Je pressens
ton envie de bouger
(I sense your
desire to dance)
Acceptes-tu
cette danse?
(Do you accept
this dance?)
C'est Ladies
Night, tu es à l'honneur
(It is ladies
night, you have the honour)
Allons,
viens, danse
(Come, dance)
Je m'éveille
sous ta sensualité
(Your sensuality
arouses me )
Donne-moi
une chance
(Give me a chance)
C'est plus
que je ne peux endurer
(It is more than
I can take)
Allons,
viens, danse
(Come, dance)
Slaï - La dernière danse
It was a warm day in August. The sun was shining brightly in the sky even though it was 5pm. There was little to no wind and dust covered the streets. The young man called his friend from his hostel. She lived within the campus grounds, in a girls' hostel where up to four girls would share a single room. Each floor of the girls' hostel had shower facilities where all the girls belonging to the same floor would go to bathe themselves. Often a visiting boy would grin with glee when he saw girls wrapped in towels walking by. The girls always looked so angry when they saw the boys.
The call ended. The girl asked him to meet her in her room. They were planning for a party for a group of friends and she was the treasurer. The purpose of his visit would simply be to make his contribution. He made his way from his room in a hostel outside the campus to the campus itself. It took longer than usual as there were more students around campus than usual. Then again, it was almost exam time. The time when everyone showed up at campus, from students who skived classes often to absentee lecturers.
He passed by the guards at the campus gate and headed towards the girls' hostel. The guards did not search him as they had become accustomed to seeing him by now. Newer faces were not so easily allowed through the gate, a valid student ID was required. The university had many buildings all over. The closest one to the gate was Hall 13, the famous Hall 13 where girls disappeared on Friday and magically reappeared on Monday.
It was a boys' hostel of course, their favourite. Next were the merchant shops where one could purchase anything, from snacks to condoms, from printing paper to leaked exam papers. This was the place to go for all student needs. The merchant shops adjoined the newest mess hall where the Hall 13 residents always dined. From there one could choose to go to the other hostels or to Hall 14, where classes took place from Monday to Friday. He took the path to the hostels.
There were three girls' hostels and three boys' hostels. Four of the five hostels were across from each other divided only by a common corridor. He passed by the first hostel, this was a boy's hostel and was on his left. He reached the second boys' hostel that was also to his left but rather, he turned right so that he now faced the girls' hostel that he had been instructed to go to. He took the stairs to get to the second floor and walked past a few girls in towels to get to the room where his friend lived.
He knocked on the door and dipped his hand in his pocket. He began fumbling for his wallet just as the door opened. He froze. His friend was a short dark-skinned African lady with a big smile. She was a simple girl who almost always plaited her hair and dressed conservatively. Standing in front of him was a shapely, light-skinned woman wearing a beige sweater cutting a low neckline revealing large succulent breasts, the kind whereby the complexion lightens as you get closer to the nipples. Her hair was curly and she looked anything but simple.
"Yes?" she said. "I err...I'm searching for my friend Monica..." the boy began to say. "She's not here," the girl said interrupting the boy. "Ah well, okay." He turned and began to walk away. She closed the door. He pulled out his mobile phone and called his friend Monica. She picked up his call after the third ring. "Hi Monica. I came to your room but I found that you are not yet here..." he began. "But there should be someone there," she insisted. "Err...yes," he said hesitantly. "Then just wait for me there," she said. "Err..." the boy said. "Wait for me there," she said and hung up.
The boy walked slowly back to the door and knocked again. The buxom lady opened the door again. "She err...asked me to wait for her here," he said sheepishly. "It's okay," she said letting go of the door. He walked in to the room. It was an ordinary campus hostel room with two Double Decker beds and a balcony. Two large glass doors framed with wood separated the balcony from the room itself. The boy noticed a young slender man lying on the bed looking at him threateningly. Not wanting to get into a staring competition, the boy looked around for a place to sit. His eyes fell upon an adjacent table that was complemented by a stiff wooden chair. He walked to it and sat on the chair.
No sooner had he sat down than he realized that he had made a big mistake. The girl crawled over the young man and lay on him. Her hands were crossed under her breasts so that her body was slightly raised from the young man's. It meant that the young man had a very good view, but so did the boy. He wanted to turn the chair away from them, but to do so, he would have to turn it completely away from them so that his back faced them. This struck him as odd as it would give the impression that he was either ashamed of what he was seeing or that he was too young for such tender acts of passion.
Le groove de la basse nous fait vibrer sur la séquence
(The groove of the bass makes us resonate in sequence)
Tes courbes qui ne cessent de me frôler me mettent en transe
(Your curves keep brushing againt me, putting me in a trance)
Sois ma captive, sois ma dulcinée
(Be my captive, be my sweetheart)
Qu'est-ce que t'en penses?
(What say you?)
Je me plierai à tes volontés
(I submit to your desires)
Donne-moi une chance
(Give me a chance)
Before he could make up his mind the young lady with an hour glass figure began to mutter beautiful things to the young man and little by little, she began to kiss him. The boy suddenly began to feel hot around the neck. This was more than he had bargained for. It was not just that they were kissing it was that they were conversing in a foreign language, one that he recognized but could not understand, French. The boy sat at the edge of his seat, erect, like an arrow about to be released.
The young man turned his head upside down for a moment so that he could see the boy. "Can't you wait outside?" he asked angrily. The boy began to get up but the attractive young woman waved him down. "No, it's okay. C'est bon mon chéri (it's okay darling)," she said. She kissed him twice but the young man would not relent. "You can wait for her outside!" he said angrily. This time the boy did not hesitate. He half-walked, half-ran out of the room. He quickly descended the stairs and walked out of the hostel. As he turned the corner in order to take the corridor that would lead him back to the gate and outside the campus, someone stopped him.
He looked up and saw Monica's face. "Hi!" she said brightly. "Hi," he said quickly. He shoved his contribution into Monica's hand and began to walk away. She stopped him again. "Are you okay?" she asked him. "Your roommate had a guest," the boy said. "Sorry," she said to him apologetically. He could see it in her eyes. She too had been an unexpected guest at a similarly erotic show.
It has been nearly a decade since this happened and I am glad to report that I now speak French :-)
