He felt so empty,it happens whenever they quarrel , this time something tells him it is different. He has a swollen left eye and other minor injuries to show for it. She can be an embodiment of sweetness, and can also make your life miserable. She gets physical when she feels like, and plays the victim when she isn't having her way.....which is almost every time.
"Who is Chinenye?"
He was taken by surprise, surprised not because he doesn't know she goes through his phone when he sleeps, he knows. Sometimes, he leaves it to make her fight for him and realize that others are ready to grab him.
He doesn't cheat on her, not yet. He has not been able to get himself to that point. He almost did though with Yetunde, he couldn't withhold himself with that one.
He has always prided himself on his self control, " I do whatever I want, so hold me responsible for all my actions", that has always been him.
He couldn't stop with Yetunde, their closeness took him by surprise, not when she changed her dressing and her sexiness was too much to resist.
Men clamoured for her attention, but she preferred him. He knows how handsome he is, he has always had his pick, it comes naturally " almost genetic" he mused while smiling and picking up the second phone.
His father had been legendary with the ladies "that man fine well well "is all he keeps hearing, truely, his dad was handsome.
His grand mom will always remember her late son with tales, tales of sadness and joy. From what he witnessed and has been able to gather about his dad, a trilogy won't do him justice. Here, I deviate his mind returns to the matter at hand. Yes, Yetunde " hmmmm " he sighs, dt babe is one he regrets kind of. Not after that hot kiss and breast sucking in the back seat of his car while rain pelted the car mercilessly. If he joins his grand fathers story, wahala go dey, that one kuku marry seven. "Lol"
She found out and smashed his phone , he loved her too much and in-order to keep her sanity [she loved him jealously] , he let Yetunde go. The babe has been on his matter ever since.
" I ask you again, who is Chinenye?" That brought him back to Mother Earth, he quietly turns to walk away " don't you dare think up a lie or it will be over this minute"
He smiles " Childhood family friend, their last daughter" he replied
"their last daughter and you are exchanging erotic messages with her?"
Her eyes were now blazing
" you have betrayed the trust that family has on you" she was approaching menacingly, "I know you need your freedom, I am not enough for you"
" baby...." " don't baby me" she snaps
This is prelude to another big fight he thought previous fights had taken tolls on him, he snooped around her a while ago and it was ugly what he found. She was into deep sexual and erotic chats with guys, and when she was fully turned on, she will jump on him, exhibit sexual wildness and they will fuck like rabbits.
He started getting worried when his advances will be turned down this minute as she will be busy pressing her phone only to grab him the next minute and make the craziest love to him. It was explosive and sweet, then when he noticed that pattern of keeping to herself, pressing her phone, rejecting his advances and waking him for hot sex only to doze off, he went for the phone and menh! what he saw on the chats that night was something else, that was when he started monitoring her.
Back to the present, Chinenye was a little girl when he last saw her, though she was beautiful as a baby. If you hear little girl, they just had eight years between them and he never looked at her in that way till he met her accidentally in Abuja. The girl has been doing the chasing, initially, it was amusing, a third year student of Biochemistry, she is out to prove to him that she was grown, and can take whatever she wants.
"Babe, always remember that I am a converted womanizer, I won't go that path again, don't push me"
Immediately the words came out of his mouth, she snapped.
She started cussing and raking, that was when he remembered that this suspicion started after he dealt on what he called "indirect infidelity and mental castration" at that time. He felt dirty and used, like she was just using him as a sexual toy or imagining the bodies ramming into her when he was making love to her. The intensity of her cum at those moments were different.
They talked about it on five different occasions as the cycle repeated itself . Everything came to fore and rest after she travelled for a wedding and mistakenly he found out only when he scrolled through her phone and saw her in her sleeping gear and the guy bare bodied in a phone. She has spinned different stories about that visit and that they didn't sleep together.
" Hmmmm, I choose to believe her" just for his sanity and the love, after all they are not married he reasoned.
That story and others is for another day, what matters now is what Chinenye has caused, the broken door left in her trail and the Optician he has called to see after visiting the pharmacy.
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Sunday, February 22, 2015
JTF, Sons, Husbands,Fathers,Our brothers!
Kaka kaka kaka kaka kaka kaka......boom!
He woke up disoriented briefly, grabbing his riffle and kitting up within one minute.
Kaka kaka kaka kaka kaka kaaka......boom!
This was getting closer,voices, biggle and whistles were being blown. The camp alarm has been triggered, the base is under attack.
His heart beat increased and cold sweat ran down his spine.
He only had this kind of feeling once, that day he ended up with a minor bullet wound on his left leg, just above the knee. Luckily, no bone or vein was ripped.
He hurriedly lifted his pillow and kissed his wife and children, a boy and two girls before slipping the picture into his pocket.
He said a silent prayer as he filed out with others, crouching in orderly and pre-rehearsed movements as they took there various positions.
The gun battle was getting intense, the armored vehicles were rolling out of the base, with troops following suit when the first rocket landed at the centre of the base, and all hell broke loose.
