Those Lagos State University days were beautiful days of unending sunshine and sugared adventures. Those adventures would rattle your mind too if you were one of the mischievous young men of carefree dispositions. Among those young men of carefree dispositions were my friends Jumbo, Ade, Kenny, and me.

Jumbo, the oldest one of our group at his old age of twenty-one, had, at one time, three sugar mommies. We learned from him. He was the most daring, the smartest, and the most handsome of us all. In addition, he spoke, almost fluently, the three major languages of Nigeria.

Jumbo never told us his ethnic background. His real last name was so generic that he easily passed for a member of several ethnic groups. The rumor about him was that his parents, both of whom were federal government employees, had worked, on transfers, in just about every part of Nigeria and that he, a quick learner, had picked up the languages of the natives wherever his family was stationed. But this playboy had one serious adventure waiting for him, which I recall and re-tell today with fond memories.

It all started the last day of classes at the LASU Main Campus in Ojo, Lagos. An old raunchy, pot-bellied, Lebanese man had driven up to the gates as we were strolling out of the campus with our book bags.

By driving his sparkling Nissan Pathfinder, the high-class ‘jeep’ of the time, the Lebanese man instantly secured for himself the undivided attention of the youthful crowd. Such attention was even more guaranteed if you factored in the presence of young male dreamers like us who were enamored of shiny rides.

The man, whom we later knew as Mr. K.T. Abbas, got out of the ‘jeep’, zeroed in directly at my friend Jumbo and, without ceremony, offered Jumbo a holiday job at his restaurant. His restaurant, a Lebanese cuisine, he told Jumbo, was off Adeola Hopewell Street in Victoria Island and he would provide Jumbo with temporary living quarters near the restaurant. It was not unusual for employers to offer holiday work to students and it was not a surprise to us for the man to have picked Jumbo who was, as I have already indicated, the most handsome of those of us who were in our late teens and early twenties.  Jumbo, of course, accepted the offer.

Jumbo started work that same week at the Lebanese restaurant called NEW LEBANON CUISINE. K.T. Abbas provided him with free use of the company’s pick-up truck in addition to a free room near the restaurant. His job description was ‘special assistant’ to the general manager. Jumbo was happy and so were his friends Ade, Kenny, and me. Every evening, we all gathered at Jumbo’s little room for free food, free accommodation for meeting girlfriends, and to listen to Jumbo’s accounts of his latest sugar mommy adventure, which is this story. Jumbo’s sugar mommy problem began, exactly one week after he started work.

The rather sugarless problem for Jumbo was that the old General Manager of the restaurant, Doris, took an instant liking to Jumbo, took Jumbo to her home, just five blocks away from the restaurant, and demanded that he perform some intimate favors on her while she lay down on her bed, the light lowered, herself in the nude.

Now, it is true that in campus life at that time ownership of a girlfriend was a desirable thing for a young man; and it is truer that an older girlfriend on the side, a sugar mommy, was the nirvana of a poor young man’s dreams. A sugar mommy who, just for one thing, and one thing only, gave you money, gifts, made you feel like a king among your friends, pushed up the limits of your young ego. Those ideal sugar mommies were the ones who did not mind that we had girlfriends of our own age; they did not demand to be seen in public with us; they were satisfied with our clandestine visits to their houses or other secret locations of their choosing. If you found yourself in those secret locations with your ideal sugar mommy, and she, by accident or design, ran into one of her girlfriends, she showed you off like a prize. You were a trophy, but you did not mind.

In spite of all these virtues of sugar mommy-ness, in spite of all the potential benefits to Jumbo, and to us who were Jumbo’s friends, of Jumbo hooking up with the sugared Doris, our happy holiday and expectations of free accommodations, free use of company vehicles, free food, and so on were seriously disturbed. Jumbo, the quintessential playboy, the handsome poster boy for gifted gigolos, was instantly immobilized by the experience. Are you still wondering why?

You may think that it should not be a problem that Doris, who, at forty-two years of age, was twice the age of Jumbo for, after all, such disparity in age is what sugar mommies are made of; you may also think that Doris being twice the weight of Jumbo at three hundred pounds, with thighs as huge as tree trunks, and breasts large enough to strangle a young man, should not be a problem for, after all, he was not expected to marry her but instead to exchange favors for favors. Yes, you may think that all these issues should not be a problem for Jumbo the playboy until I tell you that Doris was also the wife of the restaurant owner Mr. K.T. Abbas. Doris herself was also Lebanese.

