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LOVE HAPPENS chapter 7

LOVE HAPPENS
Chapter 7

Excitement flooded through her mind as Tess helped her to select the cloth to wear for the date. It wasn’t her first time going on a date but this was different, this man was different. And she wasn’t going to the date for romance but for a challenge. She was still the strong woman she always was and she intended on proving that tonight. “You came yesterday and you already have a date, isn’t this superb” Tess’ voice brought her back to the presence of her room. The room wasn’t empty anymore, Tess has helped her unpack stuffs, everything was very beautiful. From the gorgeous bed with black and white bedsheets to the white neat wardrobe that stood opposite it. Katie was glad the bed was by the window where she could easily see the view of the street. There weren’t much houses in the town like in the city, instead, beautiful views of the riverside, the woods on her left view. The surrounding was filled with green grass just like a feild and a beautiful garden was just opposite her window. She remembered vividly her childhood days when she was living like an island princess, her mother would always take her for a walk every morning where she would see other children doing the same thing. Those days when she dreamt of becoming like her mother, of finding true love, of having her kids and of bring a spectacular mom. But everything got away that very night when those two men in black invaded her home and killed her parents.
“Surprising isn’t it?” Katie said as she walked down to the mirror right beside her bed on the other side and pushed a comb through her blonde hair. She was a blonde, yeah. But she wasn’t a beautiful blonde. Some said she was too thin to be sexy. She was bursty, the only thing that brought guys to her and her hips were carved just fit for her body. Her legs were too long but they were beautiful, not sexy. She took time taking care of herself than anything, she still had the dream of becoming like her mother even if all other dreams were lost. “I was just meant to repair his car, it led to all of this” Tess came to her and hugged her from the back. “Oh ain’t you a lucky one” How she wished she was. Katie smiled back at her. “Don’t misunderstand me, its not a romantic dare, there is nothing special bout it” Katie told her. “Romantic or not, its still a date sweetheart and you need it. You need to take a break from work”
Oh she can’t, Katie thought, she hasn’t achieved her goal of being an independent woman. She came to Danpa to complete her house, she was going to own a house, she had a car and she was working towards having her own business. She was going to be an independent woman and she would be inferior to no one. “Tess I don’t need to. Its all I need, besides i’m not really good at relationship stuffs, you should know” Tess finally helped her to select a black gown. “Oh, isn’t that too shiny, you know I hate flashy things” Katie warned. Tess sighed. She knew it was difficult to select a cloth for Katie. Her choice of what to wear has always been different from other girls’. “No its not, its the twentieth cloth you are rejecting, if you continue this way, you’d be late for your date with him” Tess told her as she brought out a nice blue slim-fitted gown with designed embroidery, white petals with a big white rosebud on the left breast. It was gorgeous and Katie remembered being given as a gift on her last birthday by Tony lorrel, her last boyfriend. She hadn’t worn it for once as it brought back memories of how things ended between them. Tony never believed anything she said, there was a time he thought her insane, anyone she got close to thought she was insane at a stage, except Tess of course, the only person who understood her trauma and still stood by her. She looked at the table clock on the cosmetics table under her mirror, it was past seven. “You know why I can’t wear that Tess” Katie looked at the cloth disgustingly. “Are u angry at the cloth or yourself? You can’t continue to pour your anger on the cloth for the past seven months now. It’s got nothing to do with Tony” Tess told her and started to remove the cloth from the hanger. Katie used to tell Tess about Tony whom she thought she loved through their regular phone call, they could talk about him for long, Katie had high hopes for him and hoped he wouldn’t be like her other boyfriends but he was no different.
“Dress up fast and let me do your make-up, you need to look extremely beautiful tonight.” Tess smiled as she helped Katie wear her gown. “Oh goodness Tess, told ya i’m not going to impress anyone, its just a challenge between us” katie told her so she wouldn’t get her hopes up. “Well I hope you lose” Tess chuckled. “Shut up Tess, you know I never lose” Tess helped her with her make-up and also styled her hair. She found a befitting silver heels for her with a silver shaw that she wrapped around her body, by the time they were done, it was past eight, the receptionist had called that a car was waiting for her, just as Fred had said. “Goodluck baby” Tess pecked her as she took her silver purse and went to the elevator. She was looking attractive but not beautiful, every girl on make-up would and her worst regret was not being stunning or beautiful. Tess had styled her hair for her, she had applied her usual perfume. She made sure she wasn’t too glamourous so as not to seem too excited about the date which she in fact was.
She saw the car and the chauffeur and recognised them out of the cars, it was an expensive car and only a guy like Fred could own it, not those living in the 12-storied apartment. She greeted the chauffeur and entered. He drove off. Many thing clouded her mind on how the night would be, her thought went back to last night when they had been intimate, it was nothing official and they followed their nerves. But this was official and planned. She pondered on how it was going to end. The car finally stopped at an eatery, more like an hotel. It was huge and large. Well, she didn’t expect less. It must have been new because when she was still here, she never heard of Begger Hills. Suspense embraced her then, what would Fred think of her when he saw her, would he think her ugly?? Well, she wouldn’t be surprised. She was about asking the chauffeur where to go to when she felt him before seeing him. She looked to the direction of the entrance and there he was, standing with a broad smile on his face, he approached her. Katie didn’t know why her heart was beating fast, waiting for his comment. Why did his opinion matter anyway?. He was looking more handsome tonight and casual. She had expected him to be one of those guys who wore official suits and all, but he was different. He wore a tailored trousers with a matching turtle-necked top, his hair was styled obviously by a stylist and his shoes weren’t from the country by the look of it. “My Lady, shall we proceed?” He asked and gestured for her to lead the way which she in fact did. He hadn’t complimented her, maybe he thought her ugly after all. She had told herself she wouldn’t be surprised yet it hurt her. She wanted to impress him.
They got to a table and a waitress was already waiting for them, it was an enclosed area from the other public tables. Fred must have booked it. He brought out a chair for her and she had her sit with Fred opposite her. She tried to force her gaze off his face and figure but she couldn’t. He could be called beautiful if it wasn’t so girlish. “You are welcome ma’am. Oops and before we order, I want to introduce you to my friend and partner, Tony Lorrel” Fred said just as a man came from the back room to their table. Katie stood up immediately, she couldn’t believe her eyes. Tony! Gosh why Tony, what the hell was he doing here anyway? Was her ex-boyfriend going to have dinner with them. Holy crap, what kind of punishment is this. Her past together with the fear she wanna overcome, dining with her. That was so unfair. Tony came forward and took her hand as she gave it, then kissed it. He was still the same as he had been months ago, he was still handsome and stunning but not compared to the man beside him. “Katie Laurens” She tried for a fake smile as they all settled down. Then memories of her break up with Tony and the reasons why started to rush through her head, she could never forget how it started that night.