" Jesus!"
" Allah wo yoooo!"
The worst part is that everything was happening too fast and in pitch darkness!
The enemy armored carrier with headlights were facing the base, heavy shelling and gunfire was being exchanged seriously, everyone was engaging everyone.
"How did they manage to get this close, almost over running the camp?"
He kept asking himself even as he was taking down those trying to climb over the fence and demarcation embankments. The camp averted a similar attack last week when he was sentry.
He remembers seeing that slight movement from the corner of his eyes,it was pitch dark.
Then he saw a figure trying to climb into the third armored tank parked close to where Officers were quartered, and from the other corner, he saw something like a torchlight flick once, then twice.
He shot spontaneously and good enough, he got the idiot!
Then to his surprise, fire was opened from all around the whole camp with vehicle headlamps flooding the base, somehow, his spontaneity saved the day because if they had gained access to that tank, the possessor would have gunned down any Officer coming out from the quarters while the camp would have been run over in less than two hours.
They suffered heavy casualties, but repelled the attack, that was last week.
They felt it will take another two or three weeks before a repeat attack because that is usually their modes operandi, but no!
Let it not be that those on night sentry duty dozed or relaxed their vigilance. Last month, an Officer heard a rustle, whispered to his mate and flashed his light, only for his head to be blown off. Such is the tale, such is the war they are waging, such is the pain they face.
This is his fourth month here, he has two months to go, some guys left last two weeks and another set came in last week. Body counts are increasing, families are losing their heads, wives are turning widows at tender age.
He was still taking various combat positions, shooting and giving cover to his mates as they fight back to back in this humid, dry, dark and unfriendly environment.
A granade exploded close by, taking two Officers with it.
"That was close" he thought, everyone on this mission has had brush with death at one point or the other.
"Ratatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatataatatatatatatatatata!"
"Kaka kaka kaka kaka kaka........ratatatatatatatatatatatatatatatata!"
"Boom, boom, boom!" "Chiiiiiiiiiiiiikabooooom!"
Body counts kept increasing even as smoke and the smell of burning flesh pervaded the whole place.
They were gradually gaining the upper hand though with a heavy price, there will definitely be an inquisition when the whole base is secured.
That was when he felt it and the numbness that hit him after the pain.
He was scared to touch it, he knew something has gone badly wrong.
Then the blood, it started rushing like river Niger.
Immediately before he hit ground, his life started rewinding at a fast pace.
He immediately saw himself checking into the camp and being documented,
He saw himself six months ago in Italy, concluding his anti-terrorism course after spending the previous two months in Israel.
He saw himself holding his new baby eight months ago and telling his wife
"baby, all is well, God has started blessing us"
That was his last thoughts as he hit the ground, then......darkness.
*This series will chronicle the loses and pains of our gallant JTF operatives giving their lives in the fight against BH* these are true life stories of those who survived. May the souls of those who died in fighting for freedom of this nation and our right to live in peace rest perfectly in the bosom of The Lord.....Amen!
He woke up disoriented briefly, grabbing his riffle and kitting up within one minute.
Kaka kaka kaka kaka kaka kaaka......boom!
This was getting closer,voices, biggle and whistles were being blown. The camp alarm has been triggered, the base is under attack.
His heart beat increased and cold sweat ran down his spine.
He only had this kind of feeling once, that day he ended up with a minor bullet wound on his left leg, just above the knee. Luckily, no bone or vein was ripped.
He hurriedly lifted his pillow and kissed his wife and children, a boy and two girls before slipping the picture into his pocket.
He said a silent prayer as he filed out with others, crouching in orderly and pre-rehearsed movements as they took there various positions.
The gun battle was getting intense, the armored vehicles were rolling out of the base, with troops following suit when the first rocket landed at the centre of the base, and all hell broke loose.
" Jesus!"
" Allah wo yoooo!"
The worst part is that everything was happening too fast and in pitch darkness!
The enemy armored carrier with headlights were facing the base, heavy shelling and gunfire was being exchanged seriously, everyone was engaging everyone.
"How did they manage to get this close, almost over running the camp?"
He kept asking himself even as he was taking down those trying to climb over the fence and demarcation embankments. The camp averted a similar attack last week when he was sentry.
He remembers seeing that slight movement from the corner of his eyes,it was pitch dark.
Then he saw a figure trying to climb into the third armored tank parked close to where Officers were quartered, and from the other corner, he saw something like a torchlight flick once, then twice.
He shot spontaneously and good enough, he got the idiot!
Then to his surprise, fire was opened from all around the whole camp with vehicle headlamps flooding the base, somehow, his spontaneity saved the day because if they had gained access to that tank, the possessor would have gunned down any Officer coming out from the quarters while the camp would have been run over in less than two hours.
They suffered heavy casualties, but repelled the attack, that was last week.
They felt it will take another two or three weeks before a repeat attack because that is usually their modes operandi, but no!
