“Jerome don enter!”
“Run for your lives!”
Wigs were grabbed, underwear retrieved as each of the seven girls struggled to vanish from sight.
“Where’s Hanifa?” Light skinned Chinwe asked me when we were back safely in our rooms, panting from the race we just had up the stairs.
“Chisos!” I had totally forgotten about the 16 year old new intake. I said a quick prayer against Jerome on her behalf.
“I’ll fetch her,” I said as I hurried back outside only to catch a glimpse of her with Jerome. He was smiling at her and she was smiling back sheepishly too. Next thing his right hand was on her arm, resting there casually. I cursed silently and walked towards them.
“Jerome how na?” I hailed.
“Philo! I’m good o! You no tell me say you have new catch here na.”
“This one is not for business,” i said and beckoned to Hanifa to go indoors. She left reluctantly, batting me an annoyed look. I turned back to Jerome who was looking at her lustfully.
Oh no, I groaned in my mind.
“Why are you here?” I queried.
He threw his head back in laughter. His teeth were stained yellow with tobacco and looked like an abandoned wicket chair.
“What do you do here?”
I rolled my eyes and hissed.
“No be head quarters this place be?”
I gave no answer.
“Is that not the name of this establishment?” He added as he moved closer to me, so close I could smell his alcohol ridden breath. he reached out for my waist and I struggled for freedom.
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