30 Days And 30 Nights – Episode 2

30 Days And 30 Nights Episode 2

 

 

When he had driven about thirty minutes away from home and knew there was no way he could be convinced to turn around, he finally picked her call. “Hello.” He said in a calm voice.

“Efe, what’s wrong with you?” She shouted out.

“What?” He barked back at her.

“I’m at your place. I’ve been knocking and calling for the past 10 minutes.”

“I’m not home. I thought I told you that.”

“It’s a lie. You’re always home by this time.”

“Well, sorry, I’m not home this time around.”

She went quiet as if she had calmed down to listen to the background and notice the noise of cars driving by. “Where are you? It’s 9pm. You hardly go out this late.”

“I had to go…”

“Efe!” She shouted out, cutting him off. “Susan wants to attack me.”

“Wait, what? How did she get out of her cage?”

“Did you tell her I broke up with you?”

He couldn’t help but laugh at what she said. He was about to tell her he would be home soon, but the old man’s face flashed through his mind. Even though he knew he could probably hold himself back from having sex with her if he went back home, he knew they might probably make out, and he didn’t know if that would go against what he was meant to do. “Susan. Susan. Tsk, tsk, tsk.” He heard Maggie say.

“Susan has recognized me now.” She said with a little laugh.

“That’s good. I guess she reacted to your loud threatening voice earlier.”

“What?”

“Yea, you had a loud voice when you first came on the phone.”

“Oh! Okay. So, will you come back now?”

He was quiet for a while, then said, “I’m sorry Maggie…I’m really far away from home.” When she didn’t say anything back, he added, “I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay.”

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He got back to the front of his house around 9:30 pm, and as he was about to drive in, he remembered he still had to make something to eat, so he changed his mind and kept driving down the express way. His house was actually the same house he had lived in as a kid. His father built it along the express when the place was a new sight about 30 years ago, now the whole place was developed as it was one of the major expressways that connected Lagos and Ogun state. Banks had approached the family with mouth watering offers to acquire the house, but his elder siblings were not in support of it. They were five kids. He had two elder brothers, and two younger sisters. His sisters were married, and his twin elder brothers were in America, so he lived in the 5 room duplex all by himself.

He drove his army green Toyota 4Runner into the new fast food joint that had opened along his expressway during Christmas period a couple of weeks ago. The place had a Shawarma spot by the side of the main building, and he planned to grab a medium size Shawarma for the night. He parked facing the main building, turned off the car, and stepped out of the SUV. He was heading towards the side of the bungalow when he heard the sound of Hip Hop music. He turned around and saw a black BMW pulling into the car park a little too fast.

He kept walking, but turned around again when he heard the thin voice of a girl shouting. A thick girl in her early twenties dressed in a white tight fitting gown came out of the front passenger’s side of the car and slammed the door. She started walking away from the car, then turned around and hastened her pace when she saw the guy that had been driving the car was out. When Efe looked well, he saw it wasn’t a guy, but actually a girl dressed like a guy. The slim girl was in ripped sky blue skinny jeans, a black tank top, black face cap, and a gold chain swinging around her neck as she rushed to catch up with her friend.

Before Efe knew what was happening, the thick girl had run up behind him, using him as a shield. “Calm down! What’s wrong?” Efe said to the tomboy dressed girl as she approached.

“Yes! I like guys too. What do you want to do about it?” The thick girl shouted out from behind Efe.

Her friend was hyperventilating now, but she didn’t say anything.

“Yes. I like guys.” She said again, and then started rubbing her hands around Efe’s chest, with her breasts pressed up on his back. He gently tried to pull her hands away from his white t shirt while trying to calm her friend down, but she kept running her hands through his body with the intentions of angering her friend.

“Stop!!!” Efe shouted out all of a sudden and it startled the two girls; the one that had been behind him, left his side, and moved a few feet away from him, looking at him strangely. The tomboy was also looking at him, with confusion on her face. Then a chubby lady in khaki shorts and red t shirt with a white Nike swoosh sign came out of the food joint, shouting incoherent words. She had a speech impediment, but it was clear to Efe that she was used to the two girls fighting and was tired of them. Just then, a police van pulled into the car park of the fast food restaurant.

 

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It happened that the owner of the place was friends with the police DPO of the area, and a police van was sent in every night they were closing late to escort them home. Efe was sitting on a bench by the Shawarma spot now, waiting for his order. From following what was going on, he guessed the lady with the khaki shorts was the owner of the joint, and the girl that had been holding him earlier was her daughter.

“It will soon be ready sir.” The Shawarma guy shouted out and it made Efe turn around to look at him; when he looked forward again, by the wall he saw the girl in the white gown throwing up and her lover by her side, holding up her hair. He had smelt liquor on her breath earlier, and knew she had been drinking. The girl’s mom came out of the restaurant, looked at her, hissed, and headed towards the Shawarma spot, with a frown on her face. “Where is Mr. Soji?” She said with a bit of a lisp. The Shawarma guy shook his head and said he didn’t know. Then she said something about them running out of eggs.

Efe didn’t know when he said, “Do you need eggs ma?”

She looked at him curious for a few seconds, and then nodded.

“I sell eggs.”

“Well we have our supplier, but if you can get me 10 crates right now, I’ll be very happy.”

“I can.” Efe said as he got off the bench he was sitting on. He had twenty crates in the boot of his SUV. He had tried to supply them to one his customers in the area earlier that day, but didn’t meet her.

“Do you live around here?” The woman said, studying Efe.

“Yes. But the eggs are actually in my car.” He said.

The woman’s focus shifted to a short man in his thirties approaching them. He was corporately dressed in white long sleeve shirt, tucked into brown colored slacks, and flat sole brown loafers. With a frown on her face she said, “Soji, you are very lucky, I would have fired you this night.” She turned to Efe and said, “He will handle this.” She was heading off, then turned around and walked back. She pulled out a blackberry phone from her baggy khaki shorts and said, “Please, give me your number.”

“Okay ma.” Efe said, collected the phone, punched in his number, and handed the phone back to her.

“These people that are always disappointing us, maybe we can call you once in a while.” She said in a low voice as she stored Efe’s number on her phone. “Okay. Thank you. I’ll call you.” She added and walked off.

“Sir, you are Godsend!” The short man said excitedly as he and Efe approached the 4Runner. “My madam would have sacked me.” He added. Efe smiled as he opened his SUV trunk, carried the crates of egg, and put them on the floor, five crates at a time. They discussed price, and the man was surprised his crate of egg was fifty Naira cheaper than the price they usually got them for. He counted eight one thousand Naira bills and handed them over to Efe, thanked him once again before walking off carrying five of the crates.

Efe went off to get his Shawarma, and by the time he got back, the guy had come back to get the remaining crates. A smile was on his face as he drove out of the premises of fast food restaurant.

 

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