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    ride on

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    What happen nxt

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    Continue nah

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    Am following. Next pls…..,

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    Tenniebenson is waiting…..

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    pls continue

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    Episode 3

    At noon the next day, she called my line.
    “You can meet me at Genesis Restaurant
    in the next 20mins.” She said.
    “I can’t be at Genesis in 20mins!” I
    almost shouted on the phone. Who the
    fvck did she think she was speaking
    with? A bank security man?
    “How long will you take to get here?” She
    I wanted to tell her she should come get
    her card, wanted to take charge and
    stress her a bit but somehow, her profile
    was starting to intimidate me.
    “I don’t know, but I will try and see if I
    will get there within the hour.” I said and
    she hung up.
    Her bluntness was annoying! It will be
    pretty nice to see her face and tell her
    how rude she’s been to the one person
    who found and tried contacting her for
    her lost card.
    As usual, there was no light in the
    house, the laptop battery was drained
    and I had nothing doing in this boring
    town. So I dressed up and headed to
    Genesis, one of the exotic restaurants in
    the town.
    Inside the car, I was wondering what the
    conversation with her would be like. She
    might actually change and be
    appreciative for once when she sees me.
    I was wrong.
    As I entered the restaurant, I dialed her
    number to inform her I had reached. She
    told me she had to run-off to see a
    friend and will be back to the restaurant
    in no time. I was so angry at myself. I
    asked why she didn’t inform me on time
    only to realize she had long cut the call.
    Well, I’m in it already, I can as well see it
    through. I thought to myself.
    The attendants at the restaurant
    approached me to take an order and I
    informed them I was waiting for a guest.
    I sat at a corner watching the tv show:
    keeping up with the kardeshians. It
    suited the moment as I tried to keep up
    with this annoying lady who had turned
    me into a delivery boy.
    Minutes turned to long frustrating hours
    before she finally showed. It was easy to
    recognize her from the pix I saw earlier.
    She was indeed gorgeous: richly dressed
    with expensive jewelry adorning her back
    neck and wrists. She had opulence
    written all over her. I watched her dial
    my number and I waved from the corner
    with my phone. She moved to my
    direction and sat opposite me. I couldn’t
    help but notice her sweet fragrance
    covered the entire room. She had a tiny
    gold nose-ring tucked in her nose.
    All of a sudden, I forgot all the rage that
    had been boiling inside me all through
    the day.
    “Hello, sorry for keeping you waiting.”
    She announced as she sat with a smile
    on her face. She introduced herself and I
    did too.
    “Why didn’t you drop the card like I
    requested?” She queried.
    “Because I’m not an errand boy.” I
    She smiled, waved at the receptionist
    who came towards us.
    “What difference did it make bringing it
    to the hotel and bringing it here?” She
    I told her it felt better handing it over to
    “Why? Isn’t it the same thing?” She
    pressed further.
    “Its not. Now I get to see your face and
    you’ll get to thank me in person for my
    good deed.” I answered.
    “I could have done that over the phone, I
    had your number.” She insisted.
    I then had to tell her it seemed rude and
    unappreciated asking me to drop it off.
    “Do you know that if the wrong hands
    had picked it up, you would have been
    robbed?” I asked, hoping my question
    will make her see reason.
    “The person will need a password.” She
    insisted, trying to play smart.
    At that moment, the receptionist came
    forward. She asked what I would take
    and I informed her. She placed an order
    and the receptionist left.
    “So you see, its not a big deal since the
    person will need a password.” She said.
    I thought for a while. She was trying to
    make my heroic quest look so common;
    like I didn’t have a choice. She was even
    smiling at her own wise sense. I had to
    spoil the fun for her.
    “1-9-7-9” I said.
    Her eyes lite in unbelief. She stared at
    me for some seconds.
    “That’s smart, how did you know that?”
    She asked.
    Now I was the one having the last laugh.
    “Let’s just say I have my ways.” I said,
    smiling at her. The look on her face gave
    me the satisfaction I needed.
    The receptionist brought the drinks and
    set them on the desk before us and left.
    She took a deep breathe and exhaled.
    “All I’m saying is that someone with half
    the wits I have could empty your
    “How much do you think you could have
    withdrawn from the account?” She asked.
    “Per day!” She reminded me before I
    could alter a word.
    I thought about it for a while. She was
    right. The daily withdrawal limit was
    somewhere within 120k. It was obvious
    she wanted to proof her point by making
    my sincerity look common.
    I decided to indulge her.
    “120k” I answered.
    She couldn’t help but laugh out loud. It
    was obvious she was enjoying the
    “After one day’s withdrawal, I will receive
    alerts on my phone. Just a phone call
    and my account officer will deactivate
    the card.” She said with pride.
    “120k will still be a big deal.” I said,
    trying to get a soft landing.
    “I had taken 80k that day. So you’ll be
    left with 40k only until I deactivate the
    card. What will 40k do for you?” She
    I looked silly and it gave her the
    satisfaction she had always wanted.
