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Good Girl, Bad girl  “The Story Of A Runs Girl”

by Vicky Bon Uzuazor

“Rise and shine pretty girl.”
Omote said to herself, after she counted the 200k Chief Akporo handed to her in cash.
Omote thought of chief Akporo as a good man.
He dashed her money without even seeing the hand of her brazier. She was aware that he was a Wealthy man, but Kennedy didn’t tell her that he had a mouth odor. An elderly man in his late 50s who slipped off his wedding ring just to see her face in a broad day light at the Sheraton hotel.

Kennedy said when he showed him Omote’s pictures, his eyes widened. He wanted to see her as soon as possible before he leaves for the UK to see his family.

“I be Warri man! Any woman wey I love, dey enjoy me well, well. I go give you anything you want. I don’t want to share you with anybody, leave those small, small boys dem.” He said huskily.
She stared at him and then turned away.

“Chief, I don’t have a boyfriend, but if you can be paying my house rent and then buy me a small car. Not Tukumbor o. Tia rubber!” Omote said, rolling her eyes.

“No worry yourself, my name na Chief Esereshareberuo Akporovwovwuo Oghenefejoro, ask anybody of me, I do not break promises.” She giggled and turned her face away snobbishly.

**********
Omote went back home excitedly. It was one of her lucky, good days.
The wind that blew that late afternoon caused her neatly fixed hair to scatter.

She tried to open the door of the house and found out that her elder sister Tega was already home.

“Did you get the job?” She asked as soon as she stepped into the house. Tega became calm for a while, then gave an audible sigh of relieve.

“Silly people. Imagine, that man wanted me to sleep with him first, before he can give me the job as his secretary. If I sleep with him to get the job, shebi I will be sleeping with him all through to keep it?”
She asked sadly.

“Are you a virgin? What is there to just sleep with someone for five minutes and get a well paid job that will change your life. seriously Tega, I am so tired of you. I am the one feeding you and sending money home to Mama. When will you start supporting me? Me that slept with my boss to get this job I am doing now, did I die?”

Tega stared at her, looking aghast.

“Oghene! Omor, What kind of a person are you? If not that I saw when you were born one year after I was born, I would have said our parents adopted you.” Tega said softly. But before she had finished talking, Omote had started removing her shoes. She was used to her sister’s talks about how different she was from her.

“Did you cook?” Omote broke the silence.

“I am just coming back from job hunting, and you are asking if I cooked.”

“But you got home before me.”

“And so?”

“We are eating out then.”
Tega’s eyes lightened as she became calm.

“Don’t worry, when I get a good job, I will reciprocate all these things you’ve done for me.”

” Go back tomorrow, beg that man and tell him that you are ready to do it.” Omote said mockingly. She gave a sneering smile and widened her teeth. Tega stared at her as if she said something rude.

………………………………………………………………………

After they ate the Fried peppered chicken with the fried rice, and drank the chill coke, Tega began to fan herself with her bare hands.

“Thank you for lunch.” she said with a stiff politeness. ” I can’t remember the last time I ate this much.”

“Anything for my sister.” Omote shoved the chicken into her mouth.

Moments later, Omote’s phone rang. She picked it up immediately.

“It’s my boss.” she whispered, as she placed the phone to her ears.
“Hello, Good afternoon”. Her tone became Loud.

“Omor my baby. Can I see you tonight?”

“At where sir?”

“Our usual spot my baby.”

“Okay sir.”

“I will send you the room number in a bit.” He said and hung up the call.

Omote began to chew her chicken noisily.

“The way you speak to your boss is strange.”

“He is my lover.”

“I thought you were joking when you said you’ve slept with him.”

“Why would I joke about a thing like that?He takes good care of me. In fact, he is the one who gave us money to rent our house.”

Tega gave a great bellow of laughter.

“God bless him. I hope he is not a married man?”

“Before nkor? Is it a single man that will have that kind of money? He is married o with three children.”

“Oghene! Omote, what of his wife? Don’t you know that it is a curse to sleep with a married man?”

“In this present time abi? OgeheneTega, please leave my life for me.” Omote said calmly and gulped down a full glass of water.

*****************

Her boss had undress and was already in bed when she walked into the hotel room with a pretentious frown on her face.

“My Omobaby! Come to Daddy!” She shook her head and still didn’t look at him.
“What is it my baby? Have I not made you happy?”

“Last time that we met here, you didn’t give me money o.” She said, folding her arms.

