Tume held his breath as Nessa stared at him and looked away. Tami had been a great and dependable friend. Tami would do anything to make her happy. It was payback time.
“So you noticed she’s been keeping to herself lately? It’s okay. She can come home with us. It’s even better. She needs proper care. I’ll ensure she’s well cared for,” she replied.
Tume relaxed. He shouldn’t have worried. His wife loved Tami so much and would do anything for her. He felt sad suddenly. He loved her but had failed her. He would look for a way to make up for his unpardonable behaviour towards her. A provoked trousers snake has no conscience! That’s one tool that could destroy even the most powerful king.
He pulled his wife into his arms, planted a kiss on her forehead and draped his hand around her shoulders as they walked back into the room where Tami was waiting.
“Tami, you are going home with us. We can’t have you falling ill with no one to take care of you. Nessa and I want you to come home with us,” Tume told her while Nessa nodded with a big smile.
“Babe, I’ll nurse you until you are delivered of our baby,” Nessa said with a sincere smile.
Tami was confused. How could she reject this offer? She was lonely, especially at nights and the Blood Pressure issue was a big problem. What if no one was around when it started? What would have happened to her? She shuddered at the thought and Nessa asked if she was cold.
“No babe, just thinking what could have happened if I was alone in the house when I had that splitting headache,” she said truthfully, adding, “Thanks for being there for me all the time.”
Tami had been in Nessa’s place for over three weeks. They had been so good to her. She had not gone on leave in three years. She had thrown herself into her job since she broke up with Dele. Now she had three years accumulated leave plus her three months maternity leave which her office had graciously approved. So she stayed at home while Tume and Nessa went to work. She had dissuaded Tume from sneaking back home after Nessa had left for the office. She’d been bad to her friend, but she wouldn’t defile her home.
“Tami, I really can’t understand why you won’t talk about the father of your baby. I never, in my wildest dream, believe you could keep things from me. If you don’t tell me, who will you tell? You begged me to keep the news away from Daddy, which I did. How else do I prove my friendship and loyalty to you?”
She sighed. Nessa’s words made her very weak. They were alone in the house. Tume had a business meeting with some clients somewhere in town.
She sighed again and began, “My dear sister, keeping this secret from you has caused me sleepless nights. I never believed I could hide anything from you. Am very sorry. We make mistakes and at times, we find ourselves in situations that we cannot help. I found myself in such a situation about eight months ago.”
Nessa moved closer and Tami continued, “If a seer had foreseen what happened more than eight months ago, I wouldn’t have believed it. But it happened. I shudder whenever I remember that incident. What is it with passion? Why do we human beings think with our groins when we should think with our heads? Nessa, I cry whenever I think of the betrayal. That a friend could…”
Nessa’s phone rang and she answered it.
“Sweetheart, really, I deserve 100 strokes of cane on my bare buttocks for my foolishness. Could you believe I left the file for this meeting on the dining table? Please you have to bring it for me. My clients will be here any moment from now. Please my love, I’m in Surulere. Will send the address via text message to you now. I love you.”
Nessa smiled and told Tami, “It’s Tume. He forgot the file he would need for his meeting on the dining table. I have to take it to him immediately. Men! I wonder what they think about. Have to rush there dear.”
Tami nodded and muttered under her breath, “Unfortunately, I know what your husband thinks about.”
Nessa changed into a pair of Jeans trousers and top, picked up the file from the dining table .
“Babe, eat and rest o. Our baby needs all the food and rest you can give it. Will be back shortly,” she told Tami as she dashed out.
Alone in the house, Tami stretched out on the couch. She recalled the past few minutes and gasped.
“What did I nearly do now? What was I about to say to Nessa? OMG! Was I about to tell her that I had not only been sleeping with her husband, but expecting his child? Tami, you are totally out of your mind. I’m sure this is how witches feel when they want to confess their evil deeds. Living under this roof with Nessa and Tume is not the best but what choice do I have? Can’t go back home now. My due date is nigh. Moreover, the doctor said it could be earlier,” she said aloud.
She remembered her mother’s favourite saying, “Worry is like a rocking chair, it keeps you busy.”
Her spirit felt heavy. Thoughts of her late mother usually left her so.
“Oh mum. I’m sure this wouldn’t have happened if you were alive. I’m sorry I have disappointed you. You loved Nessa as your own child. I’m sorry mum. Please forgive me. How do I get out of this?”
The activities in her womb were increasing. She wasn’t feeling any pain but something strange was happening in there. She tried to sleep. The PHCN did not disappoint, it was holding on to power firmly, so she couldn’t switched on the television which would have kept her company. Turning on the generator was out of it because she didn’t have the strength to do that.
She picked up her phone and noticed that the battery was almost drained. “This is one problem with this Android phone,” she said and tried to relax.
About 50 minutes later, she woke up with a start. She felt like using the loo. On her way back from the loo, she felt a cramp in her left thigh and stopped immediately. It eased off after a few minutes and she walked back to the couch and tried to sleep again.
One good thing about sleep is that it is akin to death. The sleeper loses consciousness, albeit for a definite time unlike death. She felt uncomfortable thinking about death now.
Then the pain returned. She picked her phone, the screen was blank. It was dead. She smiled as she recalled the story of how poverty visited a man in his home.
Poverty knocked on a man’s door. “Who is that?” the man asked and got the reply, “It’s me Poverty.”
“Ah Mr. Poverty, I’m sorry I have neither bed nor chair for you to relax in please,” the man shouted from within.
Poverty answered, “Don’t bother yourself my friend, I came with my own mat.”
Each time she remembered that story, she shuddered. Today, Tami tried to locate herself in that story which she was sure she read in one of Chinua Achebe’s novels. She couldn’t remember which now because the pain was coming at intervals. She remembered all she had learnt at the ante-natal classes. Could this be labour pain? She shuddered as fear gripped her.
Meanwhile, Tume’s business meeting had ended. It was a success. Nessa got there at the right time. She was such a dutiful wife.
When she walked in, he noticed that the men stared at her. He felt so proud. No doubt, his wife had regained her killer shape after the pregnancy. That shape attracted him to her the first day they met.
“Darling, let us hang out a bit. It’s been long we are out together like this,” Tume told her.
Nessa smiled. This was the man she fell in love with years ago.
“Lemme call Tami and know how she’s doing my love,” she said, fiddling with her phone. “Hmmmmmm switched off. Am sure her phone battery is down,” she said.
Tume winced. “Sweetheart, I want to be with you, just you and I,” he whispered into her ears, blowing warm air on her neck.
They were in an exclusive bar somewhere in Victoria Island. With light turned down, the ambience was perfect for lovers. The wine made her a bit woozy but she didn’t mind. She was with the man she loved so much.
“Why did I get myself into the mess I’m in at home? A little restrain and I wouldn’t be in this mess. Pure irresponsibility on my part led to this. Tami developed cold feet immediately she found out I had no ‘protection’ that first day. Why did I make the move that day? I could have gone for a sheath as she suggested. Tami is almost a sister to me. How do I sort out this problem?” Tume argued within him.
He pulled his wife very close to him and gave her a deep kiss. He resolved to do this more often. No one can come between him and his wife. Four and half hours later, they were home. After repeated banging of the door without response, Tume raced down to pick the spare door key he usually have in his car.
They stopped dead on their track immediately they stepped into their living room. Tami was lying on the floor…
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Day ghosts came in pair
Chief clears his throat, looks around him, then at the three men and a woman and clears his throat again.
Sam is getting irritably impatient. He feels like rushing to Chief and forcing the words out of his mouth. He looks around him and notices that no one is as eager as he is to hear what Chief has to say. Obviously, he’s the only person that’s in the dark. He turns to Kim and notices a glow in her eyes. Tears?
“Fate has a way of fiddling with our lives. It swings us back and forth, throwing joy and pain at us at whim. One moment you are happy, the next, you are in pain. One moment you are crying, the next you are laughing.
Years ago, I found myself crying. I cried and cried, before then, I had laughed but at times, the laughter was painful, painful because I was not allowed to live my life the way I wanted. My parents wanted to live my life for me. I made up my mind that my children would make their choices. I made up my mind that I would allow them make their mistakes,” Chief said.
He looks at his listeners. If looks could kill, Sam’s eyes would have dismembered Chief.
Suddenly, Chief stares at Sam intently and continues.
“The first day you stepped through that door, I knew something would change. The shock almost killed me. I thought I saw an apparition. You look so much like your father. But the ghost of that day came in a pair. I felt I was caught in a whirlwind. I thought I was having another issue with my heart. I thought I’d die. I prayed to God to preserve my life. Later, during my stay in the hospital, I thought about it all and made some discreet enquiries which led to more revelations.”
Chief looks around him again.
“Get me a glass of something strong,” he said to Val.
“No Chief. You need water, not alcohol. Get him water, please,” Dr. Jones said firmly.
“Doctor, an old man should know what’s good for him…but I give up. Will make do with the water. I’ll live my life the way I want once you step out of that door,” Chief said with a smile as he accepts a glass of water from Val.
He stares at Kim and she squirms in her seat. He looks up and down and rests his eyes on Sam again. By now, Sam is feeling hot and cold at the same time. Suddenly, he starts sweating in the air-conditioned living room.
“What an old man sees while sitting down, a young man will not see even if he climbs the tallest tree…” Chief said.
“Excuse me sir, I want to use the gents,” Sam said, standing up. He heads to the gents.
He fiddles with his fly as the urgency intensifies immediately he closes the door behind him. After peeing, he flushes and zips up carefully. As he washes his hands, his brow creases.
He leans against the door and wipes the sweat off his brow with his palm. The manner in which Val wraps his eyes endearingly around Kim unsettles him.
Could there be something between them? Could there be a discreet affair between them? Kim is intoxicated by wealth. She’s always telling him that it was a mistake she was born into a poor home. She told him that she usually had dreams of rich parentage when she was much younger. She egged him on to accept anything Chief offered them. It is a chance at improving their lot in life.
What if he has to leave the job suddenly? What if whatever Chief has to say makes him take a drastic decision there and then? Can he turn his back on the new job and all the goodies that comes with it? Will Kim accept him if he has to lose everything now? To think that he sold his personal vehicle just 48 hours ago! Kim had harassed him into selling the car.
“How do you feel when you park this wretched looking car beside this machine? Don’t you think that since our level has changed, everything should change with it?” Kim had gone on and on.
He had no choice. He had to sell his much loved Toyota Camry ‘Tiny light’.
Now, if he leaves Chief’s house without his official vehicle, he is ‘carless’ and he can bet with his mother’s head that Kim will not leave with him.
