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Adanna: The Mysterious Aba Girl || Brouhaha In The House Of God || Brouhaha In The House Of God 2: the guardian angel || Fucking With The Devil || My Woman My Everything || The Carpenter, The Witch And The Mysterious Mirrow || The Mysterious Twenty Thousand Naira || There And Back On Time: Germany Dilemma || Adanna 2 : Seeds of Adanna || Deji The Pool Boy || The Private Lesson Teacher || The Tales Of Ozila Laveda And The Bank || The Preachers Son || Adesuwa || There And Back On Time Season 2: Europe Wahala || Brouhaha In The House Of God 3: Road to hell ||Sex And The City || Fausat The Fish Seller || Who Love Me Most || Witches And Wizards || The Magnificent Brothers season one || Confession Of Funnab Yahoo Boy || Honest Illusion || Sex Robbery And Delivery Service || Once Upon A Nite Stand || My I.T Sexcapade || Murica My River Wife || How I Cherish My Sister || A Clarion Call To Confusion || Adanna3: The Sacrifice || Secrets And Scandals || The Magnificent Brothers 2 || Sins Of My Past || Diary Of An Assistant Girlfriend || Allen Avenue: Story Of A Call Worker || Cassandra || Church Rats || The University Prestos || The Curious Case Of Boda Meko || Dark Tears Of Babylon || An Ace For Oscar || The Coffin Of Errors || A Merry Chrismax || The Nemesis Of Daddy || Me And My Supernatural Girlfriend || The Road To Stardom || Three Days To Remember || || heart of a lucifer || Murica 2: How Do I Return || Three Days to remember 2 || Brother Paul || My Imsu Desire || Diana the mermaid || Belinda: tender beauty || The Darkest Hour || The Darkest Hour 2 || The Last Smile || Omolara's Faith || Blinkered || Behind Her Smile || Bukky Alakara ||Intermission: The Love ||The University Prestos || M.A.R.Y || The President Son And I || Abominable Act || In The Dark || Act Of Faith || Act Of Faith 2 ||Mr Rajas Daughter 2 || Shattered Dreams || Adanna 4: Unavoidable Nemesis || Brouhaha In The House Of God 4: Die Another Day || Brouhaha In The House Of God 5: Judgement Day || Brouhaha In The House Of God 6: Political War ONGOING STORIES
Tarasha || Endless Tears || 7 Days || The Hole In The Wall || Behind Her Veil || Married || Maimed Soul || Belinda 2 || I Fell In Love || M.A.R.Y 2 || There And Back On Time 3 : The Shadow Chase || Is It A Sin || Is It A Sin 2 || Is It A Sin 3 || Isabella : In Love With A Mermaid || Once A Lover || There And Back On Time 3: The Shadow Chase || The President Son And I : 2 || Fierce || Ownets Adventure || Brouhaha in the house of God 7: Retaliation || Apocalypse: The Second Coming || The Heart Of An Assassin || M.A.R.Y 2 || Murica 3: The Forbidden kingdom || Adventure Of Tanaboy || Act Of Faith Season 3 || Isabella Season 2 || All In The Name Of Love

28. Smooth All The Way

During the dinner time, I saw Agnes and

Joan seated at the back end of the hall.

Melinda did not come, so I walked up to

them and sat down.

”I am so disappointed in you Solo” Agnes

said with anger.

*atleast she had said something, that was

a good start*

”why” I had asked.

*I learnt the tricks of using single words

when you are not certain of the outcome

of anything*

” Melinda has been walking around and

telling everybody you are her boyfriend

now” she said.

*Deny! Deny!! deny!!!*

‘what are you talking about’ I asked the

silly question.

‘look Agnes” I continued, ” I don’t know

what you heard or where you heard it

from but the last time I checked, we

were not married.

Secondly Melinda is not my girlfriend, I

am just trying to divert John’s Attention

from me” I lied.

” John’s Attention, what do you mean by

that” she asked.

*the ball has just entered my court*

” John” I began ” had been threatening to

kill me if I don’t stay away from you. He

had punched me two days ago and it was

the intervention of the Police that

separated us” I continued.

” Right now, I am afraid to go out of the

camp alone because I fell in love with

you”

She looked so surprised when I

mentioned the Police and punch.

I had managed to arouse her pity and it

was all me against John from then.

She said she was going to warn John

and report to the authorities if he ever

stalk or touch me again.

I told her that it was her that I had

wanted but since my safety was at stake,

it was probably better to stay away

from her for now. She agreed.

I also tried to let her understood why I

needed to be hanging out with Melinda

so that The Psycho John would think that

I was with Melinda. She didn’t bought into

that silly excuse but she said nothing. I

refused to escort them back to the

ladies hostel since we could run into

Melinda and complicate things.

Days went by uneventfully in the camp

except that new people came into the

camp, more Nigerians and Camerounians,

Ghanaians and Malians, Guineans and

Senegalese. The older campers were

being sent out too.

Tomorrow was my Interview day. It was

the interview that determines where you

will be posted from the camp and how

many months you will be getting in your

Ausweiss. It was that interview that

determines whether the Germans bought

into your lies about why you came to

Germany and it was the same interview

that will decide whether you will be

deported or not.

Most Africans spent a day to the

interview praying while the other races

spent it rehearsing what they would

answer. It was a strange world where

Africans depend on God while others

depend on intelligence and facts.

I spent that very day running after a

Kenyan teenager who had just arrived to

the Camp. I had gone to the train station

to escort Melinda who was posted out of

the Camp to Her permanent base which

was Magdeburg, a city an hour away

from Berlin, the German Hauptstadt.

(Hauptstadt means capital city).

