Ahmed's child dedication was on point. Alcohol flowed like water. I ignored the beer because of big tummy and focused instead on spirit and gin. I drank heavily, intentionally because of my rendezvous with Nike later at night. Nike my landlady's daughter has been servicing my loins for a while now.
Our relationship is somewhat of a night affair. Because her mother wants her to marry a rich man that will complete the house left at the foundation level by her late husband. But she loves me and we explore each other sexually in totality daily without holding anything back.

The house is a 'face me I face you' style; the light blue painted to commiserate the death the landlord has began to fade along with the structure. The landlady and her daughter occupy the first two rooms. My landlady occupy the one on the right while Nike occupies the left. One thing is certain, the landlady in her late 40s can sleep even on water. So that alone always guarantees that me and Nike have ample time for exploration.

I left party heavily doused in alcohol. I could not remember how I got to the steps leading to the house let alone how I found myself inside Nike's room with a boner ready to devour and relish the honey between Nike's lap.
Habitually, Nike would engage in small talks about how my day went and relay how hers went also. But tonight she was sprawled on the bed, with the dark room illuminated by my old and tired phone light. Nike was naked with her robust butt bent towards me. Although there was something different about the shape of her buttock, the breast feels different also as I cup them from behind. But I dismissed all to alcohol.
I entered into Nike, although a little tight, I lubricate it with my saliva and once inside, I was a madman on steroid. The moaning this night was also different, it was loud but with a tone of hunger like someone who have been starved of water and now had it at last.

I finished not long, kissed her on the neck and I staggered out of her room to my room.

Next morning was another beautiful day, but not beautiful for me, as I suffered from serious body aches and my throat patched dry like it's been spread dried in the sun. I struggled to get up advancing to the landlady's kiosk in front of the house.

As I entered the corridor, I saw my love and I beamed with smile only for Nike to hiss loudly and dashed past me. I was shocked but I know her grievance is not something talk will not solve.

Outside at the landlady's kiosk, her countenance was different from that of her daughter. She was bright, cheerful and has a glow never seen on her since I became her tenant. I bought pure water, bread and a sachet of dry gin to fight the hangover. I brought out money to pay the landlady, but the words that came out of her mouth froze me and I was utterly shocked beyond what words can define.

"Emma no bother to pay, so far say you go enter my room again tonight to continue wetin you start yesterday" my landlady blurted out

"Emma you know say I don dey eye you since, but you no dey see me. All those times wey I dey open my legs when u enter my shop, I think say you no understand" she added further."

My mouth was ajar and my body became stiff as the whole scenario of yesterday night replayed in my head. I never entered Nike's room but her mother my landlady's room.

She must have noticed my shock as she approached me and whispered "I know you be coded guy, no worry our parole is safe, the other tenants no go know. And now that you dey service me, I no wan see any yamayama girls here again o, Oya go make u eat rest for tonight because ever since my husband die no man don near me. And I need another pikin. So make you prepare my new husband"

I walked zombie like to my room, bolted the doors and quickly began to pack my little property into my satchel. At night I crawled quietly out of my room and escaped from a possible disaster of love interest between mother and daughter. Out in the dark night to begin a new life is better than to share two loins and father a child from my mother's age mate.

Written by Segun Solomon Longe. All rights reserved.