The Black Sheep V.

 Sex means different things to different people. For some who savour the beauty of this awesome activity as an expression of love, its love making. For a player, have its only a recreational sport.
For Stag, its something special, something purifying. Imagine two bodies, mind and soul fused into one, communicating on a plane only the two can understand, the feeling is something incomprehensible except you have made love in that steamy passionate sense. Its uplifting, an art of the ingenuity of nature.
This was how on the day we made love, Ada redefined love making.


After that night, days rolled into weeks and then months. Ada and I grew into a tight bond. By now, I knew so much about her background, family, her growing up etc. Almost everything that went on in her life, I knew. Her neighbours, friends and even things that happen in her church. She had known my place and had come twice. Two short visits. She had grown very comfortable with me. We were close.

And yes, Mercy remained a menace.

Myself and the MD had a good relationship too. Very cordial and I was careful not to do something silly nor abuse the way he took me.
Mr Williams too was a great guy to work with. In no competition with anyone, we'd drink and hang out together. And while he had many of his lady-friends, I was never forward to want to lay any of them. Even when he introduced and urged me on, I declined. If I did, the way we related would become flawed. And over the time, he had come to develop some kind of respect for me, even though I was not his level. But he knew I had restraints. Same restraint I had noticed in him...

'Cos Real Recognise Real.

Work, work and Ada made my life some fun in those times. Ada showed care and love. She looked forward to me, I could see. We went out a lot. To beaches, malls, cinemas, sometimes as boring as public lectures she got invited to. Ada had some powerful friends too. Yet, her humility was profound.

Then came Christmas, then came the night...

The company always had series of events for Christmas. Sharing of gifts, end of the year party and awards night.
The sharing of gifts was a nice gesture to each other. Names are written on small folder pieces of paper and put in a bowl. Each person picks a name from the bowl, buys a gifts, wraps it and put under the lit Christmas tree by the company. On the last day of work for the year, there's a little merry. And everyone goes to pick whichever has your name on it. Nobody knows who gave what gift.
At a later date, there's an end of year party and award night managed by events planners and held away from the office premises, at event centers. Members of staff could come with their friends and family.
We all warmed up to that day and when the D-Day arrived, I wore a new black suit I had bought for the occasion.
The MD was looking great in a tuxedo, with his bow tie. He had come alone because his family went on vacation to Paris. He had even driven himself. Although he looked really nice, I just never understood that concept of a bow tie! Wtf?!
Well, it was his day so he had to look all nice to impress.
All eyes may have been on him until this stunning lady appeared at the entrance and all eyes glowed in her beauty! It was Ada!!!
Ada was smashing hot! She looked somewhat like a goddess. She was in a black gown. Her ears, neck and wrists were adorned with silver. In her characteristic light make up and natural hair, her skin glowed under the well illuminated room, this lady definitely stole the night! And she had come alone.
I smiled wit pride.
She took a seat among the Heads who sat by the MD.

The evening went on well. There was a lot of merry, eating, drinking, dancing and laughter. There was wine, canned beer and the MC was hilarious! After the serious part, people could be seen socialising, drinking, talking and laughing. I didn't drink alcohol at all. It was my first time and didn't want to misbehave at all. I could get high and go toast someone I shouldn't. Lol. Throughout the hall people were in circles, talking. Colleagues introduced their families and friends to one another etc.
Ada had won an award. The best Head of Department. Worth celebrating and yes, it was well celebrated.

I was standing with Ada and two other people, having so much fun when a colleague came to tap me that the MD asked to me to come. I wondered what he wanted to see me for.
When I got to him, he asked if I could take him home. Looking at him, clearly, he had had a bit too much to drink. Quietly, we left the hall, not telling anybody.
I didn't know where he live and he described. We got in. A Range Sport is definitely some beast on wheels. I drove him home. He sat in front with me, at least I wouldn't look like a driver. I was a bit uncomfortable though, not knowing what to say. But by the time I even left the event centre, he had slept off. He was really exhausted and drunk!
By the time, I got to his estate gate, the security guys would want to know where I was going before the opened the gate, but as I made to tap him, the gate opened wide. I shrugged, they must know who it was, I guess.
I had to tap him up, although drowsiness wasn't letting him be, he described the way. Once the horn sounded, his gates opened and I dropped him.
I had to walk all the way back to the estate gate, once out, I took a taxi back.

Ada had called when she noticed I wasn't anywhere to be found. So I explained to her and she waited for me. By the time I returned, the event was gradually winding down.
I met Ada with a glass of Chadonnay. She seemed excited when she saw me and we decided to leave.
"Just follow me, no questions"
I grabbed an unopened bottle of wine from a nearby table as we made to leave.
"Yes His Imperial Majesty" she laughed
"You're using me to do yeye, abi?"
"Do yeye ker?, I'm a loyal subject o" she laughed hysterically.

Hmmm... Tonight, my Royal Wand of Wonders was ready for some action tonight!

Outside, she hadn't parked too far from me. We backed out into the road, I was in front and without much ado, we headed to my place...


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Once we turned into the road, my phone rang. It was Ada. We started talking about things relevant and irrelevant. She was driving behind me in what seemed like a convoy. And we were talking all the way home. One needn't be told either of us or both of us were tipsy. Once, two lovers were walking on the pavement hand in hand and she had drawn my attention to them and asked what I thought of them.
Oh well! Never really been the PDA type. Public Display of Affection is utterly hypocritical to me. If you think its okay for lovers to hold hands while walking on the street or kiss in public or other attention seeking love-plays, I hope you'd still think it okay for lovers to scold and yell at each other on the road when they are angry.
Or they can only do that when they get home in their privacy. So why show love publicly but reserve your displeasure to be shown only in private?

Ada thought they looked cute anyway.
"So you like to hold her in private?"
"Absolutely. Love is most beautiful in privacy" I answered.
Then her trick hit me
"Ermm, who exactly did you mean by 'she'?" I asked, looking unsure.
She laughed hard
"But you already answered. Who did you refer to in mind when you answered?"
Hmmmm
We were beginning to flirt a bit.
"Same person I'm talking with now"
There was a brief silence at her end. I thought I had spoilt the fun, in fact I didn't know what to think again when she busted out in laughter.
"Tell me, what her name?"
"Adder is her name"
"But that's a snake. Or some white guy trying to pronounce the name of a first girl child"
"Tell me which"
"I've heard a lot of white guys pronounce my namesake like that"
"Stop twisting my head"
"Then stag just tell me who you meant"
" D-A-D is her name"
"Is that some kind of an anagram?"
"Maybe" I laughed at how serious she was about knowing who I was refering to.
We kept talking and talking all the way till we got to my place.
Since there was only one parking space left inside the compound, she parked in there while I parked out on the street.

We got in accompanied by the bottle of wine I took off the table and as I stepped in and turned on the light, I went straight to the fridge, opened the freezer and slid it in. Returning to the room, Ada sat on the chair and asked for water.
But before I went for the water, I switched on the DVD and the CD I left in there automatically started. 'To All The Girls I've Loved Before' began to play.
But the song seemed somehow awkward for the moment, so I sought to change it and she resisted and asked I left it.
"A true gentleman will not disturb a duet with Willie Nelson, Julio Iglesias delivering a flawless music."
I was shocked.
Ever such an awesome experience with a lady who knows good music. We got talking some good ol' music. By the time the 'Love Songs' album got to the fourth song, I really needed that bottle in the freezer. True to LG, the freezer had done the bottle some chills. I pulled it out and grabbed two cups.
'Vicent (Starry Starry Night)' played and by the time I had poured us some, track 5 had started. A song any man in love should listen to. Title 'And I Love Her'.
A perfect album for the right person. Playing at a perfect time.
The only thing imperfect about this mood was the lights. I put on the computer on the table to provide some illumination while I switched off the bulb. I was feeling romantic. Lol.
Ada was moving her head with rhythm to the song that played. Obviously, she appreciated such legendary music. I stretch one hand and reached to her. She took it and I pulled her up. Not saying anything, our bodies began to move in rhythm.
While I held my drink with my right hand, I held Ada with my left, round her waist and pulled her closer to me in an embrace. We danced slowly to the melody as we drank.
When 'Feelings' played, she sang softly under her breath. I was impressed.
We were so close, our bodies touched while we swayed side to side in unison. We were calmly dancing and sipping our drinks but apparently, our minds were preoccupied with perhaps, where we were leading ourselves. The mood had began to enter us very deeply now.
I loved that song 'If You Go Away' and yes, I couldn't hold back when it played, I sang to her. With all sincerity of the promises in that song and the same emotions the artist's voice sang with.

