I was in my second year at the university when I met this friend; he is half Nigerian, half Zimbabwean.
He was born in Zimbabwe, schooled there a bit before his parents relocated to Nigeria.
My friend’s name is Tendai, he is Shona. Now, Tendai and I shared a room with three other guys and when we went on holidays; which was frequent because of one ASUU strike or another, we visited one another’s homes. I was closer to Tendai and treated him like a younger brother because he was just 16years, going on 17 and I was already 19years.
I remember when I first met his parents; I was mightily impress by his mum; she was much younger than his father, and I used to tease Tendai, telling him he must promise to take me to Zimbabwe someday and introduce me to a nice Shona girl, like his mum.
Why did Tendai’s mum catch my attention?
The woman is mightily endowed! She is half South African and Half Zimbabwean; when I say South African, you know the way their women are built? Everything goes to their hips and butt; it was massive and she was also generously appealing in front as well…I couldn’t take my eyes off her when she came to see Tendai and he called us to the car park to meet his parents!
On one of those strikes, I can’t quite recall, it was in 91 or 92, during that long Babangida/ASUU faceoff; we were home for almost 6 months…it was the best six months of my young life!
I went to visit Tendai; there was no GSM back then so God help you if you got to a place and the person wasn’t there. That was what happened. I was a broke-ass student and my last naira had been used to get myself to Tendai’s house. Back then they lived at ikeja GRA. There were no okadas, no keke, you had to walk from Abule busstop inside to GRA or you took a cab. I barely had money for bus fare back, so where would the money for cab come from?
Tendai’s parents were well to do, as you can guess, since they were living in GRA back then!
I knocked on Tendai’s door, guess who opened it?
His mother, in a very flimsy, very short and very sexy nightie…at about 12noon!
I was shocked; I didn’t know where to look, everything was in my face!
Now, I was a boy who was very aware even at 19; I mean, I was already having sex in my third year of secondary school; I was 14years then and my parents thought I was their little innocent.
So, there I was staring at this half naked woman and wondering…who comes to the door like this? Was I being expected? Was someone else being expected? Where the hell was Tendai because at that time as I was wondering about him; I had fully ‘risen’ to the occasion!
The woman was waiting for me.
She smiled and pulled me inside; as she shook all her delicious parts in front of me leading me to the sitting room, she told me she sent Tendai on an errand…she knew I was coming…
Let’s just say I let myself be taken advantage of.
That day, I had the wildest sex of my young life!
By the time her son returned, we were exhausted; she had taken a bath and I was respectfully watching tv and eating rice and fried plantain.
The rest of the strike period was spent dodging outings with Tendai and going to his house when no one else was around apart from his mum. The woman wanted to kill me and I was ready to die there!
You know, as a young boy, all I wanted to do was put it inside and pound like crazy, but the woman would slow me down, she would tell me to take it easy, she would maneuver me to positions I had never imagined two people could be and enjoy…kisses, all over, soon, I learned to make love and not just have sex…you know, digging in like a farmer!
She taught me like an eager school boy how to please a woman. You ask me how old she was? I never asked. It’s not important; what do you need it for? She was in her mid-thirties then, I think. Her husband definitely was in his 50s, he always looked like her father.
Anyway; that’s how I spent that long strike period.
After that, we connected a few times before I graduated and left Nigeria to live abroad.
Did Tendai find out?
How can? The boy was still doing ‘I am mummy’s boy;’ he didn’t know jack!
See, when I got back to school, when the strike was over; I had learned from a mistress lover how to please women; my friends were tripping badly then. They kept asking me, ‘Banji, how do you do it?’
Well, the reason I am telling you this story is because; I ‘ran’ into Tendai…yeah, I ‘ran’ into him online, no thanks to WhatsApp. I wasn’t looking for him, I wasn’t; a friend of a friend had mentioned my name, he said he knew someone by my name and we have connected again.
Guess what? He said his mum wanted to see me!
I am not doing again o, I am a small boy, o!
(Series written and edited by Peju Akande and based on trues stories)