Everyone said I had to vote but I didn’t really see the need for the stress leading up to the polls owing to the tension of the postponement and the fact that I had long moved away from where I registered. But I was in for a big surprise. My surprise was tall, slim, dark complexioned and missing me.0
Let me explain.
The last time I voted in the general elections was in 2011 and I was then living in Yaba area of Lagos. In 2015 I was out of the country and therefore unable to vote. But this was not the case on February 23, 2019 when I had to trace my steps back to Yaba from the Gbagada area of Lagos, where I now live.
Lagos was empty that morning as if the apocalypse had come without waring. The roads were free and the only cars I saw were police vehicles and military trucks.
By 8.06am, I was at my old neighbourhood in Sabo, Yaba and there was no sign of INEC officials so I sat in the car and read a book I had carried along with me. I was engrossed in the story when I heard a tap on my window.
I looked up and a familiar face was smiling up at me.
“Hey, Mike, look at you. Where have you been all this while? Are you back in the neighbourhood?” she asked as I looked up.
“Oh no, Vera, I came to vote. How are you? Been a while,” I said reaching out my hand for a shake.
“Yes o. What is it now, eleven years?”
“Almost seven,” I said and laughed.
“Time does fly, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, it does,” I replied.
“They haven’t come, abi and its already past 8am. I thought that by the time I trekked down here they would have set up and started accreditation.”
I said yes and explained that I had been there for a while myself.
“They said they would be here by 8am. This country. So, you want to sit here and wait till kingdom come or you want to come over and have breakfast.”
“Oh, are you sure it’s a good idea. Your dad, besides, we shouldn’t miss the elections,” I told her.
“Oh, you didn’t hear. My dad passed and left me the house. I more or less just came out of morning and if for nothing else, I need the company.”
And so, I opened the door for her and she climbed in.
“Wow, this place looked better than it was when I used to live here,” I commented as we drove down to her house.
Vera and I were neighbours. I lived upstairs in the house next to the massive one that belonged to her dad. I spent many days watching her swim, sometimes naked at night, in the pool at the back of their house. Her dad, Chief Ola-James, owned two factories and was one of the richest men in the estate. She was his only daughter and had refused to remarry after her mother died while giving birth to her many years ago. He promptly became an eligible bachelor all his life till his untimely death only 15 months ago living Vera everything he owned.
Our paths crossed a few times but it seemed like Vera didn’t have eyes for me until I gave her a ride late one night when he vehicle developed fault near the neigbourhood. That evening I had ran into her on my way back from work.
“What happened,” I had asked.
“It just won’t start,” had been her reply. Her father, though rich, did not believe in spending his morning on material things, hence his daughter, who though ran her own business, still drove a jalopy he handed her. That night we really got talking and I found that we had so much in common. We could have started something magical but we both had other fish to fry.
After that encounter, she flirted a bit especially when we were alone but something just never come off it.
“The house looks different,” I said as the gates swung open courtesy of a gateman and we drove in.
“Yes. The house seemed too big after my dad died so, I had it converted into two duplexes and rented the second one.”
“Smart woman,” I said as she led me in.
“What will you have? The bar is, to the right. You know where it is, right?” I said right and went over there. I poured myself a drink and sat down.
I took a sip then went to meet her in the kitchen.
She asked me what I was having and I told her.
“Let me have some,” she said drawing close and offering me her lips.
I raised the glass to her lips and she took a sip.
“You know I always fancied you,” she said as she washed then wiped her hands on her apron.
“The feeling was mutual but I can’t really explain why I kept my distance. It must have been your dad always hanging around making sure to keep young men in line near you.”
“Yeah, I mean him no disrespect but that is over now. Do you still want to keep your distance?” She asked drawing even closer.
“Do you want me to?” I asked. She was so close I could smell the drink on her breath.
“No,” she said and let her lips brush against mine.
“You are a hard woman to resist,” I said.
“And you are hot. Come, breakfast can wait,” she said as she led me upstairs to her expansive bedroom.
She picked up the remote control and cool air flooded the room.
Come my dear, she said as she lay back on the bed and spread her legs.
I kissed her now, lips to lips, tongue finding tongue, my hand tracing a path from her breasts down past her flat tummy to her thighs.
I found my way up her skirt where my fingers found she had no panties on and was clean shaven.
I bunched her skirt around her waist, parted her legs as far as they could go then nosed my way to her treasure, my tongue flicking over labia and siring goosebumps all over her.
“Come in please, come inside,” she cried as she stroked me.
So, I kicked off my sandals, fished a condom from my wallet, turned her over and slid in from behind.
We were just in time to vote when we returned to the polling unit and I am glad I went back to vote and Vera and I have been planning for a very bright future together.