Finally, like she couldn't stand it anymore, she rested her head on me, held me back with a stronger grip and she let out a deep breath. I reached and kissed her. I kissed her once, and for a moment it seemed she was going to let my kiss free, then suddenly she kissed me back. And we began to kiss. Softly. Tenderly. With all the care we could, like it was delicate.
And that was the kind of kiss that stirs passions deep within.

Ada was the kind of lady that could get you intoxicated by just looking at her. And I knew I was getting intoxicated tonight. Yet not by the wine, but by Ada. I knew I was getting 'Crazy In Love'!
I kissed Ada back and the passion with which we kissed began to unlock the doors that led deeper into the abyss of mutual love that felt like elixir. Helplessly, we both kissed each other and let ourselves be swept away by the feelings of Love.
And somehow, everything around me faded except...

Ada.

I was floating in a world that had only one person in it. And at this time, all that mattered to me was Ada. She was all that seemed to have any meaning to me right now. And I became very expressive of this fact as my rooster had grown bigger. It was bulging and of course Ada could feel it except that she too wasn't in this world presently.
I kissed her neck and she turned her head to one side so I could kiss her deeply. By now we had dropped our cups and I felt Ada's hands on my button. I started to caress her. I rubbed against her niples, her back, her neck, her back. And when she had unbuttoned me, I took off the top. And moved her calmly, gently two steps to the bed. We both wanted to taste ourselves deep. Bare. And by the time I slid down the zip at the back of her gown and took it off, it was on.

In a quick movement, I took off my trouser. My rod was so hard it was pained me. I had no doubts all the blood in my body had rushed into that part of my anatomy. And my battery became fully charged, like steel. She had taken off off her inner wears while I was taking my trouser off. We were both bare, ready, longing...

But first, I needed to caress some sensations into her. I needed to suck those bobbi. Beautiful works of nature. I could see it. Though the lights were out, there was light from the computer screen. I went down and planted a kiss on one niple. I tended it with my tongue, sucking it deliciously. Alternating between the two niples, I sucked them well while my hand touched her round her body. Julio iglesias rendered some assistance with the mood his music provided. Himself, a master of women in his days...

The sucking was getting into her more, she held my head with both of her hands and rubbed my head tenderly. A language that said 'good job you are doing'. I worked on her some more, moving lower to her navel. I kiss and still caressed her bosoms with my hands. She was beginning to breathe heavily.
I switched into what I call the 3-Hits-Combo. While my left hand tickled her bosom, my tongue gave her navel some fantasy and my right hand went even lower. Working with a masterful precision to her cameltoe to discover a clean well shaven feel. Just beautiful! I touched her some more in this region while the effects all built up inside of her and by the time my right hand found the honeypot, it felt like she was about to explode. Her womanliness was warm and wet. Very wet! The pent up Intimate feeling began to manifest as I manipulated her. My finger began to go in and out of her punny with no rush. With care and easy I manipulated Ada's punny as her thoracic cavity rose and dropped in succession.
I finger her and she responded lovingly. I caressed her femalecore and played with the lips of her punny. Her Labia Majora was fleshy. So I romanced it, the femalecore and the opening of her punny. All these gave her some added sensation. As the manipulation was climaxing I took her a level higher. It was time. Her hot and wet punny had lubricated my right hand enough, so I rubbed the wetness on the General who stood so erect like he was going to way, standing at attention.

I parted her legs and properly positioned myself, supporting my weight on my two hands, my waist ready... Without friction, like a hot knife slicing through butter, I effortlessly slid into Ada...
"Staaaaaggggg" Ada let out my name in a soft gentle moan like she had been waiting and expecting this great entrance. For a moment I felt like a hero. I will never forget that first feeling, Ada's punny gave me. A memorable one. Sweet, beautiful and after so long I want to feel that way again.
I began to screw Ada in a very decent fvck. Ada's punny was hot, wet and tight!

It is said that when the light goes out, all women are the same. Not Ada. She was one of a kind. She was different. She was magical. She understood the very art of fusing in lovemaking. A wet punny is one turn on for guys. A tight one is the killer!
And I savoured every moment my rod went deep into her, caressing the inner walls of her vaginna, and that awesome feeling when my rod was sliding out and the hot wet walls gently curved round my rod and licked by her Labia minora while that flesh majora provided the feeling of the heavens, making my rod feel the bliss of Elysium.
A gallant gladiator, my fearless sword did wonders to the waists of Ada, not just her punny. She began to move her yansh in such a way that a certain sensation rippled round my body. I began to screw Ada harder and she began to moan more and more
"Ahhhhh Usssshhhh Stttaaaaaggg"
I continued to fork her well, with a calculated precision making sure that as I rammed her, my whole pelvic region communicated with her and making sure her femalecore wasn't left out of the whole feeling. When I smoothly rammed in slowly, I made sure there's contact with her clit. This brought her to a higher frequency faster. I banged and banged Ada. She moaned with sweet pleasure and the moans of "Sttaaagg Uhhhhh Ahhhhh" rent the air, greeted by the music on repeat.
Her eyes were half closed and I could see the white part of her eyeball like she was busy with the feeling of ecstasy. She held her own bosoms with both hands as I pounded her massively, without rush. Slow and steady the climax accumulates. She bit her lower lip in an expression that told she was in absolute bliss. At this point, I wished more than any thing to know what was going on in her mind and where her mind was. I had no doubt she was in cloud-9, floating effortlessly in a pool of heavenly feelings.
I banged Ada harder as her breathing heightened and she moaned
"Yessss Staaaaaag Yess Yesss Yesss Uhhh"
I continued to pound her. Sweet I tell ya! Imagine that wet, tight Well! Red, hot hole sweeter than all the pleasures of the universe!
As I screwed Ada thoroughly, she held the bedspread tightly and pulled at it as she moaned and I screwed her even harder
"Uhhhh Ahhhhh Staaaaagg"
Sweet honeypot. Very wet makes it sweeter, flowing with warm Kitty-Cat juice, it was just ecstatic. Yes, she continued to moan as her moans were even of a sweeter melody than the one that played in the background.
Just the a part of the song 'If You Go Away' played...
"...but if you stay, I'll make it a day like no day has been nor will be again..."

In what seemed like it had a dramatic effect on her as he raised his voice in the music, she suddenly raised her back from the bed for a second or two and landed right back as she gripped the bedspread even harder, I knew.
I leaned forward and kissed her ear, she jerked as the kiss was sensitive, her punny tightened.
I grabbed the pillow from under her head and pulled out of her, she was panting.
I put the pillow beneath her ass for support, raising her honeypot higher and closer to the General's penetration. I fired away.
Ada moaned out more and more as I yanshed her harder and harder
"Stagg Staaagg Staagg wait Staggg"
I knew it was here
I continued to screw her harder but not faster and when she said "faster...faster...faster" because she was about to cum. I maintained my flow and this made a profound effect because when her punny tightened a second time, I felt so wet, hot, and like her punny grabbed my rod, I pounded her and she suddenly grabbed me and clung to me as I began to say some sweet nothings into her eyes, she was here.
With an explosive climax, her punny ejected my rod and out came with it squirts of water splashing out!
'Yeah!' I said to myself.
Every guy loves it when he bursts a nut.