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LOVE HAPPENS chapter 6

LOVE HAPPENS
Chapter 6

Excitement flooded through her mind as Tess helped her to select the cloth to wear for the date. It wasn’t her first time going on a date but this was different, this man was different. And she wasn’t going to the date for romance but for a challenge. She was still the strong woman she always was and she intended on proving that tonight. “You came yesterday and you already have a date, isn’t this superb” Tess’ voice brought her back to the presence of her room. The room wasn’t empty anymore, Tess has helped her unpack stuffs, everything was very beautiful. From the gorgeous bed with black and white bedsheets to the white neat wardrobe that stood opposite it. Katie was glad the bed was by the window where she could easily see the view of the street. There weren’t much houses in the town like in the city, instead, beautiful views of the riverside, the woods on her left view. The surrounding was filled with green grass just like a feild and a beautiful garden was just opposite her window. She remembered vividly her childhood days when she was living like an island princess, her mother would always take her for a walk every morning where she would see other children doing the same thing. Those days when she dreamt of becoming like her mother, of finding true love, of having her kids and of bring a spectacular mom. But everything got away that very night when those two men in black invaded her home and killed her parents.
“Surprising isn’t it?” Katie said as she walked down to the mirror right beside her bed on the other side and pushed a comb through her blonde hair. She was a blonde, yeah. But she wasn’t a beautiful blonde. Some said she was too thin to be sexy. She was bursty, the only thing that brought guys to her and her hips were carved just fit for her body. Her legs were too long but they were beautiful, not sexy. She took time taking care of herself than anything, she still had the dream of becoming like her mother even if all other dreams were lost. “I was just meant to repair his car, it led to all of this” Tess came to her and hugged her from the back. “Oh ain’t you a lucky one” How she wished she was. Katie smiled back at her. “Don’t misunderstand me, its not a romantic dare, there is nothing special bout it” Katie told her. “Romantic or not, its still a date sweetheart and you need it. You need to take a break from work”
Oh she can’t, Katie thought, she hasn’t achieved her goal of being an independent woman. She came to Danpa to complete her house, she was going to own a house, she had a car and she was working towards having her own business. She was going to be an independent woman and she would be inferior to no one. “Tess I don’t need to. Its all I need, besides i’m not really good at relationship stuffs, you should know” Tess finally helped her to select a black gown. “Oh, isn’t that too shiny, you know I hate flashy things” Katie warned. Tess sighed. She knew it was difficult to select a cloth for Katie. Her choice of what to wear has always been different from other girls’. “No its not, its the twentieth cloth you are rejecting, if you continue this way, you’d be late for your date with him” Tess told her as she brought out a nice blue slim-fitted gown with designed embroidery, white petals with a big white rosebud on the left breast. It was gorgeous and Katie remembered being given as a gift on her last birthday by Tony lorrel, her last boyfriend. She hadn’t worn it for once as it brought back memories of how things ended between them. Tony never believed anything she said, there was a time he thought her insane, anyone she got close to thought she was insane at a stage, except Tess of course, the only person who understood her trauma and still stood by her. She looked at the table clock on the cosmetics table under her mirror, it was past seven. “You know why I can’t wear that Tess” Katie looked at the cloth disgustingly. “Are u angry at the cloth or yourself? You can’t continue to pour your anger on the cloth for the past seven months now. It’s got nothing to do with Tony” Tess told her and started to remove the cloth from the hanger. Katie used to tell Tess about Tony whom she thought she loved through their regular phone call, they could talk about him for long, Katie had high hopes for him and hoped he wouldn’t be like her other boyfriends but he was no different.