Let it not be that those on night sentry duty dozed or relaxed their vigilance. Last month, an Officer heard a rustle, whispered to his mate and flashed his light, only for his head to be blown off. Such is the tale, such is the war they are waging, such is the pain they face.
This is his fourth month here, he has two months to go, some guys left last two weeks and another set came in last week. Body counts are increasing, families are losing their heads, wives are turning widows at tender age.
He was still taking various combat positions, shooting and giving cover to his mates as they fight back to back in this humid, dry, dark and unfriendly environment.
A granade exploded close by, taking two Officers with it.
"That was close" he thought, everyone on this mission has had brush with death at one point or the other.
"Ratatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatataatatatatatatatatata!"
"Kaka kaka kaka kaka kaka........ratatatatatatatatatatatatatatatata!"
"Boom, boom, boom!" "Chiiiiiiiiiiiiikabooooom!"
Body counts kept increasing even as smoke and the smell of burning flesh pervaded the whole place.
They were gradually gaining the upper hand though with a heavy price, there will definitely be an inquisition when the whole base is secured.
That was when he felt it and the numbness that hit him after the pain.
He was scared to touch it, he knew something has gone badly wrong.
Then the blood, it started rushing like river Niger.
Immediately before he hit ground, his life started rewinding at a fast pace.
He immediately saw himself checking into the camp and being documented,
He saw himself six months ago in Italy, concluding his anti-terrorism course after spending the previous two months in Israel.
He saw himself holding his new baby eight months ago and telling his wife
"baby, all is well, God has started blessing us"
That was his last thoughts as he hit the ground, then......darkness.
*This series will chronicle the loses and pains of our gallant JTF operatives giving their lives in the fight against BH* these are true life stories of those who survived. May the souls of those who died in fighting for freedom of this nation and our right to live in peace rest perfectly in the bosom of The Lord.....Amen!
Saturday, February 21, 2015
PITAPEE!
She has always been a heady sensation for him, a feeling beyond love,lust or fatal attraction. He couldn't explain it at first, explaining it away as the feeling that comes with a new found love. They are friends, soul-mates even or better still, something deeper. On his part he can say that,he used to know when she felt she had something deeper for him...these days, he can't really say.
The circumstances in which they first met and parted ways can be called awkward, but it left an imprint on his mind. He should have struck then, if only he knew that two years down the line he would fall hopelessly in love with her, if only he knew that what he had for her could make him give up everything, yes everything just to be with her. All he needed was to see that she was ready to damn all and face the music with him.
Now, it seems funny, funny because she may argue that he didn't push too hard, but he knew that she was at a low point in her life for far too long. The path of recovery was long and tortuous for her, he didn't want to seem to take advantage of a period she needed love, much love, care and tenderness so as to regain her self confidence, worth and swag. Now, she has all that, he is happy he was the rock all those years, that he was a central part of that process, but........
Two years ago when they met....
" This is my mum"
he looked at the striking resemblance, they could pass as sisters even, with one claiming to be the elder sister.
" good day ma, it seems you guys are having some difficulties getting your travel documents sorted"
she sighed deeply and explained how everyone seems busy and their turn seems to be taking forever.
He first noticed her when he passed them with his documents for submission in the inner office. She has this striking personality that sucks you in and makes you want to hold her.
Years later when they will make love and lie in each other's arms , she will always ask
" do I ooze sex?"
"Why do you ask?" he will always respond.
"Why is it that everyone I come across just wants to sleep with me instantly? When I was younger it used to thrill me, with time it got be scared that this is all men see as soon as they see me, now, it just makes me cry and insecure"
He will laugh it off and start a long lecture of why it is normal with her sort.
The truth is that she oozes something, something that awakens something in any and every healthy man she comes across. That thing makes most men lose control when left alone with a woman like her.
She doesn't dress provocatively or suggestively, in that department her decency is superb. He laughs most time when he remembers how crazy she is. That babe de craze shaa o.
Back to that first meeting. After he went downstairs, she came out and hung on the half wall corridor, from where their eyes kept meeting whenever he looked up.
" is this girl sending come get me signals to me?"
he asked his partner in crime.
"They should go and tell her that I burn whoever comes too close o"
His crime partner, a friend he made way back in school before they lost contact and met again at the same office laughed out loud
" ol boy, go rest. Na u de find her wahala, the babe is most definitely looking at me"
"See me see wahala o" he responded,
" babe wey em mama don virtually dash me stylishly for up, Oyaa Wetin be her name ?"
Truth of the matter even though he was forming, he didn't know her name, but he was going upstairs to find out and he will definitely make sure they were attended to ASAP! This is his territory and this damsel will leave here satisfied today.
He took the stairs three at a time and found himself by her side as if a magnetic force beyond his control was pulling him, maybe partly because he knows how dangerous his crime partner can be and has to stake his claim. They have an unspoken rule, once a claim is staked, you can only hover and watch till the other's game crumbles before you step in.
" Where is your file?" He asked her.
When she turned to answer, he couldn't help catching his breath, this is the most childish looking face he had ever set his eyes on and boy o' boy, those eyes, those eyes could kill.
