Nigerian Queens 6

Nigerian Queen 6


I was busting out of my suits from all the dining and wining. The Nigerian cuisine is exquisite. It was too hot to get out and run. I would be running down the street and possibly get shot by an eager Mopol. There was a union uprising in Kogi State at the mine; I was on the road. I have never observed such lush emptiness before in my life. The fact was that the people were out there in the bush and villages. The vegetables were being sold on both sides of the highway, when we encountered a town it was culture shock. The motorcycles and cars were vying for dominance on the two way highway; it was a dangerous situation. I was thirsty. We pulled into the café, the merchants swamped us before we could get out of the van; they were selling everything. The joint was like the juke joints in Louisiana back in the woods, it was popping though. I ordered a round of beer to quench out the thirst. When I spoke it was if I was speaking Chinese; no one could understand what I was saying; good, it made the tension go away and we got along. I took pictures. The place was full of the energy of the hustle; I will never forget that. My cell; who is it? It was Dee Dee. A golden lady I had captivated at the bank before I traveled. “Where are you, Mr. Charles? How is your day?” she was on the hunt. I loved being the prey in Africa; my hunters where the most beautiful and cunning throughout the universe. I said, “I am on the road. Business. You want me don’t you?” She was laughing. I had called it right but we would have to wait. “I just called to see how you are doing; when will you be back?” she said. No pretense there; real women tell you upfront in Africa what is going down. Imagine a cross between a Beyounce’ and Berry, six feet tall golden Amazon. Those emeralds green’s mesmerized me from the get go; super fox. I stayed cool with it, “I will be back soon. We will dine and dance; OK. I am on a mission.” The call dropped right then, that was the last I heard from her in two weeks. We were back on the road; debris field on both sides reflecting the carnage that is involved in driving on the highway in Nigeria. By the time we made it to the mine my blood pressure must have gone up sixty points; it was like a collision derby; dangerous is not the word. We got settled in and I called my Stella. She shoulda been in Nollywood, beautiful beyond compare and she loves her some Charles; she is a doll. “Hey baby, what’s up with it? Daddy is in town, come on down. I have missed you; you know that.” I was feeling this. “I am on the way now. I missed you too; my love. I will bring food and drinks. I am so glad you are here. Oooh.” She was ripe for the taking; time does make the heart go stronger.