Naija Love – Episode 3

I’m still groggy from waking up early to get to work after the Sallah break. Here’s the 3rd Episode of Esther’s Naija Love. Enjoy…


Naija Love 1

 I was frantic; something in me had always known that there was a cover-up somewhere. Just then Daddy started walking towards us and Aunty Amara quickly gave me her card and asked me to meet her the next day for us to talk. I collected the card my heart beating rapidly.

Well to cut a long story short, Aunty Amara gave me every information I needed to locate my mother but refused to tell me more, she asked me to go find my mother and to hear the truth from her. I prodded and pushed her to tell me more but she was adamant. Without actually calling my mother or getting in touch with my mother, though I got her number, I simply planned my trip. Maybe I was afraid she will refuse to see me. I was in fevered pitch, everything was happening so fast.

I checked the time on my wrist watch; it was 12:00am. Enough of mind wandering, I buried myself under the bed covers and willed myself to sleep.


By 9am, I was dressed in a black jumpsuit, in a rented cab and on my way to Utako to meet my Mother. It was a 20 minutes drive and in no time I was standing in front of her office door in the duplex that served as her home and Clinic. She still had no knowledge that I was in the country, my heart was fluttering like the wings of an injured bird. What if Daddy was right and my Mother was this evil, heartless woman? I summed up courage and knocked on the door.

“Come in, the door is open.”

Her voice drifted to me, it was like a long forgotten dream, an overpowering nostalgic feeling washed over me and I fought the tears. I had to be strong; I couldn’t afford to let her see me in tears.

I pushed the door open and she looked from behind her desk, there was confusion on her face. There was fear; there was panic and then recognition. She was like a more mature version of me, same oval face, and same tiny waist and round hips. She came from behind her desk and walked towards me.

“Mummy I then allowed the tears to flow.”

There was not going to be any introduction, explanation. Blood they say is thicker than water. We rushed into each other’s arms.

“My baby”

Her voice was painfully familiar as she spoke reassuringly to me and rubbed my back at the same time. I felt like all the lost pieces of my life finally were coming together. She led me to one of the sofas in her office and we sat down. She smiled amid her own tears and said matter of factly.

“You are Cassandra.”

“Yes, and you are Nse; my mother.”

She smiled again.

“Yes I am your mother.  When… How did you find me?”

Even as I answered her curious questions, I felt like I was in an alternate reality. Was I finally with my birth mother? I felt like no force on earth will ever keep us apart again. We went upstairs to her living quarters, she showed me around and then we sat down a have brunch. My mother was everything I imagined her to be and more, she was classy, beautiful and with a husky voice that suggested poise and satin sheets.

We went back to the hotel to move my luggage to my mother’s house, she wouldn’t hear of me staying at the hotel for another minute. At the hotel reception, a note was waiting for me from Muna and my something stirred in my heart. He simply stated that he was checking up on me and attached to the note was his business card. Wow! We had forgotten to exchange contact information the previous day due to the much heightened sexual chemistry that sizzled between us.


The day had passed pleasantly with me helping Mum in “sales’ behind the counter of her ‘Beauty Essence shop’, we talked earlier in the day and Mum told me that she had been deported from the US.

 I was dazed as she narrated what happened, their student Visas had expired. My father had gone and secretly married Amanda who he was having an affair with and both of them had called the immigration on my mother. My father had heartlessly set my mother up to be deported so that he could marry his whore. No wonder I had always felt like damaged goods, my father was evil. I secretly vowed to disown him, he was no longer my family; he was lost to me forever. All I had now was my mother.

I finished with my manicure and strolled into her room where she was also dressing up; we were going for the birthday party of the wife of the Ghanaian Ambassador.

An hour later we were in the glamorously furnished hall with elegantly dressed men and women smiling and posing on the red carpet. My mother went off to greet her numerous friends and I was left alone to wander on my own. I took a flute of Champagne that a smartly dressed waiter carried on a tray and passed around.

Just then my eyes fell on Muna, he was escorting a middle aged, very beautiful, slim woman. The way she hung on his arm was past friendly, it was territorial. My heart did a back flip. What? Was he married? To an older woman? Muna had not seemed to me like a guy who would marry old money. Just then my Mother took my elbow and guided me towards the couple.

“Cassandra come and meet my most cherished client.”

As we moved towards them, Muna turned and our eyes locked. He looked about to jump out of his skin. He quickly let go of the woman’s hand and frowned in confusion as we came to stand in front of them. Mum hugged and pecked the dainty woman.

“Hello Mirabel, long time no see, meet my daughter Cassandra! Long story I assure you. Cassandra meet my friend Mirabel.”

“Hi Nse. Really? This beauty, is your daughter?”

I forced myself to look and act normal even as my heart seemed about to explode with 50 shades of emotions.

50 shades of emotions that filled me with rage and more. ‘Son of a bitch’ had taken me for a ride. I mumbled a half hearted reply and moved away as my Mum engaged in a lengthy discussion with Mirabel. I walked to the balcony and leaned over the rail to catch my breath.


