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
” 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
‘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
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
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
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
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
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
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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