UNREPENTANT MISTRESS PT4.Abuja ''Maga''

AMAKA sits behind  the steering Wheel of Her Silver Range Rover.Her eyes are focused on the Bank Premises in Front of her.She grips the Steering wheel TIGHTLY as if to crush the leather with her bare hands.Evidently.....she's p**sed!
In her eye, we see RAW RAGE!!!
Outside the car, the street is a Bee-hive of activity.

Pedestrians, Bank employees and customers roaming about like a disturbed nest of ants.
The ATM machine to her right is over-run with people and the Queue is so long, its just  ridiculous.
More people go by,occasionally glancing in her direction.
AMAKA regards them the way an Angry Rottweiler  would regard a small family of Rodents playing close to its cage.

She takes a deep breath, and then calmly brings out her  Iphone to dial the number again.
Caller ID on her screen simply says "ABUJA-MAGA 8"
There's silence on the other end at first and then  we hear;
"The Number you have dialed, does not exist.Please check the number and dial again"
"F**K!!!!!"AMAKA screams
into an empty car as she  repeatedly slams her fist into the dashboard.
She Winces in pain from the last "slam"(she wont be hitting the dashboard with her fist any time soon)
A Passer-by throws a curious glance at the clearly disturbed young woman inside the Range Rover .
"MIND YOUR BUSINESS,...FOOL!!"AMAKA barks at him.
The young-man ''scuttles off''

LONG SILENCE

AMAKA leans back into her seat,closes her eyes and tries to steady herself.
''Take a deep breath and count to ten", she whispers.

After about a minute, she seems slightly composed. She opens her eyes and leans forward again.
We've never seen her this RATTLED before.

She casually turns and SMILES in OUR DIRECTION;

''I guess you're probably wondering why I am so upset''She says .
She sighs Heavily and continues talking to us.

''Well, its a long story,.....About Three months ago I got a weird FACEBOOK request. Now as a rule, I'm  really not much of a FACEBOOK-person until recently when I started posting my 'Raunchy' pictures online
Now all of a sudden,I get hundreds of request on a daily.
They range from Perverts,Lesbians, ''Lesbian-Perverts'' and the rest of the weird .
But every once in awhile, I find a decent Naira-Loaded ''MAGA''.

On that day,I got a request from  Guy simply known as MFON.
To be honest,I really didn't know what to make of it. He claimed to be some BIG-SHOT in ABUJA.

 He in-boxed me on FACEBOOK(severally) begging that if I added him, he would make it worth my while.
whats the worst that could happen? I said to myself. And so I added him.

After that, he tried chatting me up.
I am not a 'Chatter'.. period!.

He started telling me how beautiful I was,bla bla bla .
 At some point, I figured him for a ''waste of time''.
 Until he typed the words;

''...so whats your rate??''

I smiled, I like it when they're direct. Less talk.
He didn't reply at once. Clearly he was thinking it through.
To be fair, I didn't think he had the money, I was actually just messing around putting him on a ''long-tin''.To my shock he typed;Was this guy for real??? I thought. Humour him I thought.Big boy like this, how won't he know?I thought.My reason was simple, although I AMAKA, am the last person in creation anyone should mess with,.......no mean say I like trouble. I had no idea who this guy was so I had to be careful.And would you believe it? In two weeks the shoes had arrived.I didn't even bother checking the shoes properly(in hindsight,i should've).Anyway, he came to town some  days later.I  could tell he was really excited when he saw me.All through my painful ordeal I could hear him in his weird accent going;''Ooh!Beby you're swet....very swet!!!!""And his stamina was just wrong,The Dude must have been a Race-Horse in a Past-Life


I replied.
''Oral or full service??''

I stared at the Screen of my IPAD waiting .

