“Please lmpregŋate my wife, I will give you five million naira. Do it on my matrimoniaI bed, use all your skills, fiŋish my wife until you are satisfied.”
My landlord begged because he was lmpotent but after the first night, he said these exact words to me:
“I expect to see you back in my wife’s room tomorrow evening by 8:00 PM sharp. One time is not enough to guarantee a pregŋaŋcy.”
“Yes, sir, I will come back.” I said as I quickly opened the door and ran down the stairs like a madman.
I ran to my room and breezed inside, but as soon as I entered, I locked the door and coIIapsed on my bed. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst through my chest.
I tore open the thick brown envelope and immediately bundles of money fell onto my bed, it was exactly five mịIIion naịra. I had never seen such money in my entire life.
Immediately, my mind flashed back to how my landlord’s wife had aggressively refused to do a bIood test before we carried out the act.
So many questions began running through my mind. Why did she panic? I started overthinking. What if she had an incurable disease?
I spent the next three hours pacing my room, sweating profusely, imagining the absolute worst d!seases that I could contact.
Immediately, I made up my mind. I would not go back to that woman’s room.
Five mịIIion naịra was more than enough to relocate to a new state, rent a new apartment, and start a new life entirely.
I quietly brought out my travelling bag and started throwing my clothes inside. I didn’t care about my mattress or my furniture; I just wanted to leave with my Iife.
I packed the money securely at the bottom of the bag, set to disappear from the compound.
“SIeep with my wife for 5 million.” 😳😳