Ada laid panting on the bed, weak and weak, at my mercy. But an erect rod has no conscience. Lol.
As I slid in again, her body invigorated. I screwed her as she made all kinds of sweet moaning. I screwed her and more Kitty-Cat juice flowed out, just then I began to feel that sensation that I was a bout to arrive. Before I could arrived, Ada squirt again and as she was squirting a thrid time, I had an explosion of cum like nuclear bomb was dropped.

Ada and I lay there, wasted. By now, the computer screen had gone into stand-by as it had gone off.
We rested a while and went in for a shower, and when I came out, the computer screen back on, I saw Ada sipping more from her glass, calmly.

The Black Sheep IV.

Some people start out to life relatively early. And so, some other factor influence their quick and steady rise in their career.

Ada isn't very old. Actually she's young. And indeed when I got to know she's 30-something, I couldn't help but wonder how a lady in her 30s had risen to head a department, not even a mushroom company but in a company that's doing so well.
As it turns out, Ada was born in the UK. And her parents being well educated themselves had her started out very early. She too must have been exceptionally bright. She finished secondary education and proceeded to university there in the UK, occasionally coming on holidays to Nigeria. She had finished and had come home to serve. After completing the mandatory one year programme with the National Youth Service Corps, she had started work almost immediately. So, at 24, she had began her life. And over the next ten years, Ada had risen steadily in her career to head where she is now.

Such story of a young hard-working and relatively successful lady would not go unnoticed by many. Yet, while many would love her more for it, a few would think differently. And perhaps, fewer still are those prone to Jealousy and Envy.
Among these small, Mercy pledge her allegiance.
When women work together, a thing as petty as a new shoe can cause envy to go a very distasteful level.
And in matters of positions in the workplace, Mercy seemed to loathe the idea that Ada should be her boss.
Like an ember smouldering underneath, Mercy nursed her hatred for Ada, waiting like a viper to strike.

And Ada and I had been walking into a net, unknown to us.

Over the months that followed since my start of work here, I had tried to conceal my affection for Ada.
But there's no how one can perfectly mask such love. Platonic friendship isn't always a perfect cover. A careful watching eye will see beneath. Williams has seen beneath the 'platonic friendship' and even though he never asked, he always tried to caution me by some stories he told. But the thing with love is this, the more risky it is, the more it pulls all your senses on. Same as lust.

One day after work at the office, Efe called me aside. He desperately needed a favour. A new company policy had restricted the sites staff could visit because a particular system was always plagued with trojans, worms and viruses. Yes, you guessed right: Efe's system!
Even when they had to change his system, the computer pests would return. And his addiction to pornographic contents would not let him be.
Now, he wants me to help him work around the policy. If there was anything Efe knew, he argued, was that there were always ways to get around things with computers. And even when I told him I didn't know how to do it, he would have none of that. He continued to pester me.
Yes, there were things I could try. Like changing the proxy, or checking with 'Exceptions' or 'Restricted Sites'. Generally, the restrictions might be browser based. But if I did help him, it could backfire when any IT guy notices the new policy had been bypassed. If he mentioned me, there could be sanctions.
This I mentioned to him. Then Efe in his desperate attempt to get porn sites to open on his system, told me he had something to tell me!
Huh?!
And as he claims, could save me my job!!! I was shocked at such claim. What could that be, I instantly became curious. Efe said I had to help him first.
"Efe, if you try to blackmail me in the slightest possible way, I'd show you the kind of a beast I am"
"Stag, you be my guy na. Which kain talk be that nau. Na as you dey take help me, I suppose get your back nau"
"So what is it?"
"Shhhhhh. Bring your ear"
I moved closer to him, Efe went on to tell me how Mercy had been snooping around trying to get information on me and Ada.
She had come to secretly ask him what was going on between me and Ada.
"But why was she comfortable talking about it with you?" I asked
At that point a broad smile spread out evenly on his face.
He stared at me blankly, smiling like there was something I didn't know...
Then gradually I begin to reason Efe out. What other thing would draw Efe closer to any woman asides beer? Hmmmm
Oh sh*t!
"No no Efe, its not true..." I was saying as I shook my head in disbelief.
Efe was screwing Mercy?! The holier than thou married woman?!
Most of the staff in the company were young and mostly unmarried. Mercy is one of the very few married ones and she wouldn't hesitate to push her fourth finger in your face if you didn't notice the ring there.
And so in characteristic Efe's style, he had laid her to give her intel.
But. Efe wasn't telling me because of me. But because of Ada. Ada had been good to him. She had been among the panel that asked him questions on the day of his interview and although he had flopped several times with answers, Ada was like Frank Edoho in 'who wants to be a millionaire'. If Frank naturally likes a person, he would give signs and try to shield you and even give you 'expo' on a question so you would not lose.
Ever since he saw the text that informed him that he had been successful at the interview, he simply knew that woman had been the Angel God had used to get him the job. He'd never said anything about it but he'd always be grateful to her.
On the other hand, Efe said
"Whoever wants to damage her boss just to get same seat? Eh? Who does that? Stag these hoes aint loyal..." He shook his head in disappointment.

"So why you come dey waylay am?" I asked.
"Free womanliness my guy, if na you nko? She who seeks another's fall can't have my heart. Instead, I go dey flog am. And she sabi do am like Lisa Ann" he winked and laughed out loud.
I wondered who that was.
"Stag, abeg na. Help me with that thing. Jenna Haze get new pictures wey I wan view, abeg"
"Okay, but after two days, I'd turn it off"
"Make am three nah" he said in a carefree manner. Funny guy.
"Okay. Three days max"
"My correct guy! Nothing fit do you for this office, I swear!"

But the revelation jolted me down to my bones. I was shaken. Could I trust Efe? For porn, he told me a secret, can he not tell another. But somehow, deep inside I knew I could trust Efe. Efe had ears everywhere, he knew things around and behind walls. Efe, however, always said something that always impressed me
'There is honour even among thieves'.
Like he made it clear, I'm not top on priority as to why he told me, neither am I top priority target of Mercy.
Ironically, he was protecting the very person whom his office fvckmate sought to harm. By proxy. So I could do something about it yet, not tell Ada. Like men, we had reasoned together. And I could sense something solid in this guy. A confirmed guy. To get access to porn wasn't really why he told me of it. Something deeper than that was.


His undeclared loyalty to the ever lovable Ada was.


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 I pondered long and hard on the implications I just heard. How many more people would have noticed my closeness to Ada.
When I got home, Ada and I spoke very briefly and didn't talk again that night.

The next day at work turned out a little dramatic. Sometime in the afternoon, I had sent a BBM chat message to ask how the day fared. No response.
An hour later had gotten me wondering a bit. I was to later hear Ada was in a meeting with the MD and in a short while, heads of departments were in for a meeting. There had been an unusual case of in-subordination. Not very heard of in the relatively compact company.
Mercy had deliberately disobeyed an instruction from her boss.

I didn't get to read nor hear from Ada the whole day, so I stopped dialling. A few minutes to close of day, a message came in. It was from Ada, asking
"Are you busy this evening?"
"Not if you tell me why you went all AWOL on me"
"When we see"
"Where?"
"African Buka. 6."

I got there a bit earlier and got a drink. She would arrive minutes later, after 6. She looked stressed and a bit emotional. So I decided not to push because I know at some point we will get around to talking about it. Neither did I pretend not to have heard the whispers in the office.
We off to a slow chat. She wasn't much fun and looked like there was really much on her mind.
"We could talk about it when you're readym" I said
She looked at me a few seconds and looked away. Then nodded.
"I feel like a drink. Do you mind?"
"No" I replied
I thought she really needed it bad.

