My Dirty Secret Relationship With Fausat the Fish Seller

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Written By Christian Ozor

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“Was Sam okwaraji really killed by the stray ball in the match between Nigeria and India in 1990? Did the match really end with India beating Nigeria by 99 goals to 1, and sam Okwaraji scoring only Nigeria’s goal? Is it really true that during the match, the Indians made the ball turn to stone; Nigerian players that kicked it got injured? Some people even said the ball got multiplied; some said it turned to a lion, chasing the Nigerian players away from the field, and after that, the lion turned back to the ball and the Indians began scoring till it got to 99goals. Sam okwaraji scored Nigeria’s goal before he died there. Is this story true? If it’s actually false then the person who brought up this propaganda should be laid flat on the floor and flogged and given 99knocks for that”.

 All that were my thoughts as I stood at the entrance door to my flat, watching as grasses were been soaked by droplets of water. The rain just finished falling heavily. I watched as light rain drizzled. I was doing that to get my mind away from seyi and all the troubles happening in my life. How did all these began? How it happened! This is my story.

I met her during our Gns classes when I was in 100 level in Funaab and we had this secret romantic love story I would love to share. We sat close to each other on the same seat. I began chatting with her during the class and, after the class, we continued the chat. She said her name was seyi. I followed her to Colnas (College Of Natural science building). She said she was in MCB(microbiology). Few days later, I asked her out, she refused. I already knew that’s how it would be. Girls like her are very tough and hard to get. Before she accepted for us to date, it took about 4 months, after I have talked, begged and, all through that I never gave up on her, I love her. There is something about her that is so different, unique.

Finally, she accepted; by then we were in second semester 100level. She called me that day, infact her call woke me up that morning. She told me she had something to tell me in school, that I should meet her at one of the eateries at SUB by 1pm.



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1 pm came. After my lecture, I headed for sub, I met her at one of the buka. I sat down, I was anxious to hear what she had to say, I thought maybe she had a problem but that was not it. She broke the news to me. That she has accepted to date me. I was so happy, so joyous. The way I screamed and hugged her, she was embarrassed but I never mind. People were just looking at us. I felt God has answered my prayers. With all excitement, I told her to follow me home; thank God she wasn’t having any other lecture for the day; me too, I wasn’t having any other lectures. She agreed and, straight away we went to somorine.

We got to somorine junction with a cab. We entered a bike(Okada). As I was talking with the Okada man, I was sure he noticed I was so excited, he couldn’t ask me why. Both of us (me and seyi) got to my house. This is not her first time of coming to my house, she had been there a couple of times. But this time, it was special. We got to my gate, the Okada dropped us, I paid him while he left. As she wanted to enter inside, I drew her back, I told her that I want to carry her on my arms, she laughed. As she was laughing, I lifted and stretched my right hand to her back region and, my left hand to her kneels, shifted it and before she could say any word, she was already on my arms with her hands circled around my neck. She was screaming in joy and laughter as we entered through the gate. My fellow funaab housemates were outside; they were all looking at me in surprise. Some began hailing me “chiefo, chiefoo of life”. I laughed as one of them shouted, “Romance in action”. She thought I would drop her at the steps to my flat but, mba! I carried her straight into my room with all joy and happiness. We didn’t have sex. We just talked, made merriment. I cooked a nice Egusi soup for her, with chicken laps; we ate.

 Months later, in 200level, the relationship between I and seyi was going stronger and better. We were so fond of each other. She later moved from Camp where she was staying, she moved into my own flat; she took one of the rooms a friend who graduated stayed. When she moved in, it made us closer. We stayed in the same house. Everything was so sweet until Fausat, “Fausat the fish seller” just like we call her in my compound came into the picture. The sweetness between I and seyi turned sour when Fausat came in.