“Dress up fast and let me do your make-up, you need to look extremely beautiful tonight.” Tess smiled as she helped Katie wear her gown. “Oh goodness Tess, told ya i’m not going to impress anyone, its just a challenge between us” katie told her so she wouldn’t get her hopes up. “Well I hope you lose” Tess chuckled. “Shut up Tess, you know I never lose” Tess helped her with her make-up and also styled her hair. She found a befitting silver heels for her with a silver shaw that she wrapped around her body, by the time they were done, it was past eight, the receptionist had called that a car was waiting for her, just as Fred had said. “Goodluck baby” Tess pecked her as she took her silver purse and went to the elevator. She was looking attractive but not beautiful, every girl on make-up would and her worst regret was not being stunning or beautiful. Tess had styled her hair for her, she had applied her usual perfume. She made sure she wasn’t too glamourous so as not to seem too excited about the date which she in fact was.
She saw the car and the chauffeur and recognised them out of the cars, it was an expensive car and only a guy like Fred could own it, not those living in the 12-storied apartment. She greeted the chauffeur and entered. He drove off. Many thing clouded her mind on how the night would be, her thought went back to last night when they had been intimate, it was nothing official and they followed their nerves. But this was official and planned. She pondered on how it was going to end. The car finally stopped at an eatery, more like an hotel. It was huge and large. Well, she didn’t expect less. It must have been new because when she was still here, she never heard of Begger Hills. Suspense embraced her then, what would Fred think of her when he saw her, would he think her ugly?? Well, she wouldn’t be surprised. She was about asking the chauffeur where to go to when she felt him before seeing him. She looked to the direction of the entrance and there he was, standing with a broad smile on his face, he approached her. Katie didn’t know why her heart was beating fast, waiting for his comment. Why did his opinion matter anyway?. He was looking more handsome tonight and casual. She had expected him to be one of those guys who wore official suits and all, but he was different. He wore a tailored trousers with a matching turtle-necked top, his hair was styled obviously by a stylist and his shoes weren’t from the country by the look of it. “My Lady, shall we proceed?” He asked and gestured for her to lead the way which she in fact did. He hadn’t complimented her, maybe he thought her ugly after all. She had told herself she wouldn’t be surprised yet it hurt her. She wanted to impress him.
They got to a table and a waitress was already waiting for them, it was an enclosed area from the other public tables. Fred must have booked it. He brought out a chair for her and she had her sit with Fred opposite her. She tried to force her gaze off his face and figure but she couldn’t. He could be called beautiful if it wasn’t so girlish. “You are welcome ma’am. Oops and before we order, I want to introduce you to my friend and partner, Tony Lorrel” Fred said just as a man came from the back room to their table. Katie stood up immediately, she couldn’t believe her eyes. Tony! Gosh why Tony, what the hell was he doing here anyway? Was her ex-boyfriend going to have dinner with them. Holy crap, what kind of punishment is this. Her past together with the fear she wanna overcome, dining with her. That was so unfair. Tony came forward and took her hand as she gave it, then kissed it. He was still the same as he had been months ago, he was still handsome and stunning but not compared to the man beside him. “Katie Laurens” She tried for a fake smile as they all settled down. Then memories of her break up with Tony and the reasons why started to rush through her head, she could never forget how it started that night.

