DANCE WITH FIRE Episode 2: The clinic was located on the posh side of town, so I had to take a taxi there. It took me about thirty minutes to flag a taxi down. 'Zenith clinic', I shouted as soon as the taxi driver rolled his window down '3000 naira', he responded after he had sized me from head to toe My friend Innocent once told me that there was a difference between looking rich and being rich. This taxi driver thought I was rich. I was wearing a TM shirt on an LV pants coupled with a Yeezy's footwear. And was also heading to one of the most expensive clinics in town. But it was all packaging. The only thing that belonged to me was my body. The rest was Dafe's. 'Oga, na 500 dem dey take go Zenith, abeg if you no dey collect, just shift dey go' the change of accent stunned him 'Enter, if you go pay 600' he replied, his disappointment reflecting in his voice. As the taxi moved, I thought about Ifeoma. She was the world and more to me. I met her in a keke on my way to the market. She wasn't the most beautiful girl in the keke, but there was something attractive about her. There was no need talking to her because that would mean paying her transport fare, so I was content stealing side glances. To be continued... Follow the link to read complete episode 2. It is a website story... Whatsapp us on +2348165429485. Remember, It is a World of Positivity and Edutainment. Get energized...


But as God would have it, we were destined to speak. She was about to alight at a junction when she discovered she had forgotten her purse back at home. Her face was creased with worry . The keke driver started to harass her. She had to pay the 50 naira. I couldn't blame him. That money could buy me a hot okpa in this recession. She looked like she would burst into tears any moment when I stepped in.
'Oga, you no get human feelings o', I paid him the 50 naira and also gave her another fifty to find her way back. She was beyond grateful.

As the keke sped on, I realised my foolishness. I didn't even ask her name. I asked the girl seated next to me if she knew her, she shook her head. I had just thrown a hundred naira away. I went about my business in the market, momentarily forgetting about her. After shopping, I boarded another keke home. The keke didn't get full so he stopped at several junctions to pick passengers. As he approached the junction ifeoma alighted, lo and behold, there she was, flagging us down. She got in, and as soon as she saw me, she smiled in a way that made my groins tighten.
'It's you again', she went on 'Thank you for earlier, God bless you'.
'And you too dear', I started to smile sheepishly.
The rest they say is history.

Ifeoma deserved a special valentine. I thought of the places I could take her to. Romeo's Diner would cost a fortune, but she deserved it. I wished the agent would ask for three pints of blood. Fiteen thousand would do a lot, but twenty two thousand could do more. Dafe was right, I needed to be street smart. Book smartness was not enough for survival. One needed a special skill set to adapt. To Dafe, recession was only a word. He wasn't bothered by government policies and his girl never witheld sex from him.

I thought about sex and I felt my blue balls. They were heavy. Masturbation alone didn't help anymore. It had been long. Ifeoma didn't intentionally withold sex from me. Since I stopped bringing money, she stopped at kissing. And it wasn't like I didn't deserve it. But things were about to change. Tomorrow would be fire, I smiled as i reached to feel the trojan in my back pocket. I planned to use up all the condoms Dafe had given me.The drivers honk brought me out of my day dream.
'Wetin you dey think dey smile like that' he asked
'Oga dat one no concern you', I stretched and paid him.

I stood at the gate of Zenith clinic and I admired the beauty of riches. The landscape was beautiful. One could actually host a wedding reception here. The building itself spelt fortune. Paupers like myself wouldn't get a cleaning job here. I called the blood agent and informed him I was standing by the gate.

Some minutes later, a heavily built man approached the gate. He looked scary and I knew immediately he was the blood agent.
'Are you Sam', he pointed at me while speaking.
'Yes sir', I replied
'You are very stupid', his voice boomed.
'I asked you to come immediately and it is now you are coming', he turned his back on me
'Just get out ,I don't need your blood again'

I wasn't sure I heard him properly. Did he just say he didn't need my blood anymore? I looked at him walking away from me, I thought of ifeoma, the fifteen thousand naira, Romeo's Diner and the pack of trojan in my back pocket and I fainted. #kikikikikikikikiki 😂 😂 😂 😂
To be continued...
DANCE WITH FIRE Episode 2: The clinic was located on the posh side of town, so I had to take a taxi there. It took me about thirty minutes to flag a taxi down. 'Zenith clinic', I shouted as soon as the taxi driver rolled his window down '3000 naira', he responded after he had sized me from head to toe My friend Innocent once told me that there was a difference between looking rich and being rich. This taxi driver thought I was rich. I was wearing a TM shirt on an LV pants coupled with a Yeezy's footwear. And was also heading to one of the most expensive clinics in town. But it was all packaging. The only thing that belonged to me was my body. The rest was Dafe's. 'Oga, na 500 dem dey take go Zenith, abeg if you no dey collect, just shift dey go' the change of accent stunned him 'Enter, if you go pay 600' he replied, his disappointment reflecting in his voice. As the taxi moved, I thought about Ifeoma. She was the world and more to me. I met her in a keke on my way to the market. She wasn't the most beautiful girl in the keke, but there was something attractive about her. There was no need talking to her because that would mean paying her transport fare, so I was content stealing side glances. To be continued... Follow the link to read complete episode 2. It is a website story... Whatsapp us on +2348165429485. Remember, It is a World of Positivity and Edutainment. Get energized... DANCE WITH FIRE
Episode 2:

The clinic was located on the posh side of town, so I had to take a taxi there. It took me about thirty minutes to flag a taxi down.
'Zenith clinic', I shouted as soon as the taxi driver rolled his window down
'3000 naira', he responded after he had sized me from head to toe
My friend Innocent once told me that there was a difference between looking rich and being rich. This taxi driver thought I was rich. I was wearing a TM shirt on an LV pants coupled with a Yeezy's footwear. And was also heading to one of the most expensive clinics in town. But it was all packaging. The only thing that belonged to me was my body. The rest was Dafe's.
'Oga, na 500 dem dey take go Zenith, abeg if you no dey collect, just shift dey go' the change of accent stunned him
'Enter, if you go pay 600' he replied, his disappointment reflecting in his voice.

As the taxi moved, I thought about Ifeoma. She was the world and more to me. I met her in a keke on my way to the market. She wasn't the most beautiful girl in the keke, but there was something attractive about her. There was no need talking to her because that would mean paying her transport fare, so I was content stealing side glances. To be continued...  Follow the link to read complete episode 2. It is a website story... Whatsapp us on +2348165429485. Remember, It is a World of Positivity and Edutainment. Get energized... Reviewed by De SOUL ENERGIZER on September 04, 2017 Rating: 5

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