His syrupy voice washed over me like rain and he came to stand very close behind me. My voice was bitter and cold.

“So you are a gigolo?”

He replied breathlessly.


I swung around and faced him.

“You heard me right, that woman is old enough to be your mother.”

He shook his head and avoided my eyes.

“Don’t judge me, that woman is my friend. In my line of work I need connection; it’s not always easy for us guys out here in this country. Cassandra there are no jobs, open your pretty brown eyes and look around. Iam not hurting anyone and you don’t know what we go through in this country. You cannot just waltz in here from USA where the homeless have at least the benefit of food stamps and homeless shelters to look down your nose on us here in Nigeria. Our leaders don’t play fair here, this system is not working. I grew up on these streets, by my wits and my charm. I put myself through college and started caring for my parents before I turned 24 years. This is our story. If I have to smile at a kind older lady to get the Hilux van I need for my company, I will very well damn do it. I ain’t sitting around to pray for manna from heaven.”

By now he was furious and I suspected underneath it all was an underlying pain. Pain that reflected in his eyes.

But I was in shock, I was outraged. He had no excuse to fuck an older woman for money, he was a male escort, how dare he be so strong, intelligent, my dream Man, brilliant and yet have feet of clay? How dare he disillusion me? Why was he so confident even at this point? My anger fueled my acidic tongue.

“You disgust me Muna, don’t ever come close to me.”

“Too late, I know Nse and her friends. I know where you live, you are mine.”

“You mean you service my mother’s friends? Tell me!! Do they pass you around?

I saw anger flash in his eyes, his muscles bucked and his fist clenched. He lifted me from the rail where I was leaning, and pressed me to the wall, frost punctuating his every word.

“You shouldn’t have said that Cassandra.”

With brutality his mouth crushed mine and his palms travelled mercilessly down my soft hips. I pushed him away with all my strength, at the same time fighting the sweet clench in my abdomen. This Naija guy was fire, he was searing me; burning me up. How could I want him with every fiber of my being when I knew all that about him? I was lost. I kissed him back with all my pent up desire. I could feel his smile but I didn’t care. We kissed like starved animals, and I heard his muffled voice from cloud 9.


64 thoughts on “Naija Love – Episode 3

  1. Tl, we go fight o, since mornin fa. Tnk God d bubble has burst on Muna’s head. I kant wait for nxt wk o. Nice one Esther.

  2. @d_laru, really Diego and Paloma tingz. I knew that Muna had a secret but like he said he wasn’t hurting anyone as a single guy. He was probably bidding time and waiting for the right one!! For Cassandra Lol!

    • u sure its for cassie? i see trouble brewing between cassie and Nse (her Mum), cos of Muna, i had actually thot of that before Muna walked in with an Older woman… dis Gigolo kinda guys are much in ABJ

  3. Wat a nice twist, wat was Cassie expecting? A virgin? Plssssssss gurl, that’s some hot guy, its left for you 2 give him a reason to make u the Queen of his heart

  4. Ahhh gigolo boi,cassa….watch out oooo. He ll be damn hot…Ahhh gigolo boi,cassa….watch out oooo. He ll be damn hot…Ahhh gigolo boi,cassa….watch out oooo. He ll be damn hot…Ahhh gigolo boi,cassa….watch out oooo. He ll be damn hot…..

  5. Nonsense rubbish man. That is cheating. You don’t use a woman’s urges against her. ( ˘˘̯) I don’t like muna again.

  6. I love thee concept of this story. Long lost mum, lust…really nice.

    But the writing style is just not it at all. Delivery could be better. Everything is just happening too easy. She meets a guy and just like!!! She meets mum and just like that…my baby. Ambassador party. Caman!!!

  7. I just love d chemistry btwn d two. Otan
    I hope muna doesn’t service her mom too oo. Btw dere r still successful boys out dere dat survived without gettn dirty now!!
    Haba. Muna should not justify himself. If dats wot he does to get to whr he is den he’s actually disgusting tbt no matter hw much im alredy liking d muna character i wnt support it.

  8. ermmm …this story reminds me of those “harlequin romance” and “mills and boon” books i used to read when i was in secondary school…i just don’t find this kinda silly unrealistic romance interesting anymore. Thank God this is just a Thursday thing and there is “BURNT” to look forward to on Monday.

    • true talk. Its just too easy with no depth. Even harlequin sef go deep jo, esther you’re doing a great job but pls add some depth to the plot. Thank you.

    • Yes oh! I agree with you.
      D story seems to hv an undertone of fifty shades of grey.
      Well Monday is jst arnd d corner, can’t wait.