Kim! Kim and Val! He is yet to understand the affinity between them…
“Sam…Sam…Sam!!! Are you okay? You’ve been in there for rather too long.” It’s Val.
“Er…em…yeah…yes…I’m coming out now,” he replied, flushing the loo again and turning the tap off and on.
“Okay, dad said I should check on you,” Val said, his voice fading.
As Sam opens the door and steps into the living room, he panics again.
“A man dies only once,”he told himself and strides purposefully to the couch he left about 10 minutes earlier.
Chief looks him up and down.
“Young man, you have to pull yourself together. When I lost my first love, Val’s mother, I was devastated. I thought I was going to die. I took to drinking. At a point, I left for Bulgaria. I had a friend schooling in Sofia then and I just wanted to relax. I couldn’t cope with the weather, the cold was extreme. I took to alcohol like fish takes to water. After six months of being a layabout, I realised that my son needed me. I returned home. The young lady my parents got for me even before I finished school had moved into our house then. My parents got her to care for my son, Val. It was so easy to fall for her whims. She prepared and served my meals. I was still drinking. Most nights, my head was in the cloud. I didn’t know when I started going in to her. She got pregnant and my parents were ecstatic. It was a big wedding but I didn’t remember what transpired that day. I was drunk most of the day. My parents converted your father, Sam, to my personal driver.”
Sam’s head bobs. The others sit up in surprise. Clearly this is news to them all.
“Well, I lived with my wife in relative peace until we ran into an old neighbour of Val’s mother, Elsie. We’d stop by a stall to buy some fruits and vegetables.
“Immediately Elsie saw my pregnant wife, she screamed at me, ‘So, you sent this woman to come and kill the pregnant mother of your son so you could marry her, eh?’
“Your father had come down from the vehicle to open the car booth. On seeing him, Elsie shouted in astonishment, ‘Daniel!!!’
The effect of Chief’s word is electric. His audience literally jump from their seats, shocked.
“Dad, was my mum murdered?” Val asked, fear mixed with something indescribable in his voice.
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The hunter becomes prey
Jay stared at the little stone in his palm. It was stained with blood. Icy hands clawed at his heart. He urinated blood and stone! The pain he felt a while ago had subsided. The relief he felt when the stone came out was heavenly. He examined the tiny stone again and shivered. Who did he offend? Who could be after his life? His wife? His heart raced. He turned the stone this way and that, his brow furrowed.
He cursed aloud as he remembered that his phone had been stolen. He needed to speak with his doctor. He would have to get to the hospital. Then he remembered Debola’s handbag he was so sure he saw on the dining table and shivered again. Did Adele take the bag? Was the bag on the dining table a mirage? There was only one way to find out: ask Debola if she left her bag in his house as she hurried out! But how would he? He had no phone to call her. Using his wife’s phone was out of it.
Something was gnawing at the back of his mind. He searched….yes! Adele didn’t sleep in the house. She claimed she was locked out. Claimed? According to Debola, Adele was locked out! Hmmmmmmmmm. Was he dreaming?
He remembered his most recent challenge. How could someone pee stone? Didn’t that portend death? He sat up suddenly. He had to do something. He needed to see his doctor urgently. Or, he could speak with Ken? With which phone? After hitting Adele that morning, asking to use her phone wasn’t advisable. But, come to think of it, how did people survive before the advent of GSM? He laughed mirthlessly.
For the first time in months, he remembered there is a being up there who answers prayers. He knelt down at the foot of the bed, brought his palms together in supplication and immediately had an urgent urge to answer the call of nature. He froze in fright. The fear of the experience he had about half an hour ago paralyzed him.
“You will pee stones again,” a voice told him.
He jumped up and looked around. There was no one with him.
“No I won’t,” he responded aloud.
“Ok. Go and pee then,” the voice challenged him.
He looked around him again. This time, he opened the closets and checked. There was no one in there.
“You will pee stones and blood. Your blood will drain and you’ll die,” the voice said calmly.
“Noooooo,” he screamed and ran out of the room, to the sitting room.
After about an hour of desperate trekking, Debola got lucky. An old delivery van stopped for her. She smiled within herself. She had no choice. All the beautiful rides she had been trying to thumb down didn’t as much as give her a glance. At this point, even an okada would be appreciated.
A few more steps to the delivery van, the door opened. She tried reading what was inscribed on the van but they were not legible enough. All she could make out was ‘pure water’. She felt thirsty.
“Good morning angel,” the occupant of the vehicle said as she got to the opened door.
“Good morning sir,” she responded.
The sole occupant of the vehicle was an old man that could be in his sixties. Something about him didn’t feel right. But this was the only vehicle that had stopped for her since she started trekking over an hour ago. Moreover, he was an old man. What could he possibly do to her?
“Where is this angel going this early in the morning?” The old man asked jovially.
“I’m going home,” she told him.
“I’ll take you home, wherever home is. But you’ll pay me very well,” the old man said with a smile.
Debola stiffened. She had no dime on her and wouldn’t be able to gain access to her flat immediately as she didn’t have her keys with her. This meant she wouldn’t be able to pay this old man. But she wasn’t going to miss this chance of leaving this environment. Rich men’s nests had its own blues: they don’t show poor strangers love!
She smiled at the old man. He smiled in response.
“I guess that seals the deal. Where are you going?” He asked.
She told him and without hesitation, he said, “Come in.”
She did and closed the door.
As he pulled away, he asked, “So, how much are you paying me? It’s far you know”.
She stiffened again and remained silent.
“Oh, don’t be afraid. I can actually take you to your destination free of charge, you know,” he said, by way of conversation.
Debola relaxed. That was not lost on the old man.
“I need to deliver some packs of water to a customer nearby. If you don’t mind, I’ll take you home after. Since you don’t seem to want to pay me, you’ll allow me do my business a bit. It’s too early in the morning to go on unfruitful errands, you know,” he said.
“Em…er…em…it’s not as if I don’t want to pay you. The problem is that I was robbed this morning and my money and the keys to my house was taken from me. Everything was taken. My bag was taken. I can’t even open my door when I get home,” she lied, getting bolder as she said that.
“Aaaaaaaagh! You were robbed? Sorry oh. You live alone?” He asked.
Debola nodded. She wasn’t really interested in talking to the old man who appeared garrulous.
She cursed Jay’s wife for coming back too early in the morning and forcing her out of the house. Now, she had to hitch a ride with this smelly old man and must be nice to him! She cursed her again and again in her mind as the old man rambled on.
Then, she remembered that the prophetess was supposed to come see her in Jay’s house! Aaaaaaaaaaaah! She could be there right now. She froze. She had sent the address and description of the house to her. She needed to warn the prophetess that the game had changed. But how would she do that? She had no idea of time and had no wristwatch on.
“What’s the time?” She asked the old man.
“To seven. It’s still early in the morning,” he said.
She went back to her thought. How would she warn the prophetess? She could ask to use the old man’s phone. But she didn’t know her phone number off hand. It occurred to her that she didn’t really know anybody’s phone number, only hers.
Technology is doing all the thinking for most people and people are getting very lazy!
She felt the old man’s touch and looked down. He had his right palm on her laps…
Aunty prophetess was both angry and worried. How could Debola send her on a wild goose chase this early in the morning? How could she? She was on the mountain all night because of her, only to be told that she was in the wrong house. But…was that the wrong house? The description and address matched. How did it turn out to be the wrong house? Fear gnawed at her heart. What if something bad had happened to Debola in that house? She felt ill at ease when Debola told her that she had moved into that man, Jay’s house. How could she have found it so easy to displace his wife? These rich men! She never trusted them for she knew the secret of some of those wealth! She was into that business and she knew what she did for some clients to get rich. Something told her that Debola was in danger. Her phone had been ringing and she wasn’t answering her calls. And she was expecting her!
She decided to go to Debola’s house immediately to check on her. If Debola was not at home and couldn’t be reached till evening, then Jay would be in hot soup. She made a detour to the nearest ATM and withdrew some cash, then headed for Debola’s house.
After much mental exertion, Adele concluded she’d had enough of Jay. She had borne all the insults and had patched the marriage for over two decades. A fool at forty, they say, is a fool for ever. Coincidentally, she was in her forties…inching towards fifty. Time to live her life. Since Jay had gotten to the point of bringing a lady into the house and locking her out of the house she built with her money, then it was high time she moved on. For the sake of her children and propriety, she had borne all the insults and allowed Jay to drag her in mire. Her skin crawled as she remembered that she found her land documents and other important papers in the lady’s bag. What if the lady had taken those documents away? Who knew what other documents Jay had handed over to her?
Adele had taken the whole week off from work. Not being in the office on a week day felt so strange to her. She smiled.
“It’s time to join the Boss Ladies’ Nest. Tracy needn’t preach anymore,” she told herself.
She’d made up her mind to find out the faces behind that club and what made them tick.
As she made to pick something from her bedside fridge, she heard a cry. She listened and heard it again. It was Jay.
She rushed out of her room to Jay’s room, from where the cry emanated. Jay wasn’t in his room but his rest room’s door was ajar. He was in there, backing the room. He was whimpering, his boxers on the floor, framing his feet. Her first thought was to get a good, pliant cane and flog the hell out of his flat butt.
Instead, she asked him, “What’s the problem? You want to shout down this building?”
“Please help me. I’m in serious trouble. I’m pressed but can’t urinate. It’s as if something is moving in my urethra. It happened this morning and a stone and blood came out. It’s happening again,” he cried.
Adele stared at him, trying not to melt, for he looked pathetic.
“For the love of that which is good, I’d drive you to the hospital,” she told him.
Her phone was ringing. She looked at it: Bolan!
She moved back to her room and returned Bolan’s call.
“The angel of my life,” Bolan began…
Debola stared at the old man’s hand rubbing her laps. Her short gown barely got to her knees as she sat. He pulled it up, revealing her thighs. That was when she noticed the ring on the old man’s little finger and the fact that he was drawing a particular invisible pattern on her laps with it.
His hands inches towards her V zone.
“Stop that nonsense. Stop it. In fact, stop this van. I want to get down here and now,” she shouted, hitting his hand.
The old man merely smiled, his face trained on the road as he controlled the steering wheel with his left hand.
To her horror, Debola realised that she hadn’t said a word out or raised a finger, for her body felt strange. She watched, horrified as the man grabbed her panties and dipped his fingers into her cave of wonder….
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In every woman is dove, viper
Alone in her room, Adele switched on Jay’s phone. The battery was almost dead. She plugged it to a charger and went to fasten her room door properly.
