All these ching chong people, fear them!
I’m not trying to be racist, I’m just saying it as I see it!
Ok, see what happened.
I work for a lady that handles events; we do ushering services, décor, you know…we handle all things events; we have boys that bring lights and sound…where there is a need for it, though that area isn’t exactly our main business but we have guys we hire for it when a need arises. We have girls we have registered with us for ushering jobs…the story is about one of my girls.
So there was this day, we were supposed to go to the island for a job; it was a launch of something the company that hired us was doing with the government. You know, it was a big project that required us to be onground like two days before the event.
But the girls had to be on the island a day before the event in order to be ready because my oga, didn’t like to be rushed nor leave anything to chance.
I had 14 girls under me…as ushers. They had to be the same height, wear the same hair style, same makeup…you know the drill.
We had sewed new uniforms and the hairdressers were on ground to help them do a uniformed hair style…so everything would go well and since I was mainly in charge of the girls, I made sure I monitored them thoroughly. These girls can be flighty; if they were not going to dark places to talk to the boys handling sound and light, they were making calls to their friends or boyfriends within the area to catch up.
Now, we put the girls, three, in a room at the hotel we booked…we couldn’t afford to put one per room, how much would we take home if we spent all our money booking a room each for our ushers?
Anyway, after we had done rehearsals that evening, prior to the day of the event, my madam said I should let the girls go to bed early because we had a full and busy day the following day.
Madam also asked me to ensure the hall décor, sound, everything we had put in place was going smoothly…it was a very hectic period for us, but we had to go round to double-check everything we had double checked.
I went back to my room around 11.45pm after checking the five rooms we booked for the girls and ensuring all were in their rooms; the one or two I didn’t see, I was told, were in the bathroom. I went to my room to crash because our call time was 5am the following morning; the girls were to leave their rooms at 6.30 latest and be at the venue.
This was our drill, like I said, my madam hated lateness and sloppiness.
The following morning, I expected the girls to follow the instructions- get up early and be at the venue…we hired a bus to bring all of them to the venue, even though it wasn’t far from the hotel we stayed at.
I didn’t immediately notice but a few minutes after guests had begun to arrive for the event, I noticed one girl was missing.
I asked the others, one person is missing, who is it?
The girl I made the leader of the girls came to me saying one of them was sick in the hotel and so couldn’t come.
My first reaction was anger.
Sick!
What kind of sickness is that?
But I checked myself, sickness doesn’t tell you when it’s coming, maybe she had been feeling funny and hoped the feeling would go but didn’t…so I said, ok, I’ll have to fill in for her, where, hitherto, my responsibility was to oversee the entre ushering services!
We finished the event and I didn’t even think much of the girl until we were all heading back to the hotel late that evening, we left around 11.30pm because most of us resided on the mainland, my madam had said she didn’t want anyone risking their lives to travel back but for us to stay in the hotel and leave the following morning.
I went to check on the girl that was said to be sick and got the shock of my life!
She looked like she had been beaten…you know is fair in completion so there were red marks all over her body.
“What happened to you?”
At first, they all kept silent. I looked at each of them because something told me they were hiding something from me.
I asked again, “What happened to her?”
Finally, one of them said, “Aunty her Chinese boyfriend did it to her!”
“You have a Chinese boyfriend?”
I wanted to laugh, I mean, so boys have finished in Lagos na to date Chinese…my concept of the Chinese is that they are a stingy lot…so why date someone who won’t dash you money?
So she had arranged to meet her Chinese boyfriend who lived on the island; she was meant to just spend the night, he would get her back to the hotel before dawn.
But along the line, she said James, her Chinese bobo had sex… he got up to go to the bathroom, came back…did her again maybe for some time, he got up to go to toilet, came back and continued…she said he did that throughout the night…
I said, so your boyfriend had an all-night sex with you, that’s why you failed to show up for your own work?
She said, no, it happened that James wasn’t the only one who had been doing her, now! Don’t you get it? All the Chinese people look alike, so after James, maybe John came, she still thought it was James…after John, Johnson came, after Johnson, Charles came…she serviced all the chinko living in that flat…and she said she found later, they were 13 living in that house…
Ogbele!
“Why didn’t you get up when you realized James was not the remaining 11 or 12 that kept coming for more rounds of sex?”
She said they were biting her, pinching her…so where did James go or why did James, if he truly is your boyfriend, allow this to happen to you?
It was funny but then again, not so funny!
Well, then again, what did she expect?
This girl went to meet James for an all-night rendezvous…only it wasn’t just James who was waiting for her; James and all his clan!
You know all these Chinese look alike, at least to the rest of us?
She said after James had sex with her, he got up and told her he was coming back…he came back again and they started another round of sex…he would leave and come back again…like abiku.
She didn’t realise until like, maybe the fourth or fifth time of coming and going that maybe James wasn’t the one she had been having sex with. By then, there was nothing she could do about it!
They were plenty, she said about 10 or 12 of them! On top of one girl!
I think when she realized she had entered one chance; there was no where to go so late at night!
How would she get back so late in the night? Maybe around 3am?
But she said when she began to complain of being tired, they (he) gave her gala and coke…for the whole of the night! He told her to hurry up…had sex with her and went to the bathroom…came back as another person…till day break!
Oh ho!
She suffered in their hands that night; she couldn’t walk well…aha!
When you tell these girls to behave, they say you are old…see her! James became John and Charles and Clement and …who knows how many?
I had to hide her from my madam because if the woman found out, she won’t give her ushering job with us again!
We went back to our homes…I don’t know how she settled her matter with James, her so-called boyfriend!
Sooo, you see why I said these chinko people are stingy?
11 men on top of one girl and they didn’t even let her sleep on the bed, they used her on the couch in the sitting room!
Choi!
(Series written and edited by Peju Akande and based on trues stories)