Must Read: #B•I•T•C•H….. Part 38



This is a very fantastic story, written by Stephen C. Osaji, I’m so in love with his writing believe me, you can visit his blog Here!!!…. If you missed the part Thirty Seven yesterday read it HERE!!!

True to his words, John appeared at the front of Jummy’s
house by Nine PM. He did the sign of the cross and murmured
a silent prayer before pressing the door bell. He waited for a
few seconds and when he got no response, he pressed the bell
once again… The door swung open just as he was about to
press it the third time.
Jummy stood before John, looking the hottest she had ever
been… Or well, that’s what John thought. She had on a custom
made black Louis Vuiton dress that looked like it had been
sown on her body because it fitted her perfectly. And just to
complement her blue Gucci shoe, she held a small Prada purse
of the same color as the shoe. In the purse was a few N1000
notes which she didn’t plan on spending unless the date goes
totally wrong, in other words, it was her “Vex-Money”, meaning
the money she would use to settle her bills and go home if
John somehow got her vexed. Typical Jummy.
John stared at Jummy totally spell bound for over a whole
minute, it took Jummy’s “are we going to stand here all day”
statement to snap him back to reality.
“No… No… Pardon my manners. I was just…” John cleared his
throat thinking of the right word to describe what just happened
to him. “I was just wondering how I’ll protect myself tonight.”
He concluded.
Jummy looked confused. “Protect yourself?”
“Yea, with your current dazzling looks, I’m sure people would
stare at you all night long and get jealous and I don’t want that
because the next thing they would plan is how to get rid of me
so the can take over.” John kept quiet afterwards and turned
on his best smile hoping Jummy would get his point. She did.
“Well the first step is getting me into your car quickly, so the
neighbors won’t see me.” Jummy replied grinning.
“Oh! That’s true.” John replied and led the way to beat-up
FORMERLY red Beetle or Tortoise Car as commonly called. The
car had terrible scratches and needed a thorough body work, it
looked like something that had just been picked from the
dumpster. John opened a door and ushered Jummy inside.
“What is this?” Jummy asked. Not really sure if she should be
annoyed or confused.
“What?” John asked, trying to look sincerely confused.
“Where is your car?”
“This is it na,” John replied, grinning widely and pointing at the
car at his front.
“No! Asin where is your car, because if this is a joke, it ain’t
funny anymore.” Jummy was clearly irritated at this point.
“Why don’t you enter first and I’ll tell you the whole story on
our way to the restaurant.”
Jummy contemplated on his suggestion and even though she
hated the whole idea, she decided to just give him the benefit of
doubt. She entered the horrible looking car.
John quickly went over to the drivers seat and they were on the
road within seconds, Jummy was surprised the car could even
“So what’s your story?” Jummy asked coldly.
John sighed. “Well, its a long story and it might sound stupid
to you but the first thing you should know is, I’m sort of broke
at the moment.”
Jummy laughed uncontrollably, with John’s family wealth and
chain of companies, it was literally impossible for him to be
broke. “What do you mean?”
“After our little situation. I kind of decided to make some
changes in my life to prove to you that I’m a changed man.”
“I’m listening,” Jummy said.
“For starters, it was difficult but as I’ve stated before: I chased
Samuel out of my place, then I moved out of the place too
because I could afford to maintain it anymore.” John suddenly
hit the brakes to avoid a reckless “Keke Marowa” (a tricyle)
driver who obviously didn’t horn before trying to overtake the
Normally, in such situation, Jummy would have cursed the
living hell out of the driver but she was in a different world of
hers, trying to understand what John was talking about. “What
do you mean?” She asked, to urge him to continue his story.
“Well, I read on one gossip blog about how Zainab’s brother,
Toafeek, left his palace at Canada to come and hustle in
Nigeria all in the name of independence, and I was touched.”
Jummy sighed. She had no Bleeping idea how the blogs got to
know about that even though only her and Zainab were meant
to know. It was shocking and she made a mental note not to
downgrade the quality of Nigerian Blog news anymore.
“Touched?” She finally asked.
“Yes. I mean, it was very stupid and unrealistic of the guy to do
that and a fully breed Nigerian would never do such but I guess
Toafeek isn’t really a Nigerian considering he had spent his
whole life abroad so I guess that explains that.”
“You haven’t told me how or why you are broke yet.” Jummy
“Well I did something similar to him. I felt that all my life, I’ve
been under my dads umbrella and I too, just like Taofeek want
to be independent.”