''...the first one" he finally replied
I smiled again,
Shyness is always a good sign.Most times, It meant they paid more.
''Well,.......TWO Pairs of CHRISTIAN LOUBOUTIN  shoes,specifically one Black Jennifer Perforated Red Sole Boot  and  Navy One Leather Scuba Sandal .....'' I typed.
''.......Costing $ 1,895.00 and $1,195.00 respectively......or its equivalent in cash.''.
''...no problem,will get you d shoes and throw in a 700k is dat ok?,also, where can i find d shoes so i can send dem to you ?Gimme your address"
Yes my going rate was 2M per session but THOSE SHOES AND 700K FOR JUST ''ORAL'' ???
It had to be a joke i thought.
''..ok no problem for dat amt, i might also give u a little extra. *wink*.For the shoes,? Biko Google it oh! Or check KONGA".
''Okay'' he typed.
I sent him the address to one of my houses in  G.R.A(yeah,you heard right,''......one of my houses in G.R.A'')
HIAN!

I went to  see him at the hotel he was staying.
We got down to "Business" almost immediately.
MFON wasn't big....he was HUGE....like Donkey-Huge.I was screaming throughout our.....''business".


Afterwards, I felt  paralyzed from the waist-down.
When he handed me the cheque for 700K, My TREMBLING HANDS could barely hold the paper.
I more or less passed out after that
When I Came-to, the room was empty and my bag lay on the floor.
I felt weak and my legs wobbling.
My body felt like it had been RAVAGED by a Band of Trojan Soldiers.....on Viagra.
I was in sooooo much pain as, I stumbled over contents of my bag.
''Had he  drugged me? I thought to myself. My head was pounding.
I checked the room thoroughly.
All my phones were gone and only few contents of my bag remained.Crap!My Car Keys!!! In panic, I called the reception with the Room-Phone.
 As a rule, I always leave my car keys at the front desk of any hotel( its safer)...And I have a phone that is permanently in my car. Infact i have several phones in different places. Just to make sure i dont lose my important clients. In this profession, you cant't afford to lose clients' contacts.
The lady at the front desk told me the keys were still there.
I sighed a great sigh of relief.
(My motor no b money I take buy am, why I no go fear???)But the fact still remained.... I had been robbed by MFON the so-called ''Abuja Big-boy''.
I managed to get dressed. My body still hurt.
I and rushed downstairs to my car......I had to be sure.I thought to myself.
On the staircase, I rushed past a pretty girl whose Lesbian stare was almost Creepy
Hmmm, next time perhaps! I thought to myself, as I sped on.
I rushed home, so p**sed off, but  I needed to examine the shoes, and it was too early to go to the bank.
I ripped open the shoe-case and examined them properly.......My heart sank
How could I have been so stupid???
These were knock-offs!!!!
 Asin eh?????
The shoes were so FAKE,that a ''Made-In- China Version" would feel insulted standing next to them.
I  remembered the cheque.
Still had it with me.I rushed to the Bank as fast as I could.Had to wait an hour for the damn place to open
Long-story short,  the cheque bounced, MFON'S number for some weird reason no longer exists.
And he's not responding to my FACEBOOK messages''
AMAKA lets out a sigh.
So there you have it folks! I have been deceived,Raped(painfully I might add) and finally duped.
I know the people on this blog don't like me very much
They say things like;
" ..the day of reckoning is coming".....( I laugh in Hebrew,French and Kalabari)
I AM NOT DONE YET!!
This is only a small setback, so what if I was duped and what if I was robbed????
Every business has risks.... and in every risk there are rewards.
I will not stop sleeping  with these men, the money's just too good. And the life I Lead is just too awesome to stop.
You think I'M DONE? You think your husbands are suddenly safe because  I lost some money????
HA!!!
Give me  a week to recover from this ....."Onslaught" and I will be back on the streets again.
Women with FEEBLE grips on their men,
Husbands with WANDERING EYES,
I AM NOT DONE YET!!!!!!.
Cowards RUN, but a True Mistress merely retreats.
YOU HAVEN'T HEARD THE LAST OF ME!!!!
Life is A choice my friend
So choose wisely
Enough said