Unilag Runs Girl – Episode 12



Onyinye was having second thoughts as she sat cross legged on Stanley’s bed and waited for him to return from the conversation he was having with his friend and course mate in the corridor.

What if her brother had been right about Stanley?

What if there was more to him that he showed?

The door opened and Stanley walked in.

“Back,” he announced with a smile before lowering himself with a sigh to the bed. Onyinye watched his handsome profile for some minutes. She admitted to herself that she was beginning to see him in a different light. Gone was the amiable platonic friendship they had enjoyed at the beginning. In its place was a blooming attraction that left her confused and uncomfortable.

“So what were we talking about?” he asked, elbow supporting his weight as he lay on his side and looked up at her.

“We were talking about your favourite American series.”

Stanley smiled and shook his head. “No, we were talking about your favourite American series.” He stopped smiling and reached to caress the back of Onyinye’s right hand lying on her lap. “It’s all about you today.”

Onyinye remembered her Brother’s words.

He wore yellow?

And his friends too?

Sounds to me like he is a cultist. You better stop hanging out with him.

“No,” Onyinye said, shaking her head. “Let’s talk about you.”

“What do you want to know about me?”

The earnest look on Stanley’s face gave Onyinye confidence.

“Are you a cultist?”

The air in the room changed. Onyinye could feel the mood shift from its relaxed state to a tensed one. Stanley was still smiling but his eyes had become guarded. She lost her confidence.

“Why did you ask?”

Onyinye rubbed her palms together, wondering if it would have been better to keep her suspicions to herself.

“Nothing. I am just curious.”

“There has to be a reason.”

Onyinye began to shake her head and then had a change of mind.

“You and your friends…you were all wearing yellow the last time at your faculty.”

Stanley shrugged and sat up.

“It was a co-incidence.”

“It was?”


Onyinye continued to look into Stanley’s eyes. She saw nothing there except caution. Stanley was definitely hiding something from her. She decided to be more direct.

“Okay, let me ask you something.”

“Go on,” Stanley said, shifting away from her and imitating her lotus sitting position.

“Are you a cultist?”

His brows drawing together until they were almost touching, Stanley looked away from her. In that instant, Onyinye knew she had gotten her answer. A thousand thoughts ran through her mind as she looked at Stanley’s handsome profile. Images of a half unclad Stanley stomping and shrieking around a camp fire, his face drenched with blood mingled with her thoughts. The silence stretched into several minutes until Onyinye grew uncomfortable with it and made to leave the bed.

“Where are you going?”

Onyinye looked back to see Stanley holding on to her arm. Her heart began to pound in her ears. His expression still had the same stony quality and she imagined she heard a hint of menace in his words.

“I am…erm…going to my room.”


Onyinye’s palms filled with perspiration.

“Because I want to work on an assignment they gave us today.”

Stanley’s grip grew tight. “Stay.”

Onyinye dared to shake her head.


Fingers settled under her chin and then she felt a pressure turn her towards Stanley. There was a smile on his face now. Onyinye found it difficult to respond to the smile.

“Are you scared of me?”

Onyinye shook her head.

“So why are you leaving then?”

“I told you already.”

Stanley sighed. “Okay fine, but hold on. I want to explain.”

Onyinye sat and waited as Stanley began to tell her about his difficult early years and the friendship that led him to the lifestyle he had indirectly admitted to.

“It’s not what you think it is though.”


His smile turned teasing. “Are you still scared?”

Onyinye did not know what answer to give. She just sat and watched different emotions flit across Stanley’s face and dealt with emotions of her own. He was a cultist. And she was in love with him.


Pero met Yemisi on the pavement of their faculty. She had tried to avoid her but Yemisi’s greeting had been too loud and too effusive to ignore. She walked with a noticeable limp as she met Pero and playfully slapped the side of her left arm.

“O fimisile be. Ko da o!”

Pero massaged her arm.

“Ma binu. Lectures have been crazy. I barely have time for myself these days.”

They stood and made small talk about lectures and timetables. They were soon distracted from their discussion by a group of classmates talking loudly among themselves. As the group stopped near them, Pero realized that the loud talking was actually a quarrel. Mirabel, a brash talking runs girl with an extremely light skin that exaggerated her less than average beauty was currently involved in a screaming match with Hakeem, a no nonsense young man with a permanent frown on his face who also happened to be their class rep.

