Action in Calabar episode 2

Action in Calabar episode 2
Written By Adedamola Yusuf…
Jeez! Finally in the very popular Muritala Mohammed Airport in Lagos; Thirteen hours felt like 13years on the very miserable flight; I sat next to a coughing patient and it was just too horrible an experience. I couldn’t complain because then; I will be the sociopath and anti-humanity brute, I had to take it all.
I dashed for the door as soon as I heard we have landed. I got out to get fresh air, I moved to the exit and I was hit with an awful din by the hundreds of taxi drivers, all advertising their charter service.
It was at night, so without wasting time, I got one and requested he take me to any nearby h0tel to pas-s the night. I insisted it should be somewhere close to the airport because of my flight to Calabar this next day.
After struggling to un-derstand my accent, the bald short man obliged and took me to a very exquisite h0tel, some place that felt and looked like London. I got comfortable immediately, had my bath, ru-bbe-d my very toned b©dy with my night lotion, and de-ep down, I wished the taxi man hit on me; truly hoped that the he would pas-s the night.
I was hor-nyfor reasons i cannot explain. I connected to the h0tel’s pas-sword, skyped my folks, and watched some h0t Adult movie that turned me the Fork on and i f!ngered myself to pulp. My cl!toris was fire red and rivulets of jui-ces dr!pp£din appreciation of my good f!nger work.
After my self service, I sle-pt off immediately unclad and without washing up. The stink of Kittycat lulling me to a de-ep and yearning sleep. I dreamt of raging c0cks and insane S£x.
Up early and out in my friend’s car to the airport, my flight is 10am but because of the tireless traffic in Lagos, I want to be in the airport’s vicinity early enough so nothing will stall me. My good friend is my driver and his joy in doing this for me was very palpable, countless times, he professed how much he is happy for me. He was sure this has in it, more blessing than I envisaged.
It was seeming like my mom hired him to do this because he really sounds like her. My over caring mother on the other hand kept calling and texting, torrents of prayers was unleashed on me and myl-ips is getting tired of saying amen, her co-pastors also saw it good to call me and re-lease yet another tsunami of prayers on me. Their prayers had something in common, they all included in it that i get also a good girl in Calabar like I have gotten a good job there, the same thing Ndifreke was telling me as he drove.
He advertised how beautiful, girls from his state are, and how well they cook and effusively, he told me about their performance in be-d, how firm their as-ses and Bosom were, and he practically sold me up on them.
This was my morning in a nutshell, and he went as far as to save some numbers on my phone, and even encouraged me to call them and linkup with them. I was just looking; totally overwhelmed from both ends.
OMG! This is not happening right now! I got up late, maybe from overdose of ecstasy I got from the f!nger job I gave my self. it is 7:30am and I have a 8:20am flight to catch! I rushed throu-gh bathing and got prepared. This is the fastest I have done in my entire life. I got out and its now 8:00am, the notorious Lagos traffic stared right at my face and I know for sure that I am in trouble! Fork!
My cab man wors£ned my dilemma by saying he cannot come because of traffic impendimments. I have just 15mins to reach the damn airport. Im in a crazy fix!
I use to think I have this innate way to find solutions and make swift decisions to situations, but it dawned on me that I am just a beneficiary of enabling environment like London. Lagos is different and Damn it is hostile too! These were my thoughts in complacency, I even thought that God was trying to punish me for my misguided act yesterday.
In the middle of my forlorn, I waved a car and driver parked beside me, with my eyes full with tears; I walked to the window, now my eyes couldn’t hold back the tears, “plea-se, I am late and I have a plane to catch, plea-se; help me get out of this place, I beg you” I said this praying fervently in my heart that they are not illiterates. The gentleman on the driver’s side wind down and declared the best news in the world to me, “we are headed to the airport, come in,” My heart thudded in great joy.