"You should greet a lady first before asking her questions, that is called good manners" she retorted.
He almost got annoyed, but years later, he will come to love her spontaneity and the simplicity in her, and above all, the brains on that shoulder.
"I will greet you with a kiss" he grinned,
"and I will respond with a slap" she smiled without missing a beat.
" the file is with one Mr Kenny, oh! Here he comes" he walks up to the man and takes the file from him " sorry, let me handle this"
Fifteen minutes later, they were heading home and she had this smile that started gradually till it spread on her face like that sun immediately after afternoon rain
" wow! How did you do that?"she asked, he only grinned. "
Anyway, thank you so much, the name is........"
" don't worry, he responded, I saw your file and I have your phone number, I will give you a call"
the mum simply stood and shook her head " young people nowadays" she muttered....
The circumstances in which they first met and parted ways can be called awkward, but it left an imprint on his mind. He should have struck then, if only he knew that two years down the line he would fall hopelessly in love with her, if only he knew that what he had for her could make him give up everything, yes everything just to be with her. All he needed was to see that she was ready to damn all and face the music with him.
Now, it seems funny, funny because she may argue that he didn't push too hard, but he knew that she was at a low point in her life for far too long. The path of recovery was long and tortuous for her, he didn't want to seem to take advantage of a period she needed love, much love, care and tenderness so as to regain her self confidence, worth and swag. Now, she has all that, he is happy he was the rock all those years, that he was a central part of that process, but........
Two years ago when they met....
" This is my mum"
he looked at the striking resemblance, they could pass as sisters even, with one claiming to be the elder sister.
" good day ma, it seems you guys are having some difficulties getting your travel documents sorted"
she sighed deeply and explained how everyone seems busy and their turn seems to be taking forever.
He first noticed her when he passed them with his documents for submission in the inner office. She has this striking personality that sucks you in and makes you want to hold her.
Years later when they will make love and lie in each other's arms , she will always ask
" do I ooze sex?"
"Why do you ask?" he will always respond.
"Why is it that everyone I come across just wants to sleep with me instantly? When I was younger it used to thrill me, with time it got be scared that this is all men see as soon as they see me, now, it just makes me cry and insecure"
He will laugh it off and start a long lecture of why it is normal with her sort.
The truth is that she oozes something, something that awakens something in any and every healthy man she comes across. That thing makes most men lose control when left alone with a woman like her.
She doesn't dress provocatively or suggestively, in that department her decency is superb. He laughs most time when he remembers how crazy she is. That babe de craze shaa o.
Back to that first meeting. After he went downstairs, she came out and hung on the half wall corridor, from where their eyes kept meeting whenever he looked up.
" is this girl sending come get me signals to me?"
he asked his partner in crime.
"They should go and tell her that I burn whoever comes too close o"
His crime partner, a friend he made way back in school before they lost contact and met again at the same office laughed out loud
" ol boy, go rest. Na u de find her wahala, the babe is most definitely looking at me"
"See me see wahala o" he responded,
" babe wey em mama don virtually dash me stylishly for up, Oyaa Wetin be her name ?"
Truth of the matter even though he was forming, he didn't know her name, but he was going upstairs to find out and he will definitely make sure they were attended to ASAP! This is his territory and this damsel will leave here satisfied today.
He took the stairs three at a time and found himself by her side as if a magnetic force beyond his control was pulling him, maybe partly because he knows how dangerous his crime partner can be and has to stake his claim. They have an unspoken rule, once a claim is staked, you can only hover and watch till the other's game crumbles before you step in.
" Where is your file?" He asked her.
When she turned to answer, he couldn't help catching his breath, this is the most childish looking face he had ever set his eyes on and boy o' boy, those eyes, those eyes could kill.
"You should greet a lady first before asking her questions, that is called good manners" she retorted.
He almost got annoyed, but years later, he will come to love her spontaneity and the simplicity in her, and above all, the brains on that shoulder.
"I will greet you with a kiss" he grinned,
"and I will respond with a slap" she smiled without missing a beat.
" the file is with one Mr Kenny, oh! Here he comes" he walks up to the man and takes the file from him " sorry, let me handle this"
Fifteen minutes later, they were heading home and she had this smile that started gradually till it spread on her face like that sun immediately after afternoon rain
" wow! How did you do that?"she asked, he only grinned. "
Anyway, thank you so much, the name is........"
" don't worry, he responded, I saw your file and I have your phone number, I will give you a call"
the mum simply stood and shook her head " young people nowadays" she muttered....
Friday, February 20, 2015
I hate being an only child!
"I don't like someone being an only child, only child in the sense of only boy!" That mind set has always been in me since my childhood. I have always had this fear that something will happen, something tragic and heart wrenching, something the parents may never recover from.
Only child? They always have this reckless tendencies. Correct me if I am wrong o, but that has always been my own stand. I have seen a lot of them to know that it is only the grace of God that keeps them from early grave or destruction. I may be wrong as I said earlier, but when you see more than ten different cases, at different levels of growth, in different locations, you can't be blamed if you stick to this line of thought.
