The Shave
Dammit! Not today!" Ivie muttered under her breath as she searched her wardrobe for the umpteenth time that evening. There was still nothing in her room she could use to remove the hair from her "Landing Strip".
None of her room mates were back from lectures and the walk to the Mallam that would sell her a shaving stick was a distance from her hostel.
She looked at the digital clock on her wall. 5:15pm : Friday : 13th Sept.
"Nope! Today is not an unlucky day for me." Ivie smiled as she thought of Czar.
Finally! After almost six months of whatsapping, video calls and innuendo filled chats, Czar was coming into town. This was the first time Ivie would set her eyes on Czar. But she was ready. Tonight would be the night. And she would not let the small matter of her incomplete personal grooming stop her. No Sir! Not after going lingerie shopping; making her hair and nails. Nope!
"Okwa n'abania, Ife n'ini ga- eme"
As she hummed Flavour's song, Ivie checked her room mate's open wardrobe for the hair removal cream she was certain would be there. No luck!
"Ha! My village people will not spoil my fine girl status today o!"
Just as she about to give up and jog to the kiosk down the road, she saw her yellow pair of scissors that she had used to cut her long jean into a short the day before.
Lying there with the other sewing items on the table, the scissors was worth more than a thousand carats of gold at that point to Ivie.
"Eureka! This can work as well"
Ivie positioned herself in front of the mirror and went to work. In less than 3 minutes, her triangle and bikini line was clean.
"Not bad", She said to herself. "Na just this underside remain"
Ivie found it impossible to get to the hairs at her T Junction from the angle where she stood , so she squatted, pulled the skin taut and started trimming with small delicate cuts.
Her phone rang. It was Czar.
"I'm about to come pick you now" He said
"Okay babe. I'm almost ready" With her other hand on the phone, Ivie went on with the task.
She first heard the wet plopping sound on the floor before she felt the pain. She looked down and saw it on the floor. It looked like a rumpled small pink paper. As she looked at it, it felt as if all the air left the room and Ivie couldn't hear a sound. The phone fell from her hand, then the scissors clattered down.
As Ivy opened her mouth, the first drop of blood dropped on the clean white tile. Then the second and the third until the floor became a crimson river.
Ivie's last thought before she passed out was "Gaddemit!"
None of her room mates were back from lectures and the walk to the Mallam that would sell her a shaving stick was a distance from her hostel.
She looked at the digital clock on her wall. 5:15pm : Friday : 13th Sept.
"Nope! Today is not an unlucky day for me." Ivie smiled as she thought of Czar.
Finally! After almost six months of whatsapping, video calls and innuendo filled chats, Czar was coming into town. This was the first time Ivie would set her eyes on Czar. But she was ready. Tonight would be the night. And she would not let the small matter of her incomplete personal grooming stop her. No Sir! Not after going lingerie shopping; making her hair and nails. Nope!
"Okwa n'abania, Ife n'ini ga- eme"
As she hummed Flavour's song, Ivie checked her room mate's open wardrobe for the hair removal cream she was certain would be there. No luck!
"Ha! My village people will not spoil my fine girl status today o!"
Just as she about to give up and jog to the kiosk down the road, she saw her yellow pair of scissors that she had used to cut her long jean into a short the day before.
Lying there with the other sewing items on the table, the scissors was worth more than a thousand carats of gold at that point to Ivie.
"Eureka! This can work as well"
Ivie positioned herself in front of the mirror and went to work. In less than 3 minutes, her triangle and bikini line was clean.
"Not bad", She said to herself. "Na just this underside remain"
Ivie found it impossible to get to the hairs at her T Junction from the angle where she stood , so she squatted, pulled the skin taut and started trimming with small delicate cuts.
Her phone rang. It was Czar.
"I'm about to come pick you now" He said
"Okay babe. I'm almost ready" With her other hand on the phone, Ivie went on with the task.
She first heard the wet plopping sound on the floor before she felt the pain. She looked down and saw it on the floor. It looked like a rumpled small pink paper. As she looked at it, it felt as if all the air left the room and Ivie couldn't hear a sound. The phone fell from her hand, then the scissors clattered down.
As Ivy opened her mouth, the first drop of blood dropped on the clean white tile. Then the second and the third until the floor became a crimson river.
Ivie's last thought before she passed out was "Gaddemit!"
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