Just a Crack (6)


I simply look at the ice roll down the fanta that Efya has brought out from her fridge to serve to the serpents sitting right before me.

To my amazement they acted like everything would be ok between us all, in her words” after all its been 5 years 6 months”

Jacqueline looked like in the last 5 years all she did was smoke crack, while Djimon beat her and he looked like he swallowed a truck.

Torn out of my reverie by Jacqueline’s irritating laughter, I try to piece together whatever nonsense had been so funny.

“ you know Efya, you and your brother were the light of my life and I was devastated when you left me 3 years ago” she turns to me, “ Ajifa, my heart went out to you every day from the day you left us”

I look at her with such disgust. “so this same heart didn’t go out to me when your boyfriend was choke rapping me ehn? And explicitly performing his BDSM crap on me?”

Just a Crack (5)



5 years later.

Its official, I had become a graduate of History and International Relations and boy, did it feel good! I threw my cap up in the air with my mates and felt the wave of freedom envelop me. I looked back at the row for Efya and baba (who insists he be called Marvin) they both looked teary eyed. Efya was more so happy knowing where we came from and how this was almost an impossibility.

She was already enrolled at the University of Lagos studying statistics and I was the proudest I could have ever been of her.

I thought of the life I had built for myself and my siblings, it wasn’t too shabby. A beautiful house in Lekki Phase 1, a nice range rover sport, and a mini cooper, Marvin was in one of the best schools in Lagos and Efya was in her own rented and furnished apartment off campus.

We had everything we needed and there was nothing anyone could do to take this away from us. I had worked my back to the bone and I was damn proud of my achievements.

Just a Crack (4)



I should have guessed, she would simply ask me at random times, how much I had been able to gather and I would tell her foolishly, everything I had saved up

Well now here I was, in the biggest mess I thought I was ever going to be. After three months working as an escort and four months with Amaka. She had vanished and left me with a debt of N200,000.

Funny as that was the exact amount I had made over the months. From house rent to shopping debts, to money lent, Amaka left me in the wind to dry and all the people who had come to collect were not playing games, they wanted their money and they wanted it now.

Settling all those debts was the hardest thing I had to do with my money, I had planned to go back for my siblings when I had made enough money but I guess no such luck this time around.

Amaka may have vanished but she did have a great clientele and she did leave me with plenty knowledge on the art of seduction.

I was going to get back in the game with such a vengeance…even Amaka would bow to me when next she saw me.

This was my gift to myself on my 16th birthday.