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03.06.2031

Dear Stranger,

Abiku!!! that's what they call me. Hmmmmmmmmmmm! Can I be an abiku and not know it?

It is with a heavy heart that I write to you. There is no one that I can talk to that would understand me and I feel if I don't pour out the heaviness in my heart I might explode.

OK first let me introduce myself. My name is Ekundayo and it means tears has turned to joy. I'm 25 years old and the only child of very wealthy parents. My folks are not the Gates but I can tell you that they have enough money to last even my great great grand children.

My full names are Ekundayo Adelaide Adeyemi. My mom is German and my dad is Nigerian. According to them, they met and fell in love in London. As the only son of his family, my dad had to return to Nigeria after his university degree in London.

Love was shaking my mom well well, so she followed him to Nigeria. But can you blame her? When a non-Nigerian tastes Nigerian delicacies, why would the person want to give that up? Is it the hand pounded yam that is soooooooooo smooth and stretchy like a baby's bum bum and glides smoothly down your throat when served with ogbono soup and assorted meat? Or is it the amala and gbegiri? Or even the jollof rice? Don't mind the Ghanaians that delude themselves that their jollof is better than the Nigerian one. We all know better.

When I was around 7 years old, one of the girls in our estate referred to me as an abiku. Even though I didn't know what the word meant at the time, I beat shege out of her body. Afterall, my mom hadn't enrolled me for martial arts classes for nothing. The last thing I wanted was for people to think that I was an ajebutter that can't defend herself. In case you don't know, an ajebutter is someone who is from a pampered background and not streetwise. An ajebutter would run crying to mommy over every little thing. At that age, we were slowly putting ourselves into our would be hierachy. As my father's only child, I could not afford to be at the bottom of the food chain.

When I got home that day, I asked mommy what an abiku was. Remember I said earlier that my mom isn't Nigerian but a German who speaks pidgin English better than some proper Nigerians. Mommy tried to brush it off but I wouldn't let her. Eventually she gave in and explained it to me.

Mom said that abiku translates to one born to die. Whenever a child is born by a particular woman and dies repeatedly, the child is called an abiku. The child always has the same sex and look as the previous lives. You can say the child is reincarnated.

When an abiku dies, in other for the child not to die after being reborn the next time, the child is usually defaced in one way or the other. Mommy said that that is why I have a scar at the back of my left thigh.

You see the last child mommy had that died before I was born was given a scar in that exact same place before she was buried. Apparently, that baby looked exactly the same way as I did when I was a baby. It is for this reason I was named Ekundayo.

Coupled with the fact that I am mixed race and very beautiful, people in the estate believe that I am truly an evil spirit.

Have you ever seen where a lion gives birth to a goat? So why would I be anything less than beautiful? My mom was a model before love made her abandon everything and move to Nigeria and pounded yam went to her waistline. Plus my dad is also very handsome.

Just because I am light skinned with really long natural hair, being mixed race, I have to be an evil spirit sent to the world to lure men to their deaths.

If really I was an evil spirit wouldn't I know it?

Fast forward a few years later, after I finished secondary school, daddy had wanted me to go to London to finish my education but I managed to convince him and mom to let me do my first degree in Nigeria, then go to London to do my masters degree.

You see, I had a plan . . . I wanted to achieve something before leaving the country.

Nkechi was a girl in my final year class in secondary school. She was one of the girls they labelled as a bad girl because she used to hang out with a lot of guys. Her parents were also wealthy but they were never around. They just sent her lots of money and left her in the care of their domestic staff.

There's this rumour that Calabar guys are good in bed. Calabar is loosely used to refer to people from Cross Rivers and Akwa Ibom states in the South East of Nigeria.

