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Tuesday, 28 February 2017

Action in Calabar 1


Life as a struggling actor can be frustrating which clearly explains the meaning of struggle. Those days you go hungry just so you get transport fare for auditions, those demeaning things one had to do to make career ends meet, no cash was coming in but the joy of doing what you love maximized the utility I craved for.

I studied Theater Arts in the prestigious university of Ibadan, took numerous courses in the field of film and Cinematography and also acquired some skill in practical by joining various drama groups. knowledge wise, I am rich, and I've been told countless times that I am the future of moving pictures and it is better in my hands than anyone.
Despite my formidable CV in the theater world, I still haven't gotten my big break, the industry does not know me, I have been in front of cameras but not with ace directors or the big cakes in the industry, so many free jobs I did to just send my name out there to someone who will love me enough to believe in me.

This wait of mine is five years and it has start to mess with my being, I kept on going but instead of getting what I want, i got the flip side of the coin, offers were coming but as a lecturer! This was good news to people around me but It wasn't to  me, it made me feel like I never will live that life I dream of daily, my mother managed to convince me, saying it could be a blessing in disguise and I should see it more as an encouragement and not a curse.
My mom is a pastor and she knows how to use to scripture to pass her message across, I was pinned to the edge of my thoughts until I start to reconsider being a lecturer in the theater arts, over time; I started to convince myself saying it is better than nothing.

I went through my emails on the eve of my birthday; I went through the mails sent to me by various institution, i weighed them and I considered the University of Calabar and the University of Abuja, both attractive and the pay was reasonable, first; I called the University of Abuja and they told me the offer was closed, the job have been given out. It didn't get me sad, instead I was irritated at myself for thinking a job offered to me nine months ago could still be available, I got discouraged and didn't call my second option, until I was persuaded again by my mother.

I called UNICAL and they confirmed to me that the job was still very much available and they have been praying I call. Reluctantly, I told them I will join them as soon as I can. A month later, after dangerous thoughts and further persuasions from folks and friends, I decided to go to Calabar, it seem to  be where God is for me.

I am here packing up my bags to journey back to Nigeria, my country but I am not sure I can call it home. I have stayed here in the United kingdom for twenty years, going back is both exciting and depressing simultaneously. I thought of going there to learn in detail about the culture and norms so as to project it in moving pictures, it is my way of standing distinct amidst the very competitive environment I am in; theater arts is a big deal here in the UK, so one need a strong and formidable symbol that will single you out as Unique. An excellent edge is needed.

After much deliberations, I was able to figure that I have all I need within me, I just have to harness the most potent factors to command the results I seek. Nigeria my country have over 200 ethnic groups with dynamic cultures, distinctly different from each other, the theater have not seen this and they have; they have not seen it from my perspective.
I made a lot of findings, I picked my nativity {Efik} as my focal point, It is going to  be my project. I have to show to the British filming academy why they should love not just my tribe but the other hundreds in the country. This entails I will be transferring to the university of Calabar for the next 18 months to make my dreams come through.

I am excited about that, but the fact that I am leaving my friends and folks here in London to stay with an Aunt I last saw when I was three was worrisome. I packed anyways and in company of my folks, I made my way to the airport. 13hrs flight journey was also making me loose my cool but Its going to worth the stress is the sentence I take solace in.

After bidding farewell and little outside cuddles, I moved towards the exit terminal to join the plane, it was then the most anticipated moment came to life, I wept for no definitive reason. Board the plane with feigned courage and strapped the fuvk up so as to journey to Nigeria and also journey in my thoughts for the next 13hrs.


After getting all the necessaries from the school such as my plane ticket, I packed up immediately. It is unprofessional to stall the school and since I am now a staff, there is a status-quo I must abide by..