We left for the place around Afariogun street in her estate. It hadn't been much fun neither. So I suggested she went home and refreshed and could join me in about an hour. I would wait for her.
She agreed but when she got up to go, like a second thought, she asked a sarcastic humour
"Are you sending me off to meet with one of your numerous chicks?" She joked
I laughed
"Are you jealous?"
"I would expect a more civil way of telling me you want to meet with someone than attempting to trick me away"
Some humour she got.
"Then by all means, you are welcomed to stay"
"If I went, what would you be doing?"
"Waiting for you"
"I don't want you waiting for me"
Hmmm. So she wanted me to come along. To her house? Wow. Okay.

Her place was a bit cozy. She lived in a two bedroom. The furnishings were really warm and showed some taste. Expectedly.
She had a huge collection of movies. She asked what I'd take and went into what must be her kitchen. I went to the CDs and realised there were audio too.
She returned.
"Is the player okay?"
"Yes"
I push the 'Open' button and inserted Anita Baker's 'Rythm Of Love' album and the first song started. She handed me a canned Guiness and was drinking Smirnoff herself. We talked and laughed a bit. Clearly, she wasn't much of herself today. She didn't talk much. Nor laughed much. But she seemed relaxed. She had taken off her jacket.
But when the third song began, Ada seemed to be in rythm with it. Maybe the song meant something to her and out of nowhere when I wasn't expecting her to start
"Mercy is becoming a real menace. She getting too crude."
I didn't say a thing. I just allowed her pour her mind out.
She told me of how she had, up to a point, had to put up with Mercy's approach to doing things. She's either trying to cut corners or doing something outright silly. She told me of an issue when she had been on leave the previous year, Mercy had connived with someone in Accounts to defraud the company. When she returned and noticed it, she had asked but no satisfactory answer had been given. The MD had asked her for explanation as to the money and she had just said things that made her sound silly.

Mercy is ambitious. Over ambitious, actually. Very noticeable. But challenging one's boss isn't always a very wise thing to do because even if you were right and your boss goes away, your next boss will be suspicious of you and infact, your subordinates will make you a victim of your own standard.

On this issue, two people had wanted the premiums they pay for life coverage be deducted from their salary before it is being taxed. The Accounts section had forwarded it to HR to acknowledge. Ada had asked her to wait a bit and see if they could confirm details of the insurance policy and how if relates to the firm's employment and insurance policies. Instead, Mercy signed it on. She hadn't even known until the Head of Accounts had met her on the staircase and had noted that he had expected to see her own signature.
That was a silly move by Mercy, if you ask me.

Well, by the time she finished the story, I saw something in Ada that might hold true for most women in demanding positions of authority. They may act strong outside, really, inside they are still the emotional beings they are. A mixed feeling of anger and something else I couldn't place poured from Ada, and maybe she hadn't even noticed I had moved close to her by now. Because when I put my hands around her, she swallowed.
All I could whisper was
"Its alright... Its alright..."
And maybe that added to her emotions as Anita Baker rendered her music with so much soul.

I would hold her like that for the next five minutes. Just there, doing but else but holding her. After a while, the emotions seemed to have waned off, she gently and very calmly broke free.
"That was soothing, thanks" as she sat.
"I think you should have a shower, eat something and rest a little. We'd talk when I get home"
We chatted a little more and I got up to go. She led the way to open the door for me while I came behind her.
Mehnn!!! Oh boy!

Ada asss needs to be commended. Viewing it from the back, it was round and thick. She had taken off her jacket so I could see the type of asss she had. You know, those types that start at the lower back. And I could sense it would even be bigger when seen in a tighter skirt than the loose fitting one Ada always wore.
Still, her hips shares some of those flesh, protruding. Sideways in a very sexy curve down her thighs. Full laps. This was not fat. No. This was pure raw meat. My Johnny-T began to rise at the sight. The analysis of the vision in my head was making my rod harden faster.
And she walked to the door, things got harder under my trousers. Her huge asss was rolling up and down in a very seductive manner. There was this urge to hold her from the back and feel the inspiration emanating from the rolling of the calabash.
Mehn! One needs to kabash not to fall into the temptations of the calabash.

Back home, my mind and the whole of my body was fixated on the visions I had seen on Ada. Ada had a very huge ikebe. No wonder she always wore loose fitting dresses. Even on friday, she'd not wear what will make eyes see.
I was turning and turning on my bed, restless. I thought to call her like I had said earlier but if I called Ada in this mood I am, I go just dey jabo. I go just dey mis-yarn. And I didn't want to fuck up and spoil my chances of hitting the core. But that heavy nyansh I saw was what an IT person might call 'Dual Core'. And yes, it was making my rod hardcore.

I didn't know when I drifted off to sleep. For all I know sef, by the time I was having all these thoughts, I was dreaming sef...

The Black Sheep III

"Good afternoon ma"
"How was your day today" she asked
"It was fine"
"Hmmm... I guess you are already enjoying the company"
I wasn't sure what she meant, I just said
"Work is enjoyable here"
Well, there was a little more pleasantries and she made to go and asked
"Are you going to stop at same bus-stop?"
Realising she wanted to give me a lift, I told her I was going to get something to eat. And indeed, I wanted to eat something heavy. There was one iya-Basira restaurant off the road, located where only those seeking it can find.
Mehn I need some pounded yam. Not poundo yam. Real pounded yam and efo-riro with some Ogufe to go with it as escort.



I had now spent three months and thing went on smoothly.
Williams and I became even better friends as I never took him nor my work for granted. Never for once would 'in-subordination' be an issue. He didn't have problems with people unlike Mercy.
Mercy was ambitious. All she cared was positions and her 'career'. Didn't matter who's toes were stepped on, nor who's ox she'd gore. She was the quintessential career lady. All up on a 6-inches heel and skirt suit et al.
Of course, she really doesn't owe anyone apologies for being who she was. And of course, nobody owes her any apologies for their responsorial behaviours. Generally, mercy wasn't liked much. Most times her attitude comes off as rude and insensitive.

Little did I know that all wasn't well between she and her boss, Ada. Some really bad blood was brewing between them.
Most departments have average of 3 workers. Some two. HR had three workers. Admin had one etc. Nowhere else was there that kind of fierce challenge from a subordinate.
And very little did I know that Mercy was going to use I and Ada to orchestrate her plans.

The eventual love between the two love-birds became the hatchery for a blackmail...


Months rolled by and before I could say Jack, it was 10 months already. And over this period, Ada and myself had gotten a tad bit closer.
Severally times, I joined her and stopped at my bus-stop. The few times she didn't come to work with her car, she didn't join me. Instead she took a taxi.
Nonetheless, we steadily got closer. Sometimes, we ate together in the restaurant. Many of the times, she bring her food from home. And only buys drinks.
Lunchtime and going home brought us together many of the times. And we talked from music to politics, movies to fashion, celebrities to events, personalities, TV shows etc.
And nobody would have ever thought her favourite past-time is with the simple game of ludo. Lol.

Over this period, my crush on her had turned into some sort of love. It got to an extent that at weekends, I would be looking forward to monday. Just to see Ada around.
Then it happened that I began to notice Ada's eyes on me. You know, that 1-second-longer-than-normal kind of look. I initially passed it off as nothing, though I had felt happy about it the very first day I noticed.
This could be risky to take it as 'green-light' and make any move on her. It could ruin everything if I was wrong...

Then I noticed something one day while I went for lunch. Tope had joined me. Tope is a pretty looking girl from the office too. She was employed at same time as me. Somehow, I had become popular among my set as 'the black sheep', rather unfortunately.
But the funny thing with people is that they get attracted to those bad boys. Yet, close to the MD.
Tope was chatting away that afternoon about something random but apparently of much interest to her when I saw Ada come in. She saw me and before I could say anything, she shifted her glance elsewhere.
And throughout, Ada never looked my way again. I kept wondering at this. Was Ada jealous?