Every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday, at 10:30 p.m. when the restaurant closed for the night, Doris would ask Jumbo to drive her home. As soon as they got to the gate, she would insist that he come into the house, wait for her to take a bath, and come into the bedroom. Grudgingly, but dutifully, Jumbo, fully clothed, would perform expressly identified services on her while she lay naked on the bed in the dimly lit room. She instructed Jumbo never to remove his clothes. He would work, slowly, from her head to her thighs typically for twenty-five minutes. As soon as she reached a certain level of arousal, she would give him the order to leave: “Please leave .. leave…leave now!” Still fully clothed, Jumbo would run out of the house and go home.

The first time this happened, Jumbo had assigned the misadventure to fear on the part of Doris, a welcome change of heart, which he believed would stem further amorous overtures from her. Then it happened again, and again, and again. Finally, it became a routine. Not once was Jumbo allowed to remove his clothes. The sessions, he realized, were not for him but for her. But what exactly did Doris do after he had been ordered to leave? This question baffled Jumbo and us as we discussed it nightly. But, with our encouragement, Jumbo fully accepted the routine and the wonderful fringe benefits in the forms of expensive clothes, money, and a new car that came to Jumbo courtesy of the sugar mommy. The only unconquered fear now was the fear of being caught by the husband K.T. Abbas. We were cruising smoothly, and then Jumbo ruined the whole nirvana with male greed.

Yes, Jumbo ruined it. To this day, I have wondered the limitless heights that Jumbo’s fringe benefits would have taken him and us if he had kept to the script. But as a typical playboy, his curiosity and desire to add a personal intimacy with a Lebanese female to his pedigree led to his (and our) downfall.

That downfall began on a Saturday night, two months into the affair. Doris had given Jumbo instructions earlier, just before 9:00 p.m., to go home and take a bath and meet her at her house at 10:30 p.m. He knew the routine. He knew the unwritten contract. He knew the course of dealing from two months of prior performances. But Jumbo had begun to think with his manhood instead of his head. He went to see Doris in his new clothes, new underwear, wearing his expensive cologne, with one thing and one thing only in his mind.

Following his routine services on Doris, her elevation to a state of optimum arousal, and her final order for him to “Please leave … leave … leave now” Jumbo, fully aroused himself, and standing fully erect, quickly took off his clothes and jumped into the forbidden thing like a starved man … and Doris screamed at the top of her voice as Jumbo forced his way in …she called on her husband to come out from the closet.

Mr. K.T. Abbas, who had, all along, been the brain behind the supposedly secret rendezvous of Doris and Jumbo, was forced to jump out from his usual hiding place in the closet, the closet where he normally sat, for two months, and watched as Jumbo aroused his wife, the closet from where he would normally rush out to satisfy his fantasy with his wife by completing the act for her after Jumbo had been ordered to “Please leave now” by Doris. Now, because of the greed of Jumbo, because Jumbo could not control his manhood, the entire fantastic edifice collapsed!

K.T. Abbas pulled Jumbo off his wife and, Jumbo still naked, ran out from the back of the house as Abbas chased him off, with a blistering array of apparently Lebanese curses.

That night, with our help, Jumbo packed out of the free room and moved to a hotel for the night. He never went back but kept the gifts.

In September of that year, when classes resumed at LASU, Jumbo, Kenny, Ade, and I were carrying our books, strolling past the campus gate when we saw an old, raunchy Lebanese man at the school gate, sitting in a Nissan Pathfinder ‘jeep’ and offering one student, a handsome twenty year old Calabar boy, a job at his restaurant …

Robot  Villager

# 1 Those Lagos State University days were beautiful days of unending sunshine and sugared adventure...Read the full article. Posted by Robot| 27.06.2008 18:53

emj  Villager

# 2 In September of that year, when classes resumed at LASU, Jumbo, Kenny, Ade, and I were carrying our books, strolling past the campus gate when we saw an old, raunchy Lebanese man at the school gate, sitting in a Nissan Pathfinder ‘jeep’ and offering one student, a handsome twenty year old Calabar boy, a job at his restaurant … ' Dang, same/shame routine...da lebanese man cannot even draw up a new script.....he must be really bland:eek::p But sha Jumbo yab no be small(juess kidding).......anywaz, another nice Wayo Story:arrow: Posted by emj| 27.06.2008 19:17

TEchi  Villager

# 3 I am really stunned that this happen fairly often in Nigerian University campuses. It is interesting that when you are young you can’t wait to grow up. You fantasies doing grown up things and hanging out with the so called cool mature crowds. Yet older people have the illusion of necking with younger fellows, which is why we see the old Senators and Ministers sending their pimp boys to get them the young girls who could be the age of their grand children. How ironic and pathetic all these is. 300 pound woman is way too large for a slim young man. Posted by TEchi| 27.06.2008 20:24