When I was seven, I remember playing with Ekene who will always be a ring leader, and try all those Commando stunts. He jumped once and crashed, he didn't open up on the pains he felt inside or the injury he had. Few days later, he started having this high fever, before you can say Jack Robinson, he was dead and gone! Dead! Dead! Someone full of life, strong and bubbly. What of Chika? We were in the same boarding school, his bed was two beds from mine to the left. We went on long vacation, after resumption his parents came, opened his wardrobe, packed his belongings and took his bed [he was dead and the story wasn't straight! something about village asikwa village asighi!] . Hmmmm!
Tobechi took that space, nice guy, jovial and kind. One day, the vehicle [known as Dynaa] that supplies food to our school stopped on the road after delivery! some students offered to push it, then a freak accident happened. The vehicle started and the man told then to climb in so that he could drop them at the school gate, and eyewitness story has it that as Tobechi was trying to climb in, the vehicle rolled back and his hands slipped. It climbed a part of his stomach, he was immediately rushed to the hospital. We held vigils and prayers, little did I know that the greeting we shared the Saturday morning that heralded this accident was the last, and Tobechi was gone!
I can talk about the youth corp member that fell into a well while we were serving at Osun State or the medical doctor son of Mrs Ojujiofor that just had typhoid and died . I can go on and on and on to buttress my points why I hate only child in a home. The pain of the loss is something I can't relate with, but I have felt some pains at the losses I witnessed at different points in my life because those people were close, very close to me,and at the time it happened, it wasn't funny.
This morning,my cousin who works in the same office with me called me and asked if I have heard what happened at the village. My cousin, an only son whose parents died few years ago had a little argument with a boy living in their compound over snail [imagine! Snail!] and the boy who is an artisan went to his room and picked his machete, came out and slaughtered my cousin. Just like that, he has left a pregnant widow behind. I haven't been able to get my head round this rubbish development. Snail? Don't go behind my room again to look for snail, the other insisted that he will, now see the nonsense that has become the outcome. Uchenna is gone and the boy is now in police custody[another life to be wasted], over what? Snail. I tire o!
Only child? They always have this reckless tendencies. Correct me if I am wrong o, but that has always been my own stand. I have seen a lot of them to know that it is only the grace of God that keeps them from early grave or destruction. I may be wrong as I said earlier, but when you see more than ten different cases, at different levels of growth, in different locations, you can't be blamed if you stick to this line of thought.
When I was seven, I remember playing with Ekene who will always be a ring leader, and try all those Commando stunts. He jumped once and crashed, he didn't open up on the pains he felt inside or the injury he had. Few days later, he started having this high fever, before you can say Jack Robinson, he was dead and gone! Dead! Dead! Someone full of life, strong and bubbly. What of Chika? We were in the same boarding school, his bed was two beds from mine to the left. We went on long vacation, after resumption his parents came, opened his wardrobe, packed his belongings and took his bed [he was dead and the story wasn't straight! something about village asikwa village asighi!] . Hmmmm!
Tobechi took that space, nice guy, jovial and kind. One day, the vehicle [known as Dynaa] that supplies food to our school stopped on the road after delivery! some students offered to push it, then a freak accident happened. The vehicle started and the man told then to climb in so that he could drop them at the school gate, and eyewitness story has it that as Tobechi was trying to climb in, the vehicle rolled back and his hands slipped. It climbed a part of his stomach, he was immediately rushed to the hospital. We held vigils and prayers, little did I know that the greeting we shared the Saturday morning that heralded this accident was the last, and Tobechi was gone!
I can talk about the youth corp member that fell into a well while we were serving at Osun State or the medical doctor son of Mrs Ojujiofor that just had typhoid and died . I can go on and on and on to buttress my points why I hate only child in a home. The pain of the loss is something I can't relate with, but I have felt some pains at the losses I witnessed at different points in my life because those people were close, very close to me,and at the time it happened, it wasn't funny.
This morning,my cousin who works in the same office with me called me and asked if I have heard what happened at the village. My cousin, an only son whose parents died few years ago had a little argument with a boy living in their compound over snail [imagine! Snail!] and the boy who is an artisan went to his room and picked his machete, came out and slaughtered my cousin. Just like that, he has left a pregnant widow behind. I haven't been able to get my head round this rubbish development. Snail? Don't go behind my room again to look for snail, the other insisted that he will, now see the nonsense that has become the outcome. Uchenna is gone and the boy is now in police custody[another life to be wasted], over what? Snail. I tire o!
Thursday, February 19, 2015
Counterfeit.
It was raining heavily, so heavy that the wipers were just mere formalities on the windscreen. They moved at a snails pace and the vehicle fell completely quiet because of how risky the journey was turning out to be. His mind started playing tricks on him, first all the robbery incidents that took place on that high way started coming back to him the way they were gifted, which one will he even talk about? Kidnap has become like "kpukpukpu ugele", indiscriminately people varnish.