Nkechi had a boyfriend in our year called Edem and he's a Calabar boy. As one of her closest friends, Nkechi confided in me that everything we hear about Calabar boys are correct. She was like “Dayo, hmmmm if you see Edem's thing ehn fear go catch you. I screamed the first time I saw it. I almost ran away oh. How was something so big not going to split my body into two and you know I am tiny. Anyways, I am glad I didn't run away. My Edem knows how to do the do. I was speaking in tongues when he was done.”

It was at that point I decided that I need to have a taste of a Calabar boy too!

As God would have it, my dad had hired a Calabar man as driver about two years before I finished secondary school. He's only a few years older than me. Dad had said that even though we didn't need another driver, he felt pity for him and had to give him a job. His name was Henry and he would be my personal driver taking me to and picking me up from school. Dad had said that Henry had told him that he was an orphan and needed the job to help him pay for night school as he had no one else to fend for him.

The next day dad told me that he had set up three new savings accounts for me in my name, in three different banks and currencies. He said that the funds were emergency funds in the very unlikely event that he and mom passed away untimely and/or something disastrous happened. No one can predict the future and whilst we expect the best, we should prepare for the worst.

On the last day of secondary school, after Nkechi had told me about Edem, Henry was meant to take me to school. When I went outside to the car to check if he was done washing the car, I saw Henry was shirtless. For some reason, I instantly went wet between my legs. I had never noticed Henry as a man before. Afterall he was just my father's driver.

Oh my gosh Henry was fit . . . I didn't know what he had been hiding underneath his uniform . . . Henry was broad shouldered with wash board abs. In fact, I think he had 10 packs. Whilst I was salivating over his chest, I finally managed to raise my eyes to look at his face and noticed him watching me too. I hadn't noticed this before but Henry had very beautiful light brown eyes. At that instant, the sun was reflected off of them and they looked almost golden. My bones felt like the heat from those eyes were melting them.

I smiled at him, he smiled at me . . . gen gen . . . it's on!

Now I was always under the watchful gaze of someone so didn't have any chance to put my plan into action. It was this reason I wanted to go to university in Nigeria. Thankfully I got admitted to one of the private universities in Ibadan. Ibadan is the capital of Oyo state.

Oyo state is located in the south west of Nigeria and its people are Yoruba too. Dad's family comes from Ibadan originally but they emigrated to Lagos state the land of milk and honey ages ago. Lagos state is another state in the south west of Nigeria too and its people are also Yorubas.

A few weeks before I was due to start my second year at uni, I convinced my parents to get me a private apartment off campus that I could stay in comfortably for the duration of my course. My parents gave in when I agreed to have a room mate as they didn't want me to live alone.

After securing the apartment, the next thing was to furnish it and stock it with enough food to last me a year. Who better to take me shopping for the things I need than Henry? Gen gen . . . I told mom that Henry would have to spend about three days in Ibadan with me to sort everything out and he can sleep on my couch . . . gen gen . . .

Whilst we were returning from the market the first day, I looked at Henry whilst he was driving and with my most seductive smile, I was like “Henry you are a very handsome man you know!” He smiled back at me and said “Thanks Dayo and you are very beautiful too and I know you know that.” Gen gen . . . Henry thinks I am beautiful, my plan is looking like it is going to work!

Later that night, there was power failure in the neighbourhood and we were yet to buy a generator. You see, electricity supply is not very reliable in Nigeria. That said, for my plans it was the best thing to happen. Using the light from my mobile phone, I made my way to the living room where Henry was sleeping. My room mate hadn't moved in at the time.

I had on a very sexy looking floral patterned bra and boy shorts. I crawled up to Henry and whispered that I was scared and couldn't sleep in my room alone. Now he was very sleepy from the heavy lifting he had done earlier on in the day so didn't put up too much of a fight when laid down next to him. In fact he put his arm across me. I wasn't going to rush things, I wanted to fully enjoy the experience.

Just laying beside him, I could feel his manhood and oh my gosh even as it was sleeping, it felt very impressive. Seeing as I hadn't been with a man before, I didn't have any others to compare it with but I had seen a porn film with my cousin in Germany when we went visiting for my 16th birthday. So going by that, I can say that Henry is well endowed.