” But I paid for your cab Omalicha?”

” But that wasn’t my personal cash. You didn’t give me money after sleeping with me.”

“I was broke that day. And besides, you are not a prostitute that I should pay after sex.”

Omote felt a rush of anger now.

“What was I before? I wasn’t a prostitute and you slept with me before giving me the job? I want money o. I cannot give any married man my sweet mango for free.” Omote said shrilly. Her face was in a bit frown. Her boss began to give a forceful smile.

” Don’t worry, I will give you money today. I have been really broke since after I gave you money for your rent.”

Omote had wondered why her boss always gets broke whenever he gives her money. She gave a sneering smile, and began to remove her dress slowly.

Her boss shifted a bit towards the wall, his breathing ragged and he looked at her with so much intensity as he called her name.

……………………………………………………………….

Omote woke to the sound of her boss’s cell phone. She was naked, and lying on top of her boss who was deeply asleep. 
She peeped through the phone and saw ‘my wife’ calling.

She tapped on her boss gently.

“Your wife wants you home, wake up.”

Her boss stretched out, yawning at the same time. He didn’t hear her clearly, he was about to go back to sleep when Omote tapped him for the second time.

“Your phone is ringing sir, it seems your wife is trying to reach to you o. It’s almost to 9pm.”

He jumped up from the bed immediately.

“My wife? where? when did she call?” he asked, looking confused. The phone rang again and he picked it, his fingers trembling.

“My dear. I was in a meeting. We are almost done. I will soon be on my way.” He said, in a suddenly much less confident voice.
He hung up the call and immediately flung out of the bed to get dressed.

“Madam has called.” Omote’s voice became abruptly loud.

“Yes. I need to go now.” He said in a panic whisper, as he opened his brief case.
“Omalicha, should I give you in cash or in cheque?”

“In cash sir. The last time I got a cheque, I discovered at the bank that it was a fake one.”
But her boss was lost in the conversation while counting some money. He threw a bunch of one thousand naira notes to her, she grabbed it with one hand.

“Bad girl Omalicha. You like money too much.”

The smile varnished, and her eyes shaded with a hint of anxiety as she counted the money.

***********

Moments after her boss had gone, she dressed up quickly and hurried down to the elevator. And while she was anxiously waiting for the elevator to open, a lady dressed in a lemon silky gown stepped out, the smell of her designers perfume hit on Omote’s noise. There was a young boy behind her, he had multiple chains on his neck, and had a small earring fixed to his Ears, the big tattoo paintings on his hands gave him a weird look.

“Nice scent.” Omote said as she walked into the elevator.

“Omote Oscar?” The lady in a lemon coloured gown called out. Omote became amazed. She stepped out of the elevator immediately and stared at the lady directly in the face, looking confused. She was trying to depict the face.

“Shoooooo! Isioma Okoye? Unbelievable, is this really you?”

“Oh yes. You look really good. Are you married now?” She asked excitedly. Omote gave a slow nod.
Isioma would have said ‘you should ask me what I have achieved since after school’.
But she gave a wide smile, and ignored responding verbally to her question on being married.

Her eyes got to the ring on Isioma fourth finger, there was a gold wedding ring in it.

“I can see you are married. Is this your husband?” She asked, pointing and smiling at the boy behind Isioma.

“Of course not. my husband works in Scotland, he visits Nigeria once in three months. This is my small boyfriend.” she said Shrilly.

Omote had thought that she was the worse bitch on earth until she met Isioma. She was amazed, that despite her marital status, she would still be keeping a gigolo.

“Have my card, call me. Let’s talk about old school days.” She handed her a classy complimentary card. Omote got it excitedly and they both parted ways.

She had thought about Isioma and her small boyfriend all through the night.

………………………………………………………………………………….

Tega’s laughter subsided, but a wistful smile remained on her face.

Omote had told her about her encounter with Isioma, who was popularly known as ‘the school fucker’ in secondary school.

“Does she still do that her busy body?” Tega asked, smiling wide.

“Ahhh….yes o.” Omote giggled.

“I am surprise that she said she is married. what then was she doing at a hotel with a small boy?”

“I don’t know o. She asked me to call her. So maybe we will talk about that when we see.”

“Ah! Isioma the crazy girl.” Tega laughed.

There was a loud knock on the door. Tega and Omote wondered who it was.

“Are you expecting a visitor?” Tega asked.