EXEMPTION by Melancholia

“You may now come and pay your last respects to our brother and son, Albert” intoned the smallish bald headed pastor who looked like he was performing an overly rehearsed drama as though he needed to act as required to elicit the appropriate emotion from the congregation.

“Oya, go and see your husband for the last time” mama nudges me silently and I stand up from the hard mahogany chair that is reserved for “close relatives of the deceased” and walk monotonously to the large table where the shiny black lacquered coffin is laid. A solemn looking boy with an attire of a drab black two piece suit similar to that of the pastor’s comes forward and opens the top half of the coffin, baring my husband’s face with its deep creases and receeding hairline, you would think that in death, the thin lines that never seemed to smoothen out of his always sulky face would disappear, leaving it as a dead man’s face should be; peaceful and expressionless. Looking at his face now, the memories I tried hard to suppress burst free from the tightly locked vault that I buried them in. A hand crawls up my arm offering me the comfort I do not need and I look to my left to see Ruth’s beautiful face stained with tears and her eyes red and swollen, it takes my mind to those nights when Ruth would softly walk into the spacious bedroom I shared with Albert, find me cowered and crooning in pain beside the king sized bed and say to me “Madam let me help you”, I would look up, see her watery eyes, smile tightly and say “It’s okay Ruth, I can manage on my own”. Looking at her now, I absently wonder if those tears staining her coffee coloured plump cheeks were tears of pain or tears of guilt because she had been there that night and had witnessed all that happened.

As the memories become loose and free, they began to float and wander around, impelling me to revoke events that if I could, I would rather not recall. My ears still ring from how mama had yelled “Eeehhhhhh oo, God why have you taken my supporter?” that cold morning when I called and said to her tonelessly “Mama, Albert is dead”. I turn and look at her sad face and I remember how she said to me in that high pitched voice I seemed to fear when I was younger “A good African woman must never speak against her husband” when I narrated to her the story surrounding my bandage covered head while lying in the hospital bed. I turn back and mentally debate if it was biologically plausible to loathe one’s mother as I do mine.

