The devil who loved me

The food came out well, at least it looked good. He ate in the kitchen , quietly like I wasn't around. He had insisted I eat with him but I declined. He didn't seem like someone that cooked his meals, it was sexy I must admit. After eating, he started washing the dishes, that was when he started talking..

Jafar: so what problem do you have with how Acho was handled?

Me: that was not the kind of security I wanted.

Jafar: I heard he almost raped you

Me: nope! He was my boyfriend until two weeks ago, I guess he just wanted to prove a point

Jafar: I thought Timi was your boyfriend.

Me: Timi is an ex too

He laughed, laughter that exposed his teeth. When he laughed he seemed to have difficulty breathing, he laughed in bits.

Jafar: you dey vex o…you just dey ex all of them.

That didn't sound funny to me so I kept a straight face. He took out his phone and called some to come meet him in the kitchen. The guy came and took away the yam that remained in the pot and the eggs in the frying pan.

Me: are you their father or what, how old are you?

Jafar: 26

Me: what are you?

Jafar: I am a guy…lol

Me: you know what I mean

Jafar: I don't ma'am

Me: you are a cultist?

He laughed again. He laughed like I was kid asking why mummy had a big tummy.

Jafar: what do you think?

Me: I think you are a cultist

Jafar: hahahahahaha..

Me: aint you?

Jafar: cultism is otokoto shii..all them blood money n all…

Me: so you are what?

Jafar: Confra….

Me: what is the difference?

Jafar: we fight for black man's liberation

Me: you believe your bullshit?

Jafar: bullshit?

Me: you kill yourselves in campus, intimidate and all

Jafar: there are bad eggs in every organization. When Wole introduced Confra to the university, it was for social equalization. Rich or poor, everybody being equal..no matter the tribe and all. The military hijacked it and started bribing our boys to intimidate people. Later political criminals started using them for election violence. Unfortunately, it has given us a bad name.

Me: so why involve yourself with it, you seem very intelligent.

Jafar: to have brothers with a common goal, to protect the oppressed and suppressed…to protect people like you…fend for people you would probably never know about.

I realized we were getting nowhere; I had to shift back to Acho's matter.

Me: you can protect the Abayomi and the other peeps…leave me out of it.

Jafar: I can't.

Me: why?

Jafar: you are an investment now; I am responsible for your safety.

Me: you are saying I don't have a choice?

Jafar: as regards your safety, you don't…I am sorry ma.

Me: I don't like the way you handled Acho's issue

Jafar: ok, we will reduce violence to the minimal

Me: thank you.

Jafar: now that we have an agreement, can you shoot pool?

Me: nope.

Jafar: come let me teach you.

Me: not interested, thanks though.

He was already moving to the sitting room, I had to follow, no be my kitchen na?

He gave me a stick, placed a white ball and a red ball on the snooker table.

Jafar: now you are going to learn how to hit a ball with the cue ball. The cue ball is the white ball, the stick is called the cue stick.

Me: its like you didn't hear me, I am not interested.

He led me to the table, stood at my back. He grabbed my left hand and used it as a rest on the table, my right hand held the butt of the cue stick. My bum was crested on his crotch, his shoulder enclosed mine as he tried guiding me to take the shot. I could smell him, I could hear his heartbeat. I wondered if he heard mine. The last time I felt this tense was when Timi held me for the first time.

Jafar: in snooker, you, your eyes, your stick and the cue ball have to be one, they have to trust each-other. Your aim is the other ball…the middle of the other ball.. remember trust is everything…he whispered in my ears. His lips brushed my ear lobe.

The shot I made was the worse shot he had ever seen, he had to admit....