“I shouldn’t tell you what?” Mirabel half screamed, red lips pursed in fury as she attempted to break through the wall of bodies separating her from Hakeem. “Who do you even think you are sef. Ordinary class rep and you are feeling like one thing like that. If you come be president nko?”

His right hand in his pocket and out of sight, Hakeem adjusted the bundle of papers in his left hand and sneered at Mirabel.

“How am I even sure that you are a student? You are never in class.”

Mirabel reached for the tortoise shell eyeglasses hanging from the round neckline of her floral print peplum top, pushed it over her eyes and lifted herself to a tip toe so that her face was only inches away from Hakeem’s own.

“You are an idiot you hear, idiot!”

Pero looked to her right. A crowd made up of curious students had begun to gather at the gate of the faculty.

Hakeem made a face of disgust and stepped back to avoid the spray of spittle escaping Mirabel’s mouth.

“I am sorry to disappoint you, but I am not going to exchange words with you.”

“Fool like you. I don’t blame you. I blame whoever made you class rep. Outside this school, you cannot talk to me anyhow. No be your type.”

Hakeem scoffed, “like I talk to brain dead girls.”

A good portion of the crowd that surrounded them broke into amused laughter. Mirabel eyed Hakeem, starting her appraisal from his sandaled feet to his blue native Danshiki until they rested on his face.

“I use people like you for house boy. I can’t even do your type.”

Hakeem cool demeanour slipped and his anger showed.

“I swear if you don’t move away from me, you will hate yourself.”

“What will you do ehn? What will you do?” Mirabel dared, chest thrusting out as she inched towards Hakeem again.

“Don’t worry, you will see.”

Pero stopped listening as Yemisi elbowed her in the ribs.

“I wish she can slap that small boy. See the kind of nonsense coming from his mouth.”

“Your father!”

The shriek from Mirabel stopped the reply forming on Pero’s lips and she turned to find Mirabel’s palm open and facing Hakeem.

“Your father, you hear. Mumu like you.”

Turning on his heel and walking away with some of the crowd following him, Hakeem left Mirabel screaming obscenities at his retreating form. It wasn’t long before one of the security men stationed at the other exit of the faculty walked over to Mirabel. The man wore a frown on his face.

“What is happening here?”

Mirabel returned his frown, “nothing.”

Then she turned and walked past him, chin held up and defiant. She passed Pero and Yemisi but the latter called her attention before she could complete her journey out of the faculty. The frown clearing from her face and a smile of recognition replacing it, she greeted Yemisi warmly. Pero hung in the background as the two girls hugged and flattered each other’s choice of garish clothing. They talked for a few minutes and then Yemisi sauntered back to Pero.

“You know her club right?”

Pero’s eyes narrowed, “club?”

“Yes,” Yemisi said with a nod, eyes going to the direction Mirabel had gone. She faced Pero again. “The Islander’s club. They are all big girls there.”

“And they all live on the Island?”

Yemisi’s brows furrowed. “I am not sure about the others but I know Mirabel lives in Obalende.”


Yemisi became visibly excited.

“Anyway, guess what?”


“She invited me for a party this evening. She said they will be giving hundred k as thanks for coming.”

She leaned closer to Pero and whispered.

“It is a governors’ party. Some governors will be there.”

Pero had heard rumours of runs girls attending such parties and leaving with huge amounts of money.

“Will you come?”

Pero did not think twice. She shook her head.


“It is that your boyfriend abi.”

Pero nodded. “We are going somewhere tomorrow.”

Yemisi’s lips turned downwards in a sneer.

“Instead of you to go where money is, you want to go and do osho free. I hope love will pay your bills.”

Pero ignored Yemisi’s taunt. She looked around at the scattered groups of conversing students and decided it was time to leave for the hostel. She said goodbye to Yemisi and rushed back to the hostel to keep the date with her boyfriend. Love would not pay her bills, but it was enough.