“No.”

Omote walked to the door and opened it immediately she saw who it was.

“It’s Kennedy.” She whispered to Tega and clicked the door open.

“Where is my money?” Kennedy asked in a baritone voice. His face became stern. There were beads of sweat on his face, and he looked pale.
Omote did not look at his face, rather, she felt his surprise.

“He didn’t touch me.” Omote said with a frown on her face.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning that he didn’t give me any money.”

“Liar!” Kennedy yelled. ” You mean that a whole Chief Akporo who gives girls 100k as thanks for coming, did not give you a dime Omor?”

“Maybe he doesn’t like me. But I swear on my late father’s grave, that man didn’t give me a kobo. He only said that he was going to see me again.”

“If I find out that you are lying enh, I will make sure Chief doesn’t see you again.” His voice was getting louder, his head bobbing. He walked away and slammed the door aggressively.

“Omor. Kennedy introduces you to big men? I thought you said he is just a good friend?” Tega asked softly, she continued, “Did the man give you money?”

“Holy mary, Yes!” She yelled. “He gave me 200k, and I am supposed to give Ken 20k.” She sat gently on the couch.

“So why can’t you give him, since you will have a whole 180k to yourself?”

“Because I am trying to set up a business for you. Since you can’t use what you have to get what you want. let me be the twerp.”

“I didn’t send you to go about sleeping with men for money. I will not give out my body for Money!” Tega said arrogantly.

“But you can sleep with a man for love and silly emotions? See, I am not doing this for you, I am doing this for mama. She has suffered enough for Us. If I want to waste my time, and watch you as my elder sister to hustle and take care of us, we will all die. Start thinking of what you can do, so that I can make plans to give you some money. you think sey to find job for Lagos na beans?” Omote said and walked angrily into the room.

Tega said nothing. She sat carefully on the couch and bit her fingernails.

……………………………………………………

Omote nodded to the reggae music that was being played at the bar, while she sipped her red wine stylishly from the glass cup.

She had waited for Isioma for over thirty minutes at the Saints bar.

A car horn blew, and she turned her face to the window. A black, tinted range rover drove in. The lady inside wined down to get proper direction from the bar securities.
Omote was astounded to see that the lady who drove the black range rover was Isioma. Her mouth popped open as she stared in admiration.

“I am so sorry Omor, I had a busy day at the shop. Customers were trooping in and out.” Isioma said, as she whistled at the bar girl.

“What do you do?” Omote asked anxiously.

“I own a Mac makeup studio on Victoria Island.” Isioma said shrilly.

“Oh nice. I am thinking of a business to establish for my sister.”

“Not for yourself?”

“No. My kind of business will need a lot of capital. I want to establish my sister and my mom first.”
Isioma nodded slowly.

“What are you planning to do for yourself?” Isioma asked, skimming through the menu file.

” I want to own a perfumery, like a perfume shop.”

“Designers perfumes?”

“Right.”

Isioma finally turned to the waitress who had stood there for over two minutes, listening to their conversations.

“Get me two tots of orange vodka.” She said briefly, while the girl walked away.

“Do you have children?” Omote asked.

“I have a son. He is in South Africa with my ex husband.”

Omote became amazed. “you’ve been married before?”

“Five times in a short period of time.” Isioma said.
Omote shook her head and smiled.

“They all cheated on me with other women.”
Omote watched her lips as it was moving. The waiter appeared with a glass of vodka, Isioma carried it and gulped it down within a second.

“Get me another one.” She said to the waiter.
“My first husband had three wives before we got married. His wives almost killed me, so I ran away. We got divorced four months later. I met my second husband, He was gay, and he was never planning to come out of it. And then I met my 3rd husband.” She paused as the waiter arrived the second time with another shot of vodka. She took it and gently dropped it on the table this time.

“You can go.” She said to the waiter. Then she continued, ” my 3rd husband raped his sister to dead. She was just twelve. He was sentenced to life imprisonment. I divorced him before I relocated to Nigeria. He was the father of my son.
My 4th husband; After we got married, three women appeared from nowhere with different babies, they said he was already married to them. She paused and sipped the vodka a bit.
Omote’s eyes widened as she listened attentively.

“And the fifth husband?” Omote broke the silence.
“He is my husband. He lives with his mistress in Scotland. He thinks I don’t know, but I do.”

Isioma said as she gulped down the vodka again.