A phone rang. It was the other phone in the lady’s bag. She took the phone: ‘Aunty prophetess’ calling. She frowned. She dropped the phone on her dressing table and went to take a bath.
Immediately Debola stepped out of Jay’s gate, she realised that she didn’t leave with her handbag. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! She had forgotten to pick it from the dining table, where she placed it when she was searching for the gate key. The fear of Jay’s wife meeting her in her home had eclipsed every other thought from her mind and she had hurried out of the house without her handbag.
The worst part was that she had no dime on her and her phones and house keys were in the bag. What would she do now? How would she leave this vicinity? Going back to Jay’s house was out of it. With his wife in there, it would be suicidal to attempt that. It wasn’t even safe to hang around that vicinity for too long.
She looked around her and noticed two guys in front of the next building watching her. There was no pretense, they had their eyes trained on her. Maybe they saw the manner she slipped out of Jay’s gate, she thought and quickened her steps. Shame washed over her. It was still dark but the street was well lit. They could describe her, if need be. What if they were up to no good? The street was deserted. Once in a while, a vehicle would pull out of a house and head towards the estate gate. She knew she had to leave immediately, but how would she get home? It was still dark a bit, so hitching a ride would be pretty difficult, especially as she wasn’t a resident of the estate.
She moved out of the estate and tried to hitch a ride home. If only she had her phone with her!
The thought of the phone almost gave her a heart attack. Jay’s supposedly lost phone was in her handbag!
The prophetess was confused. She brought out her phone and checked the address Debola sent to her. Yes, she was on the street, and yes, she was standing in front of No. 11. The description fit what Debola sent to her – a pale green one-storey building with very high black roof.
She stared at the building. Could it be that Debola gave her a wrong house address? She doubted it. What could have happened? Was there a change of plan? Debola would have informed her. But…wait, her phone was switched off all night till this morning. There was no way Debola could have gotten across to her. What if Debola was in danger? What if Jay’s wife found her way inside the house and caught her? She shivered. She had warned her not to take a fight to a married woman’s house. She dialed Debola’s number the seventh time and it rang out again. It wasn’t funny anymore. She rang the bell on the gate the second time. She was sure there was a mix up somewhere. Debola must be in there. Maybe the man that came out the first time didn’t understand what she said.
She heard voices and turned. Two men were behind her.
“Who are you looking for?” One of them asked.
The suddenness with which they appeared rattled her. She stared at them. She could make out their faces despite the early morning harmattan haze.
“What do you want?” One of the men asked again.
“I’m er…em…I’m looking for somebody,” she stuttered.
“The somebody doesn’t have a name?” The one that spoke first asked.
“They have names. I just can’t remember,” she said.
It was true. She had suddenly forgotten the names. She couldn’t remember Debola and Jay’s names.
The men laughed.
“You mean you left your house this early in the morning to come look for people you can’t remember their names?” One asked.
“Leave this place immediately or you’ll regret coming here,” the other one said.
The prophetess didn’t wait to be told the second time. She scurried off.
The men laughed and moved back to the entrance of the
building facing Jay’s.
The prophetess retraced her steps to the estate gate. She was worried though. She wasn’t sure she had enough money to pay for her transport fare back home.
When the bell rang again, Adele wondered who could be at the gate that early in the morning. Well, she wasn’t expecting anyone and it’s most unlikely that someone could be looking for her, at least not that early in the morning.
Any visitor at the gate would have come to see Jay. Her phone beeped and she took it. It was a message from Bolan. Instead of replying the text message, she called him.
“Hello dear,” she said.
“My dream. How are you? How did it go? Are you inside the house?” Bolan asked.
She felt the concern in his voice.
“Yes dear. I’m in my room right now. It all went well. We’ll talk later,” she said gently.
“Ok my dream. I love you,” he said.
Adele smiled. Good men abound out there. Bolan was one of the angels among men.
She smiled again and said, “Bolan, you’re very, very dear to my heart. I really appreciate the love and care you’ve shown me. Thank you very much. I’ll call you again soon.”
“You’re welcome my dream. Will be waiting for your call, my love,” he said.
She ended the call immediately because she didn’t trust herself anymore. She had almost told him that she loved him. It was no lie. She had been trying to rein in her feelings for him and it was becoming increasingly difficult for her. As much as she tried to think of positives about her husband, Jay, she kept failing. Each time, only ugly things he’d done would come to come her mind.
She smiled again. Jay felt she was a fool. Maybe she was, really. She laughed. She really would make a good example of a fool. Jay certainly felt so too. To think that they felt she didn’t see the lady that ‘sneaked’ out through the gate as she drove in this morning! She laughed again.
“Adele, are you a fool?” She asked herself.
“Yes I am. No…I’m not,” she said, frowning.
“I’m not a fool. I’m a fool. No, I’m not. Yes, I am…” She argued with herself and burst into laughter.
Men feel that women are fools. But, really, women are no fool s
. They are simply ‘long suffering’. Every woman is a viper and a dove in a relationship. Whichever the man gets depends on what he gives her!
Jay felt he and his bitch of a mistress fooled her this morning. Well, they were in for a shock.
She spread a newspaper on the floor and picked the handbag she saw on her dining table. She emptied its content on the newspaper and used a pen to wade through the lot. There were three tiny bottles with suspiciously looking liquid. One was slimy cream-coloured, another was blackish gray and the third was thick and clear. Her wallet contained her identity card. She picked it and froze. It was the same lady Jay was shopping for when she bumped into them in a boutique not long ago, the same lady Jay brought to the beach to spite her. That was the lady Jay brought into her house!
Debola Adegoke was a waitress in a restaurant. Adele usually had lunch in that branch of the restaurant once in a while! It wasn’t too far from her office.
Hmmmmmmmmmm. To think that she had been at the mercy of that lady each time she went to that restaurant to have lunch!
There w ere
some ‘papers’ among the lot in the bag. She picked them gingerly, spread them out and screamed. Her heart almost stopped beating that instance. The ‘papers’ were photocopies of the house documents. The land Adele bought in her own name and built! How did the document get into the bag of this lady? She checked the other sheaves of papers. They were Jay’s cars documents and few other unimportant papers.
Adele knew she was in trouble. What other things had Jay handed over to his bitch of a woman? His debit card and phone were also in the lady’s bag. So, he had practically handed over his life to her.
Adele realised that she could no longer afford to be docile. The dove would have to make way for the viper!
She took the documents, the lady’s wallet, the phones -both Jay’s and the lady’s- and other vital things and ‘poured’ the remaining things back into the bag and dump it on the floor near the door. The important things she packed into a paper bag and tossed into a drawer in her room.
She made herself a mug of tea, switched on the television set, made herself comfortable on the couch in her room and sipped her tea.
She needed to relax and clear her head. This was the best way she could do that right now.
Jay paced around his room. His mind was in turmoil. How did he get into this deep trouble? Was Debola’s handbag on the dining table or was it a mirage? He was so sure that he saw it. But what happened to it? He cast his mind back to when Debola slipped out through the gate. He wasn’t sure she had her handbag with her. If she didn’t have it with her, it meant she left it in the house and it meant he saw it on the dinner table and it was no longer on the table! He was confused. The thought was confusing too.
He paced around his room. He held his head with his hands, as if to hold it together.
As he moved about his room in pensive a mood, he had the urge to ease himself. He went to the loo.
As he was trying to pass out urine, he felt a hard lump blocking the passage. He shivered. He held his man and gingerly pressed it, trying to push whatever was in it out. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and coursed down his face in the chilly harmattan morning. He pressed delicately on, fear numbing his senses. At that moment, time stood still for him. As the thing got to the tip, he gave one final gentle squeeze and the thing popped into his trembling, waiting palm. As he stared at the object, his eyes rounded like the owl’s. He opened his mouth to scream and no word came out. He closed it and opened it again and nothing came out. Then, he started trembling like cocoyam leaf in a downpour….
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I hope you find yourself
dele stewed as she lay on the bed. She was back at home after the beach party. She had danced so much to weary herself so she would jump into bed and sleep off when she got home. Alas, it didn’t work. Sleep was far from her eyes though her bones were tired.
It was past 10pm. She got home around 7pm and had taken an unhealthy dose of red wine, after moping her kitchen -all to knock herself out. She was half stewed, she knew it, but the clarity of her mind that moment startled her.
She toyed with the idea of calling Jay to find out where he was, but quickly perished the thought. When would she wrap her mind around the fact that Jay didn’t care about her anymore, that he preferred his mistress? When he’d knocked the silly lady up and brought her home for marriage?
She shook her head, willing the thought and the reality to vanish. She sighed.
She had to get her man back! She had never seen herself messing around with another man, despite the fact that Jay kept pushing her in that direction. Would she start that now she was knocking on a bit?
Bolan’s face loomed in her mind’s eyes and she smiled. Bolan! So caring and understanding. He looked so much like her brother, Kerr. Kerr, married to a Caribbean beauty, died seven years ago, leaving behind three grown children in their late twenties to early thirties. He lived in Canada with his family. Karen -his widow- and his children usually visit Nigeria annually till date.
Bolan reminded her of Kerr! She was beginning to love Bolan the way she loved her brother.
She shook her head again and picked her phone, dialed a number and listened.
The phone rang out. She dialed the number again and again. She was lucky the fourth time. It was answered.
“Dear, it’s past 10pm. You should be home,” she said.
“Are you now a monitoring spirit monitoring my movement?
“No dear, I’m just concerned that you’re not home yet and it’s getting very late,” she said..
“You’re concerned? Why do you like to spoil my evenings? I’m having a swell time here. Thanks for calling. If it’s too late, I sleep where I am. No law says I must come home every night. Or, is there? I’m being taken care of very well where I am,” he spat.
Yeah, Jay was being well taken care of. In his birthday suit, he was savoring the joy of a good ride which his lady gave him a while ago.
His mistress, who had gone into the restroom, was smiling as she dabbed some odorless oil behind her ears and smothered a creamy stuff on her cave of wonder. She smiled again.
Jay was also smiling in the room. They had been daring and gone the whole hog without a sheath. It was sheer bliss. He stroked himself as he awaited his mistress, while on the phone with his wife. His mistress had been too creamy today. She had never been like this. Oh Lard! He was hooked! Hooked, hooked, hooked! He breathed into the phone and wished Adele would end the call.
Adele was taken aback. Although she didn’t know what to expect from her hubby, she certainly didn’t expect this bile.
Each time her mind dwelled on things that weren’t noble, she would try to steer it towards good thoughts. That was what she had tried to do now.