The bedroom was dark even though it was just five in the evening. On the bed, Eno was half lying, half sitting across Funsho as they kissed, her position showing the reluctance with which she had approached the kiss. Funsho was on his back but he didn’t stay that way for long. As Eno’s resistance melted away with every passing second, he changed position, moving her under his body and settling between her legs. Breaking the kiss, he kissed her ear and trailed down her neck, leaving love marks. Eno moaned as a tingling feeling moved through her body. Funsho pulled away to smile at her.

“I like the way you moan.”

Eno smiled back.

Funsho ran his hand over her black T-shirt.

“Want to take this off?”

Eno sat up slowly, hands moving to the hem of her shirt with reluctance. She was afraid and excited at the same time. She knew she was about to take a risk and yet she did not know how to stop. The shirt was over her head in the next second. Funsho looked at her C cup breasts, eyes filling with desire. The look in his eyes made Eno feel beautiful. His hand reached behind her back to unclip her bra.

They went back to kissing each other, hands feverishly seeking out their most secret parts. It went on for a while until they were almost unclad, Funsho stripped to his boxer shorts and Eno in nothing but her black panties. Somewhere between kissing her neck and kneading her right breast, Funsho stopped and drew up to look into her eyes.

“I like you.”

Eno felt Funsho withdraw from her.  She struggled with the sheets, pulling it up to cover her nakedness. Funsho lifted his body from hers to make her struggle easier. He settled back again, separated by the sheets from her body. He must have seen the regret in her eyes because he kissed her lightly on her lips.

“I am thinking there is no need to rush. What do you think?”

Eno mumbled something incoherent and then cleared her throat.


“And erm…about my girlfriend, I don’t have one.”

Eno wanted to tell him that she knew about his dead girlfriend but she did not want him to think she had been discussing him with Joy.


There was a moment’s silence and Eno thought she saw pain in his eyes but he blinked, a smile curling the corners of his lips.

“So we have a long time to do this.”

Eno thought about their first night together. It was odd that he suddenly wanted to take his time with her. She turned to her side as he dropped back to the bed and lay on his back.

“The first night…”

“What about it?”

Eno tucked her hair behind her ear and clasped her arms tightly against the sheets to keep it in place.

“You were…different.”

“Yeah I know.”


There was a moment’s silence. Funsho stared deeply into her eyes.

“You want to know the truth?”

Eno nodded. “Yes.”

“Because I thought you were you know….a runs girl.”

Eno was not surprised by Funsho’s revelation, but she wondered for a minute what Joy had told him about her. She made up her mind to ask Joy herself. They stayed in bed for long until the day ran into night and the place became completely dark. She was dressed in Funsho’s T-shirt when Joy knocked on her door and told her it was time to go back to school. Funsho came to stand behind her, wrapping his arms possessively around her.

“She is not leaving with you.”

His tone was playful but Joy kept a stony expression as she stared at them from the threshold of the door. She turned serious eyes to Eno.

“You are not leaving?”

Funsho answered for Eno again. “No, she is not.”

Joy looked at Funsho.

“Please let Eno answer.”

And Eno did, echoing the same thing Funsho had told Joy, much to her surprise. She wanted to go with Joy but she realized how much she wanted to stay back with Funsho.

“Okay, if you are staying back, I will stay back too, but be ready tomorrow morning,” Joy said, sounding very maternal and annoyed. She turned away from the door and walked down the corridor to her boyfriend’s room.

Later that night, Funsho persuaded Eno to go to the living room to watch a movie. They met Joy and Lekan there. As she settled into the space between Funsho’s thighs, she saw the look on Joy’s face. It wasn’t a happy one.


Tola and Patricia sat for lunch at the Bungalow restaurant on Akin Adesola, Victoria Island. Patricia stopped finished the last of her steamed prawns and reached for the glass of orange juice. Tola was bent over his phone, fingers busy over the keypad. He realized that she had stopped eating after some minutes.

“Sorry, she will be here soon.”

They were also waiting for his secretary. Patricia wondered as she sipped from the straw how long they would wait before she turned up. She wanted to talk about their last misunderstanding. Becca’s words of advice still rang clear in her head.

He has problems expressing himself. Talk to him.

They had made up, passionate kiss after passionate kiss, but he continued to avoid the subject of his father’s call.

“We need to talk.”

Tola looked up from his phone, a frown of concentration on his face.