Omote became startled. She stared at Isioma, at her long lashes, her long costume earrings, the thickness of her body. She was already imagining Isioma with all these men.

………………………………………………

Omote sipped the chocolate tea slowly. Thoughts of Isioma ran through her mind over and over again. How she survived getting through five husbands in 10years still shocked her.

She didn’t tell her sister Tega of her conversations with Isioma.

“I have gotten a job.” Tega said excitedly. Omote’s heart skipped joyously as she dropped the tea cup on a Stool. Her face beamed with a smile.

“At where?”

“A primary school at Iyana Paja. As a primary school teacher. The salary is manageable.”

“Primary school at Iyana Paja?” Omote asked Amazingly. “How much is the salary?”

“Twenty thousand naira.” She said smiling wide.

“Oghene! Tega, Twenty thousand naira for a first class graduate?”

“It’s better than staying at home.”

“From here to Iyana paja is five hundred naira Tega. you will spent more than thirty thousand for snacks and transportation. I will advice you stay at home patiently. I can be paying you the twenty thousand monthly, until I can get you a shop.” Omote said softly.

“Thank you.” Tega whispered as a line of tear ran through her eyes. “You are indeed my best friend and sister. I love you.” Omote became emotional. Her sister’s words hit her with an emotional force. she hugged Tega to herself tightly.

***************

Omote reluctantly rose from the bed to prepare for work. She had been away from work for two days without permission.

She was tagged by her colleagues as ‘oga’s Queen.’ She disobeyed the rules and regulations of the company, and did whatever she wanted with her time.

Whenever she stepped into the office, everywhere became quiet. People had started suspecting that she was in a relationship with the boss.

“Good morning Helena.” Omote greeted the receptionist shrilly as she signed the company’s time book.

“Good morning aunty Omor.” Helena replied excitedly.
Aunty Omor I missed you these few days o. Even though some bad belle people who don’t like you gossiped about you.”

“What did they say?” Omor asked, her face became anxious.

“Blessing and Nneka said yesterday that if they were the ones who stayed back from work just a day, that oga would have given them query. But that you come to work twice in a week, but still get a full salary. Nneka concluded that it’s because you are oga’s girlfriend.” Helena reeled off.
Omor handed her a two hundred naira note and walked away elegantly.

“Thank you o aunty.” Helena said in a loud tone.

Omote stepped into the main office entrance and her eyes caught with Blessing and Nneka who gave a pretentious smile. ” Ah Omor baby! how far nau?” But Omote ignored. She walked straight up to her boss’s office without saying a word.

“Olodoshi” Blessing whispered and sighed.

Omote clicked her boss’s office open without knocking twice like other staffs do.

“Omalicha!” Her boss hailed excitedly.
“Come and give daddy a kiss.”

“I don’t know what I have done to Blessing and co. They keep gossiping me in this office.” She said girlishly.

“Don’t mind those old women, they are jealous of your beauty Omalicha. Their husbands are not taking good care of them the way I do to you.” Her boss said, smiling. His gaze slid down from her shoulders to her breast.
Omote walked over to his chair, and sat slowly on his laps.

The door opened immediately, and their heart slammed as a woman’s voice awoke their guts.

“My husband!”

Omote was in real trouble.

………………………………………………………………………………….

Omote became dazed; she arose slowly from her boss’s laps, and brings her head down as she turns.

“What is a woman doing on your legs Obim?” The lady asked in a loud voice. She was dressed in a Senegalese wear. She gently unwrapped her head tie, and tied it loosely on her waist.

She wanted to slap Omote hardly on the face, but Omote held her hands firmly.

“You won’t dare!” Omote said boldly. Her boss’s wife pushed her to the floor and slapped her hard on the face.

“ashawo! leave my husband for me.”
Omote pushed her forcefully to the floor, and ran out of the office, stumbling on Blessing, the Receptionist, Helena and the office security. She ignored everyone and stepped out of the office premises.
She pulls out her high heel shoes and jumped into a bus.

*********

Omote got back home, breathing heavily.

“What happened? You just left the house an hour ago.” Tega asked in a shaky tone.
But Omote did not say a word. Her body sank into the lumpy mattress, her eyes closed.

She woke to the sound of her phone, and chief Akporo was the caller. Sleep disappeared from her eyes, as she picked the call.

“Hello Chief.” she said weakly.

“Yes my dear. Kennedy called me to ask if I gave you any money.” Her heart trembled as she sat up on the bed.
“I told him no, but that I will see you this weekend.”

