I see those claims as mere scandals amongst non-Americans, but here, the scandal looks a bit real.
I don't always sit among Indian and African doctors who seem to know too much about world politics.
One of them, a professor, frowned the moment I introduced myself as a special orthopedist from New York, United States of America.
I have no clue because he did that, but he just did it and ignored me as though I never was there right in front of him.
"Pardon my manners if those were rash." We were already in her car.
"I guess you should identify as the son of Italian mafia fathers who moved into the United States to extend their mafia business a couple of years ago when you are out in the streets and playing American while at work. That would be enough cover for you."
She threw open the driver's door and urged me to do the same with a slight pose of her chin. I opened the door at my side and hopped in as soon as she did the same.
"Listen, this is modern Africa, and America is no longer the hero, more especially with Russia's pose as Africa's salvation from Western influence." She added.
I laughed once more. For heaven's sake, I have no business with what Russia poses as, or what America is seen as in modern-day Africa.
All I know is, I'm American, and I'm proud to be one. But I said nothing this time because I was up for learning and seeing enough reason why I should return to the professor that ignored me and shout in his ears that I'm the United States of America and I don't give a damn what he thinks.
"You know what, we have company." She sounded like we were in the movies.
David, I thought. They were always in contact with each other, especially when they thought I should be involved, so, I didn't bother to ask who was joining us until the door was pushed open and a lady joined us in the car.
"Sorry, I took your time."
Gosh, it was the Nigerian lady, with that big ass. And gosh again, what David told me to imagine was beginning to creep into my mind. Thoughts of her sitting on my waist, with my dick in her pussy, riding me like I was an old horse out for a walk in the sun.
"You didn't take that long, Ama-ka."
Nancy turned on the car engine.
"And, Doctor Oyinbo?" Amaka touched my shoulder.
Gosh, she touched my shoulder "Hope I didn't offend you?"
Nigerian! I grunted in my mind. Very annoying yet wonderful people.
"No, you didn't," I replied.
Nancy pulled out of the park and pulled into the driveway, and soon, we were out of the hospital premises.
The hospital was a big one, the biggest in the city of Abidjan.
The roads at night were something similar to nightlife in New York.
Everything was just at its best, but I didn't give the city much attention because my head was growing heavy already, and Nancy's place, I knew was far off.
We had to beat a lot of funny kilometers before we hit her place.
I fixed my gaze at the side mirror, hoping to steal some glance at the nurse behind us, and maybe reconsider my decision on the matter on the desk, between me and David Freeman, but she was already fast asleep, with her head bowed on her lap.
"Don't sleep like her, Greco," Nancy said. "I brought you along because I need someone to sit by my side and keep me company. As for the nurse behind me, she is the daughter of a rich Nigerian merchant, she sleeps whenever she wants."
How come both Nancy and David knew the Nigerian nurse so well? Very funny though. But that's not a thing that bothers me.
We arrived at Nancy's place. She wasn't throwing any party, but a clubhouse was just right behind her apartment. That might be where she meant to take me and the nurse.
"And here we go." She opened the door and alighted, then, like a silly prankster, she tossed the car key at me and scurried off for her place. It was now my duty to wake the Nigerian nurse and have her join us inside.
I turned off the engine Nancy failed to turn off and turned to the lady behind me.
"Hello." I reached out to tap her arm, but she winced and raised the same hand with the ring in one of her fingers. I swallowed and alighted from the car.
"Hey, Ama…Ama."
"Amaka." A man behind me said. "Come on, I'll help with that, just go grab some rest. I'm Kabiru, Amaka's roommate."
"Okay," I muttered. "Take care of her."
***
At first, I was able to force myself to grab some sleep, but not until the sound of music from the club rippled into my ears.
They were playing stuff from a lot of artists, African, American, French, Mexican, and Russian. I could tell from the sound of each piece they played.
I rose from bed and went to the restroom. It was full of lady stuff, ranging from the body wash to some other kinds of stuff in the sink space, but the one that caught my attention was the vagina wash.
I heard such a wash tightens loose pussy and keeps the pussy clean.
"It's something to hit the bathroom at night, but another to cause unrest just because you want to glance at what I have in stock on my sink space." Nancy's voice jolted me out of myself.
I turned and met her lying in the bathtub, her body covered with foamy water.
I turned away, yes, her nude wasn't out for me to see, because she hid everything including her shoulders.
I don't know how she was able to do that, but that's it.
"Sorry, I had no idea you were here." I stepped out of the bathroom. I had gone in there to have a second bath before heading to the club next to her place, but my plan was ruined.
"You can come have the vagina wash if you have a loose asshole." She came loud from the bathroom.
I wanted to ask her if her VJ was loose, but I swallowed the stupid urge to pose such a query.
It would be seen as a joke, but some jokes are too big for ladies the size of the character of Nancy. She is friendly, but super stern.
"What do you have to say, come on, be human for once, say something silly, let's fight like two stepmothers." She laughed out loud.
"I'm off to the club, Nancy," I made for the door, "I need to clear my head with some hot shuttles."
"That would be great, but mind you, I won't come looking for you." She hollered from the bathroom.
"Okay, Nancy." I took off from her apartment and shut the door. my mind created the picture of her sitting in the bathtub with her shoulders covered.
If my mind could recreate such, who knows what it could have done if it wasn't just her head and her short brunette hair?