Jummy opened her mouth in shock. “So you just dropped
everything and …”
“Drop everything? No oh! I’m not as dumb as Taofeek. I took
enough money to start a new business or so I thought. I
wanted to invest in what I know how to do best which is
Clothing and Textile so I literally stole a ridiculous amount
from the family’s account and invested it in the company but I
guess I undermined the cost of starting a company on my own.
So I had to take loans and sell my car to balance the costs,
that’s why I’m riding this thing now.”
Jummy was speechless. She was wondering what’s wrong
with all these men who were going solo and leaving the family
business without proper consultations. Is that the new trend?
She wondered.
“Why didn’t you just go back to the family’s account and take
more money?” She asked.
“My dad was mad at me so to make sure I don’t do what you
just suggested, he made a few calls to the bank and I’m sure
you know what that means.”
Jummy looked at John and somehow, she could see his
sincerity and determination to impress her, although she didn’t
quite get how he expected being broke to look impressive.
“I don’t care if you are broke or not. You are still going to pay
for this dinner!” Jummy said and they both bursted out in
SPLASH!!! Was all Taofeek needed to wake up. He could feel
something liquid on his face and entire body as a whole.
With his eyes closed, he started pondering what the hell was
going on around him but he seemed to have forgotten
everything, even his name so he had to focus on himself and
started murmuring words to himself.
What’s my name? Tayo? No, Picnic? No, Trojan? Hell no! Jim
Iyke? No! He smiled. It starts with a T, he thought and then it
suddenly popped into his head. Toafeek!
Okay, good, so where the hell am I? He asked himself once
again but before he could think about it… SPLASH!!! And bucket
of water was poured on his face.
He instinvely attempted to open his eyes and it took a while for
his sight to get accustomed to the dark room which only
source of light was a 60 watts yellow bulb which seemed to be
powered by a low current power source.
With a failed attempt at trying to see who was pouring water at
him, he decided to at least look at his environment, sadly, there
wasn’t much to see. All that was in the room was the chair he
sat on, the bulb and a fan that made a loud squeaking sound
and was spinning at an annoyingly slow speed… He wondered
why they even bothered to switch on the fan.
“Hello Taofeek.” He heard a voice say and for a moment, he
thought it was just his imagination.
“How are you doing?” The voice said again, this time, Toafeek
was sure it wasn’t his imagination.
“Where am I? Who are you?” Toafeek asked, he intended to
yell, but didn’t have enough energy to do so.
“Straight to the point hun? I like that. Anyway, I’m Mr Dayo,
like I stated a few hours ago and I can’t tell you exactly where
you are because that would spoil the fun.”
“What am I doing here?”
“I thought you were smart? You have been kidnapped but don’t
to worry, I’ll make sure you aren’t harmed… Well, that’s if you
cooperate with us. And firstly, you have to tell me your phone
password so we can make contact with your celebrity sister so
she can send the ransom and we can let you go.”
Suddenly, Taofeek recalled everything, starting from when he
was seeking a job to him walking into a suppose Ginger Net
and the a Mr Dayo placing a handkerchief on his nose… That
was all he could remember. The last words of Mr Dayo rang in
his head “welcome to hell” so he tried to stand up from the
chair, it was only then he realized he was tied down to the
chair. He struggled and struggled but the rope seemed to be
getting tighter.
It was clear he had no other option. “The password is 3210.”
The day ended pretty well for Zainab. She and Henry had spent
almost the whole day together at work and she had enjoyed his
company, he had a good sense of humor so she ended up
laughing till tears rolled down her cheeks.
As she stepped into her car, Henry had reminded her of their
date later on that night and she tried asking him for the details
but he had refused to tell her, saying it was a surprise and she
should dress simple.
She sighed and drove home in anticipation of what Henry had
She got home by 6PM which only meant she had less than two
hours to prepare for the date. She walked into the bathroom
and took a long thirty minutes shower, making sure she
scrubbed every sweat pore properly, then she went to the
kitchen and fixed herself a cereal, she didn’t take anything
heavy just in case Henry’s surprise plan involved eating
She was for the date ready within the next hour and by 8:00PM
sharp she was already with her purse and waiting for the bell
to ring, signifying Henry’s arrival.
By 8:05PM the door bell went life and Zainab ran to the door
and unlocked the door.
“You are late!” She said.