I was given 72hrs to reach my place of work as the Vice Chancellor wanted to see me. I got the most available flight ticket to Calabar which was the following day by 7pm. I got all I thought I will need, and also went through the contact proposed to me by the school with my lawyer friend Ndifreke who also is a native of Calabar. We perused rigorously the 60 pages contract and he affirmed it was satisfactory and secure. I was gradually getting comfortable with the lecturing job, though it is mediocre but it is that half bread our people say is better than nothing.


Jeez! Finally in the very popular Muritala Mohammed Airport in Lagos; Thirteen hours felt like 13years on the very miserable flight; I sat next to a coughing patient and it was just too horrible an experience. I couldn't complain because then; I will be the sociopath and anti-humanity brute, I had to take it all.

I dashed for the door as soon as I heard we have landed. I got out to get fresh air, I moved to the exit and I was hit with an awful din by the hundreds of taxi drivers, all advertising their charter service.
It was at night, so without wasting time, I got one and requested he take me to any nearby hotel to pass the night. I insisted it should be somewhere close to the airport because of my flight to Calabar this next day.

After struggling to understand my accent, the bald short man obliged and took me to a very exquisite hotel, some place that felt and looked like London. I got comfortable immediately, had my bath, rubbed my very toned body with my night lotion, and deep down, I wished the taxi man hit on me; truly hoped that the he would pass the night.

I was horny for reasons i cannot explain. I connected to the hotel's password, skyped my folks, and watched some hot porn that turned me the fuck on and i fingered myself to pulp. My clitoris was fire red and rivulets of juices dripped in appreciation of my good finger work.
After my self service, I slept off immediately unclad and without washing up. The stink of pussy lulling me to a deep and yearning sleep. I dreamt of raging cocks and insane Sex.


Up early and out in my friend's car to the airport, my flight is 10am but because of the tireless traffic in Lagos, I want to be in the airport's vicinity early enough so nothing will stall me. My good friend is my driver and his joy in doing this for me was very palpable, countless times, he professed how much he is happy for me. He was sure this has in it, more blessing than I envisaged.

It was seeming like my mom hired him to do this because he really sounds like her. My over caring mother on the other hand kept calling and texting, torrents of prayers was unleashed on me and my lips is getting tired of saying amen, her co-pastors also saw it good to call me and release yet another tsunami of prayers on me. Their prayers had something in common, they all included in it that i get also a good girl in Calabar like I have gotten a good job there, the same thing Ndifreke was telling me as he drove.

He advertised how beautiful, girls from his state are, and how well they cook and effusively, he told me about their performance in bed, how firm their asses and breast were, and he practically sold me up on them.
This was my morning in a nutshell, and he went as far as to save some numbers on my phone, and even encouraged me to call them and linkup with them. I was just looking; totally overwhelmed from both ends.


OMG! This is not happening right now! I got up late, maybe from overdose of ecstasy I got from the finger job I gave my self. it is 7:30am and I have a 8:20am flight to catch! I rushed through bathing and got prepared. This is the fastest I have done in my entire life. I got out and its now 8:00am, the notorious Lagos traffic stared right at my face and I know for sure that I am in trouble! Fuck!

My cab man worsened my dilemma by saying he cannot come because of traffic impendimments. I have just 15mins to reach the damn airport. Im in a crazy fix!
I use to think I have this innate way to find solutions and make swift decisions to situations, but it dawned on me that I am just a beneficiary of enabling environment like London. Lagos is different and Damn it is hostile too! These were my thoughts in complacency, I even thought that God was trying to punish me for my misguided act yesterday.

In the middle of my forlorn, I waved a car and driver parked beside me, with my eyes full with tears; I walked to the window, now my eyes couldn't hold back the tears, "please, I am late and I have a plane to catch, please; help me get out of this place, I beg you" I said this praying fervently in my heart that they are not illiterates. The gentleman on the driver's side wind down and declared the best news in the world to me, "we are headed to the airport, come in," My heart thudded in great joy.