Despite her half stewed state, his words stung! Here she was, trying to stitch a marriage that was obviously in tatters and her hubby appeared bent on snapping the weak cord that was holding it loosely together.
“Look Jay, you’re evil! You have been leading me on the part of suicide. You almost succeeded. Mind you, I said almost. You have failed. I will not commit suicide and I will not allow you to kill me. You obviously want me dead but I refuse to die. Whoever wants me dead will die and I will attend the person’s funeral, you heard me? Stay wherever you like. Sleep there, if that makes you happier,” she said.
“No Addy. You can’t say that. How can I want you dead? That’s not true, you know that. Please, do not say that please,” Jay said.
His tone was a bit conciliatory but Adele was so worked up she didn’t notice.
She fired on, “I was in this house when you left home this morning. You didn’t inform me that you were going out. It’s not as if I expect you to take permission from me when you’re going out. But I’m your wife for crying out loud. Even if you don’t regard me as one, we live in this house together. If anything happens to you, I’d be the first person everybody will come to. Each time I’m going out, even to office, I tell you. But you will just get dressed and go out without informing me. When I woke up this morning, you had left home. Despite the fact that I had mentioned CeeCee’s birthday to you before, I still called you on the phone to inform you I was going for her beach party, but you didn’t answer my call. I sent you a text message, giving same information and telling you the venue and time of the party. What did you do? You showed up on same beach at same time with your bitch of a woman. You knew all my friends would be there and you came to show off your new found love. To make me a laughing stock, I guess. Huh! You’ve achieved your aim. I know you ain’t coming home tonight. You need not come up with your usual tale of taking ill. Stay with her. You’ve obviously made up your mind. You can come pack your things. Mtcheeeeeew!”
She ended the call and fumed for a while. She needed to talk to somebody. At a time like this, her children would be able to calm her down. As she made to dial her daughter’s phone number, she stopped. Talking to her could scare her from marriage. If she would talk to her children, she would tell them the truth, wart et al. She was afraid it could affect them. She decided not to talk about it, at least, not for now. Maybe when it became absolutely important.
She dialed her bestie, Blossom’s number and it rang out. She must have slept, it was close to midnight.
She found herself dialing a number she wouldn’t have called at that time of the night.
“Hello, what a surprise! Hope you’re good,” intoned the husky voice.
“You’re not yet asleep?” She asked, surprised at her question.
“I should ask you that. What is my beautiful woman doing up this late in the night? Why this late call? Hope no problem?” Bolan asked.
“There’s no problem dear. I just want to let you know we can have lunch tomorrow and on Monday, being a public holiday,” Adele said.
“Tomorrow and Monday? Double luck. Thank you so much dear. But you should have sent a text message, it’s too late for you to place a voice call to me. You’ll get into trouble with your man,” he said.
She laughed silently. She wished there was a man to get into trouble with. She could do with any trouble right now. The loneliness and heartache were killing.
“It’s okay dear. I’ll call you in the morning. Do have a good night rest,” she said..
“I appreciate this call, my woman. I have a feeling that I’m getting lucky with you. Do sleep well, bearing in mind that someone loves you,” he said.
Bolan was excited. Adele calling him this late to accept his lunch date offer, not for one day, but for two days, showed he had thawed the ice. Then, she used the word, ‘dear’ twice! This was the first time she’d said that to him. He smiled. He was really gonna have a good night rest.
Meanwhile, Adele wished she could have a good night sleep! Would she be able to sleep at all this night? She doubted it. Her mind was vexing. Jay! After all she had borne just to keep her home!
She tossed and turned on the bed. After a while, she picked her phone again and surfed the Internet. She needed to engage her mind with something else or she would run mad.
As she browsed, she came upon a quote that made her cry. Tears ran down her cheeks. She could see herself in the message. When she read to the end of the long quote, she sat up, startled. The quote attributed to Natalie Peralta was actually speaking to her…and to Jay. Yeah.
She munched it and smiled.
After reading it the third time, she copied it, changed the last sentence to upper case and sent by WhatsApp to Jay. Immediately she sent it, she felt a surprising calm and yawned. Few moments later, she was fast asleep.
Adele’s outburst shocked Jay. For once, he felt sorry. He knew he’d been treating her badly. His phone beeped. He checked. It was a WhatsApp message from his wife. He clicked on it and read:
“I hope you find someone who smiles at you every time you walk in the door. Who finds beauty in your scars. I hope you find someone who never leaves you guessing. Someone who lets you know for certain how they always feel about you. I hope you find someone who never hesitates to love you. Who doesn’t just give you pieces of their time but it’s entirety. I hope you find someone who knows just how special you really are. How your soul needs to be loved. I hope you find someone who is your biggest supporter. Who doesn’t just seek attention, but gives it in return. But mostly, I HOPE YOU FIND ALL OF THESE THINGS IN YOURSELF, FIRST, SO THAT YOU CAN BE READY FOR THIS TYPE OF LOVE!”
As he got to the last sentence, he felt really bad, like a demon. How could he have been so insensitive to his wife’s feelings. He must find a way to make up with her!
As he was thinking of the best way to start patching up with his wife, the restroom door opened and his mistress walked out in her birthday suit. Her eyes were shiny, her face wore a strange smile. All thoughts of his wife vanished. She was smiling at him. Jay stared at her, pleasant watts of electricity sparked in his whole being and his man unfurled slowly like a snake slithering languidly in the sun. She seemed to be sucking him in. He waited with bated breath as she literally glided into bed, rolled over and fastened her lips on his ‘man.’ He arched forward and she gently pushed him back. Having sent him insane with her tongue on delicate part of his V section, she slowly ran her tongue up, over his belly to his chest, up his neck to his chin. He opened his mouth and closed his eyes. When their lips met, he felt something akin to electric shock and an animal sound escaped his mouth. With mouths locked in that electrifying poise, she gently raised herself a bit and slipped the turgid him into her abnormally slippery wet cave of wonder. Jay bleated as they made that contact and she smiled. Jay bleated, and bleated, and bleated….
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dele sat away from the ‘maddening’ crowd, thinking about life, about her hard luck in marriage. She stared into space, not feeling the activities around her. She relived her encounter with her hubby, Jay, and his mistress for the umpteenth time and a wiry smile appeared at the corners of her mouth. She shook her head slowly, trying to shake off the pain. It did work somehow for it seemed that the boulder which lodged at the centre of her heart lifted slowly of its own accord. She pulled herself together, reminding herself that the eye would never weep blood. No matter how painful the ache was, tears would always remain tears, not blood. She came for a birthday party on the beach with her friends; her plan was to relax, relax she would.
She looked around her and her face broke into a smile. It was a beautiful day. She just noticed! She picked out her friends with her eyes. They were dancing to youthful tunes by the very talented Nigerian musicians. Her doctor had recommended dancing as a form of exercise since she was lazy with keeping appointments with her trainer at the gym.
“Since you love music so much, you can dance every morning. Ten minutes of shaking your body every morning will do you good,” her doctor had told her.
Yeah, music is food for the soul. She realised she could make it food for her body too. If she couldn’t get the required dose of ‘adult exercise’ from her hubby, she could keep her body in form by dancing.
She smiled as the beat seeped into her. She nodded her head to the beat for a while, then stood up, dusted her arse and began swaying from side to side as she watched her friends wiggle on the beach sand.
“Oya wo!” The speakers blared and the atmosphere became charged.
“Won ba e wi n’ibi wo! Ma lo se bi ogoro wo!…Oya jo bi mummy wo! Oya jo bi daddy wo! Ma lo jo bi olosi wo!”
She didn’t know the lyrics, she needn’t know what Olamide was ‘spewing’ effortlessly. The rhythm got her, the beat of the song produced by Young John who tagged himself “the wicked producer” was arresting. It reminded her that Nigeria is blessed with talented beat makers, most of whom were not celebrated because the limelight was always beamed on the singers.
“Wo! Life is short like knickers…” The speakers blared.
The song got the better of her and she found herself gravitating towards her friends who were dancing with abandon. She slung her messenger bag over her head, across her chest. In no time, she was in the midst of her friends, twisting and turning to youthful beats.
She didn’t mind if she was dancing in or out of tune. Who cared? She closed her eyes and twisted her waist, bending as low as her almost stiff knees could allow her without aching. Yeah, she needed to dance more to make her joints more pliable. She shuffled to the beat. No one cared, everyone was dancing.
How wrong she was! Few metres away, two pairs of eyes were trained on her. They twisted their necks at odd angles to get a better view of her as she weaved in and out of her crowd of friends.
Of course, Adele was oblivious to the eyes that followed her every move. She had just discovered a world where only her existed. Her worries and fears dissipated as she twisted and turned.
She opened her eyes slowly as she felt the pressure on her arm increased. It was Blossom.
“What’s it, sis? I’m having a swell time here,” Adele laughed.
“I can see that, dear sis. But turn slowly and look towards your left. Don’t stop dancing. Pretend you didn’t notice any thing,” Blossom told her quietly.
“What’s it?” Adele asked, slowing down her steps.
“No sis, don’t stop dancing. Dance on. Just look towards your left…” Blossom said.
Adele did as she was told, casually twisting to her left. For a fleeting moment, she lost her balance but regained it immediately. She smiled at Blossom and began to wiggle her waist vigorously to the beats. She raised her hands and tried some moves that her shy self would only have done in the confines of her bedroom, with her mirror as the only spectator.
“That’s the spirit, my dear sis. Shame those who plan to shame you dear,” Blossom told her.
Adele smiled. She wasn’t pretending. She was enjoying herself.
“Let him stew on his arse. I can’t kill myself because of a hubby who doesn’t remember I exist. If he could bring his mistress to a place I told him I would be, then, there’s no reason I should continue to cry. As for the mistress, hmmmmmmm, I pity her. The cane the husband used in flogging the first wife is hung at the door, waiting for the new wife. I really have nothing against her. River Ulasi does not swallow whose feet she didn’t see,” Adele said stoically, threw back her head and laughed out loud.
Blossom joined and the two friends danced into the crowd.
“You’re such a good dancer. Very youthful. I watched you dance,” Bolan told Adele.
It was about an hour later. The merrymakers were seated and feasting on well prepared meals and choice wines.
“Oh ho? Me good dancer? I was just shuffling on the dance floor,” Adele said, twinkle in her eyes.
“I love your dance steps. Very mature moves,” Bolan said.
“So, instead of dancing, you were busy watching an old lady do some clumsy steps in the sand?” Adele asked with laughter.
