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The girl laid motionless in the bed. Smirking, the man separated her legs and took off her panties. The smell of the girl wafted into his nostrils and he hungrily licked his lips. He moved like a scavenger at the sight of his prey. When he entered her, he groaned in pleasure, enjoying how extremely tight she was. At a point in time, he stopped to note that the girl wasn’t responding to him, not even to cry out. But he remembered that he had used excess asiri<\/em> on the girl, more than the quantity he was told to use by the Boka<\/em>, and this could explain the silence. <\/p>\n His prey was very dazzling. With effortless beauty, the moon light snaked through the window and kissed her fair smooth skin, giving it a fiery glow. The black night dress she wore had attracted him immediately. When he\u2019d entered the room through the window, she was the first person his eyes caught shot of because she was much closer to the glass. <\/p>\n He continued riding her without an iota of stress. Sweating profusely, he rode faster than ever. As he continued sweating and breathing hard like a cow and squeezing his face as though he swallowed a bitter pill, he heaved a deep sigh of relief. He came, then took himself off her and fell beside her, his body almost touching. Breathing fast, he was like someone who just finished a marathon. He stood on his feet then raised the pillow in which the girl’s head was on and took her phone. He lifted up a few pillows in the other room, taking these phones too but he couldn’t find phones from all girls on the up bunks so he decided to check their lockers. Among the things he was told about the girl\u2019s hostel was that the people on the up bunks are entitled to lockers and they usually hide their phones inside the locker when they want to retire to bed so as to prevent theft. Luckily for him, he found all the phones in their various lockers. Quickly, he then headed to the same window he had just passed through. Stopping to zip his trousers, he gave a triumphant smile and jumped from the sill.<\/p>\n “Thief!\u201d<\/p>\n “Thief!\u201d<\/p>\n “Thief!\u201d<\/p>\n The alarm woke all the girls in Gambo Sawaba, including the occupants of room 18 second floor from which the man had just absconded. The girl who raised the alarm was brave to have done that. Judging from the passion in her voice, she must have been a L 100 student (jambito) whose eyes are yet to be fed with all the chronicles of hostel life. Usually, the girls who go out to fetch water at night have an 8:00am lecture and can\u2019t afford to stand a long cue in the morning. Thieves who find their way into the girls\u2019 hostel hate it when someone tries to raise an alarm. They may even kill her there and then. They would rather waste a soul than to risk their lives and that\u2019s how a DE student in her first year got stabbed in the neck by a thief. For this reason, girls who see thieves at night have learnt to be completely silent and the thieves walk through as though they own the whole place. The story of the girl spread everywhere and it was by the grace of God she survived. It was due to that incident that the VC of the school instructed that the girls hostel should be renovated. Fences were raised and broken windows were fixed but even then, thieves still found their way in , now using the aphrodisiac asiri<\/em>.<\/p>\n The thief was in a blue t-shirt and blue trousers. Quickly he tucked the t-shirt into the trouser, and clasped them together with an oversized belt that slapped his thighs with each step he took. From this appearance, he tried to look like the security men of the school so the students wouldn\u2019t think he was the thief. Blue was the color of the security men\u2019s uniform. For this reason, students always referred to them as the “baba blue.”<\/p>\n As the shout of \u201cthief!\u201d became more pronounced, almost all the girls in the rooms jumped on their feet and rushed to their windows. Meanwhile people on the up bunks did not bother coming down because the view from there was clearer. Girls in the hostel have learned not to fall into a deep asleep because of circumstances like this.<\/p>\n Today\u2019s thief must have been a professional because he had already mastered the nooks and crannies of the girls\u2019 hostel. He\u2019d arrived at the open courtyard. The yard is very wide, having only a well in the middle where the girls fetch water. Some students go there at night to wash clothes, wash their plates, and even take a bath because it is against the rule of the hostel to do such things there during the day. The people who break this law are reported to the matron and then must either wash all the toilets in the hostel for a week or fetch water for the cleaners to wash the toilets.<\/p>\n All the occupants of room 18, second floor, rushed to the window to see who the culprits was this time. The hostel is a four story building consisting of a ground floor, first floor, second floor and third floor and the rooms in every floor were numbered. Three baba blues came running after the culprit. They flashed the road with their touch light even though the security lights in the hostel were bright enough in the courtyard and they could see everything clearly. The thief ran as fast as his legs could carry him Even though the baba blue had just roused from sleep, they ran fast. The thieve kept racing , but he turned back every so often to check his proximity to the baba blues. His eyes went red and bulged out in fear. Terror was written all over his face.<\/p>\n One of the baba blues grabbed him by the waist and the thief started begging. He tried to sound like an innocent person, his voice shaking. But the other baba blue landed two hot slaps across his cheeks and commanded him to keep quiet. Those slaps did not deter the thief. He continued to beg for his life, with all passion, even as the baba blues grabbed him by the waist and marched him to the student affairs dividends of the school.<\/p>\n The girl who raised the alarm stood there perplexed as though she was watching an action movie. She was very happy the same way all the girls were happy that the culprit had been caught. They hoped that all the thieves waiting to enter the girl’s hostel would learn from this example.<\/p>\n When the room 18 occupants finished jubilating, they realized that Maryam has not woken to celebrate with them. Maryam was a level 300 student of the accounting department. They were surprised that, even after all the shouts in the hostel, Maryam had not awoken. This was unusual because Maryam was the type of girl that would rouse from the slightest noise. They quickly put the bulb on and they found Maryam in a pool of her own blood. Her bed sheet was drenched with red. They called her name and shook her vigorously, repeating her name countless times, but there was no response. Aisha, who happened to be Maryam’s bunk mate, started crying and calling her name as well. 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\nThe thief was obviously not comfortable running in his heavy trousers given that all the phones he stole were inside his pockets. Still he ran until he got to the fence through which he had passed earlier. This fence separates the girl\u2019s hostel from the pedestrian route. The thief stopped and panted for some time. Then he placed his right leg in the hole in the fence so he could hop over. This he followed with his left foot, then right again, relying upon the hole to reach the top of the fence. He jumped to sail over the fence, but he tripped, landing hard on the ground. The thief tried to stand to give it a second try but it was too late as the baba blues had arrived.<\/p>\n
\nIs it a kiss if I suck the lemon that you sucked, too?<\/p>\n