The Good Life serialization begins
Apart from that even, the internal
memo the boss issued last week reiterated clearly that more cargo ships were
coming in this week and it should mean a lot of work for them as he expected
them to get a lot of the ensuing work and thereby proceeds from clearing the
cargoes.
Uba shut off the yapping machine.
He had a hangover and knew he would only feel better after having a cold bath.
If it was a morning he wasn’t going to the office early, he could have remedied
the hangover by having a green bottle, but he was going to the office so that
would be tactless.
Getting up reluctantly, with his
mind constantly reminding him that the clock was ticking away fast if he wanted
to get to the office on time, he saw his eyes were bloodshot and swollen in the
large square mirror on the wall and memories of the previous day played back in
his head and brought forth a slight smile to his face.
Yesterday was fun-filled for him
as he and his latest girlfriend, Dupe Martins, had rollicked and frolicked
about town all day. Dupe was a big girl that a man could count himself lucky to
be dating, so whatever she wanted, Uba had to do it just to make her happy and
prove he was worthy of being her man. And yesterday she had wanted what she
termed a proper day out on the town.
The cost didn’t concern her, of
course. That was Uba’s business. And so the day began when she arrived at his
Tejuosho, Yaba pad first thing in the morning and they made love like two
people who hadn’t done so in years; so hard Uba could have sworn his neighbours
must have felt his bed creaking the brunt of their exertions.
Then they hit the town firstly
with breakfast at a swanky restaurant, followed by Dupe showing him off to two
of her classy friends who ended up having lunch with them at another swanky
restaurant and accompanying them to the cinema as well to see the latest
trending movie.
Then Dupe discharged her friends
and they headed to the club where she was all over him with PDA, raunchy
dancing, constant cooing into his ears that she had never loved anyone the way
she loved him, dinner of course, and then ended up the day around 11.30pm with
another steamy lovemaking session at her own apartment in the Iwaya side of
Yaba from where he took a late night commercial motorcycle, popularly called
okada, to Tolu, Ajegunle where he had his main apartment because it was closer
to his office.
He was only able to lock his door
and most importantly, set his alarm clock before he fell onto his bed after
barely unhitching himself of his clothes and shoes and was snatched into a deep
sleep of the spent straight away.
Note: This is the first page of the Oseyiza
Oogbodo book, The Good Life. More excerpts to follow on this blog. It, and other Oogbodo books, are available on Amazon through the link:
https://kdp.amazon.com/en_US/bookshelf
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