The cartel episode 31


By Nitefury
***Making of a PÏMP**
My name is Fury. You’re probably wondering what

kinda parent would name a child Fury? Well, the
answer is my kind. Ok, just kidding, that’s my
nickname. I was nicknamed Fury from birth by my
mom who claimed I was always kicking/restless while
in her womb and also as a toddler.
So while I have my real names, or lets say my official
names, I’m better known as Fury. If you visit my hood
and say you’re looking for me (calling my real names),
chances are you would be told “No one goes by that
name around here”. Back then, only my immediate
classmates and a few other students knew my real
names in secondary school and it only got better in the
university where only your registration number really
So you see, I was able to go unnoticed by relevant
authorities for most part of my life. I crossed so many
lecturers paths, but always came out clean because
they were busy looking for Fury.
To describe myself, on a scale of 1-10, I score myself
8.. Yea, I’m that good-looking. Not being light skinned
and the absence of beards of my face took away the
remaining two points. A particular friend always
referred to me as a tortoise for not being hairy. I’m the
definition of tall, dark, and handsome. Got an athletic
body and what some call pink lips (which I find
annoying though).
You see, despite all my features and charm, I’ve never
been lucky with the ladies. Firstly because I’m shy and
mainly because I’m broke. Well, all that changed one
day during the second semester of my first year in the
university. By this time, the closest I’ve come to seeing
a girls panties was those that managed to hang theirs
by the window or sides of the apartment to dry. I
wasn’t exactly a good boy, I was just a virgin due to
lack of opportunity.
You see, my mom had just three of us, an elder brother
and a younger sister. But I was the most troublesome
of the three. I did every bad thing most children do,
well except I never watched pörn until my university. I
come from a strict catholic home, and my mom never
fails to tell us how she wanted to be a reverend sister
in a convent. How she managed not to be I don’t know,
but my problem about it was her forcing wanting one
of us, preferably my elder bro to become a priest.
So I come from the southwest part of the country, had
my primary education in the west, secondary in the
north (one of them (dis)unity schools) and found
myself in Unical. You see, I’m far from the typical
south-westerner, who hardly leaves the comfort of their
zone. I love to travel, so I coped well schooling far from
I had wanted to be an engineer, but my mathematics
teacher in SS2 and 3 made me hate math’s. Dude was
so mean that I always skipped his lessons (double
periods) or pretended to be in class during his lessons.
By the time I was registering for Jamb, I knew zilch in
math’s, and in other not to fail, I settled for MLS, since
it didn’t need maths in Jamb.
I didn’t get admitted directly but had to go through the
remedial (pre-degree) program, so by the time I was in
my first year second semester, I had already spent two
years in the city of Calabar. I’m not exactly a “waka-
waka”, but I knew my way around the city.
Did I say a family friend helped me secure the
admission? Yup, a family friend named Biodun helped
me free of charge. Take it from me, admission in unical
is a difficult as…. I don’t know what to say. Well, it
wasn’t exactly free of charge, it just depends on how
you see it. This family friend of mine had to fvck a man
to get me admitted, though she collected nothing from
me. And to tell you how screwed up Unical is, I only
got admitted for remedial studies.
Bend your head lemme tell you the truth. *Begins
whispering* Don’t tell anyone, Biodun is my elder
brother’s ex, girlfriend. Both of them were first lovers,
but she broke up with him because just like me, he was
broke too and they schooled apart. Having tasted the
“good” things of life in Calabar and Abuja, she outgrew
my brother. Yea, she became a “runs” girl. So when
she learnt I had just finished school and was seeking
admission into one of them southwest universities, she
paid my flight ticket to Calabar for my admission. **
stops whispering** Yea she did.
Since my brother would have nothing to do with her,
she felt it was the least she could do to pay him back
for breaking his heart. According to her, she didn’t
deserve his love. Lol. Now she didn’t stop there, she
gave me an apartment worth 250k, paid in full for two
years, i.e 500k. You see, she didn’t exactly pay for it,
she had a better furnished apartment and a car given
to her by her sugar daddy, or gotten from proceeds of
“runs”. But however, she wasn’t as stingy as most
runs girls are.
Biodun took care of me to a point that I became scared
and worried she might demand from me what I cannot
repay sometime. She told anyone who cared to listen I
am her younger brother. She didn’t have to say it out
to me about what she did, I just knew. Also I kept
everything from my family. In advising me, she told me
to face my studies as that was the primary reason I
was in Calabar, but that the day I feel I’ve started to
grow wings, that would be the day she took her hands
off my welfare. She told me I couldn’t afford to date
any girl as I cannot afford to maintain a Calabar chick
but would end up hurt like my brother. I followed that
advice religiously.
I’ve been living a low key life. Had no friends just a few
talk buddies, and none of them knew where I lived.
This was just to avoid a scenario where I’ll be expected
to live up to standard for being able to afford an
apartment in such a place.
My next door neighbor is a girl name Vibangs. Girl is
as hot as lava, daughter of one of the top medicine
profs at the UCTH. Vibangs kept a company of some
weird but pretty girls that she seemed to have some
powerful influence over. As much as I admired her alot,
I knew she was way out of my league and a no go
area. Besides, she only talked to me because we live in
the same apartment building, else I’m not her type.
Over the months, I had become close to vibangs with
her powering my apartment with her power generating
set. And I got free meals from her too. Sometimes a
complete pot of soup would be passed to me. She was
a year above me and was studying law. We became
very close the day she was about to go for a lecture
and discovered her tire was down. Everyone in the
building (mostly girls though) usually formed big boys/
girls for each other, hence no one bothered to help. I
was late for a lecture too, but I decided to help her
change the tire to the spare.
