TRAPPED

Teaching kids can be considered as fun if you judge from the outside.

But for people that actually teach kids, they know the real deal.

It's one of the most difficult jobs on the planet because not only is it physically exhausting, kids have a special way of messing with your mind.

Normally, I wouldn't be teaching children but the circumstances on ground did not give me much of a choice.

The strike that was on-going with the universities has lingered for close to a year and every student had resorted to finding ways to fend for their selves financially or otherwise.

Some people have gotten married; whether it was out of love, hunger or under pressure from parents.

Some have moved on and forgotten about education, even forgetting they were admitted into the University in the first place.

Some drifted into cyber-crime (yahoo-yahoo); using their skills to deceive the populace and get the money quick.

Some (especially the ladies) moved to lite prostitution popularly known as "hook-up".

They laid down their body to get the money rolling.

You know what I'm talking about.

Then we have the ones I term, "Unemployed and Unbothered". These ones got the money and don't care or stress about what's going on.

But I belong to the category that decided to get a full-time job, for the financial benefits and to help my brain remain active.

After several weeks of searching and dropping my application letter in several reputable firms.

I was turned down because I haven't graduated.

They were in search of certificates not skills.

Sadly, there wasn't any other way until I was finally called in by a school and I was directed to teach children.

I assumed that it was gonna be great.

I told the Principal to speak no more and I would be resuming next week Monday.

It's going to be much better than just staying at home.

That was my presumption.

I was to handle ages 5-7 and this category of kids were machines forged in human flesh.

They understood nothing.

They never asked relevant questions. They get hungry and thirsty every passing hour.

And their energy was unlimited.

I began to lose my shit after two weeks. I beat them up and scolded them but nothing worked out.

At a point, it seemed like they were immune to flogging.

They would go calm for few minutes before they enter their beast mode once again.

I wanted to quit the job after some months.

But I couldn't because I won't have any other place to work and asides that; the pay was quite lucrative.

So, I had to man up and face this challenge.

Nevertheless, I needed a break. I had no time for myself and other activities I usually engage in.

I work from Mondays to Fridays, then I spend Saturdays and Sundays in the church.

So for an entire week, I had no single day to myself and it was drastically affecting everything around me.

My mental and physical health and mostly my relationship.

My girlfriend; Daniella was understanding but with time she couldn't stand my absence.

Physically and virtually; I wasn't there for her.

She began to bring up theories and postulations that I was ignoring her because I found someone else.

We missed each other's company.

At this point I decided to come up with a plan.

I had to stage an illness that would result in me missing work even for a day.

And then I could meet up with my girlfriend.

So I began to strategize.

I told her about the plan and she said that "A Thursday" would be the right day.

So I can return to work on Friday and act like I just recovered.

I made plans to lodge in a hotel but she told me to come over to her parents place as they were never around during the day.

We planned everything and we awaited execution on Thursday.

On Wednesday, after a long day of teaching the kids.

I began to complain loudly and openly so other teachers can hear and possibly feel my plight.

I told each and everyone of them on how I had a dangerous headache and I could feel pains in my stomach.

Immediately sympathy came into play and they urged me to go home and rest.

The principal told me to drop my lesson note behind so Incase I'm not strong enough, another teacher would stand in for me.

So it was settled.

I was ready to hookup with my babe on Thursday.

But the next issue will arise from my home now.

I will need to wake up and leave the house by 6:30 so my parents would think I'm still going to work.

And 6:30 would be too early for me to visit my babe's place because her parents would be around.

I needed to strategize once again.

So I dressed up like I was going to teach as usual and I headed to a betting shop close to my babe's place.

I sat there patiently until I saw her parents drive out from their street.

I called her to ask if the coast was clear.

And she responded that her parents had left and her younger sister had travelled earlier that week.

So we basically had the full day to ourselves.

I put my phone on Flight mode to restrict calls from work or home.

I needed a break.

I knocked the gate and the gateman opened it for me.

It wasn't my first time coming here at weird time frames and he knew it.

He smiled at me and judging from his smile, both of us knew I wasn't meant to be here.

But he understood the assignment.

I gave him a firm handshake and deposited a clean note of N1000 into his palm.

He noticed it and gave me a salute.

He knew the work that had to be done.

Incase anything comes up, he alerts me and if any questions arise later on; I never came here and he does not know me.

I strolled into the compound and headed to the main entrance.

Immediately I entered through the main door.

My girl ran towards me and hugged me quite tightly.

I was welcomed with a nice fragrance that radiated from her body.

She was so happy and so was I.

We began to have a conversation which consisted of several topics.

I began to explain on how hectic my job was and that I wasn't cheating on her.

She began to rant on how much she missed me and I could feel the energy.

She couldn't let me out of her sight as she wrapped her body in my arms.

She then suggested we see a movie but before that, she asked if I had eaten since I left home quite early.

And I replied with a "No".

Immediately, she got up and asked me what I wanted to have for breakfast.

At this point, I was too hungry to make a decision so I replied as any guy would answer and I said, "Babe, I'll eat anything, infact I'm not even hungry".

She turned on the TV to play some music while she hurried to the kitchen to get me breakfast.

From the name "breakfast" I was expecting something light.

Maybe bread and tea, or scrambled eggs or oats.

You get what I'm saying. The White people kinda breakfast which we see in the movies.

But she brought what my heart longed for but I didn't expect that.

A huge lump of fufu with Afang soup and meat at maximum.