The black sheep always helped around the office with anything computer-related. Solving simple issues before the guys in charge come around. There was a real black sheep in the office, Efe liked to view pornsites after office hours. He is also careless, so he always needed my help to delete cookies and wipe history. His system always had virus problems. So I get free lunch from him, weekend beer and nkwobi at a local joint.

It happened that I began to like Ada more and more, beyond what might be considered healthy. Sometimes, when she passes I just marvel at her beauty. In her skirt suit, her shape and huge batty just fills up the skirt. And those her boobs! Then came the day she caught my eyes on her boobs. Funny, I didn't feel embarrassed. More serious was what I saw across her face. I thought I saw a smile flash across her face in that instance.
We had added up on Facebook and exchanged BBM pins. But for a long time, we never said hello to each other on those social media. Yet, friends.

Things went on and somehow it looked like I would just settle to being good friends with Ada. Ada was a decent looking lady. And had a real good heart. One day, at unity busstop just after the Customs office on Mobolaji Bank-Anthony, the traffic had just eased up and as vehicle drivers shifted gears for speed, a car hit a young girl who was hawking fruits. As the girl fell and her fruits scattered across the road and got crushed by tires, the driver didn't stop. Since the road was freed up, he joined the overhead bridge towards Ikeja Post Office and in a flash was gone.
Ada parked as people ran to help the young girl of about 13. She was bleeding as people carried her. Her mother ran out from somewhere nearby crying and wailing. Ada offered her car to carry the young girl to the nearby General Hospital. A short distance away. While there, Ada used the ATM there and paid for the young girl's treatment. And gave the mother some extras. Not sure though, but she must have spent 20-30 thousand naira there on an absolute stranger she barely knew.
Well, we would head away from the hospital only an hour and twenty later.

Indeed, I was loving every bit of this lady. Not just those hips. No, not just those bossoms. The heart too...


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 Karma is a bitch. Many people would argue. Yet, interestingly Ada would hold slightly different curiosities as I would find out.
While we were at the hospital, we saw someone being rushed into the emergency where the little girl was being treated. It looked like there had been an accident. And it looked serious. Those that helped bring the victim had said it had happened nearby, the brakes had failed.
As we drove out of the hospital, Ada asked
"Are you in a hurry?"
"No. Not exactly"
"So you can get home maybe two hours later?"
"If the two hours are worth it, I won't complain"
"Then let's eat first"

She went towards the post office and to MMIA 2. Just at the forte-oil refill station there had been a little traffic. As blue car was dented. Looked like it had run into something. No occupants. Apparently, the accident had happened not too long ago and Lagos State Traffic Management Agency had managed the situation. They were preparing to tow the vehicle away and as she drove past, we heard an official reporting to his superior who had just arrived that the driver had been rushed to the General Hospital at Ikeja.
Something about the car struck me but not able to place it yet, I shrugged. Until Ada asked
"Do you remember this car?"
"Isn't this the car that hit the little girl?" I asked as it suddenly hit me.
She gently nodded.
"Isn't Karma just a Dam?"
The hit and run driver just got served! Hell yeah! Imagine the little girl in the ER of the hospital with the driver that had hit her. Though oblivious of it, its funny how things work. Doesn't that serve him right? But is 'natural justice' another form of jungle justice?

She parked and called someone on the phone. She simply had said
"Hello? I'm around. Meet me there"
A moment later, a mallam came up to her side of the car as she whined down. He greeted her in a very familiar way and handed her an envelope. A little weighty. I didn't need to be told that was some hell of money. She brushed through the tip of the notes
"You sure say its complete?"
"Haba madam, gaskia!" He replied in his very strong Hausa accent, raising his two hands as he said the 'gaskia'. Gaskia means 'truly' or 'honestly' in Hausa language.
Ada opened her bag and pulled out some Pounds notes and handed him.
"Are we okay?"
He briefly looked at it and smiled broadly.
"Haba madam, I can not doubt you madam"
He thanked her some more before going away. We came down and went into the KFC eatery there.

After taking what we'd have and sat to eat, she asked
"Do you really believe in Karma?"
"Do you have any different opinion?"
"Not really, I've just been very curious at that concept called Karma"
"How?" I asked
"Consider this: many little girls are being raped everyday across the world. Is karma supposed to make sure, the children of these rapists are also raped? If this happens, is it being fair? For the father's sin to be pushed, another innocent little girl must get raped?"
I was silent. Considering what she had just asked.
She continued
"Okay, maybe that is far fetched. It satisfies our sensibility, our moral code of conduct and acute perception of how justice should be meted out especially when a weaker partner can not do anything about it. In this case, it is plausible that Karma caught up with the driver for running off after hitting a little girl hawking fruit to raise income for her family"
I just looked on at her while I chewed.
"But other principles could actually be responsible. If the driver was drunk while driving, he may have been involved in an accident not necessarily because the girl was hit. If someone did such horrible thing as to hit a little girl and had no remorse to say sorry, maybe Karma may be right afterall to get him involved in an accident almost immediately too.
Okay, away from that, think of how many women get cheated on even when they. Never cheated their partners. Some single ladies being disappointed by their fiances just a week to their wedding, only to run away with another and get married. Is this to mean she had also disappointed another before? And getting paid back in her coin? Think about it Stag. Karma seems like it exists. A universal superstition but like every superstition, a little more enquiry into it will show its inconsistency. Or maybe we need a 21st century Socrates to help with this philosophical topic. Gravity is consistent the world over. Every morning the sun doesn't disappoint, the seasons come and go with precision. Basic universal laws. What happens to helpless people who get killed for ritual reasons? The culprits are caught, arrested and jailed. Is this justice for the dead? In prisons, some people are framed and in jail for thirty years and counting, how does almighty Karma resolve their cases? Does it remain an eye for an eye, what you sow you shall reap kind of law that a husband beats his wife to death. He gets jail term but she doesn't live anymore. Tell me Stag, I'm curious"

I couldn't talk. I had no response. Even though some may call me Mr Poirot of Agatha Christie's series or a Sherlock Holmes, I nor be Aristotle, Eryximacus nor Plato.
Considering these things was beginning to make Karma look just like an urban myth. Normally, a drunk driver is inclined to accidents, if the driver hit someone and tried to run away, most likely over-speeding to get away, over-speeding is accident prone. But because we need justice for the little girl, our emotions would like to attach the whole scenario to Karma. I remembered being robbed at gun point. I remember my handset being lost. Why didn't Karma get the person to return the handset like I would return other people's lost but found items? Or does Karma intend to tell me I had robbed someone at gun point too?

One thing I am sure of is this: any natural law remains constant at all times, everywhere. I inclined to disagree with her curiosity but I couldn't find an answer for the example of a man who rapes a little child. If his own child gets raped years later, we can definitely clap for Karma, but how do we classify his young daughter's side of the experience? Hmmm... This Karma of a thing needs serious debates o. Because across the world, there are examples to justify and argue for. Yet, there are obvious loopholes in it. Or perhaps, if you believe it, it works for you. If you don't, it doesn't.

"Some food for thoughts you are feeding me with" I said
"Not really. I have always believed Karma as we all are made to believe by convention. But somehow, the equation doesn't balance. So I'm seeking answers too. I'm just as confused about it. I thought you could present points in favour of it."
"Hardly a thing I can respond to with all conviction now. Maybe we may attend to it later"

But the fervent way she put across her points told me few things. For one, she must have been thinking long and hard about it. Today's definitely not the first time such thought is crossing her mind.
A second thing is that I could almost sense its something personal. Could a hurt be smouldering and she hoping on Karma for justice too?

Well, for the rest of the evening, the mood lightened up as we gradually shifted the day's events behind. We had a meal together and she noted that we had only spent thirty minutes of the two hours. Funny, but what else did she have in mind?
We left and went to somewhere else in Ajao estate. A quiet place. We had drinks and chatted the evening away.
By the end of the evening I had more questions about Ada than I have found out about her. I also found out she stayed somewhere around her in Ajao estate.