“God ooo, where is my brother? Someone pinch me! Chineke oooo” Aunty Ije wails as she walks forward to also “pay her last respect”, held up by three women who take turns to say to her “N’do, take heart my sister”. I never liked the woman, whether it is because of how she would come to Albert’s house and speak igbo to him while making scornful eyes at me or it is because of the greedy way she always looked at the pricey pearls Albert bought for me whenever I wore them to the yearly celebration we had in the village, I am not sure. I remember how she trooped in dramatically with other family members, when they learnt of Albert’s death. They had requested to see his body and when they did, Aunty Ije had rushed at me with long fingernails threatening to tear the skin off my face. “You poisoned him, you witch, you killed my brother” she had said, sobbing. Her husband tore her away from me and said in a hushed tone “Behave yourself, Ije”. Till now, it is quite surprising to me how they did not accuse me further of Albert’s death or perform those rites they did for widows, I can not tell if it is because Albert’s death cleared the way for their greedy hands to latch on his several bank accounts and they did not mind his death or because they could never imagine that the timorous wife would kill her invincible husband. I look at Albert’s creasy face one last time and I am reminded of how he would scrunch up his face and pant in anger on those nights when he said in his gruff voice “Take off your clothes” and I would beg “Not tonight, please my husband”. Of course my begging would not deter him as he would raise his large arms and drop them heavily on my temple urging me to hastily scramble away from said clothes. He would thrust ardently between my thighs, his flaccid belly slapping my abdomen while I lie dispassionately under him and wait impatiently for when his thrusts would become frenzied and his lewd groans would fill my ears. I would endure his weight for thirty seconds till I could hear his loud snores and pull him off me, straightening and walking numbly to the bathroom to wash off the moist stickiness seeping down my thighs. I remember also, those days when I would stagger to his office after Yemisi, my female driver drops me off in front of the huge building that was his company and I would smile and tell the concerned workers “Oh, I fell on the slippery bathroom floor” when they asked about my unsteady gait and the bits of sore purple skin that my dark sunglasses failed to conceal.

“Ah ah, what were you doing there since” mama complains when I sit back down on the hard chair. The church is one of the ‘big men’s’ churches in Lagos and I wonder why they have chairs without cushions. “Sorry mama” I mutter, even though I do not know what I am sorry for. “I can’t believe that this man is dead, who will help us now eh? You refused to give him at least, one child, just one. Now all his selfish people will push you out of his house as if you never existed” Mama continued to complain. Albert and I had carried out several tests to find out why our seven years of marriage never yielded a child. When we leave the doctor’s office after he would try to console us by saying “There is absolutely nothing wrong with you, let us pray for God’s blessings”, I would quickly stop and tap my body dramatically, pretending to look for an item, then I would slap my forehead and look pleadingly at Albert, begging to return to the doctor’s office to retrieve my forgotten cellphone, he would look disapprovingly at me and say “Hurry” and I would quickly rush back and give Doctor Ade the brown envelope I always gave him while he looks at me with guilty eyes and say what he always said “Ma, I can’t keep on lying to your husband, if he finds out, he would destroy my career”. I would appreciate his discretion, stretch out my arms to receive the bottle of pills he held out to me and stuff them in my bra.

I still jolt with an alarming suddenness everytime I see my late husband’s face in my nightmares. I would wake up sweating and shivering recalling how frightened I was in the dark small room that I was locked in for two weeks, my stomach turning from the stench of my breath and from the odour oozing from the dried urine and faeces cohabiting with me. On the night after I had decided in my heart that I would die, Albert had come in, covering his nose from the smell and screwing up his face in disgust. He had carried me out, saying carelessly to whomever was standing there “Clean up the place” and dropped me in the hot tub downstairs, not wanting me to “soil the bathroom upstairs”, calling on Ruth to “assist me in washing off”. Ruth had come in and I saw how she struggled to keep from pinching her nose tight, I turned my face away from her, too weak to shed the tears prickling the back of my eyes. It was a punishment for smiling too wide at the young man who had visited Albert few weeks back and said that I had fine teeth.

