**se*x, Drugs And Being An Agbero 18+... Part 6**

8 years ago

**se*x, Drugs And Being An Agbero 18+... Part 6**

I had been here regularly. I could feel it as I
boarded a bus
inwards. I wanted the bus to lead me to any
place I could
recognise. But after going in circles for a while,
I saw Mr Biggs at 21 road. And that looked mighty familiar. ..

My heart rate increased as I entered the
eatery. The smell, the
decor, everything felt old. Then a flash passed
through my brain
for like 2 seconds. The image was that of a girl but it was only
her mouth opened as she laughed that I saw.
She was happy. I
was sitting or standing across her. Who was
she?..girlfriend?..just a friend?
I approached the counter to get meat pie and Fanta. Hoping I
was such a customer that they knew by name
and shared
greetings with.

The name tag on the girl that
was to attend to me
read ‘Ijeoma’. After staring at her and all I got back was a
stare to, I crashed.

Ijeoma: sir can I take your order?

Me: Meatpie and Fanta.

Ijeoma: Eat-in or take away?

Me: Eat-in. Or all the times I come before do I ever take it away?

I was pushing my luck, hoping something will
come thru.

Ijeoma: I have never seen you before.

Me: Not even in my shirt and jean?

Ijeoma: is there anyoda thing you want sir? That was another brickwall. I went gently to
my seat. I wasnt
even sure Fanta tasted really good. The
meatpie was tasteless.

I looked up at Ijeoma, she wasnt attending to
anybody, she was whispering to the ears of a colleague, who
looked at me and
laughed. I was sure they thought I was
toasting Ijeoma.

After eating, I strolled down the streets to a
bridge that connectef Festac to its Extension, Amuwo Odofin. Ontop
of the bridge, I
realised my only clue was that smile. That was
the only connect I
had. I tried focusing on it, seeing if my head
could produce more images.

It was almost 4pm when I gave up. I took
another ride around
festac but I didnt expect any result.
Then the phone rang.

Me: Hello

Caller: its me Cynthia, the nurse.

Me: oh, hello..

Cynthia: I think I found something.
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Me: oh, Thank God!..please tell me.

Cynthia: I cant talk here.

Me: so where can I meet you? Cynthia: I would text you my address, please
come alone.

Me: thank you very much. You are an angel.

Cynthia: No, I am about to betray my
employers
Then she hung up.

Less than 2 minutes a message came in. Her
address was at
Gowon Estate, Egbeda. But the words ‘betray
my Employers’ kept
ringing in my ears.

I thought of Bayo, Shade. .all the others…what did they know.
What did Cynthia find out?. This is definitely
thicker than
normal…….

We met at Triangles, very close to Gowon
Estate gate. She had changed into a blouse and jean. She looked
beautiful. She kept
looking around when she sat down..

Me: You dont seem comfortable

Cynthia: No I am not.

Me: where would be safer for you?

Cynthia: lets go and talk in my house

Me: are you sure thats a good idea?

Cynthia: sure.

Thou her house was a strollable distance, she
insisted we took
seperate bikes. Gowon Estate was totally blank in my memory.

She lived in a two bedroom flat, every where
was painted pink. A
really girly house.

Cynthia; what can I offer u?

Me: just tell me what you found out.

Cynthia: After u left, I started asking
questions cuz an entry had
been deleted. I found out that all the nurses
worked on the shift
that an unknown person was brought were
sacked.

The doctor that attended to the patient died in an auto-
crash some weeks
later.

Me: who told you all this?

Cynthia: someone who works there and sees
all but nobody noticies. She recognised you. Said you were
brought in by about
6 policemen.

Me: that isnt true! a grown fair man brought
me here, his name is
Alhaji.

Cynthia: I am telling you what my source told
me. Shortly after
the doctor realised you were suffering from
amnesia, the police
came to get you. That was the last time you
were seen until today.

Me: I thought I was evicted due to lack of
funds.

Cynthia: Nope, you were forcefully evicted by
the cops.

Me: Did your source get my name or any info about me?

Cynthia: No, except that all the nurses wanted
to clean your
body. You be fine boy na!