We talked more music, celebrities and movies. Ada was really a very contemporary woman. Up to date in happenings and sound in logical thoughts.
I had a very good conversation with her and by the time we left, I had had a very good evening. Now, I didn't have any reservations about taking her number and by the time I asked for it, it sounded long overdue. I prefer it so. Patience.

Out, I hailed a taxi and got a fair bargain for N2,000 from there to my house.


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The game said he had dreams of furking an R n B bitchh like Mya. And you'd agree with him that anything was possible, if 50 furked Vivica.
I had dreams of Ada. But she looked a tall order. Kind of hard to imagine, how I'd lay a boss. I was in the glass house thinking.
It was obvious Ada had needed a company that evening. But I had brushed it off as maybe she had been very upset about what had happened to the little girl, and perhaps had gotten a bit emotional about it.

When I got home that night, I sent a text
'Thanks for the evening.'
This was about 10:30, and around 11:00 a reply came in
'More thanks to you'
I had an urge to call her. A strong one. But how was I going to call my lady boss at 11pm? Wasn't it too late?

In the morning at work I sent a message to her on BBM
'Good morning ma. Hope the morning is going smooth?'
She didn't reply for hours. I had started to wonder if something had gone amiss. At some minutes after 12noon, a reply finally came.
'Hey you! Hope you're good'
'Lunch?' I asked curtly
'Afrika Buka'
Adult communication. No unnecessary distractions. But why a restaurant away from the office, I thought. Hmmm...
Afrika Buka is a relatively expensive restaurant that offered local african cuisine. Just a few quids more than the un-branded restaurants though.
Lunch time, I headed there without saying anything to her. I wanted to keep away from her office as much as possible.
To my surprise when I got into the restaurant, I saw her at the far end clipping through a magazine over a glass of fruit drink.
I walked over to the table. She greeted and she apologised not responding to my message on time, she had been in a meeting.
I raised my hand and someone came to take the order. And to be on a safe side, I asked for the bill alongside. When the waiter had left, she teased
"Feeling like an alpha already?"
"Not exactly. Maybe just more hungry than you are"
"I suggested here, so let your ego rest and let me take care of things"
"I don't think so. You did good last night"
"Is this supposed to be a pay-back?"
I laughed
"Okay. Take on the drinks, if you must" I said
In a very mature way we were agreeing on things together. Well, largely I had to compromise the male thing.
When the orders arrived, a piece of paper came with it.
We ate and chatted. She seemed very relaxed. More than she'd usually be at other lunch times.

It wasn't very hard to see that somehow, gradually we were getting closer. By now, she had told me a little bit more about herself. For one, she stayed alone.
I hadn't considered that but again, that explained a number of things.
We had been out the previous evening and she didn't seem to be in a hurry home. I wondered if she was single, separated or divorced. But I couldn't begin to ask such, not to embarrass her. In due time I would find out.
We occasionally looked in each other's eyes but Ada couldn't look into my eyes for long. I teased her about it and she seemed a little shy about it but rather laughed hysterically.
It was fun being with Ada.

More, I could feel Ada needed a friend. I hadn't asked how old she was not to embarrass her still, but at her estimated age group, loneliness killed faster than a bullet to the heart.

After lunch, I pulled my wallet and dropped notes on the tray. Ada reached into her bag, took out her purse and dropped some notes on her tray too. Both combined covered the meal more than.
As we rose rose to go, the waiter arrived to stay the table. Took up the money and called at us
"Excuse me, You have change to collect"
"You can keep that" Ada said
"Thank you ma"
The meal cost N3,200 in total and we had dropped N4,000 in the tray.
"You are a very kind person o" I teased
"The tips in Las Vegas can buy a car" she attempted to downplay the tease.
"What happens in Las Vegas stays in Las Vegas" I said
She turned to look at me as if a deeper meaning was read in it
Looking away, I continued
"A golden rule."
"You seem to have a way with right words at right times" she managed to say after a long silence.
At the gate out, I told her I wasn't going to the office back yet. Well, it was apparent to both of us that we couldn't be seen everywhere together every time. Tongues will begin their hobby. None of us would want that.

By the time I got back to the office, I was late. Lol. Usual. Almost immediately a message deliver to my BBM
'Black sheep'
Like she was watching me, Ada's message sounded funny like it was meant to say 'I know what you did last summer' or rather 'I know where you are coming from'. I smiled and replied
'Thanks to you' I replied.

We didn't talk again the whole day. Even after work, we didn't see.
At home that evening I was watching a movie after dinner when my phone rang. I checked only to see it was Ada.
"Hello?" I answered
"Hi" Ada's soft voice came on line
"I had wanted to call but I thought it was getting late, you may have slept."
"No. I sleep late most times"
"Okay. So what're you up to?"
"Nothing much. Just bored with myself"
"Nobody will believe that"
"Yeah. I know. Well, I thought it will be interesting to hear a gist of all those your girlfriends"
What?!!
My laugh was so hysterical that she too had to laugh.
"Which one did you help me toast"
"You're a handsome guy naw, I know those small small girls will not let you rest"
"Says who. You know Nigerian girls only want money."
"Who says? That's what everyone says but we know its just a lie. Have you not seen an unemployed man with numerous women? Tell me, is that also money? So stop hiding them from me, tell me about them"

Hmmm...

With this Ada had taken us through a sharper and faster turn to the 'promised' land...

The Black Sheep II

The training went on smoothly and work proper started the following week.
Some of us new members of staff were sent to Port-Harcourt.
By now, I had gotten to know Williams a bit more. I also met other colleagues.
But Williams was the one who I found myself asking questions while tuning in to the new office life. He seemed to know things.

Day after day, the first week crawled past and weeks rolled into the first month.
It had been smooth. My first salary came and I made sure to get myself three T.M Lewin shirts, a Promador silver chain wristwatch and a pair of shoes by Firetrap.
And of course, I had a bottle of wine and suya. Suya is a local grilled flat piece of meat garnished with pepper, raw diced tomatoes and raw onions. Grilled steak. Suya and red wine is an awesome combination! In fact tales have been told of how people bought Suya as gifts to their lovers on Valentine's Day.
But less enjoyable was the fact that there was no one to share it with me. Presently, the only thing that beats the taste is the thoughts of Ada.

My mind drifted to Ada. I wished she was here with me now, talking over wine and suya.

Over the past one month, I had not seen much of her. Save, at the car park when we arrive in the morning or when we are leaving after work. Sometimes when she comes down to 2nd floor. A few other times was at the canteen. The canteen was too public to attempt to chat her up to avoid embarrassing myself, or even her. Most times, I just greet
"Good morning ma"
"Good morning" she would reply curtly.

I liked this lady and I wanted to get to know a bit more about her but I had never even succeeded in catching her eye for once.
One day I devised a means to get closer to talking with her and immediately put the plan to work after considering her possibly reactions.
I didn't know what part of Lagos she stays but I had noticed she drives towards Ikeja bus-stop. So, on this day I had gone to work without the car. After work, I chilled somewhere at the far end of the corridor on the 3rd floor, acting like I was busy punching away at my phone. Soon as I saw her exit the office, I followed. At a distance though. I was two flight of stairs behind her. That gave enough time for her to get to her car.
As she was fumbling with the keys to open her door, I came up to her
"Excuse me ma"
She turned round
"Oh! Stag how're you doing?"
"I'm good. Please which way are you going. But if its okay with you, I'd like to join you till I get to Ikeja main busstop, around the bridge."
"Ermmm... Okay"
She opened and we got in. The first moment inside the car together was awkward. I was tongue-tied, I didn't know what to say. A good thing she did was to tune the car radio to Rythm FM as she backed out and headed into the road. The traffic was slow moving through Toyin Street and joining Mobalaji Bank-Anthony Way beside the customs office. Though it became a relatively short journey when she spoke up as the traffic crawled.
"So how was the day"
"Oh, it was fine"
"And how have you found the company so far"
"Better than I had thought" I replied.
Like she took a moment to digest my reply, she asked
"So what were your initial thoughts"
I made a short laugh
"You don't want to say?
"Not that. If I'm sure I'm talking off records"
Now it was her turn to give a short laugh.
"Office hours are over."
Hmmm...
"So what did you have in mind?" She continued
"Well, going by your first attack at me for coming in late for the training, I would have thought the company quite high-handed."
"In other words, I am high-handed"
"I guess, its not about you as a person. You acted in the capacity of a facilitator representing the company, like my boss that you are"
"So you do not think I'm obnoxious?"
Wow!
Somehow, I was getting a bit uncomfortable at the turn of the conversation so I was silent at the question. A second too long, enough to make her get the point.
"You have been kind to me"
I could tell she wasn't expecting that.
She didn't say any thing again.

