TimiThe same way I didn’t plan on ending my arrangement with Amanda but did it anyway, was the same way I didn’t plan on texting Nahlela but I did. I read somewhere that midnight was the best time to text girls because the lonely ones will always reply and so, I decided to try my luck. I was surprised when she replied and I was shocked when she told me about her twin sister. I had noticed their pictures at her parents’ house, but I didn’t want to bring up the issue because it was a sad story. I knew a few things about Nahlela from stalking her on Facebook but I pretended as if I knew nothing and waited for her to tell me everything herself.I had spoken about my family with Nahlela and it was a first for me. I had never told any girl anything about my background. Some looked up information about me from google and tried prying for more but I never told them anything. I was letting her in

TimiBreaking the kiss was the most difficult thing I had done in a long while but it had to be done. Things were getting out of hand and if we continued kissing for one more minute, I don’t think I was ever going to stop. Her body was soft and enticing and her curves were perfect. Her breast fit perfectly in my hands and let me not even talk about the burning sensation I felt when she placed her hands on my stomach and traced the line down to my navel. I had this feeling of loss when I broke the kiss. Telling her that we will meet at practice was a dick move and I knew it pissed her off but then reminding her that I won was satisfying in a way.When I left her, I went to my room and had a cold shower. It was my second one in less than three hours but it was very necessary. Sleeping under the same roof with Nahlela but in different rooms was a very effective form of torture. I wish I coul

NahlelaWhen Timi pitched me his ridiculous proposal or business arrangement or whatsoever at Chambo Masters, I got so angry and left. As I was stepping outside, a bike was just from dropping someone there so I took the bike and went home. When I heard a knock on the door, I thought it was one of my neighbours, so I opened the door without asking who it was. I was about slamming the door in his face but he blocked it with foot and then he let himself in. I wanted to unleash all my anger on him, I wanted to hit him, bite him, strangle and do anything and everything possible to inflict pain on him but I was normally not a violent person and most unfortunately, I didn’t even have the strength to.   As he stood there talking to me, all I wanted was for him to leave. He had seriously disrespected me and it hurt because he was someone I was starting to feel comfortable and even tru

Nahlela It had been two weeks since I last saw Timi. I had not received any text or call from him and I wasn’t going to be the one to take the first step. I scrolled through our chats again and had that urge to text him but I decided against it. It had been like this for the past two weeks. Every day I was fighting with the decision of if I should text him or not. The cake he sent me was really delicious. The day we had lunch at his place, I think I had mentioned to him that my best type of cake was plain cake and I preferred butter icing. He really did pay attention to detail.  Christmas was just a week away and I had to meet mom to make a list of the things we needed. Every year, mom and dad made a small barbecue part on Christmas night with close friends, relatives and neighbours, but this year they decided to host it on Christmas eve instead. I finally woke up from the bed and started pre

TimiIt was Christmas eve and we were getting ready to go to the Samgena’s residence for the barbecue party. I was hoping that mom and dad won’t want to attend, but dad was looking forward to catching up and remembering the good old times with his old friend. Aaliyah initially refused to go but changed her mind at the end. Dad and I finished preparing and were waiting for mom and Aaliyah. Mom was a designer and she always insisted on looking like one. In fact, she always tried dressing up all of us, but I always managed to escape. Dad on the other hand had no choice because he always did everything his wife wanted. Aaliyah didn’t loathe the idea because mom always gave her fashionable dresses for free.  The traffic on the way was too much. The road was filled with parents who were going back home from the market after doing last minute preparations, youths who wer