“Hey! You ain’t an old lady and your steps weren’t clumsy. I wasn’t the only one watching you. A couple was also watching you. The man became so enamored by your moves that his wife quarreled with him. I was amused. It wasn’t funny,” Bolan said.
They laughed. Adele had an idea who the ‘couple’ would have been. No other than her hubby and his mistress! She has seen them too. She laughed loud and long.
She looked around. What if her hubby was still around? What if he saw her sitting and talking comfortably with a man? Would he leave his mistress and come for her? She felt uneasy. She also felt that jay would not leave his mistress and come for her. It was obvious that they were too attached to each other. She felt a heaviness in her heart.
“Adele, can we have dinner, just you and I? I really need to talk to you…you alone,” Bolan asked her, dragging her back to the present.
She paused and looked deep into his eyes and looked away. This was the first time they were this close to each other. What she saw in his eyes jarred her. She felt a lump in her throat.
“Not today,” she rasped, for her voice failed her.
Her eyes stung. She prayed that the dam wouldn’t break.
“I know. We can have it tomorrow or Monday since it’s a public holiday. We can even do lunch. Just pick the one that’s most convenient for you. Do this for me dear,” he said soberly.
“It’s okay. Let’s talk about it later. Will make out time either tomorrow or the day after. Will inform you,” she said briskly, trying to mask her feelings.
“As your Lordship pleases, my dear,” he said.
She lost control. The tears came rolling down her cheeks and she cursed under her breath. Had she been so broken that she couldn’t control her feelings in public anymore?
Bolan was alarmed. He gathered her his arms. She hid her face in her palms and sobbed on his chest. He held her loosely and allowed her to sob. It was better she purge her mind of whatever was bothering her. He patted her back. That was the first time he had gotten this close to her. He buried his face in her hair. She smelt so fresh and sweet. He brushed his lips on her hair at intervals as he rocked her. Gawd! He was in love with this woman!
When she had ceased heaving against his chest, she raised her head and managed a smile as she looked into his face. Her eyeliner had smudged in places.
He kissed the tears on her face and tasted salt. He smiled and brushed his lips lightly on hers.
She smiled into his face, a genuine smile that it up her face and flooded his heart with sugary feelings.
“You want to talk about it?” He asked her.
She shook her head.
“It’s okay dear. Just get yourself together,” he said gently.
He put his palm under her chin and lifted her face. She looked into his eyes. Her eyes were still shining with residue tears…
He brought down his face and their lips locked briefly.
He felt her stiffen and withdrew. He wanted to kiss her until she yielded but held himself back. He needn’t rush it. He wanted her and would get her in due time.
Adele’s mind was in turmoil. That brief kiss fired her body awake. She was almost weak at the knees! She was grateful that he went no further. She knew she wouldn’t have been able to resist him if he had pushed just a wee harder.
“Touch up your face dear,” he said.
His voice was a bit hoarse and deeper. It added to his sexiness.
Adele brought out a mirror and wipe from her bag and cleaned the smudges around her eyes.
“Better?” She asked him.
“Best,” he responded.
She smiled at him and felt very happy.
“Let’s go and dance dear,” he said.
She smiled. He smiled also….
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Heart under my blouse
Mouth agape, Jay stared at the receding back of this fabulously beautiful, sashaying eve. Beautiful, yeah, tantalizingly beautiful! Her figure looked like it was sculptured by a love- struck artist. He was shocked.
You know, you really don’t appreciate the beauty of certain things that are close to you, until you hold them away from you. He’d been living with his wife for so long that he’d forgotten she was a beauty.
She was a beauty, for his friends all wowed when they met her at their pre-nuptial shindig about 25 five years ago. He had flaunted her after their wedding and enjoyed the glances he got each time they went out together. At what point did the bond between them weaken? While they were trying to build their different careers? While she was having their kids, keeping their home and trying to grow her career at the same time? He remembered vividly when he started straying from home -that was when she was pregnant with their second child.
He had gone for a colleague’s bachelor’s night with his friends, where he met a young lady that changed his life. Adele’s second pregnancy wasn’t a good experience. She was sick most of the time and was on bed rest all of the last trimester.
Jay started hanging out with friends and colleagues more often then. He had a normal upbringing from strict parents who never allowed him to mix up with friends at the early part of his life. He attended his first party while in his third year in the university. His life changed at that party for he met a fellow undergraduate that taught him the rudiments in girl, boy relationships. She, it was, who made him live his fantasy real time, a fantasy he had lived in his mind since his secondary school days. They were together for the better part of the year, until the lady met her heart’s desire and moved on.
So, when he met the fair lady at his colleague’s bachelor party, years later, he tried to make sure that she didn’t leave him for another man. That would be the beginning of his problem with his wife for his life became centered around his mistresses, for he had had many.
He and Adele gradually drifted apart until they became total strangers. But the Adele he saw a few minutes ago at the beach jarred his mind. She had not lost her beauty. She had simply matured in ways that are pleasing to the eyes.
“Honey, what’s the problem? Who is that woman? She looks familiar. Why are you staring at her?” His mistress asked, bringing him back to the present.
“Er…em…er…never mind,” he stuttered.
“Never mind? You mean I shouldn’t mind the fact that you’re gaping at a woman while I’m right beside you?” She fumed, her voice rising.
“Keep your voice down darling. You don’t want to cause a scene here, do you?” Jay soothed her.
“No dear, it’s just that I don’t like you gaping at other women. But that woman certainly looks familiar. Who’s she?” She asked again.
Jay stared long at his mistress and said slowly, “That woman is my wife.”
“What? Your wife?” His mistress asked, searching for Adele with her eyes.
“I don’t believe you. You mean your wife ran into you with another lady at the beach, said nothing and walked away? Are you still married to her?” She asked him incredulously.
“She’s my wife,” Jay responded, adding, “If she has anything to say, she won’t say it here. She’ll wait until we get home.”
“She’s one of a kind. If I meet my husband with another woman, I’ll cause a scene,” she said.
Jay wasn’t even listening to her. His mind was in a turmoil. What was Adele doing on the beach alone? Or did she come with someone? A man? But there was no one with her. Could Adele have come to the beach alone? Or she came to meet someone? He wondered what to do. Search for her or leave immediately with his mistress? What would he do to her if he saw her? Drag her home?
His feet propelled him forward. He had to look for her. What could she be doing on the beach?
His mistress, who had watched him move away from her, suddenly ran after him. When she caught up with him, she tugged at his elbow.
“Where are you going?” She asked him.
“I’m going to look for my wife. What could she be doing on the beach?” Jay fumed.
“And what are you doing on the beach with another woman?” She asked him.
He stopped and scratched his head. She was right. What was he doing on the beach with another woman?
He stood on his toes and stretched his neck, wishing he could see his wife. He saw nothing and gave up.
“We have to leave now,” he said suddenly.
His mistress’ face contorted in anger.
“We barely got here and you want us to leave?” She asked.
“Yeah, we have to leave. What if she comes back here now? What if she decides to make trouble with you?” He asked her.
“Make trouble with who? I thought you said she won’t want to make trouble in public? Anyway, if she comes here to make trouble, I’d give her double,” she said.
“You see? This is why we must leave. I don’t want you women to go for each other’s throats,” he said.
As she was about to respond, his phone rang. It was a business call. He answered.
After the call, he noticed that he had messages. He read them. The first one was from his wife.
“Good morning dear. You left very early this morning. I wanted to inform you that I’d be going to the beach this morning with Blossom, Tracy and CeeCee for a friend’s birthday party. Take care,” his wife’s message read.
He sighed! Adele called him in the morning and he ignored her call. If only he had answered that call, it would have spared him this mess he found himself in! But then, was it this morning she knew she would be going for the beach party? Why didn’t she inform him earlier?
Adele had wanted to talk to him last last night and he had rebuffed her moves, he knew.
“Are you leaving with me or not,” he suddenly asked his mistress and started walking away.
She stared at his back for a while and ran after him. For how long would she continue to play the second fiddle, she wondered.
Adele relaxed in Bolan’s arm. She needed that warmth. Her heart was aching. Jay with that woman again! It was obvious whatever he had with that woman was serious. She would have to fight to get him back or she would find herself without a husband very soon, she reasoned. But, did she want to fight for Jay? Would she do that? A man that spared no thought for her, how would she fight for him? What if, after fighting and winning, he spurned her love? What would she do then? Kill herself? Heavens forbid! She would die of heartbreak if she continued to mind Jay, she realised. So, the best thing would be to try and forget him, she reasoned.
She relaxed in Bolan’s arms. She came for a party, she would try and find joy.
“This is a pleasant surprise, dear,” Bolan said. I came here for a friend’s birthday and here you are,” he said, patting her back.
“I’m also here with friends for a friend’s birthday,” Adele said, laughing.
“You look great in your ensemble. And you smell great too,” he said.
“Hmmmmmmmmm? And what about you? You look like an Adonis. You’re one,” she told him.
He actually looked and smelt good too, as usual anyway.
“Now we found each other on the beach today, I won’t let you out of my sight. If I had invited you here, you wouldn’t have come,” he told her.
“You have to understand dear,” she said.
“Yeah, I understand darling. I’m not complaining. The vulture is a patient bird, you know,” he said.
“Are you a vulture?” She asked him.
“I’m not a carrion eater, but I’m patient,” he told her with a smile.
“Whose party are you here for?” Adele asked him.
“One of my tenants,” Bolan said.
“I’m here for a friend’s party,” Adele said.
“Yeah I know. Blossom told me. It’s not the same party, but we’ll enjoy ourselves here today. This is a welcomed surprise,” he said.
Blossom and others were waiting for them. They joined them. It was a fun-filled day. Adele saw another side of Bolan. He was fun personified. He was also very gentlemanly. He shuttled between his crowd and Adele’s, making sure she was never alone.
When Blossom and Adele found themselves alone, Adele shocked her.
“Do you know I ran into my husband with his mistress here on the beach,” she told Blossom.
“You lie,” Blossom said with a laugh.
“I’m not joking sis. I saw them,” she insisted.
“You saw them? Are you serious?” Blossom asked, incredulous.
“I did sis. They saw me too,” she said.
“They saw you? I thought you were pulling my legs,” Blossom said.
“I saw them, they saw me and I walked away,” Adele said.
She was close to tears. For the first time, she felt really, really pained. She had tried to ignore the ache in her heart. But this very moment, she couldn’t. She felt humiliated.