Sitting there, in the big church where Albert’s funeral service is being held, it occurs to me sharply that I am free, free from the torment and anguish, from the broken bones and the blood, even though I would never see clearly from my left eyes, I am free. I reminisce with joy at how relaxed I held the bottle of methylated spirit, shaken at first I felt when I handed over to him his nightly glass of sour cream and pineapple juice, my heart beat loudly in euphoria and I started to laugh excitedly as I saw how fitfully he jerked and convulsed, I weeped in utter joy as I notice the tiny white bubbles that converged erratically and trailed down his cheek onto the soft oriental rug laid out in the sitting room. I looked on in delight as his trembling arms shivered up to touch my knee imploringly. His grunts of pain inciting my pleasured giggles and warming my insides with gratification. And at last, when a deep vacancy replaced the fright and terror in his eyes, I beamed, replete with tranquility. A soft whimper had touched my ears and I looked to where the sound came from, Ruth stood, hands covering her mouth tautly. “Your Oga is dead” I pronounced and she had come over, hugging me fervently while whispering “I won’t tell madam, I promise I won’t tell”

No one had questioned my cool manner as regards Albert’s death, I never cried or bawled. They all thought that I was still numb from the shock, I know that my mother suspects the true cause of Albert’s death and did not believe that he died from a heart attack as I had told them. I was scared at first that they would carry out an autopsy and see traces of the poison in his body but his family never seemed to care about that and amazingly accepted what I told them. Maybe one day the guilt would choke Ruth till she goes to the authorities and blurt out what she knows or tell someone who would in turn tell someone until the truth comes to light but till then I listen on with concealed glee as I sit and watch the travesty of a funeral.

The NEW COMER IN MY CLASS

THE NEW COMER IN MY CLASS
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I was teaching Literature when Ebube Musheme came into the class. Ebube was the most hunky student I had ever seen. He was tall and fat simultaneously like someone who had carried weight all through his life. Ebube’s voice alone could make a timorous student cry and make an elderly person run helter skelter. Ebube’s chests were bouncy and hefty. I always thought I was huge but Ebube proved that thought wrong.
When he came into the class, I thought he was a teacher and I started introducing him to all the seated students. As I told him to go to the staff room to greet the remaining teachers, he laughed tauntingly and said, ” I am a student sir. Where should I sit?”
I never believed Ebube was a student till he showed me his books and materials. I ordered him to sit at the back, since the front space had been occupied, and I continued my teaching. The next thing that happened was that, one of the students sitting at the back raised his hand. I thought he wanted to ask questions not knowing he wanted to report. He said, “Uncle, Ebube broke my pen.” I wondered how could a 10 mins new comer commit such atrocity. I kept the little boy shut, ignored his report then continued with my teaching. Another girl raised her hand from the back seat.
“Yes, any questions?”, I asked. ” Sir, Ebube stepped on me intentionally,” she said.
That time around, I was vexed. I
commanded Ebube to stand then I said, ‘Ebu! Eb! Ebube, what happened nah? You should respect yourself o. Why are you troubling them?’
‘No mind them Jare, they no wan no play. I go give them slap now if they report again’, Ebube said with a masculine voice.
‘If they report you again, I may be forced to discipline you, too. Is that understood?’ I said annoyingly.
‘Uncle, shey you dey whine me ni? Nah you wan beat me abi? Let’s see. If they born them well, may them report,’ Ebube said disrespectedly. I was afraid deep within me. I did as if I didn’t hear what Ebube said even though other students exclaimed; ‘Ah! Uncle, don’t you hear him?’
My prayer was that, no students should report him again till I finished my Literature class and get out. As I was
rushing my lectures, a stupid boy whose name I still remember, Ibrahim, raised his hand from the back.
‘Uncleeeee! Ebube poured ink on my new school uniform. My mummy will kill me.’ Pa! Pa! Ebube lashed him slaps. Glasses fell from my eyes, piece of chalk thrown down, then I moved closer to Ebube with fears in my heart, I successfully returned the two slaps. Ebube came out of the tightened chair, his eyes reddened with revenge, drew nearer to me, sniffed in terror, then….
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Episode continues!

