It was the rain that woke me up.
I could hear the rain falling on my landlady’s car.
I turned around, found the remote control and turned off the AC. I had set my alarm for 8 am and it was just a little past 7am, so I pulled the duvet over my head and went back to sleep.
The alarm rang at 8am but I didn’t rouse. By the time I woke up it was past 10am. I got up, said the grace then pulled on my peejay and headed to the kitchen to make tea. On my trip to London, I had stopped by a T2 tea shop on Regent Street when I went to buy Vic’s jersey.
My haul was still in the plastic bag. I put the kettle on and then unpacked. I chose the French Earl Gray and Mint and while the water boiled I cut two slices of lemon.
I dropped two bags each in the kettle with the lemon then I fetched a packet of biscuits and jar of honey from the fridge. Setting everything in the tray, I headed to my balcony.
As I sat down and poured my tea, I noticed that the plants needed watering and made a mental note to do so.
I scrolled through my news feed. Twitter, Whatsapp and then emails.
There were two emails from Vic. One was official and was requesting for some documents. The other wasn’t. It just said – “Cabin fever kee you dia!”
I replied to the one official one and ignored the second one. Vic was having fun at my expense.
Breakfast done, I did 20 push ups then took a cold shower. I was watching Queen Sono when I heard a knock.
“Hey, Taiye. Good morning,” I said as I opened the door.
She was looking ravishing hot in shorts and a top that ended at her midriff. Nipples were popping. There was no bra for sure.
“Se o r’ojo?” she said
“Rain, abi? Yes o.”
“And you did not even say how is this babe?”
“Sorry, woke up late. Do you want some tea?”
“Tea ke? I just made lunch. Come,” she said, taking my hand. I followed her bare feet.
Her house was bohemian chic. All wood and paintings and rugs.
Her dining had a long table with two benches on both sides.
“I like this place. What do you do for a living?”I asked and she laughed.
“Shipping.”
She had laid out food on the table. Jollof rice, chicken and plantain. A bottle of red wine was sitting in an ice bucket.
“I couldn’t get asun so I made jollof,” she said and laughed.
“This is tasty,” I said as I dug in and it really was.
“I have some whisky but I felt red wine will go better. You looked like a cabernet man.”
“Wine is good and I believe there are only three types of wine – Cabernet Sauvignon, Cabernet Blanc and others.”
“You are proud,” she said and poked me in the ribs.
Food done, we retired to her couch where she sat down with her legs folded, lotus style.
As I sat down, my phone beeped. It was Zizi demanding a whatsapp call.
“Zizi, I can’t take a call right now. I am in a friends house and I have got my laptop.”
“Dad, you are supposed to be home and self isolating.”
“I know but I have to eat. She made food and asked me over,” I explained
“She?” my daughter asked then I heard her whisper “mummy looks like dad has a new girlfriend.” I heard her mum laugh then say “Hush Zizi, daddy can hear you.” Zizi didnt mind at all as she retorted with “So, what! I am his only daughter,” as if I had six sons.
Taiye had heard and was laughing as I said goodbye to Zulu and his mum.
“That girl will show you pepper,” Taiye said.
“I know, right,” I told her as I set my phone down.“I am so full, man, I feel like sleeping.”
“Go ahead,” Taiye said, plopping two throw pillows near my head.
“Na, don’t like sleeping in the afternoon except when it’s necessary.”
“Why, though?”
“I always feel like I am missing out on something. These millennials call it FOMO.”
“What’s FOMO,” she asked as music flooded out of the speakers.
“Fear Of Missing Out,” I said and she laughed.
“These millennials have a name for everything. My niece said her friend called me a Milf. I said what is that. She said she couldn’t say that it’s rude. I said tell me joor and she said it meant Mum I’d Like to Fuck. Can you imagine! I don’t even have a child.”
“Child or no child, you look like a hot MILF,” I said and she flung a throw pillow at me.
I ducked. Picked the pillow up and put it on the center table.
“Who is playing?” I asked.
“Andra Day,” she told me.
“Reminds me of Amy Winehouse. Where is she from?”
She told me she was from the US and had been discovered by Stevie Wonder.
Just then my phone rang. It was my sister on another whatsapp video call.
She wanted to know where I was and when I said a friend’s house she said “You should be social distancing you know, not going about eating free food.”
Once she hung up, Taiye tore into me.
“I agree, you should be social distancing. I don’t even know what i am doing with IJGB”
“What’s IJGB?” I asked and she laughed.
“That’s millennial speak for I Just Got Back.”
“Gerrout joor,” I said then looking into her eyes I added. “The only social distancing I need are those long legs of yours parting.”
“What?” Taiye cried and flung a throw pillow at me. “You eat my free food, drink my free wine and you want free pu%%y too.”
“Yup,” I said reaching over and throwing the pillow back at her. She picked it, lunged at me, missed and fell on top of me. I grabbed her, turned her over and kissed her. Taiye kissed me back with an unabashed urgency, her hands going to my crotch and kneading my whatchamacallit.
I eased off to create more space then pulled her close to me.
We kissed for a bit and then she stopped abruptly, stood up and took my hand.
“Come to my boudoir, sweet man,” and as i walked behind her, i watched her take off her top then as she got into her room, she sat on her bed and shrugged off her shorts.
I was out of my top and shorts and standing in all my naked glory as she lay back and bid me come. But I wanted to feed on the good stuff that was her body. The swell of her breasts, the tapering tummy and the triangle of light fuzz.
“You are beautiful,” I said as I got on the bed.
I parted her legs then buried my face between her legs. She tasted of cabernet and something tangy and then as my hands kneaded her boobs and I gave her a tongue lashing between her legs, Taiye began to thrash about and speak in strange tongues.
“Get in there, Zeal. Stick it in me,” she said as she pulled me towards her and as I rose to the occasion she handed me a pack of durex condoms.
I got strapped then turning her over, i entered her from behind and pushed deeper and deeper until I could feel my whatachamacallit massage her throat. I waited until I heard her gasp and then I began to move, slowly at first before gathering pace and slamming in and out like a fucking piston