The Virgin Street Girl ??
Episode 10
Written by: Frank The Writer
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I quickly wrapped my hand around my body. I was confused as to what to say.
“It’s your choice, my dear. Stay with me or allow your landlord to lock up your apartment.”
“How can I trust you? I have a job before now.”
“You don’t believe me? Does your employer pay up to 100k? The money you made over time is gone and that’s a sign that there is something strange about the money.”
“How do you mean by something strange?”
“You haven’t thought about it all this while? There is something about that money you don’t know.”
She was beginning to scare me and sounded more cunningly on why I should consider her offer. She even said the that if I keep working there, some mystery would continue happening to my money.
Who knows, maybe she is right, maybe Chucks didn’t make away with my money as I presumed. Could it be they vanished from the room? I pondered.
Silence.
“If you accept the offer, I’ll equally pay the house rent,” she added.
At this point, I nodded my head. “I’ll do it.”
“Good. You’ll start working tomorrow,” she smiled.
“Not sure about tomorrow. I’ll bet back to you on that.”
“Alright, let me take you home.”
“No, thank you. I’ll take the bus.”
“If you insist, but you and I will be seeing each other more often now.” She smirked.
She left the changing room and I walked out soon after I changed back into my clothes.
“Goodbye, I’ll call you.”
“Alright,” I said and left.
I took a public bus and got home around 5:20 pm.
On getting home, I met only Chucks at home. The moment he sighted me, his countenance changed.
“Where did you go to? Where is the money I kept inside the room?” Chucks began to shed tears. “What happened to the money?”
“Something strange happened. I didn’t spend your money.”
“So what happened to it? Did it just vanish?” I yelled at him. He was babbling some incoherent words.
Chucks began to narrate how my money vanished.
He said: You remember that Sunday morning after you left with mom, I was on my way to church while I was pressing my phone and suddenly, one man came to me and asked for directions to a particular place. He said he needed to sell something there at a good price and get money for his sick mom. I knew where the place he mentioned was, so I felt sorry for him and pitied him because of the stress he’d have gone through.
Before I turned, one young man came to me and said we should help the man since he said he was new to Kuje. That was when they “jazzed” me or perhaps when they hypnotized me. The guy that said we should assist the man, that he knew someone that could buy what he wanted to sell at a good rate.
Foolish me, I didn’t even ask the man what he wanted to sell. I guess he already “jazzed” me. And that was how we started walking to the said destination of the supposed buyer. I walked with them subconsciously, forgetting that I was heading to church. We walked for almost an hour.
We eventually got there and met one old man. He seemed like a herbalist. His place was dirty. He said he would buy the stuff. He then narrated everything the guy had told us about his sick mom. I was surprised how he got to know and likewise the other guy that said we should assist him.
The older man now said that since I and the other guy have met with the one that wanted to sell something, we have already been indicted with the sickness of the mother unless we cleanse ourselves. He said something more stuff about the dude which he confirmed to be true.
Then, I was enveloped with fear. The other guy that said we should help him was also acting fearfully, saying he only wanted to help him. Then the herbal man told the two of us that accompanied him to drop all we had. I was just with my phone and two hundred naira; money for offering and transport fare. He told me to drop them. I dropped my phone and the money. I can’t even remember if the other guy dropped anything.
Long story short, the herbal man said we would have to cleanse all the money on earth in our possession or else we would be in trouble. I was already thinking of how to get money to cleanse. He made some incantations and then revealed to me that there was a huge amount of money in our house that I needed to get and cleanse it or else something terrible would happen to me and my family.
He gave me frightening instructions that I should come back after getting the money. He even told me the exact place the money was and told me my sister had kept it there. He threatened that I’d die if I don’t get the money in two hours. He also did some live magic before us. He warned us not to tell anybody. That if we do, we would die.
He gave the same instructions to the other guy. To fasten my journey, he gave me back the two hundred naira to enter bike. I was just a dunce! I acted to their instructions. And that was how I left with the other guy in a quest to get money. I even told the other guy that I wasn’t sure if we had any money in our house, but he said I should just go and do what they have told me to do. He said he was going to look for his own money too.
I got home and just like he said, I searched and was shocked to see the huge cash under the bed. I was curious about the money and at the same time, I was checking time. I went to the kitchen and drank some water. I was feeling tired and dizzy. I folded the money into a small but thick black nylon and finally dashed out of our house. When I couldn’t find a bike, I got worried. It was Sunday and they were barely out there. I was walking faster and checking my wristwatch.
