Jason: Sex & Drugs (part one)

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Opening my eyes was harder than it should be, but when I did, I
heard voices.
Both within and outside my head.
I was in a tent like structure made of wood. The floor was clay and the roof was
aluminium sheets.

A Danfo bus was packed outside the tent-like structure.
My mouth was dry and tongue felt very heavy.
I was lying on a piece of rag. The clothes I was putting on, I couldn't remember having them.
I didn't know where I was, then it dawned on me……I didn't even know
who I was.

I sat up with a probing pain at the back of my head telling me it was a bad idea.
As the voices got clearer, I realized I was in a motor park.
The people outside were screaming ‘Abuja’, ‘okene’, ‘Auchi’…I passed
out.

When I woke up, it was already dark. Some people sat beside me.
While some were eating, others were smoking, a few had little
bottles of gin with them. They seemed to ignore me as I looked at
them. I had my eyes fixed on one dude in particular.

He had ugly tribal marks and spoke really fast. They all seemed to listen to him as spoke.
I tried to talk but I couldn't.
My throat hurt. My head was hurting badly, running my hands through my head I felt stitches
and something that could have been a gash.

Touching it hurt but it looked like the only link to my past. I guess it was really late because some of the guys around started leaving, others slept on benches and some on the floor.
A couple of others entered the danfo parked outside.

That was when she came in.
I didn't know who she was but I knew she was coming straight
for me.
She held a plate in her right hand and a satchet of water
on her left.
She was brown in complexion, with full bosoms and
piercing eyes with heavily applied Tiro.

‘Eat’, she said gently like I was a kid. I had a million questions to
ask her but I couldn't talk just yet. What came out of my mouth
was incoherent. Even my goddam name would have been fine.

Why cant she just say my name?
She noticed my pain as she placed her hand on d stitches on my
head and caressed it.

‘Please eat, you will say everything you want to later, we have
more questions for you then you have for us’, she said in Yoruba.
I freaking knew she was speaking Yoruba, I could also perfectly
understand her. That was d first clue I had of my past.

I was a Yoruba boy or I have lived in Yoruba land for a while. Secondly
and a little troubling, I liked bosoms.
I woke up in between a guy on singlets, whose snores must have
been the reason why I woke up, and the girl who had brought me
food earlier.

Across the tent were some other people sleeping on a piece of rag like we did.
I took a look at the guy on singlets, his slightly exposed mouth
was almost crashing into my nose.

He had bushy brows and a
thin moustache. He looked handsome. I tried to remember how I
looked but I couldn't. Then it occurred to me that seeing my face
might bring back memories.

I stood up and it was surprisingly
easy, I tiptoed so as not to wake all the people scattered around
me. My aim was to get to the danfo and look at the mirror.

Unfortunately its side mirrors were broken.
I decided against looking at the windows because of the people
sleeping inside. The only other option was for me to step outside
the tent.

Though majority of the cars park's populace were asleep. A few
were awake. Sitting on car bonnets, smoking and listening to Fuji
Music. As I walked down trying to ignore the glares! I saw the
guy with the ugly tribal marks sitting by himself, I wanted to
meet him and ask a couple of questions but decided against it.

Instead I saw a Sienna car that had good mirrors and approached
it.
I was shocked when I looked at my face. I didn't look like a
Yoruba boy. I noticed I was light skinned earlier but my face was nothing nice to behold. I had light brown eyes, almost like an albinos. But I had black hair, So I wasnt an albino. I looked old enough to vote but too young to marry.

A group of Igbo smokers were getting to were I was so I decided
to go back to my tenth. When I passed by the tribal mark guy, he
was asleep, but his phone was pouring out religious Yoruba
music. The phone looked very big and loud, almost like a
miniature TV.

On getting to the tent, I realised that the singlet guy and the food
lady were having a , he had shifted to my position and they
didn't notice I was approaching.

So I stopped and went through
the other side of the danfo, beyond their eyes. I was hoping that
by eaves dropping, I would hear some clues of who I was.

Food girl: what if somebody wakes up or just enters the tent, you
know Alhaji has said no park boy should have s*x here

Singlet boy: But I wanna have s*x, Alhaji is in d hotel opposite us
with two girls, because he can afford it. Baby you know this job
requires renewal of the body every now and then

Food girl: so I am what?..a thing for renewal?

Singlet guy: No, you are my future wife na, as soon as I have a
bus of my own. You know since that guy came, we have not been
having regular s*x o.

Hearing him refer to me, I got excited, expected her to say
something that will trigger more info. I was disappointed.

Food girl: oya come , before you go and sleep with Bose again,
saying its because of starvation.
As she said this, he smiled and watch her fold up her skirt to
reveal white lace panties.

I didn't expect that she would look that
clean beneath. He hurriedly pulled down his sokoto to reveal a
Chelsea adorned boxers.

As she pulled her panties, he was
uprising, waiting to meet her.
I realised there was a swelling in my ugly looking trousers.
Then she moaned as he penetrated her....

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