In a way that showed she had abruptly ended that topic, she asked
"So what happened to your car?"
"Oh! It just wouldn't start this morning. I tried all I could. The mechanic will take a look when I get home."
Hehehe. Only if she knew the car was working perfectly. I just wanted a valid reason to be around her closely for a while.
I had thought out other possible situations like someone else joining us. Or I didn't get to sit beside her. Luckily, everything had fallen in place. Just the two of us.
And at that time, 'Everyday People' by Arrested Development came on in the radio. I noticed her fingers tapping the steering in tune with the music even though she was not singing along. Sign of a music lover...

We began talking music. From music of the 90s to the 80s and 70s. And before we could talk some Frank Sinatra and Gladys Knight, we were at the busstop I was to come down.
Then suddenly, I found myself in a dilemma. How do I ask for her number? What was I taking it for? In an official circumstance or an attempt to get familiar. I disliked the later. Besides, what would I be calling her for? I can always thank her properly for the ride in the office tomorrow. So I gave up the thought.
I thanked her and alighted.


A plan well executed.


 As time went by, Williams and I became very good friends. He heads customer service. Through him I heard different stories and things that had happened before I joined the company.
One was of two people who had fallen in love with each other and connived to defraud the company. They hid and manipulated figures. Their plans was working well for them because the lady was an Admin staff and the guy was in Accounts. The guy had promised to marry the lady so she was fully co-operating with him until they were nabbed.

I wondered what might happen if I ever had anything to do with Ada. Would they find out? What could possibly happen? I shook the thoughts off.
I never mentioned Ada to Williams though. I could never do such. No matter the friendship, it remained office based. Sometimes, we sit somewhere around having drinks till the traffic frees up a bit before leaving.
Williams was married with two kids but would not let the youth corpers somewhere off Allen be. Those were his field. Maybe he naturally has a thing for Green khaki and white Tees, NYSC uniform.
We bonded in a very remarkable way. Despite the regular stuff men talk about, I don't act too familiar. We had a thing in common, we both like good asss. Huge batty, curvy hips, full bossoms and that feminine reception.
It was easy to know when Williams is having bad times with his wife. He waits longer before going home. All the times in company of a girl, but funny enough, he doesn't lay most of them.
She had to be the real deal or he'd pass. He just wants the company he gets. Then go home and just sleep. Lol.
Married peeps can act funny sometimes.

One day, a customer came in. When he sat down I couldn't help but recognise a Timex. 'EXPEDITION' written on the leather, as always, for the quiet class.
He had been referred by another company who used to our client-company until they moved. I attended to him. Giving him the information he required. He asked one question too many. He wanted their members of staff trained on being efficient professionals.
That needed IT grooming, and training sessions on 'The Work Place'. Timing, meetings, scheduling and prioritizing, formal communication and mannerisms, team building and all other items in a complete overhaul of staff attitude.
After his enquiries, I asked
"Your timepiece is nice. A Timex?"
"Expedition" he replied
And before I could say anything else, he began to tell me all about it. A sign.
Those who wear the less known but better brands only need you to spot their quality and they engage you.
After the little chat, he left. Only after taking a phone number.

He would call again the next day and refused anybody else attend to him. When I returned from using the Convenience, he called back minutes later. Eventually, he got the company and it turned out to be a big business for Diloft. Somehow, my name kept coming up everytime the file was being reviewed.
I was supposed to be customer service but the man always wanted me to do what the marketing section should do.
Whatever the client wants. I began to handle the profile. A marketer is normally attached to a profile, but Mr Nelson Oteh wouldn't hear none of that. A nice man he truly was. So I bridge between the marketer and the client. When he wasn't satisfied with the marketing, he would call me.

When the team of facilitators would visit the company, he requested that I come along. I went along.
Eventually, the staff at his company was trained after being accessed. In fact, they had to relieve some of the members. A new management had taken Becker Industries Ltd.

Unknown, even to my MD is that he and the MD of Becker Industries Ltd went to same secondary school at Kings College in the 60s to early 70s.
They would later meet and learn of this. When he returned to the office, he sent for me. The MD rarely sent for anyone except you were in trouble. So when people heard the MD sent for me, everyone had un-asked questions about the black sheep.
Well, I ran my mind through, what my possible offence might be. I started preparing a defence to counter my late coming.
Thing is, the club I loved to go most always did some all night on Wednesdays so Thursdays was a sure day of late coming for the black sheep. And yes, sometimes I overspend my lunch hour.

Funny how stuff works, when I went to his office, he didn't talk much about the office
"How are you Stag"
"I'm fine Sir"
"How do find working here?"
Not wanting to fall into same type of conversation I had with Ada, I said
"Its been a very pleasant experience sir"
"I'm told you introduced us to Becker Industries..."
Oops! I was lost at this point because the man actually walked in by himself.
"No sir, it only happened that I first attended to him"
"Oh well, but Akin talks highly of you"
Lost again.
"I'm not very sure I know which Mr Akin you mean"
"The owner of that company..."
And like a bolt of thunder, a surge of excitement rushed through him and began a long monologue of how they attended same school and told me of some of their experiences.
Do old men still reminisce this enthusiastically about the junior days in school? Wow!
He had his secretary bring me a pack of juice while I just sat and laughed at his gist. Many times, I had to force the laughs when he made failed attempts at jokes.

By the time the day ended, the whole office had known I was chatting friendly with the boss over a glass of fruit drink. Thanks to the secretary.

It was 20 minutes past 5 when I headed out of the office. As I stepped out of the building I heard someone call me
"Stag!"
The voice registered. And yes! I know that voice...

It was Ada.

The Black Sheep.

Ada was my boss. We worked at Diloft Consulting Ltd. on Allen Avenue Ikeja. She was head of Human Resources. A workaholic, yet, such an awesome beauty to behold!!!
And this is how I became The Black Sheep...




The very first day I was to start work, my day started at the HR. I was to go for some documentation and collect my employment letter. But my ID card was not to be ready that day. Well, I wasn't bothered. I was happy to be employed in this very lovely company. And the pay was decent, most importantly.

I arrived at 7:15 A.M and had to wait outside the gate until 8 A.M because the security guys did not know me. So I sat on a broken seat at the car park, waiting. I barely knew anyone so as people passed by and went their ways, I just greeted randomly. Some hurriedly answered without even looking up at who's greeting. Typical hustle and bustle of Lagos, everyone is constantly in a rush. I shrugged, took out my earphones and tuned my phone's frequency to Cool FM. Though the news was boring listening to the politics of the day, I kept busy with it. Something had to distract me else I'd become very tensed being the first day there. President Ya'adua had just passed on and a funny cabal wouldn't let his Vice ascend the seat.

