Her complexion was the most attractive feature that caught my eyes when I got to the park. Her hips were so curvy that the act of fornication started pouring into my heart. My stares were too bold. I prayed for her destination to rhyme with mine, and it did. She was in front of me when we joined the line to buy tickets. She had bulgy eyes that caressed my soul. I thanked my stars when her weight sank down beside me in the bus. The ball was in my court. I had to start a conversation.
‘Hi, my name is Tunde,’ I said.
‘I had it in my mind that you were Yoruba… Well, I’m Ifeoma.’
‘Hmm… I feel so glad that I was noticed by such a beauty.’
And the conversation went on. It had been a long time since I held an eye contact with a woman. She talked boldly but had shy eyes. My eyes massaged the fullness of her hips. From the look in her eyes I knew she was getting fed up with my stares. I couldn’t just stop. My eyes fell over her chest. The breasts were disappointing. They were like tennis balls. Her lips were broad. The imagination of a wet kiss in my heart was halted when we met a roadblock mounted by soldiers.
The soldiers wouldn’t let us pass. They wanted a little bribe from the driver who wouldn’t succumb.
‘Oya, come down…’ One of the soldiers ordered the driver.
Before the driver would get out of the bus, a male passenger got out a fifty naira note and handed it over to one of the soldiers…
‘Una fit pass,’ One of the soldiers waved at us to proceed.
As soon as the driver started the car, Ifeoma did the unexpected. She hissed and said, ‘What a shame…’
‘Driver, put off the ignition,’ one of the soldiers ordered.
We were all ordered out. It was obvious that the soldiers had no idea who made the statement.
They ordered the males back into the bus.
I watched from the inside of the bus as the soldiers threatened the women left outside with guns. The women had to point Ifeoma out. My heart was almost collapsing for her. The frequent hardening of my manhood had become as limp as a sick dog’s tail.
They ordered Ifeoma to take off her blouse. They did this with the threat of their nuzzles. She did as she was told, exposing the most sexiest of bras and panties my eyes ever saw. Before the embarrassment, I would pay anything to stare at her nakedness, but here was I feeling ashamed as if she was my twin. They ordered her to get the bra off, which she did in tears. The men with me in the bus stared with greed in their eyes though their hisses sounded sad. It was obvious that the soldiers were not deriving fun from their acts. They asked Ifeoma to get off her undies. She did it slowly, and now I must confess My manhood almost raised its head. I must confess that my eyes hungrily longed to devour Ifeoma’s secret places… Still my heart bleeded…
The soldiers took their time to scrutinize her nakedness before one of them uttered, ‘You said, what-a-shame, abi…? Because of fifty naira…? Your ugly nakedness is the shame…’
Ifeoma was set free to wear her clothes and join us… All through the journey, our discussion never continued. All through the journey, she cried. My lust for her till this day never recovered from coma…