Done she volunteered to drop me in school. As she
drove she said “You know, you’ve been here for over
six months and I still don’t know your name?”
“Fury. My name is Fury”. She could smell my shyness
from a thousand miles as we talked because I was
intimidated by her beauty and personality. When she
got back later in the day, her first point of call was my
door before hers.
Over time, despite the wealth of her parents and how
comfortable she was, I got to know she was into
campus prostitution. She just told me she organizes
girls for clients but do not participate unless when
necessary and the pay is right. I wasn’t judgmental
because in a way I was enjoying her friendship and
really wasn’t interested in knowing what falling out
with her because of my “holier than” judgment would
look like.
We’re a month into the second semester of my first
year. There’s a girl in my class named Jessy. Jessica
is everything I want in a girl. Beauty, brains, boobs,
height, slim and light skinned. She’s no match for
Vibangs but I believed I could date her. She wasn’t
exactly the prettiest girl in my class, but she had a
whole lot of male admirers to choose from. Jessy and I
were close and by the beginning of the second
semester, I made my feelings known to her. She told
me how I look like a brother to her because of how
close we were. I was friend zoned and she began to
give me space. Though I knew if she knew where I
stayed, she would definitely reconsider, but that would
amount to me starting off on a wrong foot.
Its Tuesday evening and I went to a branch of the bank
i bank with somewhere around Marian road to
withdraw my last 4k. I didn’t want to use a different
banks’ ATM machine so I won’t be charged N100
reducing the money to N3900 which meant N3000
would be the only amount that would be dispensed to
I had just come out of the bank and was waiting for a
cab when I saw Jessy come out from corner on the
other side of the road. Smiling, I quickly crossed over
and engaged her in a conversation about how much I
would like her to be my girlfriend. She kept walking
down the street until I raised my voice asking to stop
walking and give me a listening ear.
She did stop, but gave me the “did you just raise your
voice at me?” kinda look
“Look, I’m sorry Jessy. Its Just that…” I was cut short
by the sound of a car honking by our side.
Turning to look, I saw the well built man wind down
asking about directions to XYZ hotel in Ikot-Ansa.
Before I would open my mouth and say “Just keep
going forward until you get to the roundabout, then
take right”, I heard Jessy say “You’re in luck sir, he’s
going that way” and began to walk away. I tried stop
her and apologized because I knew she was hurt, but
she didn’t stop.
Then the man seeing what he had done suggested if I
can go with him to the place he would pay for ruining
my evening. At first I thought it silly, but after a second
look at the car which looked muddy, I felt he was
definitely new in town. Besides, that hotel was kinda
unknown. But again, I took a second look inside the
car to make sure no one was behind to cover my nose
with a handkerchief. Satisfied, I entered the car.
We got talking until we got to the hotel. But I noticed
some stickers on the car windscreen that suggested he
was not just a military officer, but probably a high
ranking one. At the hotel, he didn’t quite like the place,
so I suggested another one around there. He preferred
the new place and when I told him I wanted to leave, he
told me “My friend, you can’t just leave like that.
Having travelled far, I need to eat somewhere and you
should join me. Don’t worry, I’ll pay for your time”
“Hehehe.. Na wa o”, were the first words to come to
my mind. 30 minutes later, we were in one restaurant
eating and I was forced to asked him of he was a
military man.
“I’m a major in the Nigerian army” he answered
We went on to talk about the army with me asking why
he didn’t just go to one of the barracks as a senior
official. He responded saying because “I’m not in
It took me a while to understand what he meant was
“Yes, I’m a major-general in the army, but here for a
private and unofficial business trip
“Fury, I need a companion for the night” he said out of
the blue
My heart missed a beat as I felt that was a proposition
to me that he wanted me for the night. No wonder he
had insisted I hung around and he talked so much
about paying for my time. “ok.. So what do you what
me to do?” I asked fearing the worst
“I need a girl like the type I saw you with” he said
before adding “Not a prostitutë o, a clean looking
student like that one. I don’t fancy red light girls” he
said straightforwardly
In the spirit realm, I did a thousand “thank you Lord”
sign of the cross he wasn’t suggesting I spend the
night with him. By the way, he talked about not wanting
a red light district girl, but a student. “You no no say all
ashawo for Calabar na students?” I asked in my head.
“Ok sir, but they always seem to be more expensive o.
Besides, its a Tuesday night so it might be hard a bit
getting you something good” I said thinking about
asking Vibangs for help
“Don’t worry about that boy”. He said. With that he put
his hand inside his b—-t pocket and brought out a
bundle of Clement Isong and counted 15.
I was expecting him to say use this and pay her, but he
said “Here, for ruining your evening and your time.
Just make the call, if the girl is right, I add you another
5k. Don’t Worry about her payment”
My eyes nearly fell into the glass of malt I was drinking
from. Collecting the money, I excused him and went to
a corner to call Vibangs.
“Fury what’s up?” she asked. The sound from the
background suggested she was driving
“Babe I dey o. I need your help like right now, one
major general just enter from lag, I meet the man
somehow and the guy say make I organize student
babe for am for the night.
“Now wa o. Today na Tuesday na. Person wey I for
give you no dey town, the other one the sick” she said
dashing my hopes
“Na fvck up be that o. Choi” I said scratching my head
“How the man dey? Him go pay well?” she asked
reigniting my hopes
“Babe na sure guy o. Just gave me 15k, promised to
add 5k if the babe sure. He been see me with that
Jessica girl from my class for road, na the standard
him set so for me” I told her
“Ok na. Were una dey?” she asked me
“ABC restaurant. How far, you get person?” I asked
wondering why the question
“No. I dey come there now myself” she said dropping
the call.
Please I had no time to proof read. Just finished typing
and updated. Comments are welcomed [


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