Me: damn!..so nothinh else?

Cynthia: nothing. I looked into her eyes and I wondered why she
was telling me all
this. Why didnt she just keep quiet?. Why
should I believe her
instead of Bayo.?if Bayo was lying, why did he
take me to the hospital?…I was confused.
Another brickwall.

Cynthia: what are you going to eat?

Me: I am not hungry

Cynthia: common!..lemme quickly cook
spaghetti. I am hungry. After little persuasion, I agreed and turned on
her Tv. Chelsea
and Bayern Munich players were filling into the
field. It was
Super Cup.

I remembered Bayo and his tight chelsea boxers. I wondered if
he was watching this match too. I hoped it
was Cynthia and not
him lying. I liked him.

I was surprised when Torres scored. I imagined
Bayo dancing. Then Cynthia entered with the spaghetti…

Cynthia: lets eat

Me: thanks

Cynthia: what team are you supporting?

Me: I am supporting chelsea.

Cynthia: lol. ..Agbero club..

Me: I am an Agbero..

Cynthia: …lol…very funny..

I kept quiet. The food was surprisingly sweet.
The boiled eggs
werent hard so the yoke was golden in color..

Since we sat on the same couch, I could smell her fragrance.
She smelled like fruits. we sat in silence as the
match
progressed. I wanted the match to finish
before I left. Chelsea
was leading 2-1 by 90min and I was preparing to leave, then
Bayern scored.

Cynthia: goal!

Me: not fair na..

Cynthia: ok I am sorry…

I think the goal just signified how my entire day was…hopes
being dashed at the last minute. I was sad. I
couldnt even wait
for extra time.

Me: Thanks, I gotta go, I promise to keep in
touch.

Cynthia: are u sure? You can go tomorrow
morning..its really
cold outside.

Me: Dont worry I will be aii.
I stood up to leave as I approached the door I
remembered I left Bayo’s phone on the couch. As I turned to go
pick it up, Cynthia
was infront of me, she flung her arms around
my shoulders and
planted her lips fully on mine. Her tongue found
mine..my hand her b0s0ms…her nails buried into my shoulder. I
lifted her from
the ground, her legs were wrapped around my
waist. She smelled
like strawberry. …she sU-Cked my lower lip…and
pointed to her bedroom.
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Chelsea lost…who cared? Bayo’s bus was waiting for me at Iyana-Iba,
infront of Lasu.

It
was about 5:00am . He was dressed on black
shirt and black
pants.

Bayo: I brought some clothes for you, you can change inside.
You are lucky we have the same stature.

Me: im glad.

Bayo: you dey mad!..u no miss me ni?

Me: mtchwww. .

Bayo: No wahala. .. I got into the bus to change clothes. I tossed a
pack filled with
rice to him. Cynthia gave me to eat as
breakfast.

Bayo: I know you love me this boy!

Me: yes I bleeping do!.. I bleeping support your club!..why do u
choose to lie to me?

Bayo: you dey yarn dust…which kain talk be
this?

Me: you didnt take me to the hospital, you
didnt sell my car to pay my bills… You lied to me..Tell me the truth!

Bayo brought out a stick of cigarette, it was
Benson. As he
puffed some into the air, I longed for a stick
myself. Perhaps
benson was my brand. He tossed me a stick and with all humilty,
bowed abit to light it on my lips.

Bayo: I wanted you to find out the truth
yourself, thats why I sent
you to the hospital.

Me: I dont believe you, you probably thought it will trigger my
memory

Bayo: dat one too dey.

Me: tell me everything you know, you can kill
me afterwards but
tell me everything.

Bayo: kill Bawo…u don dey crase o..

Me: I am listening. ..

Bayo: this is the best time for our trip, I will
tell you by 10:00.

We
have work to do. You voice is good now, na u
go dey shout o!.. Me: Bleep no!

Bayo: loool…dem no born your Papa well make
you no call
passenger. ..if u no call. ..forget our 10’oclock
gist…
20mins later…….

Me: ….mile 2! Alakija!..mile2! Alakija!…oshodi
wole!

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