The Virgin’s Slot Chapter 2
Inspired by the Holy Spirit
Written by Damilola Babs
“Look, I am not a kidnapper, my name is Andrew Boluwaduro, I am a surveyor and I just moved into Ibadan. Here, my ID card.” He told her, stretching his card to her. She ignored him and he returned it into his car.
“Okay, just so you know, I want to be sure you are safe, so…umm…I am just going to drive behind you until you get home.”
“Please, go and leave me alone!” She parched at him angrily like he was the one that beat her up.
“Look, I won’t bite you, I promise.” He told her and kept following her behind.
“You all are the same, animals in human flesh, believer, nonbeliever, you are all the same. Look at my face, look at my shoulder. Your kind had the right to lift his finger up and beat me this bad. Over what? Over what? The fact that I can’t help my family without him?”
“Okay, okay, chill. Let me help you home. I am not going to beat you, I am not going to touch you, please.” He pleaded and she stopped. His car stopped abruptly too. She faced the road and ignored him.
A huge man approached her staring lustfully, his stomach was a drum size, no, two drums size. She had intentionally taken her eyes off him until it became pretty clear, the man was coming for her. Mary rushed through the back of the car into it. Andrew whined up quickly and began to laugh, she almost joined in.
“Why did you run like that?” Andrew managed to ask her.
“Leave me jor! I live in Sango.” She told him and he started the vehicle.
The trip was suppose to be quiet, but Mary found herself talking to Andrew and telling him too much about herself. By the time he pulled over in front of her house, He was consoling her and exchanging contact with her. He promised he was going to be back the next day.
Mary saw her mother waiting in front of the house, adjusting her wrapper too many times. She bade Andrew good night and came out of the car as she
watched him drive off.
“Eh!” Her mother started once Andrew left.
“Omo mi! Omo ola! Omo daada!” She hailed and danced, but Mary ignored her, walking angrily into her room. The woman ran after her in curiosity. Mary didn’t care.
She banged the door to her face and fell on her bed crying. She was tired, she wanted a change. She wasn’t growing any younger, at twenty-eight, she needed stability, she needed rest and she was sure it was the right time to get it. Mary laid there on the bed until sleep came calling.
…to be continued tomorrow by 8pm.
Copyright Damilola Babs, 2022
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