The car headlights? That one that can't pick up any image 3 feet away, na wah o! He should have just gone to sleep at his elder brothers house, what was he rushing back Umuahia to do? One fault he has is that he finds it hard to sleep in anyone's house other than his parents or his own house. The meeting had ended late and every member he knew of was residing at Aba. When the first listening appeared and a faint thunder struck, he muttered to his brother "you sure say I no go sleep?" That one only smiled, knowing he always says that each week but hardly follows up....." You know that you are always welcome and wifey will always prepare your specialty,mmmmh....run along mate, the rain will soon pour down". He shook hands and made a dash for the park and took one of his favorite sitting positions each time he took a commercial bus. He just paid the gushy he bought gala and fanta from the window and was unwrapping the gala when her voice stopped him in his tracks.
He turned sharply while thinking " where did that angelic voice come from?" Immediately he saw the face and the shape, he started practicing everything he has read or learnt on the Power of Attraction and Positive Thinking and got sorely disappointed when she chose the seat directly in front of his own. He sighed at another missed opportunity and started getting irritated at the waste of time, at which point the first drops came and stopped. He seriously considered getting down and even living the money he had already paid for ticket and heading back to the brothers house because it was really getting dark by 6.30 pm and that was a sign of the rains to come.
He only stayed partly because she was still in that vehicle, sitting like one of those Nubian Queens he has read and researched about. By the way, he is well read and informed, a way of life that has taken him to the fore of whatever environment or class he found himself in. Nubian Queen was on phone and he was paying rapt attention to her phone conversation. "I had to stop over at Aba to collect the gift" she missed a bit and continued "Gift ke? I just succeeded in cutting three hours from my journey to Umuahia, you know how bad these Aba roads are?, as I am talking to you now, getting to my house is a big problem when I get to Umuahia, you know that vehicles to that village may not be available and the weather is seriously changing" He started his Attraction practice again, willing all vehicles to which ever village to varnish when they get to Umuahia.
Like the elements heard his prayers because it started pouring almost as Nubian Queen dropped her call at which point the driver knew that waiting for two more passengers to fill the bus is a futile venture. The journey started and the first huddle was how to negotiate the traffic jam at the park area before jumping all those mad potholes that burst tyres when you jump in like an amateur driving. "Ol boy! See cursing a and raking " he considered changing seats severally, but held his peace. "This journey go long naa" , true to his thoughts, the journey was proving too long. Back to the present, the vehicle trudged along the Portharcourt-Enugu expressway on its way to Umuahia, with a headlamp that could barely see your outstretched hands if it were in front, a wiper that wasn't functioning because of how angry the elements were and a heavy breeze that ws increasingly threatening to push the bus off road.
Her phone rang again and she spoke in almost a whisper " for where? We are in the middle of no where, our car is fighting to stay on the road and all the robbers and kidnappers are strolling beside us" atleast Nubiaan has a good sense of humor, the type his mom calls devilish. Thinking of his mom made him start praying, funny guy, he prays whenever he is in serious difficulties " God, please don't let me die, for the same of my born again mom who is a widow, if I die, she will, you know that I am the apple of her eyes and she is the apple of your eyes....you know that she has suffered to raise us since daddy left and I wouldn't like her to pass through such pain again". Funny as it sounds to him when things are normal, but when they are not, he prays it with all sincerity and faith, it seems to work because the other day robbers attacked them at Iseleuku in Delta and he ran into that bush amidst hot pursuit from them in the daytime o, haaa! daytime! and they were just passing in front of the tiny bush where he hid and didn't see him is a proof that the prayer really works.
Nubian spoke to the woman by her left and as if on cue, the vehicle lurched and stopped. " driver, what is it naa?!"...a scared voice from the back shouted, one could sense and smell and even touch the fear in that bus. He was calm, after all he has said his saving prayer and Nubian was calm too. He mused " is this girl human? Everyone is panicking except her, are you sure she is not one of those mermaids or possessed girls they tell us about in church" anyway, today na today. A woman stepped down from the front of the vehicle, and he wondered how she could tell which junction she was dropping at because he couldn't see nada. " Driver which junction is that?" Nubian calmly asked as the vehicle continued its tortuous journey. It turned out that the passed junction was Ntigha junction, he started feeling better " two more junctions to go and now, we will leave enemy territory" he thought with a smile on his face. The enemy territory thing was as a result of the Ngwa stories and human meat, a story for another day.
"Hmmmm, this rain won't stop o! Nubian! Nubian! Nubian! How many times did I call you? It won't be easy today, that I promise you".
The car headlights? That one that can't pick up any image 3 feet away, na wah o! He should have just gone to sleep at his elder brothers house, what was he rushing back Umuahia to do? One fault he has is that he finds it hard to sleep in anyone's house other than his parents or his own house. The meeting had ended late and every member he knew of was residing at Aba. When the first listening appeared and a faint thunder struck, he muttered to his brother "you sure say I no go sleep?" That one only smiled, knowing he always says that each week but hardly follows up....." You know that you are always welcome and wifey will always prepare your specialty,mmmmh....run along mate, the rain will soon pour down". He shook hands and made a dash for the park and took one of his favorite sitting positions each time he took a commercial bus. He just paid the gushy he bought gala and fanta from the window and was unwrapping the gala when her voice stopped him in his tracks.