“About the last time.”

Tola hunched over his glass of white wine.

“My dad’s call?”


Tola sighed. “You just won’t let this go, won’t you?”

Patricia leaned back into her seat.

“I just think it is better to talk about it.”


“Because I think we are having issues….”

“Issues like?”

“Communication issues.”

“We talk Patricia.”

“Sometimes. Most times you just clam up.”

Tola shook his head, a rueful smile on his face.


Patricia’s heart lifted with hope. She congratulated herself on her success with him and waited for him to start talking.

“So are you ready?”


Tola nodded.

“Okay, my dad doesn’t like us together. He wants me with a family friend for some weird reason.”

“I know,” Patricia said, nodding. “It is because I am not from a rich home.”

Tola looked into her eyes for a long time and then shrugged.

“Something like that.”

Patricia exhaled. “Okay. Who is this family friend?”

Tola opened his mouth to answer but then, he lifted his eyes to the door of the restaurant and saw something that made him pause. Patricia turned in her seat. Two women were strolling towards them. She recognized Bisi, Tola’s secretary. The other was a tall half caste woman that looked oddly familiar. She saw Tola watching her closely when she turned back in her seat. She barely had time to understand the look on his face when the women arrived at their table. Tola stood up to receive the hand the half caste woman held out to him. They exchanged polite kisses and pulled away.

“Nice to see you here,” the woman said, eyes moving to Patricia. She flashed a tight smile. “Hi.”

Patricia smiled back.


The woman ignored her after that. She pulled a seat from the next table and made herself comfortable at their table. Bisi did the same and completed the circle. For the next twenty minutes, Patricia sat and listened to a conversation that did not mean anything to her. Tola occasionally referred to her in an attempt to make her part of the conversation but the half caste woman always managed to steer the conversation to herself. Patricia breathed a sigh of relief when received a call from his driver.

“I have to be home now,” he told Bisi and the other woman when he ended the call.

Disappointment on her face, the woman stood up reluctantly with them. She exchanged another kiss with Tola again.

“We should see one of these days.”

Tola spared Patricia a brief glance before nodding.

“I guess.”

“For work,” the woman said to Patricia, attempting to joke but her smile was still not friendly. Then she faced Tola again.

“Your dad called with an idea. He wants us to work together on it.”

Tola made a promise to call her and reached for Patricia’s hand. Patricia could not miss the narrowing of the woman’s heavily lined eyes as they walked from the table.

Who was she?

She kept her curiousity to herself until Tola faced her ten minutes into their drive.

“That’s Tera.”


Tola nodded and honked at an aqua blue Toyota Camry driven by an old man wielding a mobile phone in his hand.

“Yep. Tera Lewis. The one the blogger said I was dating.”

Patricia realized why the woman had looked familiar, but she remained puzzled over the woman’s apparent dislike for her.

“She is the one my dad wants me to get married to,” Tola said, answering her thoughts again.

Patricia looked outside the window at the world that whizzed past. She remembered the woman’s request for a meeting with Tola.

“Your dad wants you to work together.”

“Yes,” Tola said with a sigh. “He is close to her father.”

They said nothing to each other until they got to the front of Tola’s gate. As they waited for the gate to open, Tola turned to Patricia and said the most surprising thing.

“What if I asked you to marry me?”


Pero was having a hard time sleeping. Her phone constantly beeped with Yemisi’s messages. The latest one made the sleep clear from her eyes.

Ore I dey bathroom. These people want to kill someone. They are not even using condom sef.

She sat up in bed, careful not to wake her sleeping boyfriend. She quickly typed back a reply to Yemisi.

No condom? Why?

Yemisi’s response came in seconds.

That is how they do it o! What is my own? Shebi it is money someone is looking for.

But what if they have HIV or AIDS?

HIV, AIDS for governor body? You too you know that is not possible.

Pero shook her head. Yemisi was lost to the world of runs. There was no way to help her.


O fimi sile be. Ko da o. – You left me alone. It’s not fair.

Ma binu – Do not be angry.

Ore – Friend

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  1. leskay April 22, 2014 at 6:53 PM - Reply

    The word half caste use is a racial wordwhich no more acceacceptable, mixed race is used in place.

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