Believer-Turned-Aristo.

What Went Wrong (11)

“What is it that you are making up in your face for almost two hours now?” Amanda screamed on the top of her voice like she usually did. Opeyemi didn’t seem to be bothered about the unnecessary screams any longer; she was used to it already.

She didn’t realize that she had taken so much time trying to beautify her face; she was too anxious of the occasion to be bothered about time. It was a dawn of new things in her life. She was going to meet up with her first one-night-stand hook-up.

The day was supposed to have come long ago if Amanda hadn’t been prolonging things for her.

Right from the day that she had gotten back to school for second semester, Opeyemi had been on Amanda’s neck pleading with her to bring her into the job she does to make money.

Opeyemi knew what the job Amanda was into meant and she had locked up her mind to do it. She knew that it involved her giving her body as a kind of reward for anyone who could secure the bag like one Nigerian afro-pop artiste put it.

She knew that she would soon be talked of as the latest believer-turned-aristo girl. She knew that her fellowship members would soon start telling others to beware of her else they would fall into sin.

She knew that she was going to become the next thing of scorn amongst her course-mates. Yet she wasn’t thinking of backing down. She had chosen this new path and she was ready to face whatever came along with it.

“For this money, na everything wey e need I go give am!” She reassured herself with that statement whenever she was having second doubts about what she wanted to start doing.

After about a month of persistent disturbance from Opeyemi, Amanda was forced to hook her up with one of her old clients. On the night that Amanda told Opeyemi about her supposed debut job, it wasn’t Amanda who screamed on top of her voice; it was Opeyemi. The joy she felt made her rejoice like a lame man who had just been healed of his infirmity.

The time she spent beautifying herself was worth it anyway. It was her first job and she wasn’t going to give any bad first impression. She had to look spectacularly sexy and saucy.

The guy Amanda hooked her up with was an old client of hers who just come back from abroad. He had gone there to hustle and the hustle seems to have paid him.

“I don make money for yankee and I wan spend am on top any fresh blood wey dey ground. Abeg help me find one fresh blood babe make I use money spoil am ojere.” The guy ostentatiously praised himself positively while requesting for a new babe on the first day he met with Amanda after a long time.

Right on the spot that the guy was making the request, Opeyemi was the first name that came to her mind. She was the perfect fit for the job.

Dear reader, I am sorry but we cannot go further than this for this week. Next week, we move again. Where else would you be?