10/05/2024
That morning, My elder brother sent me, to go get fuel for our generator, from a fuel station. He gave me a thousand naira, and told me to get fuel, with the whole of it. I think, a liter was sold for 150 naira, or there about, that period.
I set out to go get it.
On getting to the fuel station, there were 4 sections, one could be attended to, and I had already sighted whom I was going to, to get filled.
As I was heading there, that was when I saw her.
A voluptuous black girl, between the ages of 20 to 24, she got both necessary and unnecessary curves, here and there. She got this hypnotizing hips, and Ass, like she's a fan of Assnal (Arsenal) Her thighs, not too big, not too small, it was just there. I could see them clearly, for she was on a short, well slim fitted black skirt. I slower my gait, so I could capture her, in all ramifications.
She noticed me starring at her and smiled.
Oh! "Could anyone be this beautiful?" I asked myself.
Those sweet dimples made me wet down there already.
Without her uttering a word, I changed my direction from my supposed place, to hers.
The guy I was originally heading to get the fuel from at first, protested,
"Ahan! Bros, wetin happen na?
Where u dey go again?"
I answered, absent minded, while still walking towards the girl.
"I dey come"
And headed her way.
The more I got closer to her, the more mesmerized I became.
When God said,
"Let there be light"
She came to being, everything about her, was lightening light. She stood in such a manner that exposed all her womanly features, just to torment the son of man. Indeed, women are wicked.
I got to her, she smiled and greeted me, with a voice that sounded like the full choir of heaven.
"Good morning sir"
I heard her, but didn't heard her as well, because my eyes and full attention were elsewhere. Indeed,
"something must kee a man".
She greeted me again,
"I'm greeting, good morning sir"
I smiled and responded to her greeting.
She asked me how much fuel I wanted, I told her to sell a thousand naira worth of fuel.
I unscrewed my rubber's cover, she placed the nozzle inside.
Letting go of a very little fuel, she stopped it.
I looked at her, wanting to protest, but she smiled, and her dimples came out again, with maximum force. My wetness became renewed and extremed.
I smiled in return and said nothing.
I gave her the one thousand naira note, and was expecting her to give me change, no matter how small, but instead, she gave me another round of smile, and that did the magic.
I smiled like an He-goat and left with almost an empty gallon, with no change.
It was along the road, on my way home I came to my senses and asked myself,
"What just happened right now?
Wetin this girl use for me?
This is also a molestation and assault, a broadday light robbery"
If I had money, I would had topped up from a black market, but I wasn't having a dime on me.
That was when I realized the problem that I had gotten myself into.
"If the generator off on time, wetin I go tell my brother?" I asked myself.
I was greatly disturbed, as I headed home.
I got home, emptied the 2 years old baby's urine of fuel, inside the fuel tank and closed it.
I brought the generator to life, and quickly rushed inside my room, and started praying for a miracle to happen, for the fuel to be topped up, by the holy spirit.
My elder brother was watching movie in the living room.
Not up to 1 hour later, I heard,
"Zuuuu, kruuu, vvvvvvv, hwhsyskeg, jgggjtffjhg, jhhgttggg"
Generator eyaff off.
From the living room, I heard,
"Charles
Come here!!
How many liters of fuel you buy?!!!"