My experience with a V-rgin hunter episode 1 & 2

My experience with a V-rgin hunter
episode 1&2
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My first love was my mother and my second love was my smart phone. Mum bought me my mobile phone (first phone i ever used) during my birthday, last three years. I practically went everywhere with my smart phone. I slept with it lying on my chest most nights, i went for dates with it and i even usually go to the toilet with it. Infact, there was a time it had mistakenly dropped in,side our water closet while i was holding it and “doing business”. That was the day i thought it would die, but luckily for me, after i picked it out of the closet, removed the battery immediately, sun-ed it and hid it under the bag of rice in our store, i fixed back the battery and pushed the power button and Viola! It worked!
It had been a very loyal and faithful lover, up till last 2 weeks when it decided to jilt me. I felt so depressed and heart broken but when my mum asked me to go to the market to check for the price of a moderate phone she could afford, I was so happy. I quickly wore my “skin tight” trouser and a blouse to match, did light makeup, carried my handbag and left for the phone market, ecstatic.
When i got to the market, i was very disappointed. They said the price of dollar had increased and hence price of phones had also increased. All the phones i had in mind were all above my 100k mark and i was expecting mum to give me 70k while i added the last 30k i had to my name. I was about leaving one of the phone shop outlets i had been haggling prices, to head back home and think of a way to get additional money, when he met me.
“Good afternoon missus” He said with a lovely smile.
I looked back and our eyes met. He was dark skinned, averagely tall and had a slightly concealed yoruba mark on his left cheek. Even with his polished English, you wouldn’t need an “expo” to tell he was yoruba. I have a couple of yoruba friends but there was just something different about him that made him seem distinct from my male yoruba friends. I still haven’t been able to place that “something”. Ordinarilly, i usually snob stranger’s that try to talk to me on the road. This is lagos, computer village at that. No one trusts anyone, especially during this festive period when horrid tales abound.
“Good afternoon sir” i replied politely, returning his smile.
I quickly sized him up. He should be wearing close to 400k on him. His shoes and suit were Italian. His wrist watch, although slightly concealed, was an expensive piece of rolex and he wore a perfume that smelled expensive. He was dangling his car key with his left small finger.
“I was just stepping out, and i was wondering if you might be going my direction. I could drop you off with ease” he began, still smilling.
Episode 2
He didn’t look like a rapist i thought, but then, people don’t go about with “rapist” written on their forehead. I could save myself some cash from transportation, especially now that i needed cash to make up money for my phone. I needed any kobo i could save. I am dead without a phone, i could be dead if i followed this stranger, “all die na die” i concluded, silly.
” I’m going to Okota…” i finally said
” Very good ” he said, cutting me short.
“I’m going towards mile 2. I could drop you off at Cele-express” he continued.
” I wouldn’t want to stress you sir, besides, I’m a bit of a bore” i said, trying to form “not interested”.
“Don’t worry, that’s the reason we have mp3’s in a car” he insisted.
“Ok..” i said, giving up quickly.
“Lest i forget, your the most curvlicious beautiful girl I’ve seen in this market” he said, smilling again, looking at me and trying to weigh the effect of what he just said to me.
“Thanks” i replied with a straight face.
He said he was the owner of one of the biggest phone shops in ikeja, the popular computer village. Although I would like to keep the name of his outlet anonymous because it has no relevance to this story, i can say the name starts with an “S” and i will call this man Mr K.
Mr K led me where he parked his car, in front of the phone outlet. I suspected he would be someone important to the outlet otherwise, they wouldn’t have allowed him park right in front of the shop. He paid no regard to the security man that was saluting him many times, trying to catch his attention. His car was a range rover sport. The interior was soft white leather and very neat. It smelled of Vanilla too.
“What did you come to do here?” Mr K asked as he waited for the car engine to run properly after having started it.
I told him about my phone and how i was dissapointed to find out that the prices of phones had increased above my budget. I tried not to sound desperate so he wouldn’t think i was expecting something.
” I will give you an I-phone 7″ he blurted out like it was nothing, his hands, on the steering as he drove.
Well, i wasn’t the kind of girl that believed a girl deserved an expensive gift simply because she was curvy, fair or beautiful. I believed in hærdwork. A girl has to earn whatever she gets from anyone, even family, let alone a stranger. Before my mum bought me my first ever phone, which was a techno F7 (May it’s soul rest in piece), i had to sit my ass off a chair, helping her mark all her students answer scripts. She taught English in a community secondary school close to our house. My mum always told i and my elder sister that when a girl has beauty without brains, her private part suffers the most, so she always encouraged us to deserve any gift we were given by hærdwork.
“What will i have to do for you to deserve such an expensive gift?” I asked, half expecting him to say I’ll have to visit him at home.
“Nothing!” he said, taking his eyes off the road and looking at my laps as tho he could see them fresh, through the skin tight trouser i wore. I let him feed his eyes for a while then i politely placed my handbag on my legs.
“Hmmmm….” i blurted out.
” I am a major distributor of Porsche phones, I-phones, Samsung’s, HTC’s, name them… and sometimes, these companies give us free samples of their phones to put on display for intending customers. I could give you any of those units and surely, it won’t affect my business” Mr K said proudly.
“Don’t you have closer relatives that would deserve such a gift, better than a total stranger?” i asked.
I could sense he picked offence from my question, but he pretended to be a gentleman.
“How do you mean?” He asked back rhetorically with a half frown.
“It’s not every good Samaritan that helps a stranger, expects something back in return” he said putting up a fake smile.
“Well sir, i would really really love to own an i-phone 7, but i would also want to deserve it” i said truthfully.
“Ok…” he said
” I have an idea….” he continued.
to be continued