He helped with my luggage and my day in got saved a bit; my mien expressed tacitly that I was in no mood for discussing and I was glad the two men in the car was able to read and understand that, the journey therefore was quiet. We Got to the airport at exactly 8:30am, I am late I know, but I am still of high hopes that the flight maybe would be delayed.
Without dallying, I picked my bags from the car trunk, left in a frantic race without even closing the door. On getting to the ticket endorsement counter, I was told my flight left 10mins ago.

Unlike what I hear, the Nigerian air transports are as strugent as that in the UK! I was perplexed because I have to wait for the next flight which is 10am; and I have got an appointment by 12 noon. I dropped my bag in a secure spot and it occurred to me that I was famished and the brunt was that my fucking period came. How worse will today get?

I got to the airport eventually, not early enough but right on time to avoid any brouhaha for the non-refundable I have with me; activities are going on intensely but with an overwhelming silence, just machine beeping, keyboard chattering and teller prints disturbing the silence therein, I got my ticket endorsed, "seat number 34" the dark slim lady at the counter told me.

I found my way to the awaiting passenger seats, sat and reminsced on the brat Ndifreke gave a ride, she was annoying. No greeting nor warmth from her at all, No good byes, No thanks. She just left! She sat in the car like it belonged to her father.

I dislike people without simple and very common ettiquette, I can't believe she didn't even thank us for the ride, leaving the trunk and door open was the worst part of everything. Spoilt brat. I hate the fact that I was the one who convinced my friend to give her a ride; I was misled by her appearance. I thought she was relatable not knowing she is some choleric ass! Why do people with the most beautiful self have to be so cocky? A sexy girl with a well engineered, tall, hourglass figure like that be so annoying?

I was angry at her but that did not stop me from admiring her, I stared at her throughout the journey.. I was totally smitten. Using the mirror, she was spotlessly fair, brown eyes, her hair was long and brown; she was restless and constantly she gave me a glimpse of her nice set of racks. She wore a shirt that showed me glimpes of her cleavage whenever she moved.

Fair skinned girls aren't my spec but this particular one is making me reconsider! I wished to tell her she was beautiful, but the stupid smug she had on her face turned me off. I kept quiet all through the journey, so did Ndifreke. It was no need breaking my mind over some annoying 30mins crush.

I looked for the restroom to ease and my interesting nightmare came to me again. I saw this annoying crush of mine walking out from the restrooms' main door, in a new dress; red skimpy and flare gown, her averagely long and bald legs were in full display, shinning gold anklet framed her ankles beautifully, and a small handbag round well placed on her.
She had bonded her hair this time and was smiling at the security officer who probably told her how beautiful she was, "thank you" she said with a british accent, does she work here? Is she advertising something? - these are few among the millions of question running through my mind as I walked right passed her, I was too egoistic to say anything or maybe scared.

Finally! its 10am, the said time for the damn flight. Everyone just like me is tired of waiting, swiftly; we picked our bags and joined the boarding terminal, "passengers for Arik flight 2340 to Calabar, please make your way to the boarding terminal." This announcement made my heart leap for joy.

I Boarded the plane and found my seat, exactly where I didn't want it, near the window! seat number 33! I sat on the seat next to it and was praying fervently that the real owner of the seat is levelheaded. Pretty happy now that not even the wack  traffic  in Lagos, menstruation cramps or flight delay is ruining my day!

There's is a God somewhere, the joy isn't making me feel too much the pain I was getting from my flow, the dumbfuck came too early, I mourn a little at the cloth I had to abandon in the airport's toiler because of the stain, It is designer and it cost about $350! I am fine anyway; amidst the introspection I was having; I remembered i didn't even thank those guys that gave me a ride, totally skipped my mind, God bless them for me, I feel bad for that, they will have a wrong impression about me but again it is all good.