  9. I feel dis episode was rushed. Its just too easy. By the way,a woman finds dat ‘her man’ is a gigolo,its somewhat hot. A man finds that ‘his woman’ is a call girl, hell breaks loose. Rme

  10. Sorry to they said earlier..story sounds too easy,well that’s y it’s kald fiction..this is real FICTION!

  11. Hahahaaaa when it was sweet romance, you’all were loving it buh now that there’s a twist and Muna is no more the Knight is Shining armour.. Well I think the twist is good, this happens in our society, especially Abuja, Muna is like most guys out there! How many of u girls meet a really great guy only to find out he had flaws? Wat is unrealistic there? I can’t wait to find out wat happens next, will Cassie and her mother fall out? Will she forgive Muna? Can’t wait

  12. Choi! Kiss no go kill this geh finish! (Buh dose kisses are quite sizzling oo) And dat Muna guy chai, smooth operator too badt! Sounds like he’s got sometin fishy tho’….ama keep my suspicions for now. And Nse her mum….well till next epi. Awesome piece *thumbs up* can’t wait for d next epi! 😀

  13. I appreciate that the writer did try to write but d plot is lax. Evrythg’s goin too easy. Even telemundo dem happen to hav more twists & turns.
    I applaud the writer tho 4 d effort but trust me, when i saw naija love on ma fone dis mornin, i jus turned n continued sleeping…*rollseyes*…That doesn’t happen wt TL’s stories. Even d last 2 thursday series were on point…

    Anyway…waitin 4 Burnt, biko!
    TL take note. 😀

  14. I kinda agree wiv @anonymous too on dose ‘observations’. @wale I undastnd ur view but I fink u were too harsh and direct. @tosin I share ur views too…

  15. *Clears throat, too hot!! Hmmmm why is it that when conflict comes into a relationship, it gets hotter.. i’m sure they will have make up sex, tear each other out. *tongue out

  16. okay ooo, So Muna likes older women too… but i don’t see anything wrong with him doing that. Cassandra should understand that everyman has his vices… so many women date for money too. i feel like the real story is starting, fingers crossed!! well done Esther

  17. *I love you then i hate you, then i love you then i hate you!! Chei Cassandra who told you to fall for a complete stranger? hehehehe Naija badt boy will deal with you. Esther you too good, when she was angry, leaning on the rail fuming and Muna crept behind her i was getting aroused and when they exchanged love/hate words and he kissed her brutally I … *covers my face with pillow

  18. I like, I like, I like… Esther i love your style, its different, its sexy, its romantic, its contemporary. Yes Muna ended up being a jerk but i can’t wait to find out what happens next.

  19. wow,,, fevered pitch. sometimes i know loving someone might not be good for me. but i just can’t help myself. between Muna & Cassandra is it love or infatuation? next epi should shed more light on that. if its love then Muna should 4get his escapades and wipe his slate clean. I wonder how many episodes this will be, pls don’t let it end in episode 4 or 5, it will be too rushed… Esther I love your writing, but squeezing everything into few episodes won’t satisfy my emotional palate, though it is also understandable as a guest writer on the blog

  20. T_Yomi i agree with you totally, TL and Esther allow more episodes instead of squeezing everything into 5 or 6 episodes. but I love everything about this story. Blood is thicker than water, mother and daughter didn’t need any introduction bcos they are blood. Muna shouldn’t be crucified, he was just living his life as a single guy, he didn’t ask to be put on a pedestal. if he finds love in cassandra, i believe he will change.. once more Esther *THUMPS UP

  21. U guys shud go easy on Esther now haba!!me m sha gbaduing d story faa,wot more do u want,ts like u derive satisfaction n pleasure frm sad n “burning stories” too much to grab and enjoy d easy n smooth stories/events…

  22. @Brownee I’m with you on this, maybe they would have loved it if Cassandra was kidnapped and dismembered for rituals or her mother turned out to be a prostitute on zone 4, I feel that this is a erotic and gentle romantic story. Everything must not be gory or evil or cringy or abominable. She found her Mum, I like that.. That Muna ended up being a gigolo is enough disappointment in a vanilla story.. She doesn’t have to be mobbed like Aluu 4.. *rolls eyes

  23. U na too dey talk, all those talksters go write your own.. Me I’m waiting for next episode to see how Muna cajoles cassandra into accepting him back. Will her smooch her into it? Dat guy is a player and a heavy lover.. Anytime he touches or kisses Cassandra, the things he says turn me on. So make una dey talk, me next episode, be4 he creeps behind her with syrupy voice! My babe must be here oo incase of emergency *No look me bad eye abeg shio

  24. Hehehee Chei, I think the best way to enjoy Esther’s writing is have your significant other by your side. Just hold her tight when Muna and Cassandra start their hot steamy Chemistry. ‘Crushed my lips with his’ Oti ooh

  25. Nice story line.I can relate to muna’s story as a niaja fresh graduate wit loads of talent & No̶̲̥̅̊ sponsor.can’t wait for episode four but please more suspense cuz it beginning to sound like super story,(events unfolding easily) all d same nice work

    • Please I don’t want to receive mails on various comments,I just want normal mails on Episodes. Thanks!! keep up the good work.
      Sent from my BlackBerry wireless device from MTN

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