Chapter 7

        Shola walked through the mess to join her sister across the room on the balcony. Adoukè was wearing white panties and a slightly transparent purple top. She had tied up her gorgeous hair and put on wireless headphones, sipping a bottle of Coke and contemplating the view of the city.

- Shola: So, madam, a little show on the horizon ?

- Adoukè: I forgot to subscribe to Canal+ Comédie.

- Shola: I can offer you the Evasion+ package as earlier if you like.

- Adoukè: Tchrummm ! Where have you been ? And who was that guy who dropped you off ?

- Shola: Phew ! Give me a break, detective. Are you investigating me now?

        Adoukè didn't answer, just watched her sister slowly and steadily from head to toe. Shola was wearing a beautiful tight brown dress. It went very well with her caramel complexion. She had carefully arranged her braids and put in a butterfly-shaped accessory to keep them in that state and at the same time act as an embellishment. She wore her round glasses and held a small red bag in her hands. Her dress had criss-crossing bands across the chest, rather like laces. This offered a breathtaking view of her ample bosom. She'd worn little heels... She was just gorgeous.

- Shola: What's wrong with sculpting me from top to bottom like that ? Have I become a model ?

- Adoukè: Tchrummm ! You're looking at yourself now, can you become a model ? With your feet bent over. I was checking to see if you'd left any evidence I could use. Okay, tell me everything. Did you or didn't you ?

- Shola: What can I tell you ? I was at a party. What were you looking for as proof ? And to prove what ? Do you think I'm possessed like you ? Or did you take that thing without drying it again tonight ?

- Adoukè: Don't worry, I'll get you one day. What kind of party was this, my darling sister ? But wait, the young man from earlier, who was he ?

- Shola: That was Fèmi, a friend of mine. A nice guy, he's the one who invited me to an art exhibition. As you know, I'm a big fan of all things creative. It went pretty well. And... Yeah, I forgot, I met a man there too. He's a real charmer. He's one of the artists who came to exhibit. Charismatic, respectful of women and very gallant. A real seducer. Just a little immature in his skin, I think.

- Adoukè: Hey ! You wouldn't happen to have a crush on someone else's boyfriend, by chance ? 

- Shola: You, get over there ! I didn't say I was interested in him. I admit he was handsome after all.

- Adoukè: So Fèmi is just a friend and Mr. Seducer is love at first sight ? Wow, you just gave me the Access formula right there.

        The two sisters laughed. They were already in the habit of talking about anything and everything, and especially of getting into trouble over any subject. "Handsome guy, the Fèmi in question !" added Adoukè.

- Shola: Don't even go there, and give me a break. Has Dad eaten yet ? 

- Adoukè: Yes, don't worry, he's had rice. And anyway, if he didn't want my rice, I'd just give him his wine to drink and he'd go to bed. Me, I don’t like nonsense.

        His sister laughed. She continued: "You know, if the Fèmi is just a friend, I can get him back, can't I ? We'll go on a few outings and why not have a threesome with my boyfriend..." (making eye gestures at her sister and describing like circles with her Coke bottle)

        "Tchrummm, leave me alone little sister," Shola threw in to cut Adoukè off. "I'm going to my room to have a good bath and rest, I need it. You need to start thinking about your life, eh, little Mia Khalifa ?"

        She took her sister in her arms, gave her a big hug and headed for the exit. She noticed a few magazines on her sister's bedside table. "Did you pick up any new suites ?" She shouted from a distance. "Yessss, solitude obliges !" threw Adoukè at her sister. Shola smiled as she continued on her way. The magazines she had just noticed were, in fact, adult magazines with obscene content that her sister treated herself to in order to relax, alone in the bedroom.

        Shola returned to her room and placed her handbag on the bed. She undressed, went into the bathroom and took a cold bath in the tub.

    ********From Fèmi's other side********

        Fèmi drove into town. His house was about thirty minutes from Shola's. He wasn't far from home any more, he had barely 5 minutes left to reach his home. Suddenly, he noticed a motorcycle behind him, coming closer and closer. Little did he realize that he was in danger. As he turned into the road leading to his home, he caught sight of the motorcycle behind him, and this time the light from a nearby street lamp revealed two young men on the motorcycle, and the one behind seemed to be holding something in his hand. He had just realized what was happening. He accelerated as quickly as possible. His house was just two streets down the road.

        In the rush of the moment, he could no longer control the speed of his motorcycle. His aim was to get home before the worst happened. Despite the fact that he thought he was going as fast as possible according to his current definition of caution, the men on the bike caught up with him as he entered his street. 

        A stone was in front of him on his way and as he turned into his street, the front tire of the motorcycle rolled over the large stone. It was a stone laid by local children playing soccer during the day in the street. There were two stones in the way set up as goal markers, and, unluckily ! His motorcycle had run violently over one of the stones.

        It was as if the stars had aligned on the wrong side tonight. It was as if they had turned their backs on Fèmi. It was his cursed evening ! By the time he realized what was happening, he was on the ground, the motorcycle on top of him, trying to struggle with the last of his strength to get up. The motorcycle was still running and roaring.

        "Please... Please... Please... Please don't hurt me... Please don't... Don't take my motorcycle..." Fèmi screamed, almost gasping for breath. He was panting as if he'd just run 7 km. His voice betrayed a sharp physical pain, but also a mental pain that struggled to be concealed.

        Despite his muffled pleas, the two men attacked him and took the motorcycle from him, all in an instant. They weren't here to waste time. It had to be done quickly and well. They were bandits looking for victims that night, and unfortunately, Fèmi was their first victim this evening.

        It was a traumatic and painful experience for him. Something he'd never experienced before. He was paralyzed with fear, but fortunately there was more fear than harm.