There And Back On Time - Season 1 - Episode 30

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There And Back On Time - Season 1 - Episode 30

White Karolina

Germany Dilemma
I turned around and saw John bighead
emerging from the bush.

Awiti, who had not seen or known who
John was, just stood there and stared at
the guy coming out from the bush while I
thought how best to handle the situation.
” I think you have a mental problem” I
said to him in Igbo language.

The idea was to drag the issue away
from Awiti as much I could. I was
beginning to like her so much.

But the mischief maker insisted on
speaking pidgin English.

”Na your papa get mental problem” he
said while maintaining a considerable
distance between us.

I took Awiti’s hand and started walking
out of the park. It was a ten minute-walk
to the Camp. John followed us behind,
talking about what he would have done to
me if the environment was different.

We got to the camp without fight, so I
decided not to do anything about it.

Around 8pm, I saw Awiti off to the
female hostel. When I got back, I went to
Mike and told him what happened with
John in the park.

He advised me to let it go since we will
soon be posted out of the Camp.

Mike in the other hand, had approached
Agnes for a date. I didin’t know what she
said to him but since I had not seen
them together, I figured out Agnes was
tired of Nigerians and their ways.

People were being posted out of camp
on daily basis while new campers were
being admitted. Some of the people I
knew had been posted out. I would go to
the Notice board every morning to check
on my name but I knew that it would take
atleastrological two weeks after my
interview.

Awiti’s Interview came a week before my
departure. We had rehearsed her own
story over and over again. She was a
Somali in camp since there was no crisis
in Kenya.

One evening, I went outside camp alone
and met a white lady. She was a Polish
girl who had come to look for work in
Germany. Karolina was her name. She
understood German and very little
English but enough to communicate with
me. I had just finished buying beer from
the spar and was on my way back to
camp when I saw her coming towards
me. She was young and I couldn’t tell her
age. We were warned to stay away from
girls who were not up to 18 years.
fvcking a girl below 17 was a one way
ticket to prison, so we were careful
about that until Karolina showed up.

It was Karolina who greeted me first as
we met, I stopped her and we got
chatting. She told me she lived alone in a
street in the middle of the town. She
asked about Africa and I told her the
much I remembered. To my greatest
surprise, she thought Africa was just a
country. She had never heard of Nigeria
or Ghana except some cities like Libya
and Ethiopia and Egypt.

Since she was not in a hurry, I invited
her to join me in my beer. We strolled
eastward towards Cottbus, an Area I was
sure Awiti would never venture into. We
got to a large concrete bench on the
floor and sat there.

August was ending, and a new strange
season was descending on that part of
Germany. There was breeze and the
leaves were falling out of the trees in
quantum.

It was a beautiful atmosphere as we sat
on the slab while cool breeze brushed
past us in a romantic way. After a can of
beer each, our discussion changed from
Africa to private matters.

She was 18 years according to her but
had already separated with three
boyfriends.

Two of the boyfriends was from Warsaw
in Poland while the last one was a
German.

In my own part, I have had only one
girlfriend my whole life but when the
bomb landed in our town in Cameroun,
everybody got scattered and separated
and I had managed to found myself in
Germany while I knew nothing about her.
When the darkness descended, we fell in
a temporal love and started kissing. Her
teeth was banded by some kind of wires.

She explained to me that it was going to
fall out when she was 15 and the doctors
had binded them together. Too much
chocolate was to blame.

After over three hours with Karolina, I
told her that I was going back to Camp.

She offered to see me off but I declined.

I didn’t want to run into Awiti, so I told
her to go. She invited me to her
apartment the next day and I accepted.

On my way back to the camp, I expected
John to pop out of nowhere but I didn’t
see him. I was disappointed because I
wanted him to see that I had gone white.

When I got back to the camp, I didn’t look
for Awiti. She was surprised when she
came to the prayer center and found me
singing. I had always gone to take her
with me to the prayer house but that
evening, I had gone alone. She stared at
me through the 30 minute prayer
session and when it was over, she
walked up to me and demanded for
explanations. I had not forgotten to call
her, I told her that I was running late
and that it was my turn to sing the
praises that day.

The following day after lunch, I sneaked
out of camp again. I went to the point
where I had been with Karolina the
previous day. We had agreed to meet
there that afternoon and proceed to her
apartment. I took two cans of beer along
with me. I spent over an hour sitting
there alone with my beer until I got tired
of waiting. I was considering going back
to the camp when she showed up with
her bicycle. She asked how long I had
been waiting and I lied that I had been
there for hours.

We trekked to her house while she
moved the bike on the ground.

It was a neatly decorated one room
apartment. We sat on the long sofa and
talked about Poland and Germany.

According to her, the Area we were
which was Eisenhuttenstadt with the
neighbouring cities such as Cotbuss,
Frankfurt oder and many more had
belonged to Poland but it was Adolf Hitler
who had captured the lands from Poland
during the war.

I wasn’t interested in the history but I
played along.

When she felt that I had become hungry,
she offered to give me food and I
accepted. I sat there waiting for hot Rice
with fat chicken legs but to my
disappointment, she came out with some
brown bread and a cup of butter. I
smiled and thanked her as if it was what
I was looking forward to. I ate two slices
of the diet bread and declared myself
satisfied.