Suddenly, I found one and it drove me back to the place.
To cut it short, I handed him the whole money and the man gave me back my phone. He then asked me to go home and that I was finally free from any bondage. The other guy was there before I arrived and he claimed to have given out his own money too. And that was how I got hypnotized. And gave them all the money. It was after I got back home that it really dawned on me what had happened. I had to run to one of my guy’s house.
Chucks finally narrated strangely how my whole cash was gone in a twinkle of an eye. I couldn’t hold my tears and likewise Chucks. He begged me not to tell mom about it. Deep down, I knew I couldn’t even tell her about it because she would ask where I got the money. To be on the safer side, I told Chucks not to even tell her anything about it, and he agreed. He went further to ask who owned the money, I told him it belonged to Kelvin but Chucks didn’t quite believe me but he had no choice.
Maybe what Cyndy said about the money is actually true, I had pondered. I was really terrified by his tales. I never knew such things existed.
Later in the evening, mom came back. I told her I have a new job.
“A new job? Where? What happened to your current one?” she queried in one breath.
“I don’t want to continue with Kelvin,” I answered.
“Hmmm. Did anything happen between you both? I can talk to him.”
“No, mom. You don’t need to talk to him. We never had any misunderstanding.”
“But you are quitting the job?”
“Yes, I am. The new job pays better.”
Mom and I had a long dialogue as she pestered to know why I decided to quit my work with Kelvin. I told her my new job was better and would earn me more money and have more time to prepare for my exam.
When I told Kelvin about my intention to leave, he was so upset with my sudden request to quit the job. He had taken care of me very well, getting me several clients that paid hugely, but all those money just vanished in a twinkle of an eye making it seem unusual and strange. I didn’t tell him any of the reasons why I decided to quit.
He wanted to find out more but I told him my mind was made up. It wasn’t easy for me to stand before him and tell him all of this. I do care for Kelvin and we had worked together in harmony. He was the one who changed my life in a good and bad way too. I knew his conscience would be pricking him. He might be wondering if it was because of the illicit activities he introduced me to. He probably never thought I would quit my work. He even said we could now share the money 50/50 instead of the usual 60/40 but I told him my mind was made up and I don’t want to live such life again. Deep down, I really don’t want to continue with that hook-up stuff. It was the tempting money that made me stick to it.
Fast forward to the day I was finally starting a new job with Cyndy. She sent her driver to pick me up. A Mercedes Benz was parked outside. Mom and I were heading out to see the driver. Mom was worried about my departure but I promised him that I would come back from time to time.
She had insisted earlier to meet Cyndy which Cyndy and I agreed to. She met with her and Cyndy sounded convincingly to my mom. She wouldn’t have accepted if she didn’t get to meet Cyndy. My mom was that strict and she would never give in to such without first meeting whoever it was that offered me a job. Since I would be living with a lady, she didn’t see anything wrong with that. As long as I don’t cause any trouble.
The driver was formally on cooperate wear. He seemed to be in his mid-thirties. Such a handsome dude to be a mere driver. He had a masculine face that fits his body.
“Good day, Jane. I’m Chris. At your service always,” he greeted.
“Thank you.”
“May I help you with the bag?” He asked.
“Yes, please, thank you.”
He held my bag and accidentally touched my fingers. I jerked back my hands to my side immediately.
“I’m sorry miss. I didn’t mean to startle you.”
God d@mn. Even his voice was filled with masculinity.
“No, it’s fine,” I replied speedily. My stomach was filled with butterflies as he was staring at me so intensely. He looked so cute and charming.
“Are we good to go?” he asked.
I turned to my mom. She embraced me and I felt her warm body.
“Jane, please be careful and stay out of trouble.”
“Yes. Mom.” I bade her goodbye.
“Yes, I’m ready.” I turned to Chris, the driver.
He flashed me a smile showing his perfect white straight teeth. My heart quickened and my breath was caught in the middle of my throat. He opened up the car door and I went inside. He went to the back and dropped my bag. I was getting a lot of attention from this and having this kind of special treatment filled my belly.
He then went into the front door and wind down the windscreen. I stared down at the car, everything screamed VIP and I felt so out of place. I was never exposed to this kind of treatment.
“Feel free and enjoy,” he said.
I took an apple from the fruit basket up to my mouth. I took a bite and it was so sweet. It also packed up with a crunch. I couldn’t help but let out a satisfied Mõ@n. I nodded my head.
“Thank you.”
“The pleasure is all mine.”
He drove speedily through the tarred road.
To be continued…
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