As I scrolled through the radio stations, I noticed a car rolled quietly into a lot. A moment later, the driver came out. A lady. She was chubby and of average height. Fair in complexion and wore glasses. Her natural black hair flowed backwards, effortlessly. She wore black skirt suit and a flat shoe. She looked like the actress Omotola Jalade-Ekeinde.
She came down, opened the door to the back seat and pulled out a file. The file was heavy and seemed to contain many pieces of papers. As she made to close the door, some papers fell out of the file. She shut the door, picked the papers up and pressed a button on her keys. The car beeped and the lights shone bright for a brief instant. She turned and walked away, calmly.

She hadn't taken three steps past me when another piece of paper dropped from the file. It wasn't far from where I sat, so I picked it up and called out to her
"Excuse me, ma"
She turned. And now at a much closer range, I could see her face properly. Her eyes were clear white, and her eyeballs were big, she had thin lips, almost no make up. Her skin was flawless.
"This fell from you"
She must have said
"Oh!" But I didn't hear her because I had earphones tucked in my ears.
She began to walk back for it and went to her and handed it to her
Again, she must have said "Thanks" with a smile
But I still couldn't hear because I was still listening to the radio, all I saw was her smile. A lovely smile.
Her mannerisms told how really polite a woman she was.
I went back to where I sat.

Now many people had come. Not wanting to be late on my first day at work, I made sure I was at the entrance of the office at 7:45.
I went in and introduced myself to the first person I saw inside and told her I was to report to Head, Human Resources. He directed me.

After I introduced myself to the first lady I saw there, her first question was
"Have you entered the register?"
"I haven't written my name anywhere yet" I replied.
"What time did you get here"
"About 7:15"
"Good. Because lateness to work is frowned at here."
"Okay"
"Go and register your name and come back"

I left.

I went back to the first person I had met earlier, Williams. He showed me where the register was. I wrote my name and signed.

Getting back to the lady at HR, she said I had to wait that she was busy. I took a seat where she pointed to. Away from her desk. Like a waiting area.

30 minutes later, I was still waiting.
45 minutes had passed when suddenly something caught my attention. A door opened and a lady came out. Same lady whose piece of paper had fallen earlier that morning. She looked so elegant.
She called out to the lady I was waiting for
"Mercy, who is this person waiting for?"
"I'm to document him ma"
"So what are you doing? What is his staff ID number?"
She couldn't answer. Apparently, I had been waiting for this lady who wasn't even attending to me at all. She was doing something else all the while. For 45 minutes?!
Obviously her boss, the woman asked her to put away everything else she was doing and attend to me.
Then the lady started to walk towards me. For and instant, my heart froze. Oblivious of every other thing around, I was captivated by this woman. Absolutely charmed. I could have sworn I was looking at Omotola. When she got to me, in a soft spoken manner she said
"Thank you for this morning."
"It was nothing ma"
"What recruitment firm handled your application?"
"Jobsearch"
"What's your name?"
"Stag"
"Be punctual and work by the rules and you'd be good."
"Thank you ma."
She turned to go but I stopped her turning
"Sorry ma, may I know your name?"

For a brief moment, I thought I saw that look of surprise. Like saying 'did you just ask for my name?' Or she just wasn't used to being asked her name.
She looked at me for a second too long.
"Ada"
And without further ado, she swung around and left.

She left me confused. Did I do anything wrong? Although I had expected her to say 'MRS Ada blah blah' with emphasis on the 'Mrs'. You know, to buttress a point and drive it home properly if she felt insulted at the fact that I asked what her name was.

Well, unknown to me, Mercy had taken it personal that her boss was a little hard on her because of me and from then on, Mercy blacklisted me.
And so, from my first day at work, I had been unwilling dragged into office politics. Even without knowing it.

I got the letter and by the end of the day, I got my ID card and shown to my desk at Customer Service. Next day, I was to begin a 5-day training that will end on saturday. I wasn't the only one that was newly employed. Eleven of us. Employed into various positions and departments.

When I got home, the events of the day kept running through my mind. Especially that moment when I had asked Ada for her name. The magical moment when you look into the face of someone so beautiful that you become enchanted. That very magical moment when the enchantment swept you off your feet like Juju.
I took up my phone and googled Omotola Ekeinde's recent pictures. That was how much alike they looked. If you see Omotola, you have seen Ada. Except that Ada was more beautiful!

And so, it turns out that on my first day at work I had fallen for a colleague. Not just a colleague, a senior colleague at HR. She could easily get me sacked if I tried any rubbish. Well, I must find ways to mask it till I'm able to completely subdue and deaden the feelings.

Only if Ada's Juju would let me be. Little did I know that Love has its funny ways. True love never resides in one heart, True Love lives in two hearts in equal proportions. And as it clung to my heart, it had also clung elsewhere...

Well, the next day I got to the office early. The training was for 9A.M. I was at my desk till 8:50, then I took my notepad and pen and headed for the training. I was shown the training rooms.
The building is 3-story. And Diloft Consulting was on the 1st and 2nd floors. A different company on the ground floor and another company on the 3rd floor. But the Managing Director of Diloft Consulting, John Arowolo, had his office on the 3rd floor. Another company occupied the remainder of the floor.
So, while the bulk of the company is situated on the lower floors, the Big Boss himself was on the topmost floor.
The basement housed locker rooms for the security guys and the cleaning company.

As I entered, I was shocked to see that it had started. People were seated already and to my shock, Ada was on the podium.
"You! Why are you just coming?" She barked at me. The whole class turned to look. All eyes on me.
"I'm sorry ma, I'm not just coming. I was at my desk."
"Don't give excuses. When you are late, you are late. Excuses make you less a professional"
I just looked on as I was the guinea pig she would use as an example.
"Take responsibilities for your shortcomings and apologise. If there are consequences for an offence you commit, accept it. That's how you become better and strong" she continued. Saying it more or less to the entire class.
And as eyes turned back to her, I quickly took as seat at the back.
"You, the late comer. Come to the front seat here" she pointed directly at me
Chei! I wan die
"And for the remainder of the training days, you would sit there" she concluded.
Mwhn, I was sweating. Damn, my crush was standing on the podium looking all radiant. And attacking me so mercilessly.
As I moved to the front, I saw Mercy seated among some faces I had seen yesterday. Apparently, they were facilitators.
"People like him shy away from responsibilities. Come late, blame traffic, sit at the back, be the first to run out once we're done here even though he was the last to come"
Mehn, see finishing!
This lady just stand there dey deal me blows, and by the end of that statement had succeeded in giving me the image of a bad boy. The black sheep of the class.

"Good morning everyone. My name is Ada. I head the HR. I hope you have all been properly documented..."
It just dawned on me that I entered at the wrong time. She must have just climbed the podium and hadn't even said a word when I entered. Offering myself as a lamb on her alter.
Well, on and on the training went. One facilitator after another. We were served lunch and continued till 3 in the afternoon.

Diloft Consulting Ltd provides training services to various companies. Accounting trainings, audit trainings, trainings on statistical software and techniques like SPSS etc, IT trainings, and does procurement too. The client companies include major banks, micro-finance banks,  IT companies, schools and oil companies etc.
There are two branches. Apart from this one in Lagos, the other is at Port-Harcourt, Rivers State.
I was happy to be employed here. The professional spirit here was enviable and the pay was good. It could afford me a good life. Take a better accommodation and live a creamy life. I had opened a salary account with Guarantee Trust Bank and was looking forward to my first pay.
Lovely company, I must say. The furnishings were of quality taste. The IT infrastructure was superb. Every system was on the internet. The people I met were living signs of how standard a company Diloft Consulting is. Smart looking, enthusiastic and very friendly ever-smiling people. Well, except the bitchy Mercy.
And I silently prayed nothing goes wrong with my job as I was determined to groom myself better here. Up my game and build a solid CV. Mingling with top class naturally rubs off on you.

Unknown to me, the rollercoaster ride of events that would follow over the course of time would wow me, thrill me, get me carried away, get me in trouble and ultimately teach me lessons.
Lessons hidden in plain sight...