Every disappointment is a blessing to the Hustler

Every disappointment is a blessing to the hustler


It began with a side remark or a taunting statement.

Hmmm, we go rich too o.

We go get boyfriend wey get money too o.

"Or we go snatch am..." They will giggle.

"One day God go bless us like some people o, even if we no deserve am."

My neighbors will taunt.

Dragging the words like a drunk.

Their words dropping flat like a child running and falling on slippery tiles.

They weren't even hiding the sarcasm and envy.

The devilish witches and gossips.

Sometimes it was so obvious, without even looking I could feel their hot eyes and sneer on my back.

Ngozi, Adesua and Tola.

But what did I even do?

I simply went to ShopRite and got bread and beverages.

Also my boyfriend used Ocar to take me to Domino's pizza where we bought pizza, everything not even up to #5,000.

Yet I live in the same self contain house with this single mothers and married women.

Ngozi was the only single one, Adesua was married to a gateman and Tola was a single mother who sold food at Fela shrine.

Sometimes when there is no light to pump water, I pay the same guy they pay sometimes to fetch for me.

I seldom fetch because fetching water is like asking me to carry a cross... I have always hated it.

So why were they acting like I drove a Lamborghini or I'm dating Davido.

I'm no Chioma, I'm just their nextdoor neighbor for crying out loud.

I'm not even rich yet, I'm just a simple, party loving, good life craving, a little bit bad and crazy but well educated independent woman, who likes being on her own except when I'm horny and broke.

I love minding my business and that's a problem in a place where everybody minds everybody's business.

Minding your business in this kind of space is a crime because then you are considered a snob.

I don't gossip, sit outside and play with them because the opportunity for interaction beyond "Hi," "Good morning" and "Good night" is as slim as a thread.

So on the day my boyfriend who is just an aspiring writer, and not even as successful yet as they think came to visit me, I could see my neighbor, Ngozi, with buttocks as big as a full watermelon, and a cupsize breasts sitting on a tiny waist, wave and wink at him.

I was shocked when he smiled and lingered for a few seconds to make side talk.

He knew I was not in a friendly relationship with my neighbors, infact he even advised me not to be and supported my decisions.

"Poor average bunch of idle gossips and failures."

Efe would say to me while I reported and complained about their stupid side annoying retorts.

"It's just bread, only bread and tea dear.'' I would complain.

"This is luxury to them." He would hold me and say. "Leave them to die in their poverty, you are not in the same class with them even though you are in the same space... it's only just a matter of time."

Then he would add his favorite proverb.

''To the man who drinks tap water, bottle water is luxury''

So I would laugh and touch his red lips and draw him close to kiss me and raise my head up as his lips would move gently from my lips and slide to my neck, slowly he would unhook my bra with the expertise of a fashion designer, and put his fingers inside my pant, touching and fingering me like a mother would turn a pot of soup.

Then he would kneel before me and call me his queen, kissing his way down my thighs, passing my flat tummy down to my navel until finally settling for my wetness and moistness.

Softly, he would sing a love song with his tongue dancing in circles between my legs, until his lips would circle the tip of my labia, and he would tongue lick and finger fuck my already wet and swollen pussy.

He was an artist, he would play my breasts with strokes of a pianist, while lowering his head between my thighs, and when the pleasure of his lips on my vagina was too much to stand, I would join him on his knees and he would carry me to the bed I bought all the way from Port Harcourt when I left to find work and live on my own here in Lagos State.

He would play those nipples like a pianist, pressing each nipple like a key, and gently pulling each one till my eyes would roll up in unexplainable pleasure, then he would remove his boxers and slowly, gently with the skill and poise of a military strategist, he would mount me like a soldier his warhorse and ride me to Utopia with vicious thrusts, up and down he would ride non-stop.

He never came until I climaxed, he would roll his waist on my naked thighs, helping me to spread my legs even wider apart, then his eyes would go all over me as his fingers travel from my neck, to my breasts and then finally my navel before supporting his penis amd guiding them in while my hands hold his buttocks firmly, biting his lips gently as he increases his thrust and penetrate me with the rhythm of a ballet dancer.

Oh, Efe was that good, my legs would wrap him all over and he would go deeper inserting himself inside me, while I gasps and moaned in pleasure, he would put his mouth in my left nipple while he massaged the right, then switched.

He would hold my hands down on the bed firmly, and when he let go, I would rub his head to keep him sucking and fucking me, then he would roll his waist left and right like a soldier marching and my hands would claw his bare back, and then, like a river I would release, vibrating so hard, he would cover my mouth with his and drown my screams with kisses while I creamed his penis till he climaxed and released inside me.

Spent.

Yet, today, I saw that look, that slow swagger with intent to lure and impress, and finally that same smile he showed me the very first day he approached me and stole my heart with poetry.

It was lust.

I had seen it before.

I recognized it.

I will die first before I allowed this average, idle two timing no good for nothing big ass, small breast and perfect shape thing mock me over a man.

"What are you doing?" He was shocked, he didn't see me approach from behind.

"Oh nothing my love, I'm just being friendly with your neighbor." He said smiling sheepishly, like a child caught with his hands in the pot of soup.

"Good afternoon Amara" the slut, Ngozi greeted.

"Since when did you start being friendly with my neighbors?" I asked irritated, ignoring the bitch.

I was gonna play it simple and quiet, I had always sworn never to make a scene and humiliate myself over a man, I was too cultured and smart for that.

So I continued.

Look Efe if you wanna knack her, you are free but you will not infect me with anything, so after knacking her, japa from my life'"

"What do you mean?"
"How dare you!"

They both chorused.

I turned and walked away to my house, Efe got to me before I turned the door knob.

"Why did you embarrass me like that?" He asked, shame and guilt plastered all over his face.

"Go home Efe, I need space to think."

He turned without even arguing and left, he knew I wasn't gonna budge and he was already embarrassed.

One week later, in club voodoo at the beach, the old dirty man asked me a question.

"Amara, what will I do to have you in my bed, I have been bringing you out here, so far away because you want to keep this affair hidden.
I'm a chief and I don't mind, nobody will accuse you, not even my wives." The dirty dog pleaded like one on heat.

''I have just one condition for you, if you can do that, I'll be all yours.'' I replied sipping my drink and enjoying the feel of being tipsy. This was the only way I could stand him.

"Amara my love." He pronounced with his thick Yoruba accent.
"Just ask and it'll be all yours. How much is it?"

"Not a dime landlord." I smiled and rubbed his thigh, and almost threw up as he giggled disgustingly and closed his eyes. I could see his bulge, almost popping out of his trousers.

So I touched it gently and rolled my finger on it as I continued "Evict three tenants from your house and I'll be all yours."

One week later a quit notice was served and three tenants left the compound amidst tears and drama unfolding, and a week later a debt was paid in full and complete kind.

I am a woman of my words.

Soon I got a text from an unknown number, "Every disappointment is a blessing to the hustler." It was signed Ngozi.

I laughed so hard, I didn't respond but deleted it.

It would take six months before I learned that Ngozi moved to a miniflat, paid fully by my dog landlord and my boyfriend, ex by now of course. Bloody writer.

Some are good at the game, others are purely evil.

Now I understood.

Indeed, Every disappointment is a blessing to the hustler.



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