“Jerome don enter!” “Run for your lives!” Wigs were grabbed, underwear retrieved as each of the seven girls struggled to vanish from sight. “Where’s Hanifa?” Light skinned Chinwe asked me when we were back safely in our rooms, panting from the race we just had up the stairs. “Chisos!” I had totally forgotten about the…
“Jerome don enter!”
“Run for your lives!”
Wigs were grabbed, underwear retrieved as each of the seven girls struggled to vanish from sight.
“Where’s Hanifa?” Light skinned Chinwe asked me when we were back safely in our rooms, panting from the race we just had up the stairs.
“Chisos!” I had totally forgotten about the 16 year old new intake. I said a quick prayer against Jerome on her behalf.
“I’ll fetch her,” I said as I hurried back outside only to catch a glimpse of her with Jerome. He was smiling at her and she was smiling back sheepishly too. Next thing his right hand was on her arm, resting there casually. I cursed silently and walked towards them.
“Jerome how na?” I hailed.
“Philo! I’m good o! You no tell me say you have new catch here na.”
“This one is not for business,” i said and beckoned to Hanifa to go indoors. She left reluctantly, batting me an annoyed look. I turned back to Jerome who was looking at her lustfully.
Oh no, I groaned in my mind.
“Why are you here?” I queried.
He threw his head back in laughter. His teeth were stained yellow with tobacco and looked like an abandoned wicket chair.
“What do you do here?”
I rolled my eyes and hissed.
“No be head quarters this place be?”
I gave no answer.
“Is that not the name of this establishment?” He added as he moved closer to me, so close I could smell his alcohol ridden breath. he reached out for my waist and I struggled for freedom.
“Just like old times.” He said and winked.
I turned around to get my slippers and met Hanifa by the doorway peeking.
“Na so you just steal my customer.” She hissed.
I sighed and almost told her. She should be thanking me.
“You can’t understand.”
“I think I do. Old lady like you. At least let me make money for madam.”
I left her there ranting and went into the room I shared with Chinwe. She shot me a sorrowful look.
“You don’t have to do it you know.”
“He will hurt her and you know it.”
“Ndo!” She said as I wore my slippers and applied powder to my sweaty face. I wished I could blend with the yellow of the walls. I stepped back downstairs and left with Jerome whose penile device threatened to rip the vulva of even the most loose runs girl. As his car drove off, the small signboard caught my attention. “Head quarters” it read. I wondered why I ever came here in the first place. But I did know why.
To be continued.