“You know why it hurts so much? He was out of the house by the time I woke up this morning. I couldn’t talk to him when I got home last night because he was in a foul mood.. When I called him on the phone to inform him that I would be going to the beach this morning, he didn’t answer. I sent him a text message. If he had any regard for me, he would have kept away from this beach, at least for today.. Why bring his mistress to a place he knew I would be? To spite me? Sis, my heart bleeds,” Adele told Blossom.
“Sis, this is not the best of places to talk about this. What you just told me is shocking. We’ll talk about it, but not here and now. Pull yourself together. We’ll definitely talk about this,” Blossom said.
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he old woman looked intently at Jay and he shifted uncomfortably. He wondered what could be going on in the woman’s mind. Of course, he wouldn’t pretend he had no idea what she could be thinking. She hadn’t set her eyes on him in the past fifteen years! He had made sure he dodged every chance of their meeting. He refused to attend the weddings of her last two children which held several years ago. He also didn’t attend the burial of her husband about ten years ago. That was the last straw. The woman had stopped calling him on the phone after that. He felt a relief. He could do as he wanted with their daughter. And he actually did, until he realised that contrary to his belief, he would need her the way fishes need water.
He shifted uncomfortably again. Her eyes seemed to pierce through him to the depth of his soul, digging up the lies and cover-ups in him. He felt so transparent.
He swallowed spittle and his goitre bobbed. He cleared his throat even when there was nothing in there.
“So, what exactly did you say is your problem?” She asked him.
He cleared his dry throat the umpteenth time and rubbed his palms together.
“It isn’t exactly a problem. It’s just that…just that…just…” he stuttered.
“So, what is it?” She asked again.
Jay looked into space. He didn’t know what to say. He shouldn’t have come alone. He just realised that. But then, it was a stealthy move he made. How would he start confessing his folly to people? He was really foolish, he knew. He remembered the portion of the Holy Book which says that there’s a way that seems right to man, but its end is damnation. This is exactly what it means. Chaaaaaaaaaiii!
“Are you here at all?” The woman asked.
Startled, Jay nodded and said, “Yes aunty”.
“So, what do you want? After ignoring us for more than fifteen years, you appear at my door and can’t even say what you want. You’re lucky my husband is dead. He would have chased you out of his house. I called you when he died, even when I knew that Adele would have told you, you neither turned up during his burial, no performed the rites meant for in-laws. You know that if it was in the olden days when our ancestors worshipped the earth, the ground on which you rested your feet would have been against you,” the woman said.
Jay lifted his feet off the ground. It was a reflect action. Then, he placed them back gingerly on the floor.
“Aunty, I’m sorry. I’m very sorry,” he said.
The woman stared intently at him but said nothing.
“Aunty, I have come to see you. I’ve come to right the wrongs of many years,” he said, suddenly getting bold.
“Where’s our daughter, Adele? How can you visit us after more than fifteen years without her? I can’t welcome you here without our daughter,” she said.
“Aunty, I came to see you. I’ll come with her soon,” he pleaded.
He knew he was lying. He knew it would be easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for Adele to visit her aunty with him.
“I’ll not listen to you unless you bring our daughter,” the woman said, hissing loudly.
She stood up and went towards a door.
As she opened the door, she turned to Jay and said, “The gateman will let you out when you’re ready.”
Then, she slammed the door after her. Jay sat nonplussed. Anger surged through him. He felt like kicking everything in sight. But he also remembered that where he was wasn’t his house. If he misbehaved, he would be cooling his arse behind a counter in a police station. He took deep breath to calm himself down and left. How on earth would he be able to get Adele to visit her aunty with him? He realised the true meaning of the word, impossibility.
As he drove out of the compound, he smiled. A plan was building up in his mind. He would get Gabby…
“So my daughter ran mad and no one told me?” Debola’s mother wailed.
“Haaaaaaaaaaaaa! This world is wicked o. Who did I offend? Who? Who?” She cried.
“Mama, it’s not so. Debola is just disturbed. She’s not mad,” aunty prophetess said soothingly.
“Please spare me that! Do I look like a kid that you can confuse with your grammar? You heard what the doctor said. He said her mind is disturbed. Is a madman’s mind not disturbed? They should discharge her for me let me take her to my pastor,” she said, pulling off the scarf on her head and encircling it round her waist. She knotted it firmly and continued her ranting.
Tears welled up behind the prophetess’ eyelids. She forced them back. She had to be strong now. If she broke down in tears, then Debola’s mother would lose hope. She would think her daughter had truly gone bonkers. The onus fell on her to make mama understand the fact that one’s mind could be disturbed as a result of stress and that it didn’t amount to madness.
“Mama, that wasn’t exactly what the doctor said. Debola is not mad. She’s going through a very difficult time and she is thinking too much. That’s the problem. The doctors had to force her mind to rest. That’s why they gave her sleeping drugs to make her sleep. She’s not mad, mama,” prophetess told her.
“She’s not mad, she’s not mad, but she told me a madman was following her about, calling her his wife. Can a sane person be thinking like that? How do you convince me? How can a sane mind cook up such crazy story? Tell me, I say tell me!” Mama said and burst into another round of wailing.
“Mama, she didn’t cook up that story. It actually happened,” prophetess said.
Immediately she uttered those words, she knew she shouldn’t have. Now, she’d have to let the cat out of the bag. She felt very sad. Debola’s mother was staring at her.
“You mean a madman actually followed my daughter and called her his wife?” She asked and dumped her bum on the available seat.
She stared at the prophetess and made a sign for her to keep her voice down. The prophetess stared at her.
“Sit down, my daughter,” Debola’s mother whispered to her, looking around to see if anybody was paying attention to them.
The prophetess complied and sat beside her.
“How could you be saying such. If anybody hears that, they will conclude that something is wrong with my daughter. Don’t you know that it’s not a good omen for a madman to be chasing a sane woman? It’s a curse o, a terrible curse at that. Please don’t say that again,” she pleaded with the prophetess.
Despite herself, the prophetess almost burst into laughter. It was so funny. She kept herself in check though. This was a mother who, moments ago, was almost undressing herself, wailing at the top of her voice that her daughter had gone mad. Now, she didn’t want anyone to hear that a madman chased the same daughter.
“My daughter, tell me, what happened? Where did the madman see her? Were you with her or she told you?”
Prophetess didn’t know where to begin, she whispered, “I wasn’t with her. She told me. It was the stress that led to the bleeding. She lost the pregnancy…”
Debola’s mother opened her mouth in surprise.
“You mean my daughter was pregnant? For who? Who?” Her voice was gradually rising.
It was the prophetess’ turn to remind her to keep her voice down.
“How can I keep my voice down when you people want to kill me? Tell me. Tell me o. You children won’t wait for a man to come ask for your hand in marriage…” Debola’s mother was saying and suddenly stopped. Debola wasn’t a kid. She was knocking on forty and definitely needed a man!
“Mama, let’s go outside,” the prophetess said.
Once out of earshot, Debola’s mother said, “My daughter, tell me the truth”.
The prophetess told her everything. She held nothing back.
“And where is the man at the centre of this?” She asked.
“Mama it’s Jay,” the prophetess said.
“Who’s Jay?” Mama asked.
“It’s that same man that you didn’t approve of,” prophetess replied.
Mama’s two hands flew to her head.
“Debola has killed me,” she wailed.
“Why? What is the matter mama?” Prophetess asked, confused.
“That man has a curse placed on his head,” she said, fear in her eyes.
“Who told you mama?” She asked her.
Mama looked furtively around her and beckoned her to come closer…
Adele looked so refreshingly different. She felt so too. She had always wanted to spot a low-cut and had finally mustered the courage to go for it. The barber who shorn her hair talked her into dyeing it blonde. After much hesitation, she had called Bolan and asked for his opinion. He told her to follow her heart. She agreed and had the little hair left on her scalp coloured. No doubt, she looked very different…but ravishing. When she sent her new look picture to her children, they made her feel she should have shorn her hair ealier.
Everywhere she went, she got compliments -from known faces and total strangers.
“My woman, when am I meeting your aunt?” Bolan whispered into her ears as he nibbled them at intervals.
Bolan smiled. He had never failed to get what he wanted. He wasn’t about to fail now. When he set his eyes on Adele over a year ago in that restaurant, he knew she was the only woman made for him. He was ready to stake all he had to get her. Now, the real battle was about to be fought. He would crush everything on his way to get Adele into his home permanently.
He kissed her all over as he felt his man stir again. He never could have enough of her. She was also always ready to receive him. She seemed permanently slippery wet for him, giving him mindful masturbation. With her newly shorn hair and creamy skin, she looked like a goddess among men. He drew her into his arms and kissed her throat…
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There was nothing else Aunty prophetess could have done. She had to inform Debola’s mother. When she came and was made to understand what was happening to her daughter, she wailed uncontrollably. Debola needed someone to stay with her in the hospital. Aunty Prophetess would have gladly stayed with her but she needed to rest or she would get into the same problem as Debola. Moreover, after speaking with Jay, she knew there was a big problem. Jay didn’t want to hear about Debola again. He sounded scared at the mention of her name.
It was clear that the wise men’s prayer didn’t work. She doubted if anything would work for Debola. There are people like that. It could also be that those spiritual things wouldn’t work on Jay.
Her mind raced back to her school days at the university. That was more than twenty years ago. There was a roommate of hers who tried to strengthen a relationship. She failed woefully.
She was in an eight-man room with some ‘happening babes’ who spent money as if it was going out of fashion. The few evenings they spent in the hostel, they would regale the other girls with tales of their escapades. As at that time, those happening babes were travelling to the UK as if they were going to their village.
Trish, for that was the unlucky roommate’s name, was lying on her bunk one morning, when their ‘big girls’ roomies returned after more than a week outside the campus. She didn’t feel like talking, so, she pretended to be asleep. They also didn’t try to wake her up. To them, Trish was local, she didn’t measure up to their standard. They ignored her and gisted. Trish, unknown to them, listened in. It was then she learnt that those men picking their bills weren’t doing it of their own will. The girls were manipulating men with the aid of spiritual powers.
No wonder they were turning those rich men round their little fingers and making so much money from them! She learnt their trade secret.
A little plan started to build up in Trish’s mind. Those girls weren’t more beautiful than her. If they could get those rich men, she should be able to also. She knew what to do. Few days later, she approached one of the girls.
