I pulled off my heels and walked barefooted towards the General. The sweat in his hairy belly irritated me. It looked like a pig who had smeared its body with black mud. It dripped like muscus from the nose of a grown up man.
General Abdullahi closed his eyes and opened his hands wide, like a child who runs to embrace his mother. As I approached him, I shut my eyes tight and placed my head above his shoulders. I could not embrace him.
The pot belly of the general, was like a barrier stopping my breast from touching his chest. General Abdullahi did not hesitate to wrap his fat hands around my back. He pulled me closer to him and ensured that my breast touched and pressed upon his chest.
"Kai kai kai… wai…wai!" The General exclaimed.
"What is it general?" I asked rather confusingly, pulling out of his tight embrace.
"Kemi. Kemi. Since I know a women. Sorry a woman. I have not hug something soft like this one. Gaskiya you look like breadi. Fresh baked breadi."
"General do you mean bread?"
"Yes Kemi. Bread. You are soft like breadi. Wooooo! Kai. Come and sit down. Sit down for here."
General Abdullahi held my right hands tight and dragged me to his bed. Before now, I had already known that one way or the other, I was going to end up on the bed of the General. What else did I expect when I agreed to meet him in his private lounge? I knew his plans from the beginning. But I was only ready to give in to him, so I could have my revenge on the three people who had broken my heart and caused me bitter pains.
I stared at my heels which I had placed beside the cushion, and also my purse and phone which was on the cushion. I tried to convince myself that there was another way out of this. But then my phone rang again, and the name Alex brought back the hurtful memories.
Why was he calling me again? What else did he have to tell me? A man who could take advantage of a ladies drunk state, to sleep with her without her consent deserved to die. Alex must have had unprotected sex with me.
I remembered the semen I had seen on my body that morning. I remembered how naked I was, and how I was covered with a blanket and made to feel like a slut. I remembered all those and became hurt and angry again. The more I thought about it, the more my crave for vengeance increased.
General Abdullahi kept touching my hands and robbing it softly. He kept smiling sheepishly and sweating like one who had finished boxing. I picked the blanket on the bed and wiped the sweat from his face.
"Thank you Kemi. You are so nice gaskiya. So so nice."
"General why are sweating? Where you working out?" I asked.
"Working where? La illah. Does this kind of belly look like one that undergoes any working out? Kemi why won't I sweat when I was thinking of you from the moment you said you want to meet me in secret?
"You have just been running through my mind like a Kaza. Kaza is chicken Kemi. You know how the cock follows the chicken and the chicken runs and runs? That is how you were running. I was the cock, you are the chicken." He laughed.
I laughed at the way the General spoke. He seemed to have a very good sense of humour. Sometimes his Hausa intonation made me laugh.