This faithful Thursday, the rain just finished falling, I and two of my housemates were outside with our gate wide open. We were just looking at people passing by across the gate. We were looking when 2 young girls, one carrying pepper and the other fried fish on her head were passing by the gate. One of my housemates, Deji. He said he would love to drink garri with fish. “Garri and fish. Ahhh for this cold weather” I said. We laughed. He went to the gate and called them. They came, 2 of them. Both the one selling the fish and pepper came. Behold, the one selling the fish was so beautiful, fair in completion with hourglass shape; with oval facial shape and cute dimples, average in height. She was wearing a black trouser and white top, the clothes brought out her shape. I barely noticed the second girl with her because she never caught my attention. Though the second girl was chocolate skin, she was wearing a red skirt and red top. As if she was going to a secret cult meeting. I assumed Both girls should be in their late teens. I stepped aside as deji and James my other housemate were pricing the fish. Deji began toasting the fair girl. He asked  her name. I guess she was shy as she sheepishly said, “Fausat”. Most of their conversations were in Yoruba. Though I couldn’t understand much. But I heard Deji telling her to come back the next day, that they would buy more fish from her. The other girl with chocolate skin was even feeling uncomfortable. I guess she felt rejected that all attention was given to the other Fair girl, Fausat.

When both girls had left, deji said that he would date the fausat girl, but it’s was just for sex. Deji had always been a girl player. He changes women like a lady changes clothes. Am sure the Fausat will accept him. She’s an indigene and indigenes dey like Funaab students wella. Another major reason deji wanted to date her apart from the sex was for free fish. He will be getting free fish to be drinking his garri and cooking food; that was what he said.

Indeed he was getting the free fish as time went on. For one week, anytime Fausat comes around, deji and the other guys might not have money to pay, but fausat won’t disturb them. Fausat became a familiar face in the compound, we tagged her, “Fausat the fish seller”.

This particular Wednesday, I had returned from school earlier, seyi was yet to be back. Immediately I came back, I went to bed to sleep. I was deep in sleep when I began hearing people talking and shouting; I heard a guy and a lady’s voice. “me oshee” meaning “I won’t do” the lady’s voice was saying. “Kilode” the guy’s voice echoed. The guy’s voice became louder; I woke up immediately. The voices became more clearer to me, it was deji’s voice and fausat. I opened the door and went outside the room. I met both Fausat and deji quarreling. From what I could deduced about their quarrel, deji grabbed Fausat’s breast and she didn’t like it. He was trying to have sex with her but she refused. Deji almost slapped her but, I grabbed his hand and suspended it on air. He began pushing her away to leave. Fausat said she was not leaving unless he pays her the money he’s owing. She said he and the other guys were owing up to N3,500. Sometimes they would collect fish from her and will not pay her. Omo this one na wahala ooo; N3,500, me no dey too they follow them dey chop finish. She started crying, I tried to pet her so she could go, but she refused. Deji wasn’t ready to do anything about it. His anger was that fausat refused to have sex with him. I begged till she finally carried her fish and left. Though deji was kind of shocked that fausat didn’t yield to his advances, because other indigene girls he had tried this antics on, all of them fell, but fausat didn’t. Maybe the girl was not like other girls.

Two days later, I was the only one back from school in the flat. I heard a knock on the door. I went out of the room to the door of the flat to check who that was. I opened the door and behold it was Fausat. “uncle eka san,” she said, “How are you” I asked, she said she was fine. She said she wanted to know if we want to buy fish. I began to wonder in my mind. After everything that happened the other day. The quarrels, tensions that generated with the N3,500 owed by my housemates; who else apart from me does she feel will buy fish from her. She still get the liver come ask if we want to buy fish. I realized she has an innocent and a kind heart. After what the other guys did to her, she still came back. I told her that I don’t want to buy and perhaps other guys who will love to buy are not around. She said she liked me out of other guys, that I was gentle and cool headed, unlike the other guys who are rough and behave like touts. He was speaking in Yoruba while I spoke in English; I couldn’t speak much of Yoruba but understood what she spoke to me. She was just so free with me, she asked if I was Yoruba, I told her I wasn’t. “No wonder you can’t reply me in Yoruba,” she said in English. She was so fluent. We began chatting and I was asking her questions about her school.

That was where another chapter of her life began with me coming in.

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