In case you're sitting down somewhere soft wondering what my big plan was/is, then you've not been following this story religiously.
Did I mention to you that Isaac was a law graduate? He attended one of the most prestigious universities in the country, which he graduated as the best in his class, and proceeded to law school, also finishing best, told you he was a genius, then that would leave a question in your mind about how he’s stuck in this ghetto with me, pay attention to his story because I’m about to unravel a significant part of my plan for you.
How I got to know about this story was over beers and women in a prostitute coven at No 42. His caretaker Tao was unwilling to divulge the information, and to date, Isaac doesn’t know I knew about his past, which was the primary reason I befriended him as a friend. Convincing Tao to spill such a thing wasn’t a difficult task as the prostitutes have told me about his weakness, for beer and the something underneath their legs. However, 'His thing is shorter than his tongue, he doesn’t seem to last beyond a few seconds, he doesn’t sleep with us, we just touch him there, and he’s kaput!’ Exactly the words of madam Sharp, chief prostitute, she told me this. At the time, I tried rewiring her room. The last guy who did, did a fantastic job of almost electrocuting a customer who decided the best style in his book of ‘Kama Sutra’ was to do something called wall-climb sex, don’t ask me what it is, as I can’t demonstrate, long story short, he was transported to Dr. Chuk’s pharmacy with his manhood still standing, with the rest of his body convulsing from electric shock. I laughed so hard that day, but I got invaluable knowledge that Tao knows everything about all the tenants in the house he manages for Pa Lamidi; it turned out Tao had worked as a clerk in a law firm years earlier. The law firm belonged to Isaac’s father. You see how much information you can get from befriending a prostitute? So I just needed to push the right buttons, and the story of Isaac’s past fell through, Tao’s lips so far his belly was filled with beer and his manhood hard like wood.
Isaac was a champion in his father’s firm. Also, in the courtroom, judges admired him, and prosecutors feared him. He was a true son of his father, a respected and influential lawyer, who was known to have never lost any cases, regardless of how low the odds stacked against him were. Isaac was following in his footsteps as the only child; it wasn’t news that he was his father’s favorite person in the world. But then tragedy struck. He lost his mother. She was the crown jewel of his life. This powerful force pushed him and motivated him, with her gone, he lost every will to continue, he was mourning her when he became hooked to drugs, the great Isaac had fallen several meters short of his father’s steps and broke the man’s heart very much. First, he lost a wife and then a son. After much persuasion from his greedy relatives, he decided to remarry, at least have someone to keep him company. Still, his new wife and relatives colluded in creating a rift between father and son, a rift so deep that chased the son into exile at Maje O Baje street crescent.
Isaac no longer did drugs, but right now, he hated everything that had to do with law or lawyers; in general, I figured he’s rebelling against his past life. He also mentions whenever he was drunk or sad about how someone, who he trusted the most, betrayed his trust, and I figured he was speaking about his father. One day while we all teased him about Mari-gold, he explained to his defense that she reminded him so much about someone he once held dear. He couldn’t forgive himself for abandoning her when she needed him the most, so Mari-gold is his wild card towards redemption, and he’s equally starting his life all over with her. That seemed like a hindrance to my plans because I want him to use his father’s influence and also his experience to help my future life. I know it’s selfish, but Bidemi warned me to be smart, and I’m doing just that, so don’t judge me.
(Present day)
Lying on my bed, with my head resting on Iya-Toheeb’s butt, she has not been home for the past two days, and we've just been enjoying ourselves. When I'm not nacking her, I'm busy thinking about my plans. She's been extremely horny these past few days, which isn't weird because the Iya-Toheeb I know is one very horny woman. Although we already defined our relationship as strictly sexual and transactional, from how she reacts to my thrusts, I can sense that Iya-Toheeb was somewhat feeling emotional, or maybe she mourned the relationship between her and Simbi by every thrust; I wouldn't exactly know. I was about, getting some water when I felt her hands move to my manhood, this was the fourth round today, and it wasn't even noon yet; as much as I wanted this, I didn't exactly think she would be this distracting, my thought process has been divided, I decided to devise a plan to rid her away for the time being, but let me first satisfy her current sexual needs, before she becomes a thorn in my flesh, she could be persuasive when she's horny.
After a while of intense foreplay and mind-blowing sex, my manhood went limp and sore, we both orgasmed. She slept almost immediately, snoring loudly; I sent a quick text to Isaac, 'Tell the guys to come to my place, tell them to say there's an emergency’ then I hit send, almost immediately, my phone beeped, it was Isaac 'What's up?’ I replied, 'Iya-Toheeb.’ A few minutes later, I heard loud knocks on my door; my guys were around, then I opened for them, and they started this theatrics display about how my uncle was sick. I immediately woke Iya-Toheeb, who was sleeping soundly; she was first taken aback by the presence of my friends in the room, then asked what was wrong. I explained to her that my uncle was sick. I needed to leave immediately, so she should dress up so I can lock up. She said, 'Don’t worry, I'll stay here, you'll meet me when you're back’ almost as if it were jinxed myself and my friends screamed in unison 'No’ she was shocked by the reply then grudgingly asked that they leave the room so she could dress up appropriately, my plan had worked. She began to shed tears when we were alone in the room, talking about how lonely she was since Simbiat left and how her useless husband wasn’t always around, and she asked me a funny question, ‘don’t you care about my mental health?’ Then I became lost and wondered when my manhood became a psychological tool for checking mental health; maybe I need to update my CV and add this new skill to the numerous penile skills I currently possess, 'mental health rod’ For someone who didn’t care about her daughter because of my manhood, Iya-Toheeb was such a selfish woman.
After Iya-Toheeb had left, my friends and I began gisting about everything I’ve missed the past few days I spent away, all the gossips of things that happened in the area, including how Fatima, the daughter of the woman who sells ‘akara,’ who was darker than charcoal when she left for the university, was already as bright as a 40watts bulb. However, her knuckles and elbows were still in perpetual darkness, not my word, theirs.
By early evening we decided to visit Easy’s viewing center. Chelsea was playing against Liverpool, and it was going to be a tough one; Shuaib and Baptista already placed a bet, Shuaib for Liverpool, Baptista for Chelsea, Baptista had worn his old, wrinkled, faded Chelsea jersey, that has seen better days, according to him he only wore that jersey on special occasions, such as this. However, to my knowledge, the last time he wore it, Chelsea had lost 6-2 to Man U. To our relief, the match ended in a draw. However, two people were involved in a bloody fight, at the viewing center when one called the mother of the other a prostitute, let’s just say one person is without front teeth now.
My friends and I decided to hang out at Ini’s joint after leaving the viewing center since we’ve not been there for days since the drunk incident with Baptista; we’ve not finished our first cup of palm wine when a young girl ran into the shop screaming, 'Baba-Toheeb don catch magun, he is currently barking like a dog.’
Baba Toheeb and Iya Toheeb are perfect for each other.
Baba toheeb and it's toheeb are running each other street 🤣🤣