Everyone said I had to vote but I didn’t really see the need for the stress leading up to the polls owing to the tension of the postponement and the fact that I had long moved away from where I registered. But I was in for a big surprise. My surprise was tall, slim, dark complexioned and missing me.0
Let me explain.
The last time I voted in the general elections was in 2011 and I was then living in Yaba area of Lagos. In 2015 I was out of the country and therefore unable to vote. But this was not the case on February 23, 2019 when I had to trace my steps back to Yaba from the Gbagada area of Lagos, where I now live.
I woke up early that morning, at about 5am to be precise and did my morning routine before heading out to Yaba.
Lagos was empty that morning as if the apocalypse had come without waring. The roads were free and the only cars I saw were police vehicles and military trucks.
By 8.06am, I was at my old neighbourhood in Sabo, Yaba and there was no sign of INEC officials so I sat in the car and read a book I had carried along with me. I was engrossed in the story when I heard a tap on my window.
I looked up and a familiar face was smiling up at me.
“Hey, Mike, look at you. Where have you been all this while? Are you back in the neighbourhood?” she asked as I looked up.
“Oh no, Vera, I came to vote. How are you? Been a while,” I said reaching out my hand for a shake.
“Yes o. What is it now, eleven years?”
“Almost seven,” I said and laughed.
“Time does fly, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, it does,” I replied.
“They haven’t come, abi and its already past 8am. I thought that by the time I trekked down here they would have set up and started accreditation.”
I said yes and explained that I had been there for a while myself.
“They said they would be here by 8am. This country. So, you want to sit here and wait till kingdom come or you want to come over and have breakfast.”
“Oh, are you sure it’s a good idea. Your dad, besides, we shouldn’t miss the elections,” I told her.
“Oh, you didn’t hear. My dad passed and left me the house. I more or less just came out of morning and if for nothing else, I need the company.”
And so, I opened the door for her and she climbed in.
“Wow, this place looked better than it was when I used to live here,” I commented as we drove down to her house.
Vera and I were neighbours. I lived upstairs in the house next to the massive one that belonged to her dad. I spent many days watching her swim, sometimes naked at night, in the pool at the back of their house. Her dad, Chief Ola-James, owned two factories and was one of the richest men in the estate. She was his only daughter and had refused to remarry after her mother died while giving birth to her many years ago. He promptly became an eligible bachelor all his life till his untimely death only 15 months ago living Vera everything he owned.
Our paths crossed a few times but it seemed like Vera didn’t have eyes for me until I gave her a ride late one night when he vehicle developed fault near the neigbourhood. That evening I had ran into her on my way back from work.
“What happened,” I had asked.
“It just won’t start,” had been her reply. Her father, though rich, did not believe in spending his morning on material things, hence his daughter, who though ran her own business, still drove a jalopy he handed her. That night we really got talking and I found that we had so much in common. We could have started something magical but we both had other fish to fry.
After that encounter, she flirted a bit especially when we were alone but something just never come off it.
“The house looks different,” I said as the gates swung open courtesy of a gateman and we drove in.
“Yes. The house seemed too big after my dad died so, I had it converted into two duplexes and rented the second one.”
“Smart woman,” I said as she led me in.
“What will you have? The bar is, to the right. You know where it is, right?” I said right and went over there. I poured myself a drink and sat down.
I took a sip then went to meet her in the kitchen.
She asked me what I was having and I told her.
“Let me have some,” she said drawing close and offering me her lips.
I raised the glass to her lips and she took a sip.
“You know I always fancied you,” she said as she washed then wiped her hands on her apron.
“The feeling was mutual but I can’t really explain why I kept my distance. It must have been your dad always hanging around making sure to keep young men in line near you.”
“Yeah, I mean him no disrespect but that is over now. Do you still want to keep your distance?” She asked drawing even closer.
“Do you want me to?” I asked. She was so close I could smell the drink on her breath.
“No,” she said and let her lips brush against mine.
“You are a hard woman to resist,” I said.
“And you are hot. Come, breakfast can wait,” she said as she led me upstairs to her expansive bedroom.
She picked up the remote control and cool air flooded the room.
Come my dear, she said as she lay back on the bed and spread her legs.
I kissed her now, lips to lips, tongue finding tongue, my hand tracing a path from her breasts down past her flat tummy to her thighs.
I found my way up her skirt where my fingers found she had no panties on and was clean shaven.
I bunched her skirt around her waist, parted her legs as far as they could go then nosed my way to her treasure, my tongue flicking over labia and siring goosebumps all over her.
“Come in please, come inside,” she cried as she stroked me.
So, I kicked off my sandals, fished a condom from my wallet, turned her over and slid in from behind.
We were just in time to vote when we returned to the polling unit and I am glad I went back to vote and Vera and I have been planning for a very bright future together.
