Straffe Okon Case 2

"Can you do it"? The voice rasped in the darkness.
Jamiu gulped, his hands clammy with sweat.
"This is for your family" he thought to himself.
But that thought didn't reassure him. Rather bile churned in his stomach, at the thought of the terrible betrayal he was about to commit...
"Yes sir. I can do it".
"Do not worry Jamiu. When this operation goes well, you will be taken care of", the voice said.

Jamiu stood in the darkness of the garage, listening to the voice delivering instructions over and over, and him nodding at intervals..

"I can do this" he thought, as he later walked off into the hot Lagos night...
"I have to do this".


She got onto the plane at De Gaulle Airport, Paris and sank back into the plush seating in the first class lounge..
God, it was so good to relax, after working real hard in school. And now she was going back to Nigeria for Holidays.
Her Mum had been nagging her to settle down, but she wasn't interested.
Apart from Jean Pierre, no man had ever been able to handle her.
They were put of by her looks...
She chuckled to herself. Standing at 5'9, with 37DD breasts, and a large backside... not to mention her outspoken personality, and sharp brain, most men were intimidated by her...
Well, its not her fault that her Dad was a wealthy hard working industrial mogul with businesses all over the world...
It wasn't her fault that most men were weaklings...
Pity about Jean Pierre though...but gosh those French men could do magic with their tongues...
Thinking about Jean Pierre's former ministrations to the nether parts of her anatomy sent shivers down her spine....
Jamilia buzzed the hostess and ordered for champagne.
It came fast.
As she put the glass to her lips, the beverage hit her throat in an exquisite explosion of sensuality..
Life was good...
So damn good...

To be Continued...