When I finished eating, she asked a
question that changed everything.

” have you ever had sexxx” she had
asked.

I nodded in affirmative and asked why
she wanted to know.

She said nothing.

She asked me to bring out my J0yst!ck
for her to see.

*what kind of weird girl was that*
I was alarmed but I knew that i could
over-power her if anything strange was
to happen.

I asked why she wanted to see my
J0yst!ck. She had heard that African
J0yst!cks were bigger than the whites
and she wanted to know.

I pulled down my trousers and brought
out my already rising J0yst!ck.

*All the girls who had seen my J0yst!ck
since the turn of the millennium nearly
two years before that day had also felt it
inside their honey pots.

Karolina Maniecka was not going to be
be an exception*

As soon as my rising J0yst!ck jumped
out of the boxers, Karolina grabbed it
and started turning it around in her
palm. She was so casual about it that I
wondered if anything beyond that was
going to happen.

The more she turned it, the more
harder it became. I just sat there and
stared on the J0yst!ck too as if it were
not part of my body.

All of a sudden, everything changed.

Karolina started touching her b0s0ms
with one hand while still holding my
J0yst!ck with the other hand.

I did a quick interpretation job and
decided that it was an act of invitation to
touch her b0s0ms.

I was still wary of the age limitations
since I didn’t want to go to prison.
” how old did you say you are” I asked
while stretching my left hand to sq££ze
her b0s0ms.

She smiled and said 18 jahre alt. (18
years old).

My hand was already squeezing her soft
b0s0ms while she had started squeezing
my JT hard.

The heat was already on and there was
no stopping me from then.

I pulled down my jean and removed it
entirely. She also did the same on her
own jean trousers. She was then left
with a kind of underwear pant that
exposed both sides of her cuunt. The
front part of the under that was
supposed to cover her cunnt was a kind
of a string that did a very poor job of
covering it.

* I learnt it was called a G-string pant
later*

I started rubbing the top of her cunnt
while the string was still on it. I
occasionally touched the bare sides of
her cunnt. She removed her pullover and
started kissing my JT, then sU-Cked it.

I m0aned like an amateur just to
compliment the poor job she was doing
on my JT.

* I had already made up my mind not to
lick her kitty, so I kept rubbing it until
she started getting excited, then I shifted
the string of underwear to one side and
dipped a finger into her cunnt.

She helplessly stopped the poor job she
was doing on me and released herself
to the pleasure I was giving her.

I got up and asked her to lie flat on her
back which she did while I dipped a finger
inside her again. She wiggled like a
worm.

Her cunnt was shaven recently, I
guessed it was that very morning or the
previous night in anticipation of that very
moment. She had invited me yesterday
and she had prepared for what was
going to happen.

*The obvious excitement of fvcking a
white girl was having its toll on my head*.
When things got to a stage where she
wanted me inside of her, I removed her
pullover and sU-Cked her yellow b0s0ms.
there were very soft unlike the African
ones and there was no pleasure coming
out of them, so I left them where they
were and concentrated on the semi-open
vegeena.

I pulled my boxers down and wore a
condom I brought along with me.
I parted her tiny underwear to one side,
then in one swift sweet speed, I entered
her.

*There was no need removing the
underwear, I couldn’t see how it can
disrupt anything*

I pumped in and out. It was a sweet
s£nsat!on all through. Her cunnt was not
so open like the ones I was used to. It
was filled with flesh and when putting my
JT, I felt like it was touching some flesh
which melted like a butter as soon as the
tip of my JT touched them.

She was holding my back tightly as if I
was going to suddenly jump up and ran
away.

We fvcked for several minutes.
I had switched my mind from that
moment to some ugly incidents. It helped
the Spermss not to come out on time.
*On that particular moment, I was
thinking about the day I got so drunk and
went to my girlfriend’s house in Onitsha.
Her mother had come out and poured
water on me. She had pursued me
downstairs and yelled after me while I
ran in the street*

Karolina had climaxed twice and it was
time for me to release, so I switched my
mind from the woman who poured water
on me to Awiti,s whose cunnt I had been
enjoying since she came.

Then I climaxed. I lay on top of her,
breathing heavily for a minute before
pulling out.

I got up and pulled out the condom and
headed to the bathroom to flush it out.
She was still lying on the sofa smiling
when I returned. She obviously wanted
more but I wanted to go back to the
Camp..

Awiti’s interview was one day away and
she must have been searching for me
everywhere.

I ignored Karolina and put on my clothes.
I managed to spent another ten minutes
with her before I left.

She asked me to come whenever I want,
an invitation I took with a smile.

She also gave me her phone number.

I left her house and walked like a drunk
sailor to the Camp.

My little sweetheart Awiti was in front of
the men’s hostel when I returned.

*I had prepared an errorproof lie for
her, she had to take it or leave it
anyway*

”i have been looking for you” she said as
I approached her.

”sorry sweetheart” I stopped there
without rambling on where I had been
and why.

To my surprise, she didn’t ask where I
had been, she just took my hand and
proceeded to the ladies hostel.

When we got there, I ate the rice she had
kept for me.

We started all over again on her story
for tomorrow’s interview.

”Tell me your story as if I am your
interviewer ” I said as I sat back and
listened to her.

She began;
” My name is Awiti Mulonga, I was
born…………….