The football match had ended 4:0 in
favour of the Africans against the Arabs.
The hero of the game was no other one
than the goalkeeper who had somehow
pulled extra ordinary saves; even saved
a penalty. The goalkeeper was a
Camerounian named Solomon Ebot who
until that very day had been associating
with only the Nigerians. There was a
puzzle to unravel for the real
Camerounians but one thing was for
sure; that the very goalkeeper who had
saved a penalty was supposed to be a
real Camerounian, not a Nigerian hiding
in a Camerounian Identity.
The tussle was going on between the two
Countries while I had chosen to celebrate
the small fame with the ladies.
The boys can fight to death for all I care.
Agnes was busy telling her friends how
she had discovered my talent and
advised me to become the goalkeeper
while Melinda who wasn’t so interested
in football was busy telling people how
she was going to convert me from a
goalkeeper to a male model.
The previous night had produced a topic
for rumour mongers.
According to the rumour, someone had
seen me kissing Melinda at the back of
the dinning hall in such a compromising
I was sure my German stalker, Mr John
BH was responsible but I had always
believed that there was nothing like a
negative publicity, so I played along.
Agnes had probably heard the rumour
too since she was avoiding me like a
It seemed that John had equalized the
goal I scored a few days ago.
Even Joan, the lady with a kid was acting
weird as if I had told her that I loved her.
Before the game, We were all busy
during the morning hours.
Every Monday was the pay day for all
campers. We all lined up at the financial
office to receive our weekly allowances.
Every one known to me was there
except ‘Agnes Kaku’ and ‘Its Modella
The big headed snake was smiling all
through like he had won a lottery. I had a
feeling he had done something terrible
but it was left for me to find out.
We were all paid 11 euros. That was the
weekly allowance for every asylum
seeker in Germany between 2001 and
2003. (for campers alone, as soon as
you got posted out of camp, the pay
rose to 199.40 euro a month)
After the pay collection, I headed straight
to the ladies hostel. I wanted to find out
why my two girls had not come to collect
Agnes locked herself inside the room
and refused to open the door for me.
After a few knocks, I drifted down to
Melinda in the other hand, opened her
own doors and welcomed me. She gave
me a can of cola.. (coke is called cola in
After the drink, she held my neck and
declared my relationship with Agnes
over. According to her, she was the
hottest in the camp and should be
allowed to chose whoever she desired.
We laughed at the small joke.
The previous night was extra ordinary.
We did everything except fvck. The place,
despite being dark was in an open place.
We couldn’t risk being caught. So when
our organs got too excited and hard, I
had suggested that we do it in her room
the next day being Monday. She agreed.
And there we were, right inside her
room but the problem was that a football
match was an hour away. I was
supposed to play, but as a goalkeeper.
That simply meant that I wouldn’t require
much energy like the outfield players. So
when she planted a kiss on my mouth, I
had no objection.
The football was important according to
rumour, there was going to be prizes
but there was a prize already in my
position; Melinda Mokibo.
She had just finished her bath when I
came in, her towel was still tied around
her bosoms down to her thighs. It was a
short towel and it had exposed her
smooth legs. I kept stealing some
glances and I made her knew what I was
She came to sit beside me on the bed
when she finished applying some red
paints all over her face. She had turned
her back towards me and removed the
towel. Her ar.se was so smooth that one
could almost use it as a mirror.
*That girl must have been some kind of
I had watched her slip into a short gown
and asked me to zip her back. I wanted
to protest and tell her that there was no
need to wear cloths since I was going to
remove them sooner or later but since I
didn’t know what was going on in her
mind, I played along.
After the zipping, she sat beside me on
the only bed in the room and crossed
her right hand around my neck. One
thing was very clear to me, I didn’t see
her wear any underwear and that gave
The kisses was smooth and nice but not
like that of Agnes. Agnes had bigger lips.
I wasted no time and slipped my hand
inside the lose gown. Her breastss
welcomed me since there was no bra
holding them. Her hand was playfully
stroking the top of my JT. I pushed her
down on the bed and as I bent down to
bury my head between her legs, the
lunch bell rang. *those Damn chefs, can’t
they cook late for once*
I continued what I was doing and raised
her gown to her belly level and spread
her legs apart. The well shaven cunnt
smiled back at me as I moved my mouth
and grabbed the outer clits with my lips.
She cried out as I dipped my tongue
inside her vegeena and fvcked her with
the tongue. She held my head tightly and
encouraged my thrusting as I licked and
sucked with my tongue.
She had just left the bathroom and the
whole triangle was smelling sweet and
fresh. She must have sprayed some
menthol stuff on it.
We ignored the lunch and continued our
adventure into the honeyland. Missing
one meal was never going to kill us and
she didn’t even seem like the type that
ate at all.
She was already dripping out by the time
I was through. I continued the adventure
with my finger. I twisted my fingers
inside of her for several minutes until
she couldn’t take it any longer, then she
begged me to come inside her with my
JT. I stood up and removed my trousers
in one swift movement. I had only one
boxers in camp and it was currently
hanging somewhere in Agnes’ wardrobe.
Being a good samaritan, I slowly climbed
on top of her and entered inside her
already wet cuunt. She moaned as I
pumped slowly and gradually increased
the tempo. It was a different kind of
pleasure. We fvcked for several minutes
before we climaxed at the same time. She
held my ar.se with her legs and
prevented me from pulling out when the
creams were coming out, so she
swallowed all the hot creams.
When we finished, she went into the
bathroom and cleaned up.
We chatted for a few more minutes
before the bell rang..
The football match was about to begin
and no one had any idea where I was.
John Bighead had suggested that they
look for me in Agnes room but when
they couldn’t locate me there, they
selected another guy to keep for us. The
starting whistle was about to blow when I
showed up with Melinda to the utmost
surprise of all black Nigerian eyes in the
Agnes was there too and was looking at
The new keeper was told to go out while
I replaced him.
When the game was over and we had
won, I became the toast of the rest of
the black girls in Camp.
I had saved a penalty.
Melinda came to hug and greet me after
the game while Agnes left with Joan and
one other lady.
I prepared an excuse/a lie to tell Agnes.
It started and ended with the fact that
John Bighead was threatening to kill me if
I didn’t stay away from Her. It was a
Lets blame John not Me or Melinda.
Someone has always been the better
culprit, not you or me. Someone else.
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