“Yea, I was at your door post by 7:50PM, I didn’t want to seem
to desperate so I decided to wait a few minutes before I
pressed the bell.” Henry winked.
Zainab couldn’t help but smile, the date was just starting and
Henry was already cracking jokes. She had a good feeling
about the date.
“Well, now that you’ve told me your intentions, you look pretty
desperate. So I guess you plan didn’t work.” Zainab replied
“You make it sound like you aren’t in my shoes too.”
“How?” Zainab asked.
“Look at you! I didn’t have to even press the bell twice before
you opened the door. It was as if you were standing at the door
waiting for me to arrive.”
Zainab cheeks went red in embarrassment. “May we proceed?”
She said to change the topic.
“No!” Henry replied abruptly.
“You are over dressed for where I’m taking you to. I told you to
dress simple and by simple, I meant just a jean and a top not a
fancy Made-In-Tokyo dinner dress.” Henry replied looking
“You know you are a pain in the butt right?” Zainab said as she
walked back into the house and let Henry through.
“Yes, I know I am. Now, can you do me a favour and go and
change into a simple jean and top?”
Zainab didn’t bother replying. She just did as told, obviously
pissed… Normally she would have cancelled the date on that
spot, but there was just something about Henry she couldn’t
resist and then she was really curious about what he had
planned for the night.
Few minutes later, Zainab materialized before Henry wearing a
jean and top. “Shall we?” She asked.
“How do you do It?” Henry asked.
“Do what?”
“I told you to wear a jean and top thinking you would look less
fabulous but here you are, looking more fabulous than ever.
Can you do me a small favour?” He asked.
Zainab was now over blushing, her cheeks were fiery red and
she could literally feel her head swelling… Like literally.
“What favour?” She asked, hoping Henry didn’t notice her
“Can you change back into the gown?”
Zainab couldn’t hold it anymore, she bursted into an
uncontrollable laughter and Henry joined her.
“Just kidding,” he said. “Now can we start going?”
“Sure… Of course.” She replied puntuating her laughter with the
They both left the house and entered Henry’s car. He switched
on the car and did something very strange. He drove for a few
seconds and pressed the horn at the front of his home gate.
The security guard came out almost immediately and opened
the gate for him to drive in.
Zainab couldn’t help but stare in confusion. “Are we changing
cars or what?” She asked.
“Nope… I have just one car na. What gave you that
“Errr… Shouldn’t we be heading to wherever you are taking me
to and not parking your car in you compound?”
“This is ‘wherever I’m taking you to. Just follow my lead.” He
Zainab wanted to protest but didn’t. This date just got quite
interesting she thought.
The both walked into the house and Henry took her to the
kitchen. She sat on a chair staring at him as he filled a pot with
water and placed it on the fire.
“What are you doing?” She asked.
“I’m boiling the pot.” He said sarcastically.
“No, seriously? Shouldn’t we be on our date by now?”
“This is the date,” Henry said. “I’m going to cook for you now
then we would go to the dining table and eat.” Henry replied
“This is what you had planned!” Zainab exclaimed.
“Can you even cook?” Zainab asked.
“I’m not entirely sure but I plan on finding out now…”
“What do you want to cook?”
“Promise me you won’t laugh and I’ll tell you.” Henry replied
with a wink.
“I promise.”
“Well, I’m cooking Indomie Noodles and Egg.”
For the second time that night, Zainab bursted out into an
uncontrollable laughter. “And you filled the pot with water? Do
you plan on cooking one carton?” She asked between
Henry scratched his head in response. “I thought that…”
“Get away from there let me teach you how to cook Indomie.”
Zainab cut in as she stood up and walked towards the gas
She emptied half of the water from the pot into the sink and
place it back on the fire. “Where is the Indomie?”
“Wait… Wait… Wait oh! I plan on cooking for you and I plan on
doing that, you can tell me how to cook it but you ain’t cooking
it. So tell me what to do next.” Henry said with a false serious
face, trying his best not to smile.
“You know you are a clown right?” Zainab replied.
Before Henry could think of a reply, Zainab phone went life as it
She went to purse and brought out her phone.
“Hello?” She asked and listened to caller.
Henry watched as the smile on her face faded.
Immediately as she dropped the phone she slumped to the
“What happened?” He asked.
“My brother… My brother… My brother…” Was all she kept on
repeating as if in shock.


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Updated: Dec 8, 2016 — 1:25 pm

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