MY STEP FATHER IS DEAD: BY OPEYEMI ADESOKAN

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Opeyemi writes; Episode One
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My step father made me sleep with my three younger sisters, Aishat, Bola and Ewatomi who were five, seven and ten years old respectively. My mother was a petty trader and a workaholic woman who sold food stuff in a market very far from the house we lived. Needful to say, she was not always at home; only my step father, my sisters and I that were always left to see the dawn and dust of the day. Perhaps, my step father did pretend as if he was capable of taking care of us whenever my mother was at sight. He never did any work than to collect money from my mother forcefully and spent them on gambling.

The first time I slept with my immediate sibling, Ewatomi, I felt as if a curse was enchanted on me. Everybody knew I wouldn’t do it intentionally, but I was forced and beaten. My step father had naked Ewatomi and told me to sleep on her. I was just twelve but well aware of what the repercussion might be, if I rebuked. Ewatomi was very beautiful and she kept her virginity well. I had always protected her from men because I never wanted her to get into a wrong hand and the fact that I took my sister’s virginity was something that befuddled my life every time I reminisced. When I slept on Ewatomi, I could see her crying and quivering bitterly. All my step father had always made me do to her was fingering and today he had requested sex. I had no choice than to do it: he could kill me at once if I tried to hinder his pleasure of staring.

Throughout the whole scenario, Ewatomi cried and bled profusely on her private part; she was deflowered. When I finished with her, my step father told me,’ good boy, I am sure it feels good, didn’t it?’ I didn’t answer as I assisted Ewatomi up and took her to the bathroom for clean up. In that same way, I took Aishat’s and Bola’s virginities by fingering because they were too small to be penetrated. I knew my sisters would never forgive me whenever they recount the experience but a man overwhelmed with fear will hardly say ‘no’ to the ‘yes’. We dare not tell our mother, she wouldn’t listen; we were so even scared of our step father’s menace. We couldn’t not even confide in our neighbours because we had no close buddy ones. On Sundays when mummy was to be around, she would be sleeping all day after the church service and if at all she needed a company that of our step father pleased her. A day came, Ewatomi and I decided to seek justice ourselves. We couldn’t allow the man to go unscathed, unpunished. That day, my step father had told us to prepare Pap for him that he wished to drink it. We knew his favorite dessert was Pap so we prepared it so deliciously. We had been able to get a venomous leaf that secreted paroxysmal eruptive deranging poison. If one tasted that leaf one would begin to die swiftly, if care was hardly taken. If a small child takes it, it could lead to its death! Then we put the poisonous water of the leaf into his pap and mixed it together. We took it to him. We waited in expectancy for him to eat and die! Just die and go to hell but that old man never ate it. He continued to laze waiting for it to get cooler. When it got cool, he drew it closer to himself, he wanted to take the first spoon when he heard Aishat crying. Aishat was crying because she was bleeding! She was still suffering from the vagina damage she got of recent, and the bleeding had been so continual.

When my step father saw Aishat would not stop crying unless she was placated with something, he annoyingly pushed the Pap to her and said, ‘Drink the pap stupid girl and shut off your dirty mouth! Drink it and stop crying!’ Aishat encircled the Pap greedily. Well fit to swallow it. My eyes darted to Ewatimo’s side in fear! Aishat shrugged her little tiny sunken shoulders towards me and said,’. Ehn Ehn begi begi.’ She blew the first spoon again

and it was sure….
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Episode continues!

*Baba Ijebu* By Chiedozie Ude

*’Mama and papa dem they play baba Ijebu,’ unknown singer.*

I see myself as a pretty smart guy, but there is one thing I have never been able to figure out. That one thing is the intricacies of the lottery game called ‘Baba Ijebu’. What baffles me the most about the game is how the so called uneducated men and women sit or rather stand in front of a wooden shack (they never use a good shop, and I have no idea why because I feel they should be millionaires since they say it’s very lucrative) where the game is being played and delicately perform staggering feats of calculation. They would mention so many numbers and be like ‘Ele ma wole’ (this one go enter). If only they paid close attention to mathematics while at school, I guess Nigeria could have been a Nation with a plethora of world class mathematicians.