He turned sharply while thinking " where did that angelic voice come from?" Immediately he saw the face and the shape, he started practicing everything he has read or learnt on the Power of Attraction and Positive Thinking and got sorely disappointed when she chose the seat directly in front of his own. He sighed at another missed opportunity and started getting irritated at the waste of time, at which point the first drops came and stopped. He seriously considered getting down and even living the money he had already paid for ticket and heading back to the brothers house because it was really getting dark by 6.30 pm and that was a sign of the rains to come.
He only stayed partly because she was still in that vehicle, sitting like one of those Nubian Queens he has read and researched about. By the way, he is well read and informed, a way of life that has taken him to the fore of whatever environment or class he found himself in. Nubian Queen was on phone and he was paying rapt attention to her phone conversation. "I had to stop over at Aba to collect the gift" she missed a bit and continued "Gift ke? I just succeeded in cutting three hours from my journey to Umuahia, you know how bad these Aba roads are?, as I am talking to you now, getting to my house is a big problem when I get to Umuahia, you know that vehicles to that village may not be available and the weather is seriously changing" He started his Attraction practice again, willing all vehicles to which ever village to varnish when they get to Umuahia.
Like the elements heard his prayers because it started pouring almost as Nubian Queen dropped her call at which point the driver knew that waiting for two more passengers to fill the bus is a futile venture. The journey started and the first huddle was how to negotiate the traffic jam at the park area before jumping all those mad potholes that burst tyres when you jump in like an amateur driving. "Ol boy! See cursing a and raking " he considered changing seats severally, but held his peace. "This journey go long naa" , true to his thoughts, the journey was proving too long. Back to the present, the vehicle trudged along the Portharcourt-Enugu expressway on its way to Umuahia, with a headlamp that could barely see your outstretched hands if it were in front, a wiper that wasn't functioning because of how angry the elements were and a heavy breeze that ws increasingly threatening to push the bus off road.
Her phone rang again and she spoke in almost a whisper " for where? We are in the middle of no where, our car is fighting to stay on the road and all the robbers and kidnappers are strolling beside us" atleast Nubiaan has a good sense of humor, the type his mom calls devilish. Thinking of his mom made him start praying, funny guy, he prays whenever he is in serious difficulties " God, please don't let me die, for the same of my born again mom who is a widow, if I die, she will, you know that I am the apple of her eyes and she is the apple of your eyes....you know that she has suffered to raise us since daddy left and I wouldn't like her to pass through such pain again". Funny as it sounds to him when things are normal, but when they are not, he prays it with all sincerity and faith, it seems to work because the other day robbers attacked them at Iseleuku in Delta and he ran into that bush amidst hot pursuit from them in the daytime o, haaa! daytime! and they were just passing in front of the tiny bush where he hid and didn't see him is a proof that the prayer really works.
Nubian spoke to the woman by her left and as if on cue, the vehicle lurched and stopped. " driver, what is it naa?!"...a scared voice from the back shouted, one could sense and smell and even touch the fear in that bus. He was calm, after all he has said his saving prayer and Nubian was calm too. He mused " is this girl human? Everyone is panicking except her, are you sure she is not one of those mermaids or possessed girls they tell us about in church" anyway, today na today. A woman stepped down from the front of the vehicle, and he wondered how she could tell which junction she was dropping at because he couldn't see nada. " Driver which junction is that?" Nubian calmly asked as the vehicle continued its tortuous journey. It turned out that the passed junction was Ntigha junction, he started feeling better " two more junctions to go and now, we will leave enemy territory" he thought with a smile on his face. The enemy territory thing was as a result of the Ngwa stories and human meat, a story for another day.
"Hmmmm, this rain won't stop o! Nubian! Nubian! Nubian! How many times did I call you? It won't be easy today, that I promise you".
Poisoned Chalice--Part 1
Can this be happening? What is the meaning of this one, eh? She mused as she paced round the living room. This cannot be happening, not now, not again! She was screaming and raging inside, wondering when this jinx will be broken.
Anita paced round the living room, the background noise from the television was irritating her as she scanned the room looking for where she dropped the remote control to mute the noise. ......"hmmm, ISIS and their wahala, when will they stop this world madness?"
Her daughter was unconsolable in her room, with puffy eyes. She left her few minutes ago to gather her thoughts and see if there could be any remedy at this point. "Should I have kept my secret? Does he know too much? Should I open up to her?"..... These were the thoughts she that kept gnawing away at her peace of mind.
