Chapter 12 Waiting For Thought-registering Sex

• Chapter 12
• Waiting for thought-registering sex
• Opula rented a sizeable two bedroom with a bath and shower. However, she knew she was rushed into paying for a house with a Pentecostal church as its only neighbor. The moment she stepped into the compound and saw the mini hall with an inscription across a placard; Jehovah Can Do Ministry, she knew she would have to reshape her mind to cope with the consistent rowdy vigils. The other houses she saw looked dilapidated, with an overpowering reek from their gutters that dated as ancient as the creation of Lagos. This very one looked spacious, with a fresh coat of painted walls, as well as electric fittings in the kitchen, toilets and rooms still in shape. The sofas and foam escaped the rejigging of bed bugs and healthy looking Lagos rats. Whenever she walked across the tiled floor, the chills running into her heels seemed preferable to the scented air pumped out by the walled air-conditioner. Outside existed fresh with blossoming flowers that assembled to form a garden in its greenness. The Landlady had told her she would only make provisions for her own cooking utensils, except the gas cooker. She held her chest and smiled into the mirror. Her instinct told her Nku would fancy it and would not continue squatting with a God-knows-who at Lekki. She had gone out of her way to secure a befitting house for the reuniting of their love. Unlike in Enugu where they existed like grasshoppers, leaping from toilet to bushes, combing around for the hidden, quiet hole to bite out kisses and caress their youthful bodies.