Where did I enter this madness? Yesterday, yes, just yesterday, a close friend of mine called me from his place of work, and told me that he was about to send some numbers to me, and that I should go and place a bet on them because he could not leave work to do so. Being naturally paranoid and difficult, I said no at first because I do not gamble and secondly because I’ve known this dude for seven years and we’ve never done something like this. But after a long conversation on the phone, I agreed to his harebrained scheme because he declared his coworker allegedly saw some numbers in his dream, and also, winning was certain. So, I reluctantly decided to sacrifice my DEAR HUNDRED NAIRA note.

‘Walahi, if this game no enter, you go refund me,’ I said. ‘Shame no gree me go vendor play am’ so I sent someone else to place the bet for me. As fate would have it, the person also did not understand the intricacies of the game.

This evening, I received a call and my friend said ‘Omo, two numbers enter o, we don chop 4k,’ I was like wow, let’s go and cash out and my guy jokingly said he’d refund the money I used to play it. ‘Ogbeni, no play rough play with me,’ I said, narrowing my eyes dangerously.

We cashed out, split the money and immediately, another man came to meet us saying ‘my dear brothers, I see numbers for dream’.

Chai!! Nigerians
Lol, that one na for him pocket, “money wey we just win u want make we invest am again. We no do, thank you”

MY EXPERIENCE AT THE OLARENWAJU’S HOME 2: by Opeyemi Adesokan

Episode Two

Nervously, I sat ruminatinig what the next scene would be. A lot of things came into my mind. At first, I thought about the fact that Subomi might have framed lies for her father. I thought about the fact that Mr Olarenwaju was a retired fierced soldier who did not tolerete nonsense.

As I was still contemplating these fearful thoughts, Sola broke into my reverie. “Uncle! Uncle!” she called. “what happened?” i snapped. “I am very hungry, I haven’t eaten anything since morning and i can see you are very busy. Call me when you are done” she said and left immediately. I was trying to call her back when I heard foot steps echoing vehemently from the stairs. My mind told me to run for my feeble life but I couldn’t. Beside the gates, were two tall, ugly and hungry looking dogs. The dogs had so much wanted to bite me. They never liked me and they barked and licked their mouths aptly anytime they saw me. It would be a golden opportunity for them, if Mr olarenwaju loosed them for me.

The foot steps drew closer to my hearings. I knew Mr Olarenwaju was coming and I quickly comported myself. Subomi came out first. I was surprised to see her. She looked altered like someone who was beaten by a boxer. I smiled sheepishly, thinking that her father had beaten her the more. I never knew my observation was wrong until when Mr Olarenwaju came out. “I never knew you were a trained boxer” Mr Olarenwaju said angrily. “I never punched her sir! I only gave her slaps sir.” I said quivering in seclusion. “Mr man, I only have few questions to ask you and I want you to answer me directly.” Mr Olarenwaju was taking the matter to the extreme. I had never heard him speak in such a callous baritone voice before. I wanted to frown but I knew that would only worsen the matter. “Did you punch her yes or no?” asked Mr Olarenwaju.” I didn’t punch her sir! I only gave her two faint slaps. Sola and Sade are witnesses sir! Please sir! Let them shed light to the matter. I said pleadingly. “Aunty Subomi wanted to ask question, but uncle immediately gave her blows and slaps on her face” said Sade, the last daughter. Sade was the one I hated most among the girls. She always looked for my flaws. She was so happy to go against me. She had once told me she would do anything to stop me from continuing teaching them. Indeed, her plans were being materialized. With lots of arguments and evidences, Mr Olarenwaju was convinced that I had given Subomi punches: his lovely daughter. He held my collar and lifted me up. My legs were swinging like someone who had fever coupled with a lethal malaria. I tried to free myself in nothingness as I remembered my latest poem; AGONY TIME. He threw me down and I banged my head on the glass table where i taught; blood gushed out. I reluctantly stood up and said “Sir! I am not interested in teaching your children again. Don’t bother to pay me for the ones I have done. Please sir! Let go of me. I hate all this nonsense!” Immediately i said those words, Mr Olarenwaju screamed and ran upstairs like someone who was pursued my a ferocious lion. He told the gate keeper to let loose of the dogs then I…
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