She made her way from nothing… Can’t fault her for wanting something…
The Dream’s voice wafted through the air waves as Aisha danced slowly, surely and seductively. This was her song. She slipped off her bra as she turned to look into his eyes. Those eyes that drove him crazy. She smiled mischievously as she looked at Ayo. I’ve just started; he doesn’t know what has hit him…
He was wild. He grabbed her with all the urgency in him. He couldn’t take it anymore.
Neither could Alhaji yesterday. Nor Segun the day before… Aisha had this down to a science. The fools…
By morning, Aisha was N50,000 richer. The insult! She cursed Ayo in her mind while smiling sweetly as she kissed him goodbye. Alhaji was taking her to Paris and this idiot was giving her a few coins here and there… She knew this kiss would be their last. What a shame, she mused as she looked into his eyes for the final time. This one was cute.
Back home in the apartment Segun had rented for her, Aisha got a text. Oh God… That Nedu boy again! The poor guy was smitten. He had been assaulting her phone for weeks. I didn’t even put it on him LIKE THAT and he’s confused… What if he got the full dose, fa? She laughed and hissed out loud as she ignored the alert on her Blackberry that another message had come through… That reminded her, Alhaji needed to replace this phone… Too many people had it. Stupid pure water.
They were having a blast. Aisha and her “closest friends”- all hundred of them- were living it up at the birthday party the Senator was throwing for her. This was a suitable replacement for Alhaji, she thought contentedly to herself… The moron’s wives were giving her hell. After Paris, she had cut him loose. He was still begging. It cracked Aisha up.
“I don’t know what his problem is o.”, she complained absent-mindedly to Nnenna, her best friend, as they moved away from the crowd. Now, they were on the balcony enjoying a scenic view of the city at night. Bright lights littered with spots of darkness… A bit like all of us, Aisha thought to herself before gathering her thoughts to chase the introspection away. Too much of that was never good. “I gave him enough sex to last him ten lifetimes; not one of his wives can even try it sef! The man is just greedy!” She burst out laughing to liven up the mood and realised she was alone.
“Haba, Nnenna, what’s eating you? Or… who isn’t?” She laughed again, after stroking Nnenna’s arm in a show of mock concern. As she had another sip of champagne, she carried on. “I told you to gree for that banker boy… Noone wants to listen to Aisha… She is a bad girl… Maybe if you did, you wouldn’t be so uptight now.”
“Aisha, you need to stop this.”
Aisha paused. She turned to glare at Nnenna. Intense rage began to boil her blood.
“Don’t even start.” She hissed through her teeth, seething. “It’s my birthday. We are at the nicest bar in this Lagos. All these bitches are jealous of me. And you want me stop? Stop what? Enjoying my life?”
Now, it was Nnenna’s turn to laugh. “Who do you think you are talking to? I know you… You don’t care about the champagne, the labels, the lifestyle… It’s the sex. Aisha… I love you… I love you like my own sister so I have to tell you the truth. You can fuck all the men in this town…” Nnenna pointed out of the balcony to prove her point. “All of them, Aisha!” She sighed and her voice softened and looked into her friends eyes as her heart broke for the vacuum she had become. “It still won’t take that loneliness away…”
“SHUT UP! Which stupid loneliness? I don’t have time for this… When you are bored, you will leave the same way you came.” She turned away from her friend as she leaned on the balcony, forcing herself to disregard all Nnenna had said.
Nnenna shook her head and smiled sadly. “You still love him. It’s killing you already; you might as well admit it.” With that, she walked out. Aisha wished the darkness below would swallow her whole.