Somebody have got to be messing with me, is this one of Ndifreke's trick? My annoying crush is right on my seat?! This is beginning to spite me! But then, it is the best time to admire closely, not through any car mirror, but right next to me. "you are on my seat" I said trying to be a savage, "Oh! I am very sorry, I get nausea from seating near the window, I was hoping we could change seats, it will mean the world to me" - Something is wrong with me, nothing! I mean not even my angry nerves said no to her! - "No problem" I said to her even as I smiled, I actually smiled genuinely, where the hell is the rage I was having three minutes ago?!

I sat next to her after she said thank you, I was glad to hear that too, the plane seat made our hands contact and I was able to feel her opulent skin. It was easy to tell that this lady hadn't stayed in Nigeria for a decade.

I got a glimpse of her heavenly smile again as she was smiling as she scrolled her phone, typing on it simultaneously. The plane was helping me with my viewing tour, it was time to strap our seat belts and the belt rested right between her breasts.
The little force from the tightened belt pulled her soft cotton gown down a bit, Dear God! I saw the upper part of the bra supported breast and I was forced to sing a worship song in my heart, succulent looking, relatively fair and full, this is definitely what I will love for dessert every night of my life.

While I enjoyed this body inspection; I did not strap my seat belts well, and as the plane was gaining balance in the air, there was a jerk and I fell out of my seat, hitting my head against the fore seat. Oh Fuck! it was painful as hell, "OMG! Are you okay?" my annoying crush asked in her very smooth British accent, almost immediately; I said yes, and readjusted my position on my seat, and she leaned over to help me strap my seat belt. The mood I was in is too compromising to explain, I tell you!!

After the plane leveled properly in the air, she asked one of the air hostess for ice-pack and helped me place it on the affected area of my head, and as she did all these, she had her breast swaying all over my face, that is the most struggling situation of my life!
I struggled a lot with myself not to just grab the too attractive breast, "Why is it so full?" I asked loudly, she stared at me and said "it has to be, so it works well!" The answer suits my question but she was actually talking of the icepack! The pain relieved, it had no choice, the care was too deluxe!

She requested for my earpiece which was around my neck, I gave it to her staring at her, I gathered all the nerves to say "you are beautiful and thank you," she smiled and inserted the earpiece in her Ipod and leaned back to enjoy her flight, I did the same but I cannot deny the thoughts of her kept me stealing looks of her at too often intervals, I fell asleep after a while and dreamt of being buried in those succulent looking globes of flesh.
I woke up when one of the hostess tapped me, my crush was gone again and now with my earpiece, the funny thing is I wasn't even angry!

Finally in Calabar! alas! Home is definitely a feeling, the very oxygenated breeze that hit me.. Wow.. it was great to feel this way. I made my way with my bulky bags in search of my aunt who I want to believe is waiting for me. I didn't search long before I saw my name in a placard by a tall man in a suit. I was in an illusion to believe that my aunt the multi-millionaire film maker will actually wait for me on a very busy morning like this.

I approached the man, and my pussy ached a little as I got a closer to him.. He is the popular description of the Calabar men I have read and heard about; tall, glowing melanin skin, good smile, I just wish he can pick me up right now, lean against a wall and devour my pussy.. Deepen my dam with his sure to be long dick, thrust into me with undiluted African strength!

The imagination disturbed my walking steps and I slipped, the damn man I was daydreaming about grabbed me up in the face of the too curious Calabar audience. My knees totally turned into gel at his touch.

It felt like the closing scene of a fairy Shakespeare story.. he placed me carefully on one of the arranged chairs in the foyer. He just smiled at me gently and confiremed that im uduak.
He did all the load packing, helped me to the car.. Is this my aunt's driver? He's a hot drink of pure Sex. this man ought to be working with some modeling company, I am melting in his hands.. He got sweaty and I was wishing the sweat could be from banging me. The ride home was all about this dude fucking me even if it is just once, "he can't go without fucking me" I concluded. My drive was filled with fantasies of him filling my pussy with no holds barred!

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