Virgin Girl; My First Time!

by Collins Etoh

I sat on the edge of his clean carved chair that was painted brown and looked so expensive, crossed my legs so that the left was on top of the right, and my hands were safely placed on the cap. I knew this wasn’t going to be a funny ride, but at least Tayo had encouraged that I tried as much I could to enjoy it, after all what harm could it bring to a fighter like me, a desperate lady like myself that sought after fame like the United States after oil. I actually didn’t care of anything other thing at the moment, but what I needed to do to push my way to limelight.

 

I carefully observed the house, and made sure I was at the right place. I heard he was the best man in the game, and if I was to make it quick he was the person I was supposed to be seeing. And that I was sure I was going to be doing more often. 

 

That Morning (Part 2)

by Collins Etoh

The sounds of chirping birds, noisy commuters and passing mechanic-stricken cars 

irked my sense of hearing and somehow I was forced out of my coma state. It took me 

about ten minutes to gather some strength to get up from where I had lay helplessly, 

drained in my own blood. As I tried to sit up, I simultaneously was desperate to know 

where exactly I was. But the noise increased and it hurt my hearing, I couldn’t actually 

rely on my eyes as I continued to see this red coloured thing like I was in an art gallery 

where the artist had made messy use of the colour.