Hi, everyone. This is the second episode of the new feature series, Diary of a Jumoke by Abdulwahab Olajumoke. Look out for Episode 3 next week Tuesday. Do give this a read and let me know your thoughts in the comments section.
Three Months Earlier
I met Freddy at a beach party organized by my flat mate’s friend. Actually I hated the girl somehow. She always acted superior, like she owned the entire universe. She was not even as pretty as I am.
Shade my flat mate had convinced me that the party was going to be fun. Besides I could meet a lot of rich guys there. Meeting rich guys was what got me to agree to come. I won’t be so stupid to pass a chance of swimming in a pool full of wealthy fishes because of one stupid girl who had bleached every part of her body, including her brain.
We were half way into the party when he arrived. He was tall and muscular and I would have mistaken him for Vin Diesel if not for his dark skin tone.
I had been watching his every move since he arrived and I noticed the way the muscle in his back moved elegantly when he walked.
“His name is Freddy. He is Tega’s cousin.” Shade whispered to my ear when she saw how I was gawking at him.
Tega was the name of her friend who was having the beach party; the one that I disliked.
Not that I was a fan of muscular guys but then this Freddy guy was Tega’s cousin. That meant only one thing; he was definitely going to be rich.
Without wasting time, I stood up from where I was sitting and walked towards him flaunting my killer bikini body as I walked. Many eyes were on me, or should I say many eyes were on my booty.
Yes, I was aware that any guy would drop dead to touch my booty but this time I was not in for any kind of stupid hookups not when I had a candidate in mind.
“Can I have a seat?” I asked with a perfected British accent.
Anybody would have thought I was born and bred outside the country.
As Shade would put it, my packaging game was hyper tight.
He looked up from his phone and I could swear his eyes were squarely on my cleavage.
The sharp girl that I was, I tilted my body to an angle closer to his face giving him a full view of my assets. Instantly, he gestured to an empty sit beside him.
“Have a sit babe.” he mouthed as his eyes surveyed my drop dead physique.
He seemed to be pleased with what he saw.
I could see the loathing look Tega gave me when she saw that I was with her cousin. I cared less though. I was going all the way down with this one.
We talked for quite a while and all through I had worn my Victoria secret model look.
During our conversation, I learned that he was an only child and the sole heir to his father’s fortune. That piece of information inspired me more to stay in the quest.
After a while, he told me he wanted to be on his way home.
I was not going to allow him leave without giving him a delicacy from the honey pot. He was too valuable not to have a taste.
I stood up and pulled on his hand seductively, pressing my booty against him intentionally. I told him I wanted to see his car and he seemed to have gotten the message.
Five minutes later, we were inside his car tearing at each other like angry birds.
The dude was a perfectionist. He knew how to do his thing and I was impressed.
The fact was that he had gotten deep into the honey pot and he was sure going to come back for more. So we became a regular. He was a bit older than i was but not old enough to be called a sugar daddy.
On my last birthday, he had gifted me with a Range Rover. I was slightly annoyed though. I had actually thought he would buy me a new car instead of him giving me the one he had been using before.
But as the saying goes half bread is better than none. I had accepted the car in good faith.
Freddy on the other hand is a hard core womanizer. He kept women of all shapes and sizes. I won’t blame him, he’s just too handsome not to womanize and besides, as far as I am concern, all guys are womanizers. Every single one of them.
I was in for the money though so he could sleep with every girl on the planet for all I care. As long as the money keeps rolling in, I’ll continue to be the best sugar baby he had ever met.
The cherry fragrance that greeted me as I entered the car made me remember my Mum’s room back home and I missed her for a split second.
It was his deep voice that jerked me back to reality.
“You seem to be in a hurry.”
“Where are you heading to?” he asked.
“Club 44,” I replied.
“Hope you don’t mind dropping me there?” I added.
This guy should just shut up and drive joor.
I didn’t have time for small talks. As it was, I had numerous missed calls on my phone already. Rukky had called me like a million times and then there was Freddy. The idiot had been calling me nonstop for the past five minutes. His womanizing sense should tell him to follow the directions I sent to him and pick his car.
His calls are just annoying me. I had planned to bounce back on him later but first I need to get to Club 44 as soon as possible.
The guy was saying something about the traffic but I was not listening. I was oblivious of my environment that I even forgot to finish my survey on him to determine if he was worthy of hanging on to.
I was relieved when he finally pulled over in front of the famous Club 44. I rushed through a thank you speech that I was barely conscious of.
My mind was elsewhere.
I alighted from the car and was about going when he stopped me and gave me his complimentary card.
The name I saw on the card squeezed the oxygen out of my lungs. My eyes instantly did a 360 in their sockets.
Dapo Badejo, the owner of Swanky Cloth line, had given me a lift but I was too occupied to even notice.
What on earth was I thinking?
Before I could get over my shock, he had zoomed off and I just stood there staring like a scarecrow.
I had caught a big fish without any effort.
Rukky’s call came in again making me sweep what had just happened to the back of my mind.
“First things first,” I thought.
I have business to handle and Dapo Badejo could wait a while.
*joor – a Yoruba word that indicates please
Abdulwahab Olajumoke is a Mathematics and Statistics student from The Federal Polytechnic, Ilaro who just concluded her National Diploma Program. Her interest lies in reading articles and novels of all kinds which has in turn prompted her to keep pursuing her career in writing.
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