Melinda had just boarded her train to

Berlin where she would connect another

train to Magdeburg when I turned to go

and found a girl loitering around the

station. Her name was Awiti, which she

told me meant ‘someone born after

great misfortune’. According to Her, her

parents had searched for a child for

over twenty years before they born her.

After introducing herself to me, she said

she had been posted to the asylum camp

and didn’t know which way to follow after

getting down from the train.

I told her that I was going there. She

thanked God and followed me. When we

get down from the bus in front of the

Camp, I took her to the gate and waited

for her to be properly cleared. I took

her to the admin blocks afterwards

where she got her room number, sheets

and other things such as soaps and

tissues. I took her to the female hostel

and showed her the room. I helped her

clean the place and spread the sheets.

She was not more than 18 and her body

was still very very tight and smooth.

She told me how she had come to

Germany. She had boarded a ship in

Mombasa and had spent three weeks

inside the ocean until they got to

Brussels. Then someone had suggested

that she go to Germany since the

refugees got better packages over

there.

It was a nice story but I only listened

because she had no other friend yet. I

had heard enough of the same bullcrap

before her arrival.

According to her, she was told that she

will meet many Nigerians in the Camp.

She had asked if I was Nigerian and I had

outrightly denied. I was a Camerounian

and I wish to remain that until I got out

of the Camp.

The ladies rooms had bathrooms inside,

so I waited for her in the room while she

took her bath and changed. Unlike men,

women usualy came to camp with their

cloths.

When she came out, I offered to show

her around. I ignored Agnes, Joan and

one other Malian girl I had fvcked. I took

Awiti around, showing her everywhere

that mattered. We went for Lunch and

Dinner together. She kept thanking me

every now and then and I told her not to

worry, that I also had no friends in camp

except her.

According to me, there was no girl that

caught my interest until she came, she

looked innocent enough to me to

associate with since I came directly to

Germany from a seminary school.

She bought into it since it still baffled her

how I could abandon everything and

everybody and spent the whole day with

her.

After the dinner, I saw John Bighead and

his squad going out of camp, their

interview had been conducted yesterday

and there were just waiting for their

dispatch notice to know where they had

been posted. The notice board had

showed nothing that day. As soon as

John and co left, I walked back to the

female hostel with Awiti. She didn’t know

that men were not allowed in the hostel

after 7pm. I stayed in her room until it

was 8pm, and by then, it was too late to

leave. Someone would have caught me if I

attempted to leave, so I stayed back.

At 8pm, I stood up and pretended to go,

then I suddenly looked at my watch and

shouted ” oh my God”

” what is it” she had asked me.

I told her the standing rules about no

male going close to female hostel after

7pm. I told her that I had interview

tomorrow and that if I get caught, I could

be expelled from the camp and even

sent back to Africa. She suggested that I

sleep over and leave in the morning. A

suggestion I grabbed with both hands.

The bed wasn’t big enough to contain two

people but there was another bed in the

room. We chatted until 10pm. She

suggested that I took a bath before

sleeping. I did and after the bath, I came

out with just my boxers and singlet.

There was a little cold in the room but I

didn’t care. If anything was going to

happen, seeing me semi nakedd could

catalyse the whole process.

When I came into the room from the

bathroom, I went straight to the other

bed and lay down. We were not quite

ready to sleep and exchanging chats

from one bed to another could let

people know that a male was in the

hostel. She told me to come over to her

bed. I did and lay down beside her in the

bed. She covered me with the same

blanket and we lay there like twins. She

kept me warm as we chatted in low

voices until some how, I gathered enough

courage and kissed her soft lips. She

didn’t respond. I tried it again after 10

seconds and this time, she took over

from me and kissed me. It was sweet

kiss, coming from lips that had been

washed a few minutes ago with

toothpaste. But she was an amatuer.

We kissed more and more before my

hand slipped inside her gown and

touched the pubic hairs. She didn’t fight it.

She was without underwear. I kept

kissing her while my hand was

massaging the mouth of her cunnt. She

was enjoying it and twisting her body.

When I tried to dip my finger inside her

cunnt, it was very tight. I became alerted.

”baby are you still a virgin” I asked in a

low tone.

She said yes and kept quiet. I asked why

she didn’t tell me and told her that I

didn’t want to hurt her by breaking her

hymen. She said that one way or the

other, she was going to do it one day

and that she didn’t see a better

candidate than a stranger who took the

responsibilities of making her

comfortable in this strange place. I

kissed her after that and told her that I

loved her. It was the truth. I loved her,

maybe temporarily but love was love, no

matter how long it lasted.

I continued pushing my finger inside her

cunnt until one finger finally got in. It

must have been hurting her a little but

she didn’t show it. I kept rubbing and

massaging the cunnt while sucking her

hard and standing bosoms.

* I could have swore that her bosoms

had never been touched by any man too.

Every single touch tingles her*

When I felt that my joystick can enter

inside her without much pain, I removed

my boxers and pulled out her gown. She

lay on her back while I climbed on top of

her. I tried several times to penetrate

until I finally succeeded after over two

minutes. She held my back and kissed

me while I fvcked her slowly. She was a

sweet little girl but I did the work alone.

When I released inside her, I feared she

could get pregnant but then, I have

noticed that every black girl in Germany

wanted to get pregnant.

There was some small stains of blood

around the base of my joystick, I got up

and took her to the bathroom and

cleaned us up. Then we went back to the

bed and fvcked again.

We lay on the single bed after the sex

and kissed and talked in hushed voices. I

reminded her that I had my interview in

the morning. She offered to pray for me.

I wondered how God answered such

prayers of sinful people but we were

told that His ways were not our ways.

In the Morning, I waited until 7:30am

before leaving the ladies hostel.

My interview was coming by 8am……

Watch out for the Interview…. The funniest

and the most dangerous part of asylum

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