“Ah chief. You should have told him you won’t ever see me again.”

“Don’t worry. I will tell him not to bother you anymore. I will personally pay him off his percentage.”

“Okay. thank you.”

“You sound unhappy my baby love.”

“Chief I lost my job today. My boss fired me because I refused to sleep with him. I am thinking of doing a business.”

“Oh my God. My baby love, I am so sorry. Don’t worry, when we see over the weekend, we will talk about this.”

“Are you back from London?”

“Yes my dear. But I am in Abuja now for a meeting.” Chief said huskily. They call ended and Omote became hopeful.

“You lost your job?” Tega asked Surprisingly, Omote nodded.

“Why?”

“Nothing.” Omote said softly.

“You slept with your boss and he dumped you?” Tega said with a disgust in her heart.
Omote got up from the bed, changed into a pair of jean and a pink, flowery blouse, and walked out of the house.

She stood on the verandah, her guilt was growing by leaps and bounds. she fell into brooding silence as her phone rang.
It was Isioma who was calling, and at that moment, she wasn’t ready to pick her calls; but she reluctantly did.

“Isioma Hi.” She said in a soft tone.

“Omor, I will like you to meet someone.” she said shrilly.
“You are his kind of woman, and he is ready to pay anything.”

Omote’s face lightened as she cleared her throat.
She was surprise that Isioma would ask her to meet someone, when she had never discussed being a runs girl to her.

“Where?”

“We are at Eko hotel.”

“Okay. let me shower, I will see you in two hours.” She said, and hurried inside the house.

……………………………………………………………………..

Omote became dazed; she arose slowly from her boss’s laps, and brings her head down as she turns.

“What is a woman doing on your legs Obim?” The lady asked in a loud voice. She was dressed in a Senegalese wear. She gently unwrapped her head tie, and tied it loosely on her waist.

She wanted to slap Omote hardly on the face, but Omote held her hands firmly.

“You won’t dare!” Omote said boldly. Her boss’s wife pushed her to the floor and slapped her hard on the face.

“ashawo! leave my husband for me.”
Omote pushed her forcefully to the floor, and ran out of the office, stumbling on Blessing, the Receptionist, Helena and the office security. She ignored everyone and stepped out of the office premises.
She pulls out her high heel shoes and jumped into a bus.

*********

Omote got back home, breathing heavily.

“What happened? You just left the house an hour ago.” Tega asked in a shaky tone.
But Omote did not say a word. Her body sank into the lumpy mattress, her eyes closed.

She woke to the sound of her phone, and chief Akporo was the caller. Sleep disappeared from her eyes, as she picked the call.

“Hello Chief.” she said weakly.

“Yes my dear. Kennedy called me to ask if I gave you any money.” Her heart trembled as she sat up on the bed.
“I told him no, but that I will see you this weekend.”

“Ah chief. You should have told him you won’t ever see me again.”

“Don’t worry. I will tell him not to bother you anymore. I will personally pay him off his percentage.”

“Okay. thank you.”

“You sound unhappy my baby love.”

“Chief I lost my job today. My boss fired me because I refused to sleep with him. I am thinking of doing a business.”

“Oh my God. My baby love, I am so sorry. Don’t worry, when we see over the weekend, we will talk about this.”

“Are you back from London?”

“Yes my dear. But I am in Abuja now for a meeting.” Chief said huskily. They call ended and Omote became hopeful.

“You lost your job?” Tega asked Surprisingly, Omote nodded.

“Why?”

“Nothing.” Omote said softly.

“You slept with your boss and he dumped you?” Tega said with a disgust in her heart.
Omote got up from the bed, changed into a pair of jean and a pink, flowery blouse, and walked out of the house.

She stood on the verandah, her guilt was growing by leaps and bounds. she fell into brooding silence as her phone rang.
It was Isioma who was calling, and at that moment, she wasn’t ready to pick her calls; but she reluctantly did.

“Isioma Hi.” She said in a soft tone.

“Omor, I will like you to meet someone.” she said shrilly.
“You are his kind of woman, and he is ready to pay anything.”

Omote’s face lightened as she cleared her throat.
She was surprise that Isioma would ask her to meet someone, when she had never discussed being a runs girl to her.

“Where?”

“We are at Eko hotel.”

“Okay. let me shower, I will see you in two hours.” She said, and hurried inside the house.

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