“If I told you,” Bimbo’s hands caressed the chunky mound on my cheeks, her eyes reminded me of firecrackers screaming like dead souls into the rambling Christmas night. “that anything you want, I can give it to you. Would you have a change of heart? ”

She was a beauté. One could get lost into the whirlpool of her eyes; stare hungrily at her full matted lips, or her voluminous thighs that spread over the chair like spilled milk.

A soft slap on the cheek brought me back to reality.

“Wake up.” She shifted a little from me.

“I wasn’t asleep.” I wondered how she was able to sustain her gaze for that long. There were many before her, many who dared to take the reins and pull something out of me, like a tea spoon of affection, but they all failed to hold my interest or my gaze.

“Just thinking about, you know, stuffs.”

“Is that so? See, I’m a Warri girl and I also have regal blood coarsing through me. I could wait a little bit, or I could go ferocious beast on you, and, you know, devour you here and now.”

We were sitting inside The Cube, a very noisy club close to Benin airport. I had offered to buy her a drink, she declined. Turns out, if I’m not the only available form of sustenance to her thirsty sultry soul, she was willing to die of dehydration.

“I admire your boldness.”

“How many girls have you told that line?”

“I don’t keep record.”

She laughed heartily for a second before resuming her gaze. “Are you trying to scare me?”

“Not really. Scaring you would be me reminding you about the royal blood Coarsing through your veins, and how Coarsing somehow has similar pronounciation to Coercing. Like the royalty in your blood, I’m Running out of patience.”

“I’m really impressed, that you could keep me here, watching you spew trash. While I get rejected and — ”

A group of guys walked by, checking her out. One stopped on his tracks, almost moon-walking to our table. The huge guy with a goatie mentions her name, the smile she gave was forced, obviously the guy’s presence wasn’t welcomed. He took his cue and left after exchanging greetings.

“You’re famous.” I mocked.

“Yeah, well, fame doesn’t get you the man you want.”

That’s it!

“Surely it can’t be me. Me that you met a week ago. Sure, my penis is powerful — magic rod. But I assure you, whatever it is you think you’re feeling right now, it isn’t love.”

“That thing of yours isn’t as magical as you make, it is your tongue. What a shame that you’re using such a glorious tongue to spew bullshit. If surely shut you up and make you put it to good use.”

Incredible!

“Okay, that’s hot.” I had to admit.

“And so are you, Afam.”

“Bimbo, I’m not sure of my feelings for you.”

“Then I’ll be here to reassure you. Trust me, if I was to use my List to rate you, you’d never be an option for me. You’re not making as much as I am, you’re loud as hell when you’re overly comfortable with someone, Afam your voice is terrible for singing and yet I couldn’t stop listening to you sing in the shower that morning. Sure you have a basic penis but I can manage. Your fingers and tongue skills is consolation. So fuck the fear and let’s build something good.”

Huh?

“Wait, so this shit ain’t about just fucks?”

“On the scale of one to ten, you’re an ‘abso-fucking-lutely not!’ if I were to choose a toy.”

She scooted closer and cupped my jaw with a hand, guiding my lips to hers. She sent her saliva of confusion down my throat and my brain resetted.

Then and there, entangled in a kiss, from a girl I met less than a week ago, I knew I was falling in love, and it was surely going to end in tears.

Kessy Agwam