She strode back to her daughters room "Nne, stop crying, this isn't the end of the world" she drew her closer as she quietly and slowly wiped her tears and put back the stray strands of her natural her in their rightful place. " shhhh shh shhh, calm down sweetie, you are a strong woman, we are from a long generation of strong women, you will beat this"
Her daughter raised her head and smiled weakly and shook her head as a new wave of tears cascaded down her face, ...." Strong eh?!She laughed out like a maniac "strong eh ?! She started muttering to herself as she buried her face on the pillow, leaving her mums embrace. You can see the pain and the anger on Anita's face, but what can she do? What sort of problem is this? For three days now, her daughter has refused to eat or shower, she has loosened the hair she plaited a day before the events that led to all this pain.
She picked up her phone and went to her room, making sure that she didn't close the door behind her. She ws worried, more worried than she has shown. Her husband has repeatedly reassured her that their daughter will be fine, though she knows she will be, but she is scared of what she will become when she recovers from this. She has to be strong for her, she has to be by her side throughout this test period. She looked at the ceiling before dialing the number,one thought kept coming to her " tell your daughter the truth" one voice kept saying " don't try it, don't you ever try it, you will lose all you have ever worked for and your world will come crashing"
The source of this pain knows the whole truth, but she trusts he won't say a word. He can keep secrets, that she is sure of, but for how long will this remain a secret? She had planned to say something, but events moved faster than she imagined, and now this pain. " If I can survive that cancer, I can survive anything, this is the fourth generation of women in this lineage that has suffered this, and I bet this will be the last" immediately she said this, her sanity started coming back and she remembered her mothers words " it pains me that this same this is repeating with you" her mother had said twenty five years ago and she remembers vividly her response " mama, if it has to repeat itself to get sorted out, let it, I cannot be the sacrificial lamb for you people" the mother had merely laughed at her ignorance.
Twenty five years later, everything has become clearer. She now has a new resolve within herself. Ifeoma will be the last to suffer this, "my daughter will be the last to suffer this". She picked her phone and called the husband " honey, please make some transfer to me, I am taking Ifeoma on a journey to Lagos, we will spend two weeks" the man was confused on the reappearance of his wife's spontaneity, she used to be that spur if the moment person, but child birth and raising children has toned her down a bit. " I will give you details when we come back" she dropped the call. "It is time for Ifeoma to meet her real father" she mused.
Anita paced round the living room, the background noise from the television was irritating her as she scanned the room looking for where she dropped the remote control to mute the noise. ......"hmmm, ISIS and their wahala, when will they stop this world madness?"
Her daughter was unconsolable in her room, with puffy eyes. She left her few minutes ago to gather her thoughts and see if there could be any remedy at this point. "Should I have kept my secret? Does he know too much? Should I open up to her?"..... These were the thoughts she that kept gnawing away at her peace of mind.
She strode back to her daughters room "Nne, stop crying, this isn't the end of the world" she drew her closer as she quietly and slowly wiped her tears and put back the stray strands of her natural her in their rightful place. " shhhh shh shhh, calm down sweetie, you are a strong woman, we are from a long generation of strong women, you will beat this"
Her daughter raised her head and smiled weakly and shook her head as a new wave of tears cascaded down her face, ...." Strong eh?!She laughed out like a maniac "strong eh ?! She started muttering to herself as she buried her face on the pillow, leaving her mums embrace. You can see the pain and the anger on Anita's face, but what can she do? What sort of problem is this? For three days now, her daughter has refused to eat or shower, she has loosened the hair she plaited a day before the events that led to all this pain.
She picked up her phone and went to her room, making sure that she didn't close the door behind her. She ws worried, more worried than she has shown. Her husband has repeatedly reassured her that their daughter will be fine, though she knows she will be, but she is scared of what she will become when she recovers from this. She has to be strong for her, she has to be by her side throughout this test period. She looked at the ceiling before dialing the number,one thought kept coming to her " tell your daughter the truth" one voice kept saying " don't try it, don't you ever try it, you will lose all you have ever worked for and your world will come crashing"
The source of this pain knows the whole truth, but she trusts he won't say a word. He can keep secrets, that she is sure of, but for how long will this remain a secret? She had planned to say something, but events moved faster than she imagined, and now this pain. " If I can survive that cancer, I can survive anything, this is the fourth generation of women in this lineage that has suffered this, and I bet this will be the last" immediately she said this, her sanity started coming back and she remembered her mothers words " it pains me that this same this is repeating with you" her mother had said twenty five years ago and she remembers vividly her response " mama, if it has to repeat itself to get sorted out, let it, I cannot be the sacrificial lamb for you people" the mother had merely laughed at her ignorance.
Twenty five years later, everything has become clearer. She now has a new resolve within herself. Ifeoma will be the last to suffer this, "my daughter will be the last to suffer this". She picked her phone and called the husband " honey, please make some transfer to me, I am taking Ifeoma on a journey to Lagos, we will spend two weeks" the man was confused on the reappearance of his wife's spontaneity, she used to be that spur if the moment person, but child birth and raising children has toned her down a bit. " I will give you details when we come back" she dropped the call. "It is time for Ifeoma to meet her real father" she mused.
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