She then brought water for me to wash my hands.

In my head I was thinking "Omo, If I don't marry her, even God won't forgive me".

A wife material 100 yards as our elders would say.

She added a bottle of chill water and I started devouring this mouth-watering dish.

She sat there and watched me swallow exceeding huge balls of fufu like a hoodlum but she found it cute.

I guess it's because of the love between us.

Because the girls I know would have nightmares wondering how those huge balls rushed down my oesophagus.

As I was almost done eating, she asked what would we could watch on the TV and I told her to choose any channel that was displaying a full-movie.

She landed on the Africa Magic channel and chose a Nigerian movie for us to watch.

Despite my hatred for Nollywood I endured the entire movie so that peace could reign and the day would remain blissful.

The storyline was pointless and the special effects were beyond poor.

But because of love; I held on till the movie finished.

Then we hoped on some series and during all this "Netflix and chill moment", time was gradually passing by.

And both of us paid no attention to that.

I wasn't aware of the time but I presumed it was afternoon when she said she had the feeling to dance.

So with my great taste in music, I played some violent Afrobeats with a touch of Amapiano to get our bodies shaking.

I wasn't much of a dancer but her steps were out of this world.

It was so nice to behold; that I had to stop dancing to have a glance of such movements.

We danced till I got exhausted but she wasn't tired even a bit.

She begged me to return to the dance floor but I was out of moves.

I sat on the sofa while she continued dancing.

Within moments, she realized I wasn't dancing anymore and she came towards me and sat directly on top of me releasing a deep kiss on my agitated lips.

She began to twerk on my body and I couldn't resist the urge to squeeze her body properly while I returned the kiss to her but it was deeper and more passionate.

Seductively, she said,"Are you ready to eat now?"

At this juncture, I knew she wasn't talking about edible food.

And my horny ass replied, "Yes baby !".

I quicky switched the genre of songs from Afrobeats to R&B to make the atmosphere erotic while I dropped my phone on the sound system.

She took off my white shirt which was followed with my singlet.

We began to kiss deeper and deeper and the mood came into play.

I slid my hand between her thighs, gently caressing her in a way that made her giggle and moan.

I kissed her neck and ran my tongue through the back of her ears.

I dragged her skirt up and let her ass bounce into the grasp of my hands.

Her light moans accompanied with quick gasping for breath showed she was already wanting me to make love to her at that moment.

But I cherish foreplay a lot and I was ready to blow her mind.

She was wearing a green blouse with nothing underneath it.

I took off her blouse and began to kiss her breasts gently.

I moved my tongue around her nipples in a circular pattern while my hands caressed the rest of her body.

At this point, she couldn't resist me any longer.

We both got undressed and we began to make love right in the parlour.

It was extremely crazy and mind-blowing.

The music was still blasting so her moans did not leave the four corners of the parlour or the building.

Within thirty minutes we were done and she was laying on the sofa reminiscing on what a wonderful moment she just experienced.

She received a proper dose of Black Vitamin D.

The entire floor was messed with our clothing as we sat naked on the sofa.

She got up, took her blouse and skirt from the floor while she strolled into the kitchen to get juice for both of us to drink.

I sat on the sofa completely naked, while I waited for her to get the drink when I noticed something unusual.

Music was still blasting at full volume so I couldn't hear what was going on outside but as I looked through the window.

I saw the gateman sprinting towards the main door.

Normally he isn't allowed to come in without knocking, but judging from his speed I knew all was not well.

He barged in and began to scream, "Reduce volume, Madam don come back!".

Using the remote beside me, I quicky reduced the volume and I could hear a car horn from outside the gate.

It was Daniella's mum.

And she was strictly against anyone visiting her daughter especially males.

I was so infuriated on why the gateman didn't call and alert me earlier so I could have dressed up and left through the back gate.

Then I remembered that my phone was on flight mode and he must have tried to call me severally before he ran up to me.

The gateman said as he was trembling, "You de on your own".

He knew if I was discovered, his job was on the line.

Then he sprinted back to the gate to open it up for my babe's mom.

My babe came out from the kitchen and there was shock written all over her face.

She told me to run inside her room and stay.

Throughout my visits to her home, I haven't been to her room but I knew it was upstairs.

She explained maybe her mother must have forgotten something because she never comes back during the afternoon.

She told me to hold on that she believes the Mom would leave immediately.

I didn't have time to carry my clothes as they were scattered all over the parlour.

And my phone was plugged into their sound system; with music playing but on a low volume.

So I took my boxer and ran upstairs to locate her room.

I quicky got into her room and shut the door tight.

I had to be silent till her Mom went out again, according to Daniella.

Taking quick glimpses around the room, I noticed some very weird features.

Why does Daniella have paintings of her parents all over the entire room?

I saw paintings of her parents during their marriage, potraits of her mom alone, then that of her dad.

Then tons of family images.

Ranging from their inception to full maturation presently.

Then a huge potrait of her parents wearing matching outfits.

The bed was quite huge and it had two cabinets.

One beside each side of the bed.

From all indications, this wasn't a room for one person.

My thoughts were brought to an absurd halt when I noticed my mistake.

Out of fear, I made the greatest miscalculation of my life.

I ran into her mother's room as I skipped Daniella's room.

I was naked, TRAPPED with nothing but my underwear in the palm of my hand.

And in all places to be, it was the room of her mother which is going to be the mom's next destination.

Continue TRAPPED: PART 2 HERE

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