Dewdrops  Villager

# 4 :D:D:D:D:D:D:D :biggrin::biggrin::biggrin::biggrin::biggrin: :lol::lol::lol::lol::lol::lol::lol::lol::lol: :razz::razz::razz::razz::razz::razz::razz: I love this story! She instructed Jumbo never to remove his clothes. He would work, slowly, from her head to her thighs typically for twenty-five minutes. Just trying to imagine what this dude is doing on this 300lbs lump of flesh for a whole 25 minutes. You see these Nigerian boys? He can spend like 25 minutes on only a portion of this Lebanese "roller coaster", but when it reaches the Nigerian women's turn. . . they will start preaching "African Values" and spend like only 5 minutes for the whole session! Make thunder fire dem! Over to you ladies looking for husbands from Nigeria. he he he he he Most of them have tasted some "Lebanese Puddings and sausages"! Glad to know that this dude was actually turned on by this woman. I guess when he sees another sugar mummy with stretchmarks on her boobs he will not feel so repulsed. I often wondered how young guys slept with older women. Now I do not have to wonder anymore. A 21 year old boy and a 42 year old woman? Good to know that Nigerian boys are not being left out in the "sugar loving" contest! Gosh! I love this story! No wonder people just disappear without trace. . . having been used for one kind of sexual ritual or the other. MORE PLEASE. . . .this is a very good aphrodisiac for any weekend night!!! 25 GLORIOUS MINUTES? I am very jealous! Posted by Dewdrops| 28.06.2008 01:20

akar ninzo  Villager

# 5 @ Dewdrops!!! He can spend like 25 minutes on only a portion of this Lebanese "roller coaster", but when it reaches the Nigerian women's turn. . . they will start preaching "African Values" and spend like only 5 minutes for the whole session! Make thunder fire dem! All they need is a little coaching and instructions from the "Nigerian Women". I am very jealous! Dewdrops, dont be, just give us a call and we will be there!!!!!!!!! :D Posted by akar ninzo| 28.06.2008 05:01

Dewdrops  Villager

# 6 =akar ninzo;4295062077>@ Dewdrops!!! He can spend like 25 minutes on only a portion of this Lebanese "roller coaster", but when it reaches the Nigerian women's turn. . . they will start preaching "African Values" and spend like only 5 minutes for the whole session! Make thunder fire dem! All they need is a little coaching and instructions from the "Nigerian Women". I am very jealous! Dewdrops, dont be, just give us a call and we will be there!!!!!!!!! :D Thank you very much ooooooooh! I will keep your offer in mind. When it gets to our turn, you need coaching. See Jumbo una brother could not wait to climb "Mount Rushmore"? When we decide to coach you guys. . . you will head to our villages to report to the elders that "we don spoil" finish! So most of us will keep playing the "holy virgins" and save the goodies for the Lebanese men! What double standards. Posted by Dewdrops| 28.06.2008 05:11

akar ninzo  Villager

# 7 @ Dewdrops! :biggrin: "Doris would ask Jumbo to drive her home. As soon as they got to the gate, she would insist that he come into the house, wait for her to take a bath, and come into the bedroom. Grudgingly, but dutifully, Jumbo, fully clothed" :D:D:D:D:D:D I feel you sha!!! Posted by akar ninzo| 28.06.2008 05:52

Dewdrops  Villager

# 8 =akar ninzo;4295062083>@ Dewdrops! :biggrin: "Doris would ask Jumbo to drive her home. As soon as they got to the gate, she would insist that he come into the house, wait for her to take a bath, and come into the bedroom. Grudgingly, but dutifully, Jumbo, fully clothed" :D:D:D:D:D:D I feel you sha!!! Oh BTW, you forgot this part: fully aroused himself, and standing fully erect, quickly took off his clothes and jumped into the forbidden thing like a starved man … and Doris screamed at the top of her voice as Jumbo forced his way in …she called on her husband to come out from the closet. . . :wink: Happy Saturday! Work don close. I dey go house!:arrow: Posted by Dewdrops| 28.06.2008 07:19

Son of the Delta  Villager

# 9 From the title of the article I automatically knew Wayo was up to something again! Wayo Guy is just too much! Thank you Wayo Guy for the Wayo articles that gives us Wayo feelings!:D:D:D Posted by Son of the Delta| 28.06.2008 09:23

akar ninzo  Villager

# 10 @ dewdrops!!! because Jumbo could not control his manhood, the entire fantastic edifice collapsed! I thought you will complete the quote!: Posted by akar ninzo| 28.06.2008 09:25

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