Chronicles of a Nympho [Ep2]

 

Chronicles of a Nympho

Chronicles of a Nympho [Ep2] – Yesmin 

My name is Yesmin Briggs, yes for those of you that guessed it’s a self-given name. When I was 2 years old, my birth mom dropped me off at the front of a well-known orphanage in Surulere… with no name or reason; is there ever a reason for abandoning your child?

I never got adopted, when I was 12 I asked my Matron why none of the young couples ever picked me, my closest sister in the home Lisa, was adopted at 13, maybe because she wore glasses and always laid out her bed, my young self would think. Or maybe because she had ebony skin that shone so bright like Shea butter. That was all foolish thinking, but it bothered me, why wasn’t I ever adopted?

‘You’re a beautiful girl Yesmin, just too beautiful, your bosom is so ample, you have grey eyes and brown skin, your hair is so curly and you don’t even look Nigerian – Too beautiful.’

The cook at the orphanage would say, shaking her head and walking away as she tugs on my natural curls as she passes by.

I would stand there, looking at my slim waist and low buttocks, wondering where I come from, I know I look like those foreign girls we see on the Television in Miss Agnes room, but it’s not enough to get a Mummy and a Daddy. Lisa doesn’t have grey eyes or natural curly hair but she has a Mummy and a Daddy coming to get her.

Late in the night after dinner time, I would go to Miss Agnes quarters, she was always so fond of me, and she called me ‘her oyinbo’. We would watch ‘Paloma and Diego’ and I would tell her, how much I wish she were my real Mummy.

She would teasingly tug my curly hair and say;

‘Oh Pretty Yesmin, I am your Mummy, you got your foreign looks from your Dad.’

We both laugh, and I tuck back into her laps, as we continue watching the late night telenovela.

‘Is it bad to have my type of body? Am I a bad person?’

I ask her as I look into her eyes, my eyes are slightly wet with unshed tears.

She would look at me in alarm, with hurt evident in her eyes. I can tell she wants to give me a good spanking for saying that, but she grabs me and holds me tight like a mother would.

‘Yesmin Briggs, you are my daughter, God made you perfectly and beautifully and He makes no mistakes.’

I smile to myself.

 

At 18, I moved out of the orphanage home, enrolled into a journalism school (I was awarded a full scholarship). With all the money I had saved up from menial writing jobs, I was able to save up for an accommodation, Miss Agnes has always been the only Mummy I know, she paid the difference. I call her on the phone once every week; she’s in her 50’s now, still so graceful and motherly. Journalism school was everything I thought it would be, I loved it, and I loved writing… Nothing made me happier, not one single thing.

Then the male attention came, everywhere I went I became popular and for the first time in my life, I was wanted and all the cool kids wanted to be my friend. Guys were over themselves trying to get my attention, buying me gifts, sending me money and lecturers loved me. I was the sweet, mixed race girl with the best grades. One day, I was in the hostel with my roommate Niniola Adeyemi, sitting in the room at the front of the mirror brushing my damp hair. She paused as she walks by;

I smiled and looked up at her.

Me: What?

She smiled sweetly.

Nini: You don’t know how beautiful you are, you are probably the most gorgeous girl I know.

I laughed it off and rolled my eyes at her.

 

She was right…

Mr Adebantu Richards.

I try to muster the little dignity I have left as I adjust my skirt and put my recorder down; no man has ever made me squirm.

I clear my throat.

Leggy Secretary is trying her hardest to stifle her laugh, she looks like she is about to choke. Stupid tart. I eyeballed her as I look back at Mr Adebantu, he is so young and handsome, why didn’t Niniola warn me, what kind of wahala is this???

 

Mr Adebantu Richards: So please can we get this on the way?

I figure he’s talking about the interview, so I sit across from him as the Leggy Secretary positions herself across from me. Is she going to be here for the interview?

Well what do I care? I just want to get this interview done with and go home, snuggle in my bed and text Rex.