In the early hours of the morning, I felt Henry stirring and his penis stirring too . . . oh my gosh, the sensation was too delicious. I stayed perfectly still . . . I knew what I wanted but it was also scary at the same time . . . then I felt Henry's hands on my breast kneading the first one then the second one and before I could contain myself a purr escaped my lips.

Gbam! I landed on the floor like a bag of rice and Henry had jumped across the room.

“Dayo ah ah what? How? I'm confused why were you lying next to me? I thought I was dreaming. I am so sorry, please don't tell oga. If you do, not only will he sack me but I will end up in jail”

“Don't worry Henry, I won't tell daddy. When there was a power failure around 1am I was scared to sleep alone in my room, so I asked you if I could join you and you grunted yes”

“eh hen?”

“ehn!”

Oga is another word for boss. When Henry asked “eh hen?” he was asking “is that so” and my “ehn!” meant yes

Still wearing nothing but my sexy lingerie I walked up to Henry and laid my hands on his bare chest and stroked it

“Henry you know you are very handsome and I really like you. When you squeezed my breasts I felt things I had never felt before. See!” I took his hands and put it into my boy shorts to feel the wetness there.

Henry moaned and his eyes glazed over.

“Dayo you know I think you are beautiful and intelligent and an all round lovely girl. But remember that I am just a driver. I have nothing to offer you! Plus if your dad should hear about this, my body would be picked up from a river somewhere. Apart from that, I am seven years older than you. If anything should happen between us, that would be me taking advantage of you!”

“Henry, there's no one here but us. Dad won't know unless you tell him because I definitely would not be telling him myself. Also I am almost 19 and my grandma gave birth to dad when she was 19, so she had been having sex well before she turned 19. Henry I really desire you, please don't say no!”

I held onto Henry tightly for dear life and rubbed my body against his. I stroked him all over working from his head till I got to his boxers and slid my hands into it.

Did I forget to mention that Henry slept in his boxers only? Sorry don't mind me, he slept in his boxers oh. That's how I got a nice feel of his delicious penis. Just thinking about it is making me wet.

Henry moaned “Dayo please don't do this.” Seeing the effect I was having on him, I felt emboldened. “OK Henry, we don't have to have sex but I would like to feel your touch. Plus even though you are saying no, your penis is saying yes. Let me ease the pressure.”

I really need to remember to thank my cousin for showing me porn. At least it gave me a little idea of what to do.

I slid down Henry's length stroking his thighs as I did until I was on my knees. I took out his penis and almost had a coronary event. He was built like a stallion. When his penis was released from the imprisonment, it bounced up and down like it was so happy to see me. Even though I had a seductive smile on my face, I wondered how something so massive could fit into me.

“Dayo, please stop. If you touch me I don't think I could stop myself. Don't start something you can't finish”

I took his penis into my mouth. It had such girth that I couldn't get even half of it into my mouth. At this point, I got scared . . . If I can't fit him in my mouth, how in hell can he fit down below? All signs of wetness dried up instantly. I got up and even before I had the chance to tell him that he was right and I'll stop, he flung me over his shoulder like a rag doll and ran into the bedroom.

To be honest, that caveman attitude was such a turn on. On getting to the bedroom he laid me down ever so gently on the bed. He did a nice stretch making his manhood glow in the rising sun.

“Dayo are you sure you want this? . . . I can try to muster the will power to stop myself now”

I thought to myself that there was no going back now. If Henry could be so considerate of me, then there isn't anyone else that I would like to be my first. Plus if tiny Nkechi could handle her Edem, then there's no reason I can't handle my Henry.

