Krisa had just returned from Paris where she had just undergone a plastic surgery to enhance her butt. It was a necessary surgery because her friends who were in a similar business servicing men had done similar surgeries and that had given them an edge over her.
At the airport, she went into the plane and navigated her way to the first class cabinet, satisfied with her new look. She was wearing a sky blue mini gown that barely covered her fresh caramel laps. In her hand was a black Chanel chain bag containing her phones and other accessories. She located her seat number and made herself comfortable. She could feel heads turning and staring at her bum but she didn’t care because she was already used to it. Even when she was yet to undergo the surgery, heads turned, how much more now that she had done it.
Few minutes after the plane took off, the hair hostess came around to take her order for lunch, it was a treat enjoyed by only first class passengers. She waved the air hostess off and told her she didn’t want lunch.
She brought out her phone from her bag and connected to the airline’s WiFi and she began to read up comments on her social media accounts. She had just posted a picture about the surgery she had undergone and people were already commenting, some were hurling insults at her for trying to change what God had created. She smiled through the comments as she always did, she was gaining popularity on social media and that was all she needed. She was about launching her brand and she needed the popularity.
She was still thinking of how to go about getting her own clothing line when she saw a man smile at her. Years of experience at the job had taught her how to rate a man’s worth in few seconds and she knew that this one that was smiling at her was a big fish judging from what he was wearing and the fact that only the wealthy could afford to fly first class in an international aircraft.
“Hello, pretty” the man said flashing her his perfect dentition.
Krisa: “hi” she said without indicating any interest.
Adams: “I have been watching you ever since you got into this plane and I must say that you are very beautiful” he said, all in a bid to strike a conversation with her.
Krisa: “you have no right to be staring at me like that. I am sure you didn’t pay for a first class ticket so that you can stare at fine girls” she smirked.
Adams: “hahahah…I like that. I like ladies who know their worth and I am glad to know that you also know that you are a fine girl” he said.
Krisa: “even a blind man knows that I am a fine girl” she said with a pinch of pride in her voice.
Adams: “I see. I am Adams, CEO, Dam Oils and group of companies. I am pleased to make your acquaintance. Who are you?”
Krisa: “Krisa Martins, an engineer” she said and extended her well polished nails for a hand shake.
Adams: “Engineer?” he asked for emphasis.
Krisa: “yes? You have a problem with that?”
Adams: “no really. Just that you don’t look like an engineer” he managed to say.
Krisa: “and what do I look like? One of those cheap girls that open their legs as soon as a man smiles at them?”
Adams chuckled. “you have a weird sense of humour, though. Anyway, you look like a beauty queen or the likes, engineering isn’t one of such things” he said.
Krisa smiled. She loved it when she teased men’s brain, it gave her utmost satisfaction. Over the years, she had chosen to introduce herself as an engineer for that was the career that best described her profession. She was an engineer because she helped men build and demolish erections; she didn’t care what anyone thought about her definition of engineering.
Adams: “hello!” he said bringing her back to reality.
Krisa: “what did you say?”
Adams: “I said I will be in Nigeria for few weeks before I return back to London. Do you mind if we hang out? I could show you some really cool places in Nigeria and we could even travel to London when next I am going if you don’t mind” he said.
Krisa: “I will think about it” she said casually.
Adams: “okay, can I at least get your number?” he said.
Krisa: “I will rather let you have my card” she said and gave him her complimentary card with the name “Engr. Krisa Martins” written boldly on it.
As soon as she handed him the card, she shut him out of her world. She was a runs girl, a prostitute no doubt but she was not one of those cheap prostitutes that could be gotten anyhow. A man had to work and spend hard on her before she allowed him to have a tasted of her honey pot. That was the reason why she only went out with the wealthy because they were the ones who funded her elaborate life style.
Krisa was in her sitting room relaxing after her long flight on her favourite settee when she heard a knock on her door. She ignored it and continued to flip through the pages of the city magazine that she was holding. When the knock persisted, she got up and saw Linda, at the door.
Linda was the woman who had introduced Krisa to the world of men when she had run away from the village several years ago. Linda was literally her benefactor from the time she ran away from the village to the time she could afford to stand on her feet. For that gesture, Krisa was grateful but she was ambitious and not even Linda could stand in the way of her achieving her dreams.
Krisa: “yes, how may I help you and what are you doing in my house?” she asked barricading the entrance to her room, thereby preventing Linda from going in.
Linda pushed her without saying a word and entered the sitting room. She took her time to take in the details of the room and smiled mischievously.
Krisa: “what the fuck are you doing in my house? Say it now or I will have you arrested for trespassing” she threatened.
Linda: “hmmn, Krisa, the little girl of yesterday get me arrested in Abuja? Hahaha… I see that this house that you now live in is deceiving you. You think the men that you go about fucking in town can save you from my wrath? Oh wait a minute, what were you thinking when you blocked me from your social media accounts? That I will never find you or what? You must be mad”
Krisa: “I will not have you come to my house and insult me. No, I will not”
Linda: “I will insult you as much as I like and there is nothing I repeat, there is nothing that you can do about it. Look at you, I remember so many years ago when I helped you run away from the village. I brought you to the city, cleaned you up and showed you the way and now this is how you chose to pay me back?” she asked her.
Krisa: “so what if you helped me find my way in the city? And why do you keep making reference to what happened in the village? I have arrived now and I don’t need you around me, is that too much to ask for?”
Linda: “you lie Krisa, you still need me. Oh yes you do. I am like the air you breathe and without me, you will go out of life and business in the city. It is only a fool that will bite the fingers that feed it. Retrace your steps now Krisa before you get consumed by my fury. A word is enough for the wise” she said and made for the day.
Krisa: “you can do nothing. I dare you, do your worst. I have more money and connections than you now and if you try it, they will carry your dead body back to the village. Just try me and see!” she bragged.
Question: Na wa o, women and their wahala sha. What are the two women talking about and who can guess what this story is about?
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