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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

30. White Karolina

I turned around and saw John bighead

emerging from the bush.

Awiti, who had not seen or known who

John was, just stood there and stared at

the guy coming out from the bush while I

thought how best to handle the situation.

” I think you have a mental problem” I

said to him in Igbo language.

The idea was to drag the issue away

from Awiti as much I could. I was

beginning to like her so much.

But the mischief maker insisted on

speaking pidgin English.

”Na your papa get mental problem” he

said while maintaining a considerable

distance between us.

I took Awiti’s hand and started walking

out of the park. It was a ten minute-walk

to the Camp. John followed us behind,

talking about what he would have done to

me if the environment was different.

We got to the camp without fight, so I

decided not to do anything about it.

Around 8pm, I saw Awiti off to the

female hostel. When I got back, I went to

Mike and told him what happened with

John in the park.

He advised me to let it go since we will

soon be posted out of the Camp.

Mike in the other hand, had approached

Agnes for a date. I didin’t know what she

said to him but since I had not seen

them together, I figured out Agnes was

tired of Nigerians and their ways.

People were being posted out of camp

on daily basis while new campers were

being admitted. Some of the people I

knew had been posted out. I would go to

the Notice board every morning to check

on my name but I knew that it would take

atleastrological two weeks after my

interview.

Awiti’s Interview came a week before my

departure. We had rehearsed her own

story over and over again. She was a

Somali in camp since there was no crisis

in Kenya.

One evening, I went outside camp alone

and met a white lady. She was a Polish

girl who had come to look for work in

Germany. Karolina was her name. She

understood German and very little

English but enough to communicate with

me. I had just finished buying beer from

the spar and was on my way back to

camp when I saw her coming towards

me. She was young and I couldn’t tell her

age. We were warned to stay away from

girls who were not up to 18 years.

fvcking a girl below 17 was a one way

ticket to prison, so we were careful

about that until Karolina showed up.

It was Karolina who greeted me first as

we met, I stopped her and we got

chatting. She told me she lived alone in a

street in the middle of the town. She

asked about Africa and I told her the

much I remembered. To my greatest

surprise, she thought Africa was just a

country. She had never heard of Nigeria

or Ghana except some cities like Libya

and Ethiopia and Egypt.

Since she was not in a hurry, I invited

her to join me in my beer. We strolled

eastward towards Cottbus, an Area I was

sure Awiti would never venture into. We

got to a large concrete bench on the

floor and sat there.

August was ending, and a new strange

season was descending on that part of

Germany. There was breeze and the

leaves were falling out of the trees in

quantum.

It was a beautiful atmosphere as we sat

on the slab while cool breeze brushed

past us in a romantic way. After a can of

beer each, our discussion changed from

Africa to private matters.

She was 18 years according to her but

had already separated with three

boyfriends.

Two of the boyfriends was from Warsaw

in Poland while the last one was a

German.

In my own part, I have had only one

girlfriend my whole life but when the

bomb landed in our town in Cameroun,

everybody got scattered and separated

and I had managed to found myself in

Germany while I knew nothing about her.

When the darkness descended, we fell in

a temporal love and started kissing. Her

teeth was banded by some kind of wires.

She explained to me that it was going to

fall out when she was 15 and the doctors

had binded them together. Too much

chocolate was to blame.

After over three hours with Karolina, I

told her that I was going back to Camp.

She offered to see me off but I declined.

I didn’t want to run into Awiti, so I told

her to go. She invited me to her

apartment the next day and I accepted.

On my way back to the camp, I expected

John to pop out of nowhere but I didn’t

see him. I was disappointed because I

wanted him to see that I had gone white.

When I got back to the camp, I didn’t look

for Awiti. She was surprised when she

came to the prayer center and found me

singing. I had always gone to take her

with me to the prayer house but that

evening, I had gone alone. She stared at

me through the 30 minute prayer

session and when it was over, she

walked up to me and demanded for

explanations. I had not forgotten to call

her, I told her that I was running late

and that it was my turn to sing the

praises that day.

The following day after lunch, I sneaked

out of camp again. I went to the point

where I had been with Karolina the

previous day. We had agreed to meet

there that afternoon and proceed to her

apartment. I took two cans of beer along

with me. I spent over an hour sitting

there alone with my beer until I got tired

of waiting. I was considering going back

to the camp when she showed up with

her bicycle. She asked how long I had

been waiting and I lied that I had been

there for hours.

We trekked to her house while she

moved the bike on the ground.

It was a neatly decorated one room

apartment. We sat on the long sofa and

talked about Poland and Germany.

According to her, the Area we were

which was Eisenhuttenstadt with the

neighbouring cities such as Cotbuss,

Frankfurt oder and many more had

belonged to Poland but it was Adolf Hitler

who had captured the lands from Poland

during the war.

I wasn’t interested in the history but I

played along.

When she felt that I had become hungry,

she offered to give me food and I

accepted. I sat there waiting for hot Rice

with fat chicken legs but to my

disappointment, she came out with some

brown bread and a cup of butter. I

smiled and thanked her as if it was what

I was looking forward to. I ate two slices

of the diet bread and declared myself

satisfied.