I moved to the edge of my queen size bed and pulled Henry closer to me. Looking into this eyes, I said “I am sure Henry, I desire you like I have desired no other and I want you to make me a woman”

Henry did not just moan his agreement, he growled. It was such an animalistic sound that I think I squirted all over my knickers and he hadn't even touched me at that point.

Our first kiss . . . oh my gosh . . . Tare, one of the boys in my final year class gave me a kiss once. It was like having spit poured all over my face. Now this kiss with Henry . . . it was everything I imagined being kissed with a real man felt like. Gentle and assertive at the same time. Henry's lips had the texture of turkey gizzard, quite dense. I think I use gizzard as a comparison because I am my mother's daughter and I love food.

I wasn't really sure how to bring him pleasure, so I thought I would nibble on his lower lip. Oh my gosh he moaned some more when I did. I stored that piece of info in my head. Nibbling on his lips brings about the desired effects it seems.

He went from kissing my lips to my ears, then my throat . . . It was such an unexpected sensation . . . I have heard of being kissed on the side of the neck but never the throat. Henry then went sideways and nibbled on my windpipe like he would crush it. He was very gentle but firm at the same time . . . I don't know why but I felt so my trust in him that he would not hurt me (couple with the fact that my parents know that he is with me and he would not risk his life that way ehehheh).

He continued his way down south, stopping by my breasts next. I am 34D bra size by the way and my breast fit perfectly into his hand like they were built just for him. The roughness in his callused hands seem to sync with the smoothness of my skin. He kneaded my left breast whilst he used his mouth on the right breast. He lay atop of me so his penis was close to the entrance of my vagina.

I felt like molten lava inside . . . how do you handle such bombardment of sensations? Next thing I know, my hips buckled trying to get Henry inside of me through my knickers. I wanted him inside me so badly . . .

Henry smiled and said “chilax Dayo, it is taking all the will power I have to go slow, so please don't rush me. I want your first time to be a memorable one. If you want me to pound you senseless, we can do that the next time ok?”

I moaned my displeasure and let him continue . . . who knew a driver had such mad skills ehn?!

Henry kneaded my right breast but moved his mouth to my belly . . . paying particular attention to my belly button . . . he moaned “mehn Dayo you fine no be small . . . at this rate I fit die on top your matter”

Until that instant I never fully grasped the beauty of pidgin English . . . It was such a beautiful thing, a turn on in fact, to hear Henry say that I was beautiful and that he could die over me . . . too bad at that point, neither of us knew that that would come to pass . . . hmmmmm.

Henry continued his journey down south, he lifted my left leg and traced kisses along the inside of my thigh . . . fuck what I said about letting him go slow . . . I grabbed his head and lifted my hips to his face . . . there was only so much assault my body could take . . . I think my animalistic display unleashed the animal in Henry . . . he sat up and lifted me up with his face still between my legs . . . he sucked on my folds and put his tongue inside of me . . . I simply fell backwards and collapsed. If Henry hadn't been holding onto me, I would have fallen down like a sack of garri.

Garri is a Nigerian food staple made from cassava.

Henry started laughing then frowned . . . I asked him what was wrong and he was like “shit, I don't have a condom”

Oh my gosh, how could I have been so stupid . . . when I was planning my seduction strategies I totally forgot about getting a condom. Why did I assume that guys also had condoms on them?

“Henry I have never had sex before, so I do not have any STDs and I have just finished my monthly period. So as long as you don't cum inside of me we should be fine. The question now is, can I trust that you do not have anything you can infect me with? Dad would kill you otherwise”

I knew I shouldn't have mentioned my dad but I just wanted to make sure that he told me the truth . . . “of course not, I may not be wealthy but I do look after my health. So to answer your question, my last sexual health check was three months ago and I was negative to all the tests they did. Since then I haven't been with anyone, so you can trust me that I won't infect you with anything.”

I think all the talking had dampened Henry's mood because his penis that was only a few minutes ago standing at attention with all its glory was now standing at half mast. I needed to rectify that sharpish!

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