Dayo, unlike others, was friendly. She found herself alone with Dayo one day. They got talking and she stylishly steered their conversation towards how they got men to do their bidding and where they got the powers to do so. Trish told her the simple truth: she was jealous of their lifestyle and would like to join them. Dayo, conspirationally, told her all she wanted to know. She told Dayo that she had a very rich guy who had been helping her but she wanted the guy to spend more on her. Dayo told her to visit one baba…
Few days later, Trish set out very early in the morning. She got to the baba’s house around 7am. The house -a bungalow-was unmistakable. Right in front were coffins, stacked on each other in three rows, for sale. Trish was not deterred: only the lion-hearted could acquire wealth, she reasoned. She went into the ungated compound and asked for baba. She was brought before baba, who was seated, shirtless, in a sparsly furnished sitting room.
After exchanging greetings, baba sought to know her mission.
“Baba, look at me. Am I not beautiful? Am I not attractive? Baba, why are men not giving me enough money? I want you to help me so that men can be dashing me plenty money,” she told the baba.
“What did you bring for the gods?” The baba asked.
Trish’s mind blanked out for a moment. She had a total of one hundred and seventy naira on her. Her student bank account had a little over five hundred naira in it. At that point, she needed to make photocopies worth almost three hundred naira. Her parents and siblings were in Benin. They were managing to eke out a living there. She was sponsoring her education and sending stipends to her brothers each time she could afford it. All these flashed through her mind in seconds. So, it was with heavy heart that she opened her handbag and brought out sixty naira and stretched it towards the baba. She wasn’t too sure but she felt she saw something like distaste flash through baba’s face. He collected the money from her and shouted a name. A young boy of about eleven years ran into the sitting room. On his heels were six other younger children, some of them looking like age mates. Trish concluded there were twins among them.
Baba gave the sixty naira to the boy and instructed him to buy forty naira bread and twenty naira cooked beans for their breakfast.
“Make sure you share it accordingly. I don’t want to hear that anybody was cheated. You people should drink enough water. I don’t want to hear any cry about hunger till evening,” baba told the oldest among them.
They all nodded and filed out of the sitting room.
“My daughter, you can see I didn’t keep any of the money you gave to me. I have given all to your junior ones for feeding,” he told Trish.
She nodded and squirmed on her seat. Baba waited for her to say something. She said nothing. She hadn’t eaten, she would still pay her transport back to school out of the one hundred and ten naira left in her bag.
“Em…em…baba, if you do it for me, I’ll come back for thanksgiving,” she said.
Baba contemplated for a moment and asked her, “What exactly do you want?”
“Baba, I want men to be giving me correct money. I want a man that can send me to London on holiday, a man that can take care of my needs,” she said.
“Do you have any man in mind?” He asked.
She thought a bit and said, “Baba, I met one man few weeks ago. He is rich. He has given me some money. I want him to give me more,” she told him.
Baba stared at her for a while and shouted a name. No one answered. Baba shouted again and there was no response.
He stood up and went into a room. He came out with a long cane and a bag.
“These children, the only language they understand is the cane. Since they’ve eaten this morning, you won’t see them again until they are hungry,” he said, sitting down.
He brought out a parcel from his bag and unwrapped it and looked Trish in the eyes.
“My daughter, I don’t know why I’m giving you this. But my spirit says I should,” he said, taking up a folded paper from the parcel.
“When are you visiting the man?” He asked.
“I’m supposed to see him today,” she said.
“Where are you seeing him,” Baba asked.
“His house sir. I know his house,” she said.
“Perfect. When you get to a place where there is an interception of three roads, unwrap this and say whatever you want and blow the powder in the three road directions. Call his name three times. Wrap it and keep the remaining in your bag. The powder inside is enough for four times,” he said.
Trish was excited. She beamed and said, “Thank you Baba. Thank you sir. I will come back to say thank you,” she gushed.
She left Baba’s house with a gait. When she got to a place where three roads ‘met’, she brought out the carefully folded paper and did as she was instructed. Then, she went confidently to the man’s house.
When she knocked, the man came out dressed, he was going out. She smiled at him and he frowned. as if he was trying to remember who she was. She was taken aback.
“Good morning,” she said hesistantly.
“Good morning. You can see that I’m on my way out,” he said gruffly.
“But you asked me to come and see you this morning,” she told him.
“Oh, did I? Well, I have a business to attend to,” he said, locking his door carefully and moving to his garage.
“So, when do I see you?” She asked, following him.
“I’ll see you when I’m less busy,” he said.
As she made to open the passenger side of the car door, he looked up and told her, “I’m not going your way.”
Shell-shocked, Trisha stared at him.
Getting herself together, she said, “Okay, you’ll drop me at your most convenient place.
“No, I’m running late for an appointment,” he said, engaging the gear.
“I don’t have enough money to transport me back to school,” she said, running after him.
“You shouldn’t have left your school without enough transport fare,” he said and drove off.
The man’s gateman was at the gate. He observed all that had happened and waited patiently for Trish to leave the compound. Immediately she walked through the gate, he closed the gate with such force that it sounded like finality to Trish. Tears dropped down her cheeks. If she hadn’t gotten greedy, she would still have been getting the little he was giving her….
Prophetess sighed. All these spiritual stuff wouldn’t work for some people. It was obvious it wouldn’t work for Debola. She prayed that Debola would regain her full senses…
Jay was drained emotionally. Of course, what Gabby told him was the truth, he didn’t get married to Adele properly. He didn’t complete the vital part of the marriage ceremony. He was told that as long as he didn’t do it, he was not married to her. It dragged on for years and because of that, they could not go for the church wedding.
Jay held his head. What would he do now? He would have to go visit Adele’s aunt. He would look for a way to complete the marriage rites without Adele’s knowledge.
A plan started taking shape in his mind…
“My woman, I have realised that you’re my missing limb. I can’t seem to live with the fact that you belong to another man. I love you so much. Do you love me?” Bolan asked.
Adele smiled. What a question! If only he knew that he was the best thing that had happened to her in a while. She smiled again and snuggled closer to him. Her body still wanted him, despite the fact that they had had each other twice before dawn. She shivered, for she was unclad. He felt her shivers and drew her to his warm body.
“Do you love me, my woman?” He asked her again.
“Of course, I love you with every part of me that can love a man,” she whispered.
“Then get a divorce and let’s get married,” he whispered into her ears, kissing her and caressing her all over.
Adele went quiet, although her body was responding to his roving hands. She felt him getting turgid and she felt herself creaming. She was inching towards orgasmville again!
“Get a divorce from him and let’s get married,” he said again, pulling her gently on him and kissing her forehead.
“Baby, I don’t need a divorce from him,” she said quietly.
“What do you mean,” Bolan asked.
Adele looked into his eyes and smiled….
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unty prophetess was distraught. She tried to lift Debola up, but couldn’t.
“It’s as if my tummy is on fire. What’s happening to me?” Debola asked.
The fear in her eyes were unmistakable. Prophetess was scared to tell her.
“I don’t know. But I think you need a doctor. You really do,” she said.
“Really! I need to…” she was saying when she suddenly felt wetness between her laps.
She sat up and ran her palm down her legs and raised it. Her heart almost stopped beating!
Gosh! Tears streamed down her cheeks. Weariness enveloped her.
She remembered her mother’s favourite saying, “The day l’m looking for husband is the day madmen come out to look for wives”.
She was too tired to cry. Crying wouldn’t help her anyway. The tears rolled down her cheeks, nonetheless.
She thought of all she went through in other to get into Jay’s life permanently.
The pregnancy was her ace. Would she fold her arms and let things happen the way they want? No, definitely no!
“Aunty, could you get me to the hospital? I need to see a doctor asap,” she said.
“That’s my thought too. Try clean yourself up and get ready. I’ll go get a cab,” she said.
Debola was angry! She was angry with herself and the world. Why would bad things happen to her? Why couldnt she have the man of her dream? Why would life place thorns on her path? Ar over forty years, she hadn’t netted a man she could consider spending the rest of her life with. Even now she was trying to have a baby, the pregnancy was being threatened. Yes, threatened. Why would she be bleeding?
As if the prophetess read her mind, she said, “My dear sister, when certain things happen, you just accept them as your lot. But then, heavens help those who help themselves. You have to identify your areas of need and work on them.”
She stopped sudenly, for she felt uneasy.
Debola was looking at her in a queer manner. It was as if something got into her. She shifted unconsciously. But she couldnt go far, for they were now in a cab.
Debola smiled and continued smiling till they got to the hospital.
Three hours later, she was sleeping peacefully.
“She lost the pregnancy. There was nothing we could do. At times, our body expels abnormal fetus. Yes, a woman’s body may reject such. Where’s her husband?” He asked suddenly.
The prophetess was thrown off balance by the doctor’s question. Nevertheless, she got hold of herself almost immediately.
“He’s not around. He isn’t based here,” she lied.
The prophetess felt there was worse news coming. She braced herself.
“Debola is disturbed. I mean, she needs to be monitored closely. We’ll do what we can…” The doctor said.
Prophetess couldn’t pretend she didn’t understand what the doctor meant. So, she was scared. When it happened the first time, Jay was there to take care of her. How would she cope, knowing fully well that she herself needed to take things easy.
“Where is her husband?” The doctor asked again.
“He’s not around. I mean, he travelled,” prophetess said, adding.
“How bad is her condition?”
“It’s not too bad. She just needs to be on medication for a while. She needs to rest a lot,” the doctor said.
Those reassuring words calmed the prophetess’ nerve.
“Who are the wise men?” The doctor asked.
She was taken aback.
“I don’t understand,” she said.
“Debola kept muttering something about wise old men, madman and husband. I couldn’t make sense out of it. Yes, she also talked about pounding yam and other gibberish,” the doctor said.
The prophetess feigned ignorance…
Jay was a changed man. For the first time, he had confided in his cousin. His cousin, Gabby, was scandalised. He didn’t believe that such a thing had been happening for years and both Jay and Adele never said a word of it to anybody. He was shocked when Jay told him that he had warned Adele not to tell anyone about their home.
After his phone conversation with Jay, Gabby had asked his wife, Ceecee, if she knew Adele and Jay were having marital issues and she had stared at him confused. She didn’t know. Adele never told her. Calls he put across to Adele’s phone didn’t go through.
Well, the urgency in Jay’s tone made him to schedule a meeting with him that evening. He got further shock when Jay told him he had moved out of this matrimonial home and was now living in an apartment in the building where his office was located. That evening, after work, he had driven to Jay’s office.
“I can’t believe what you’re saying. Tell me you made everything up,” he pleaded with Jay.
“No, brother. That’s the undiluted truth. Adele didn’t tell anybody because I used to threaten her that the day anybody would call me to ask me questions concerning our marriage, I’d kill her. I know that was the reason she never confided in anybody,” Jay said.