Me: I am sorry about that. Please pardon my tardiness.

Graveyard silence. He is looking through me; he doesn’t even acknowledge my apology. I clear my throat as I bring out my iPad. I have the questions all written out there. Leggy Secretary comes to stand beside me as she peeps into my screen and simultaenously looks at her electronic notepad. She assaults me with her Armani White Oud perfume, Lord she smells so good.

I want to ask her what she is doing, but I realize that she is cross checking the questions with the ones Nini mailed earlier in the week for approval.

Sigh. Rich people.

 

Leggy Secretary: You may start now.

I want to say something mildly sarcastic, but I resist. Now is not the time.

I look up at Mr Adebantu, he looks uninterested and bored. Well too bad for him, I don’t even want to be here.

I press play on the recorder and the red light blinks repeatedly.

Me: How do you feel today?

He looks at me… Finally.

Mr Adebantu: Very well. Thank you.

He doesn’t smile.

Me: Even though you’re remarkably successful, do you still find yourself seeking?

Me: In your own words, what’s the first rule of business?

The interview goes on and on for another 30 minutes, then it comes to an end.

 

He stands up from his chair as he stretches out his hand to me.

Mr Adebantu: Thank you, that was fun. Please allow Grace lead you to the café for some refreshments.

He says as he points to the Leggy Secretary. I look at her as she nods in agreement.

I meet his handshake as I make my way out of the office; oh thank God I’m done with that! I look back at him; he is immediately engaged with his computer, not one glance in my direction. Hmm what a man, I am a little puzzled at his behavior. Maybe he is gay? Then I brush it off.

I immediately head for the elevator and hit the garage button.

Leggy Secretary: Oh the café is at the 5th floor.

I exhale, as I turn around to look at her – with a fake smile plastered on my face.

Me: Thank you, I am on a diet!

I snap. She looks a little surprised.

Leggy Secretary: Okay then, have a lovely day.

She says, as she steps back. I look at her as the elevator doors slam shut; she is definitely going to gist  Dora the explorer. Rubbish!

 

As the doors silently slam shut, I bury my face in my hands, Arghhh what was I thinking?

The roads are relatively free, I make it home in good time, I don’t even try the door knob, there is no way Nini will be home. The day’s event played into my head.

How can Adebantu Richards be that young? When Nini said he was overly successful and was getting the cover spread for this month’s issue, I pictured an elderly man. Not a young man. He is so cold and detached. How come I have never heard of him until now?

I ponder as I put the key in the lock, it moves easily as the door opens. I guessed right, home alone. Sigh.

I dump my bag, iPad, recorder and jacket on the counter in the kitchen as I head to the fridge to produce the half empty bottle of Red wine. I need something strong, but this will have to do for now.

I don’t even want to check my phone, I have to put off getting back to Nini for now, and I need some me time, a warm bath and an Episode of Power. I take off my shoes, – Louboutin Pigalle are no easy work, I make my way to the room as my phone vibrates.

Oh Lord this girl won’t rest! I locate it in my purse, I absently look at the screen; it’s Rex.

The Devil.

 

Me: You don’t rest do you?

He chuckles.

Rex: Oh Muca, I miss you, you know? I’m in Lagos.

I smile, of course he does.

Me: I’m in Lagos too.

Rex: I have a meeting now then Lunch with a close colleague, I will send the driver to you once I’m done. Is that okay?

Me: Yes, I want to nap, once I’m up I will send a message. What business colleague, a woman? I know you, pervert!

He laughs as he makes a disapproving noise.

Rex: No silly, I’m meeting with an old colleague of mine, Adebantu Richards. Very successful ma…

My vision turns foggy… What the f&#k?!?!?

14 thoughts on “Chronicles of a Nympho [Ep2]

  1. Ayo Toluwaleyi Adejunmobi · Edit

    Hmmmmnnn… Where is ds heading dear Yesmin abi should I say my oyinbo. Plus this is short ohhhh. I have to wait anoda 7days.wheeeeww

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