The sugar daddy in a black Benz

I served in Benin city, Edo state in 2017, I was lucky I did not end up in a village because it would have finally killed my already broken heart.

I have stories for days though, I experienced and saw things, good ones by the way, not abominations. Lol. Looking back, I could have done more, lived a little more, made more friends but bleh, it's been years.

I have had older men move to me since my second year in the university. I mean daddies, men with kids my age, some in the neighbourhood, some in school, and I didn’t know what attracted them to me. I wasn’t exactly the typical girl in uni,I tried though but I was always in awe of other premium babes I never measured up to.

Back to Benin, I stayed in the GRA, so it meant randomly seeing really beautiful and huge houses, rich men, women, babes, and of course, constantly hearing how you would turn into an egg, a goat or a calabash filled with cowries if you got too close to them.

Towards the end of my service year, I became a home lesson teacher, and because there were no bikes or random buses, I walked a lot which I enjoyed though. My NYSC year is the fittest I have ever gotten in my entire existence.

I wasn’t going to teach one hot afternoon, the mum cancelled, so I headed home from work, dreaming about the cold shower and my beautiful bed. I had spent quite some time waiting for a cab to go into the GRA when this black Benz with leather seats pulled up.

The man behind the wheels had such a big head but he still thought it was a good idea to wear really dark shades. He had a Yoruba native attire on and I remember his stomach threatened to jump out if he as much as sighed. He beckoned to me and I looked away, he made frantic gestures to get my attention and I finally decided to hear him out.

He stopped abruptly in the middle of the road by the way, so there were cars behind him but he looked so relaxed and used to the process. As I approached, I already started my familiar speech: ‘I don’t really know anywhere around here, I am new.’

After assuring me he was a Benin boy (man or dad would have been more appropriate), he asked what a beautiful girl like me was doing under the hot sun. As I opened my mouth to answer, he smiled and said “your skin attracted me to you.”

Now, the first time I have ever consciously taken care of my skin was in 2020, so he must have been lying, or not. Hehehehe.

The drivers behind him were going mad with their horns at this point, so he quickly said; I see you’re going in, I stay around, let me give you a lift and we can become special friends. I said no straight up.

He looked at me like I was crazy, I mean he singled me out in a pool of sweaty and tired-looking mops in human form under the unforgiving sun and I said no? Like how much of a sufferhead was I really?

He smiled again and asked why, I told him I’d rather wait for a cab and because somewhere in the conversation, I told him I was from Lagos, he said “Lagos girls are better than this.”

I stepped all the way back and looked away, he honked twice before shouting good luck and finally zoomed off.

Let me tell you, good luck totally avoided me on that spot that day, a cab finally arrived after like a million years and as the softie that I have always been, I couldn’t fight, so I let others who were obviously better at taking chances go.

As I stepped back to think about the chance I had lost, the lady beside me, a Benin woman, of course, said “if you know say you no fit enter motor, you for follow that man.”

I thought about it all the way home when I finally got a cab, and for two more days or so.

Even if he had turned me into a yam, he might have been nice enough to eat me with well made eggs. He liked my skin afterall.