    “Well, a simple thank you would still be
    okk.” I eventually gave up.
    The look on her face was that of
    satisfaction. I wished I could smack the
    smile off her face. I brought out the card
    and handed it to her.
    “Thank you.” She finally said.
    “How did you know my password?” She
    asked again.
    “Well, it isn’t rocket science; people
    chose passwords they can easily
    remember. Its always the easy 1-2-3-4
    or the birth year. Mine was a
    combination of my birthdate and year.” I
    informed her.
    “How did you know my birth year?” She
    asked again.
    I felt uneasy discussing how I had
    ransacked her facebook page for the
    details. It would be hard to prove I didn’t
    have any intention of robbing her after
    spending quality time digging up stuff
    about her.
    “Like I said, I did some digging.” I told
    her. She looked impressed.
    “You googled my name?” She asked.
    “Something like that.” It was obvious she
    was beginning to understand how I got
    her details. She shook her head lightly
    like she disapproved.
    “You are smart, and I like smart people.”
    She said. “What do you do?” She asked.
    I told her a little about myself; enough
    not to bore her. She seemed interested in
    all I had to stay.
    “What else did you find out about me
    when you googled?” She asked.
    It could have been a trick question so I
    thought carefully before answering.
    I told her about her beauty salons at
    Abuja, her children and her trips. She
    didn’t look surprised. She smiled at the
    end of it all.
    “Where did you stay for your trip at the
    United Arab Emirates?” I asked trying to
    make the conversation more lively.
    “Rotana hotel.” She answered. “Spent 3
    weeks there.” She continued.
    “Where and where did you visit?” I asked
    “Everywhere.” She answered.
    “Saw the Burj Arab?” I asked again and
    her face lite up once more.
    “Yes! Have you been to the Emirate
    before?” She asked.
    “Yea, took some vacation early this
    “Where did you stay?” She asked.
    “That dry boring place?” She exclaimed.
    She was not wrong; Ajman was one of
    the least lively places at the UAE. Aside
    the beach, nothing peculiar about it.
    Dubai, Sharjah and Abu Dhabi had lots
    of fun places.
    “Why did you chose Ajman of all
    places?” She asked.
    “Accommodation was cheaper there.
    Moreover, it was just 15dirham from
    Ajman to Dubai, so I didn’t miss a
    thing.” I replied.
    We spent the next 30mins discussing
    about the Emirate: all the attracting
    tourist centres. She had visited all the
    places I had been to and many more.
    “Which of the places you visited enticed
    you most?” She asked.
    “Dubai Mall.” I answered. It was the best
    I had seen. One can easily spend the
    entire day at the mall without getting
    “Then the Burj Arab.” I added. The Burj
    Arab hotel was exquisite. Built in the
    middle of the water, I was awed at its
    She told me of her exquisite stay at the
    Emirate. I could relate with all she had
    to say. UAE was a fine place no doubt; a
    place to enjoy most when you had the
    cash the spend. Unfortunately, I didn’t
    have much when I went there so I
    practically avoided the big places. Had
    to settle for clubs and cheap shopping
    centres like the Gift shop.
    When she was done, I told her of my
    adventure with a native girl. It was all I
    had to say after listening to long tales of
    her shopping experience.
    “You fvcked a native?” She asked in
    “You would have lost your dckk in the
    process!” She exclaimed.
    “I love adventures.” I told her with a
    “That’s a crime! Not an adventure!” She
    was almost screaming and we both
    laughed. She was right, Emirati natives
    were adored at the UAE. You hardly see
    them; the guys much more their ladies.
    Anyone I tell the tale of my adventure
    with Aisha finds it hard to believe. I find
    it hard to believe myself. It was the most
    risky adventure I had taken in all my life.
    It left a bitter-sweet taste in my mouth
    and each time I think of her, I always
    yearn to return to the Emirate.
    “So you love adventure?” She asked.
    “Yes, life will be boring without them.” I
    answered, staring her in the eyes.
    “I love adventures too, and I like people
    who are adventurous too.” She
    The receptionists brought the bill and
    she prompted to pay with the POS
    machine. The receptionist brought the
    machine and she brought another atm
    card for the payment.
    “How many more cards do you have?” I
    teased her after she had made the
    “Just the two.” She answered with a
    smile on her face.
    “It would have been better you had just
    one.” I said.
    She asked why and I told her it would be
    better since she was always careless
    with cards.
    “I run three big shops in Abuja. I have
    strings of businesses and contacts all
    over the country. No one can take my
    dime!” She said categorically.
    ” I almost took your 40k”. I reminded
    “That’s all you could have taken. It will
    take a dozen of your kind to take
    anything more from me.” She boasted.
    I smiled at her. She was so sure of
    herself. What a proud arse!
    “I have four more days to spend in this
    city before I return to Abj; and I want to
    spend them with you.” She said
    “Why will I spend four days with you” I
    “You will have the fun of your life and
    will forget all your past adventures.” She
    replied with a smile.
    I nodded my head with a smile.
    She smiled back at me, staring at me
    like she was seizing me up.
    While her mind was roaming in the
    adventure she was going to have in the
    next four days, I was calculating how
    much I was going to make from her
    proud arse in four days time.
    Game on!

    To be continued

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