats all.” Haruna laughed. “Ah, Sule – the big wall. Hehehe...” “What is it? Why you laughin’?” Haruna said nothing as Sule took a quick puff then handed the smoke back to him. He simply patted his hand on the wall they were sitting on. “Are you serious?” Sule asked incredulously. Haruna inhaled and nodded his head. “Yhup,” he said, blowing out another cloud of smoke. “Dis de big wall. Is not big now.” Sule chuckled. “Das a long time ago. We was kiddies.” “Yeah, das before everytin happen.” Haruna’s words cut through the levity of the moment and suddenly a wave of gloom washed over both of them. It had been a long time since they’d been ‘home’ – in the north – with their father and mother. They were both kids then, before their father had driven their mother away from home, and long before they knew anything other than the simple joys of childhood play. They’d come back now to see Samira’s family – the girl Haruna had met at Felix’s welcome home party for Sule when he was released from prison. They’d been together for a while, and the time had come to make it official. So, they had gone north – back to their hometown, to their father, whom they both despised. It was that, plus the alcohol that Haruna had taken that led him to have a fierce argument with his father. And that is why they’d left the house to smoke at the field near the school park. Sule hadn’t known what the argument was about; he wasn’t around when it happened, and Haruna hadn’t wanted to talk about it – at least not so far. “Haruna, what was it about?” Sule asked after some more moments of silence. Haruna stared into the distance and shook his head. “Nothing Sule. Don’t mind him. Is nothing.” “Nah, Harun wha is it? What happen with the old man. Am sure he dey talk some nonsense tins’.” “Don’t say dat Sule. He be our fada anyway. Don’t disrespect.” “Mtcheewwww,” Sule spat on the ground but kept quiet. He couldn’t stand his father and didn’t understand why Haruna seemed to be defending him. “So wha is it den?”

Season 7: Episode 6 Cooking Competition

“There’s an atm down the street just here.” Kelvin nodded towards the gate. Simon looked nervous. He didn’t want to walk to the ATM, and felt as if he were being robbed, though Kelvin and Cole were quite calm and hadn’t threatened him at all. Sensing his nervousness Cole spoke out again, “You know what, never mind – you can owe me. I mean I work here, so I know you will give me the money, right? I don’t have to worry that you will try to do something or cheat me or anything. We paddies now, and after all, we both got a secret right, hahaha, and we both enjoyed. You, you don’t worry.” Cole’s jovial attitude made Simon even more nervous than he was before. Something about his laugh made Mr A____ very uncomfortable. “No, I will go. It’s okay.” Simon said suddenly. “I’m coming right now. How much you want?” Cole flashed a half-smile at him. “I said don’t worry. You give me what you gave him and we will sort out the rest ‘moro.” Simon nodded, then headed for the gate, which Cole unlocked for him. “I’ll escort you,” Kelvin said as he walked quickly behind Simon. About 15 minutes later, the pair returned and Simon handed Cole a wad of bills. “That’s 4000. That’s what I could take out.” Simon nodded. “You, I told you its cool, but thanks anyway. You should be getting home. Madame will worry.” Simon nodded and walked to his car whilst Cole opened the gate for him. Mr A____ drove off in a hurry as Cole and Kelvin watched him go. After closing the gate the pair looked at one another, then laughed heartily and retreated to the security building.