When I finished eating, she asked a

question that changed everything.

” have you ever had sexxx” she had

asked.

I nodded in affirmative and asked why

she wanted to know.

She said nothing.

She asked me to bring out my Joystick

for her to see.

*what kind of weird girl was that*

I was alarmed but I knew that i could

over-power her if anything strange was

to happen.

I asked why she wanted to see my

Joystick. She had heard that African

Joysticks were bigger than the whites

and she wanted to know.

I pulled down my trousers and brought

out my already rising Joystick.

*All the girls who had seen my Joystick

since the turn of the millennium nearly

two years before that day had also felt it

inside their honey pots.

Karolina Maniecka was not going to be

be an exception*

 

As soon as my rising joystick jumped

out of the boxers, Karolina grabbed it

and started turning it around in her

palm. She was so casual about it that I

wondered if anything beyond that was

going to happen.

The more she turned it, the more

harder it became. I just sat there and

stared on the joystick too as if it were

not part of my body.

All of a sudden, everything changed.

Karolina started touching her bosoms

with one hand while still holding my

joystick with the other hand.

I did a quick interpretation job and

decided that it was an act of invitation to

touch her bosoms.

I was still wary of the age limitations

since I didn’t want to go to prison.

” how old did you say you are” I asked

while stretching my left hand to squeeze

her bosoms.

She smiled and said 18 jahre alt. (18

years old).

My hand was already squeezing her soft

bosoms while she had started squeezing

my JT hard.

The heat was already on and there was

no stopping me from then.

I pulled down my jean and removed it

entirely. She also did the same on her

own jean trousers. She was then left

with a kind of underwear pant that

exposed both sides of her cuunt. The

front part of the under that was

supposed to cover her cunnt was a kind

of a string that did a very poor job of

covering it.

* I learnt it was called a G-string pant

later*

I started rubbing the top of her cunnt

while the string was still on it. I

occasionally touched the bare sides of

her cunnt. She removed her pullover and

started kissing my JT, then sucked it.

I moaned like an amateur just to

compliment the poor job she was doing

on my JT.

* I had already made up my mind not to

lick her kitty, so I kept rubbing it until

she started getting excited, then I shifted

the string of underwear to one side and

dipped a finger into her cunnt.

She helplessly stopped the poor job she

was doing on me and released herself

to the pleasure I was giving her.

I got up and asked her to lie flat on her

back which she did while I dipped a finger

inside her again. She wiggled like a

worm.

Her cunnt was shaven recently, I

guessed it was that very morning or the

previous night in anticipation of that very

moment. She had invited me yesterday

and she had prepared for what was

going to happen.

*The obvious excitement of fvcking a

white girl was having its toll on my head*.

When things got to a stage where she

wanted me inside of her, I removed her

pullover and sucked her yellow bosoms.

there were very soft unlike the African

ones and there was no pleasure coming

out of them, so I left them where they

were and concentrated on the semi-open

vegeena.

I pulled my boxers down and wore a

condom I brought along with me.

I parted her tiny underwear to one side,

then in one swift sweet speed, I entered

her.

*There was no need removing the

underwear, I couldn’t see how it can

disrupt anything*

I pumped in and out. It was a sweet

sensation all through. Her cunnt was not

so open like the ones I was used to. It

was filled with flesh and when putting my

JT, I felt like it was touching some flesh

which melted like a butter as soon as the

tip of my JT touched them.

She was holding my back tightly as if I

was going to suddenly jump up and ran

away.

We fvcked for several minutes.

I had switched my mind from that

moment to some ugly incidents. It helped

the Spermss not to come out on time.

*On that particular moment, I was

thinking about the day I got so drunk and

went to my girlfriend’s house in Onitsha.

Her mother had come out and poured

water on me. She had pursued me

downstairs and yelled after me while I

ran in the street*

Karolina had climaxed twice and it was

time for me to release, so I switched my

mind from the woman who poured water

on me to Awiti,s whose cunnt I had been

enjoying since she came.

Then I climaxed. I lay on top of her,

breathing heavily for a minute before

pulling out.

I got up and pulled out the condom and

headed to the bathroom to flush it out.

She was still lying on the sofa smiling

when I returned. She obviously wanted

more but I wanted to go back to the

Camp..

Awiti’s interview was one day away and

she must have been searching for me

everywhere.

I ignored Karolina and put on my clothes.

I managed to spent another ten minutes

with her before I left.

She asked me to come whenever I want,

an invitation I took with a smile.

She also gave me her phone number.

I left her house and walked like a drunk

sailor to the Camp.

My little sweetheart Awiti was in front of

the men’s hostel when I returned.

*I had prepared an errorproof lie for

her, she had to take it or leave it

anyway*

”i have been looking for you” she said as

I approached her.

”sorry sweetheart” I stopped there

without rambling on where I had been

and why.

To my surprise, she didn’t ask where I

had been, she just took my hand and

proceeded to the ladies hostel.

When we got there, I ate the rice she had

kept for me.

We started all over again on her story

for tomorrow’s interview.

”Tell me your story as if I am your

interviewer ” I said as I sat back and

listened to her.

She began;

” My name is Awiti Mulonga, I was

born…………….

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