“Have you ever laid your fingers on her?” Gabby asked.
Jay stared at his cousin for a while. Then, he looked away.
“I have battered her countless times. Many times, she ended up in the hospital with physical injuries, apart from the emotional trauma she had been going through for years. Once, she collapsed at home and I panicked and bolted. I regretted my action though, because she could have died if she didn’t get help,” he said.
“WHAT! JAY! Are you so callous? What could she have done to deserve that?” Gabby asked.
“Gabby, she did no wrong! I was at fault…as usual. A lady friend went home with me and I didn’t know how she sent the security man out of the house and locked the gate. My wife couldn’t enter the house after work that night. I had lost my phone in an accident and the lady friend drugged me. Look Gabby, you won’t understand,” Jay said.
Gabby took a deep breath and asked, “When was the last time you saw your wife?”
“That’s the problem Gabby, that’s the problem,” he said.
“What do you mean?” Gabby asked.
“I saw her about two weeks ago. We agreed to meet in a restaurant. She was dropped off by a man. I saw her alight from the vehicle. Can you imagine? Being driven to a date with me by another man! I got very angry and battered her there and left,” Jay said.
“You did what? In public?” Gabby asked.
“How would you feel if you were in my shoes? You mean you will clap for your wife if you see her with another man?” Jay asked.
“I’ll be jealous and angry if I see Ceecee with another man. But, that’s because she’s my wife,” Gabby said.
“So, what are you trying to say? Oh, it’s okay for you to be angry if your wife misbehaves. But it’s okay for my own wife to misbehave. I should clap for my wife when she misbehaves?” Jay asked, his voice a pitch higher.
Gabby looked his cousin straight in the eyes and said, “That you rode a donkey, which you didn’t complete its payment, for donkey years, doesn’t make it legally yours. It’s the day something happens to it that you know what rights you have over the donkey.”
“What do you mean bro?” Jay asked.
“Remember, a mad man may roam the streets for years. It’s the day something happens to him that you know he has a family. You and I know perfectly well that Adele is not your wife!” Gabby told him.
Jay stared at him. He stared back. They held the gaze for a while. Suddenly, there was fear in Jay’s eyes. He raised his two hands to his head…
As Adele, unclad, sat on him, she felt the turgid snake inside her. She grinded and pounded him at intervals and could feel him lunging inside him. She had read up many literature on the act. She remembered the vaginal Kung Fu lecture from Blossom and tried it on him. He screamed endlessly as she engaged her yoni muscles to give him intense pleasure.
She had read somewhere that most women have numb caves of wonder, resulting from lack of proper use. The fear of having an atrophy muscle down there propelled her to ride harder. She was like one possessed. Her boobs bobbed and he tried to catch the tits in his mouth each time she leaned forward.
Each time she squeezed her muscles down there, he screamed in pleasure. For Adele, each squeeze meant more than just more orgasm. It meant more libido, elimination of urinary incontinence, improved and tightened skin and overall confidence. She rode with more confidence and felt it building up. Suddenly, he grabbed her waist and started thrusting into her from beneath her. It was so sudden that she screamed in pleasure, breaking her inhibitions about making loud noise during tango. She opened her mouth to scream again and realised her cave of wonder was twitching strongly. He must have felt something powerful down there too for he suddenly raised his shoulders and sat up, dipping her backward without notice. She grabbed his neck to steady herself while he grabbed her waist. Her boobs bobbed against his face and he was able to catch each with his mouth at intervals and did those things he had always wanted to do to them.
They were sceaming away and gave no care. They had travelled this route before but today seemed like their first time. They felt the wave rising together. They were ready to crest it together. They found each other’s mouth as they were about to drown. Then, they shot together, screaming. Adele felt like she was shooting ping-pong balls out of her lady part. She yelled and yelled. His screaming drowned hers They continued until they had both emptied juice sacks. Spent, the snake slipped out. They could feel the mushy juice tickling out and messing up their love zones. None of them wanted to break the magic. They held on to each other even when the tremor in their bodies had subsided.
“My woman, I love you to the moon and back,” Bolan said.
Adele smiled. He needn’t have said it for she knew. A woman knows when really loved. Saying it doesn’t make it real. Love is about two hearts reaching out to each other.
“I know,” she told him, searching for his mouth with hers.
They both felt him stir again. She felt the tingling within her. They grabbed each other…
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ay was on his fourth bottle of beer. He was seated alone in a dark corner in the joint where he ended his impromptu race. Whenever he thought of Debola, fear would grip him. He could remember the deep, seamless eyes that seemed like they would swallow him. He shuddered. He had never felt that way before. Something just didn’t feel right with Debola, as if she was taken over by a strange spirit. There was something eerie about her. Then, a pungent odour filled his office as she came out of the convenience. When he raised his head in surprise, it was obvious she didn’t smell a thing because she was smiling at him. As she moved towards him, the odour became stronger, threatening to suffocate him. That was why he bolted from his office and sprained his ankle on the stairway.
He had made a stop at a pharmacy and was given some painkillers and had some ointment applied on his ankle. He was to apply the ointment four times a day until the pain disappeared. He smiled as he poured the golden liquid into the glass. He wasn’t supposed to be taking alcohol. But then, he needed it to steady his nerves. He was sure of one thing today, he didn’t want Debola. Pregnancy or no pregnancy, it was over between them.
His phone rang. It was Meg.
“Sir, Madam Debola has gone,” she said.
“Oh, that’s good. If I’m not back at your closing time, lock my office,” he told her and ended the call.
He had no intention of leaving that hangout before dusk. He would wait until bedtime before leaving. He moved over to the sport bar where a match between Borrussia Dortmund and Monaco was being screened. It was more lively than the corner where he sat earlier. He met some diehards who were in argument. He joined them in the soccer discussion and didn’t check the time until it was close to midnight.
By the time he got to the street, everywhere was deserted. He noticed that his security man wanted to tell him something. He was saying something about a madman and wife, but Jay wasn’t in the mood to listen to any story. He waved the security man away and lurched to his apartment. He was tipsy; he had not taken beer in a while and overdid it today. Whatever he had to say would wait.
He had a hurried shower and went to bed. He slept off almost immediately his head touched his pillow.
Jay ran as he had never done in his life before. A man was chasing him. The man was muttering something. He thought he heard something like, “My wife. Give me my wife
He ran blindly, not knowing where he was going. All he knew was that he had to run as fast as his legs could carry him. But no matter how fast he ran, the footsteps in hot pursuit were only some paces away. He turned the corner of a street and heard a guffaw behind him. He turned to look at whoever was laughing only to be confronted by a madman with red teeth. He doubled his pace and ran behind a boulder.
He hid behind it and was about to close his eyes when he felt a hand close to his neck and he shrieked.
Jay jumped up and looked around wildly. He had been dreaming! But why dream about a madman? He lay back his head on the pillow…
The madman dogged Debola’s footsteps. Few people had noticed and were looking at them. Debola looked back
The security man in Jay’s house was watching them and her heart nearly stopped beating. What if he relayed what he saw to Jay? She resolved to lead her unwanted follower as far away from any familiar ground as possible. She increased her pace.
She knew that the easiest thing for her to do would be to flag down a cab. Several cabs had driven past her but she knew that the madman could level up with her any moment if she slowed down. She decided to put as much gap as possible between them. Then, she would flag down a cab and jump into it before talking destination and price with the cabbie. She ignored the people looking at them, determined to get to the next street.
Suddenly, she remembered that she had a shawl round her neck. She took it and casually draped it over her head and neck. That way, people wouldn’t see her face. She moved with more confidence.
Her phone rang and she answered the call from Aunty Prophetess.
“Aunty, I’m on my way. I’m looking for a cab,” she said.
“Hope you’ve shaken him off?” She asked.
“Nooo. He’s still following me. But once I get a cab now, I’ll jump into it before negotiating,” Debola said.
“Please do and fast. The more time he spends with you, the more difficult it becomes to fix the problem,” the prophetess said.
Debola casually looked back and noticed the madman was mimicking her again. The good thing was that he had slowed down a bit. Debola doubled her strides. She saw a cab approaching from the opposite direction and waved to him. She just prayed that the driver would stop where it would be easy for her to cross the the road to meet him. But no. The cabbie stopped opposite the madman.
She swore under her breath and moved on. The cabbie honked his horn but that only drew the attention of the madman who turned and watched him.
Debola quickened her pace again. In no time, a cab negotiated a bend just a few paces away and she quickly flagged it down. She was inside the cab before the cabbie knew what was happening. She needn’t tell the cabbie to move before he did. The cabbie screeched off, apologising.
“What was that for?” She screamed.
But just then, she noticed that the madman was already beside the cab and had stretched his hand to grab the door knob. Did he fly? He was a good distance away from her a moment ago! Mad people and their powers!
“I’m sorry ma’am. I noticed that the madman wanted to open the door,” the cabbie apologised.
Need he apologise? Debola murmured something and yawned. A wave of tiredness suddenly washed over her.
She gave the cabbie her destination address and they talked price.
As she made to relax, the cabbie asked, “Er…er…do you know him ma’am?”
“Who?” Debola asked.
“Er…the madman is following us,” the cabbie said.
Debola turned and yes, the madman was running after the cab.
“How would I know a madman?” She asked irritably.
She hoped her tone fooled the cabbie, meanwhile, she was praying inside her that the madman didn’t catch up with them for traffic was building up and they weren’t moving fast enough.
“I’m sorry ma’am,” the cabbie apologised.
She had no rest of mind. She was glancing back half of the time as they weaved through the traffic. Not until they had moved a good distance and the traffic was moving freely did she relax. By then, she was having a terrible headache.
How would she get Jay to accept this pregnancy? No doubt, he was responsible and he knew. Debola knew that it was only the pregnancy that she could use to have a hold on him. Let her get out of this madman’s palaver first.
Aunty prophetess called again to know where she was. She informed Debola that she was already in her (Debola’s) house, waiting for her.
Debola’s head was throbbing by the time she alighted from the cab at home. Aunty prophetess was waiting for her at the gate.
Debola wobbled into her apartment and flopped on the couch, clutching her tummy. She felt dizzy. Aunty prophetess, alarmed, rushed to her.
“What’s the problem?” She asked.
“I…I…my tummy,” she forced the words out.
“What’s wrong with your tummy?” Prophetess asked.
Suddenly, she clutched her tummy, screamed and collapsed on the floor. Prophetess rushed to her, tried to prop her up and screamed…
Adele and Bolan were back from the UAE. It was a memorable time together. It was Adele’s first time of going on a vacation with a man that truly loved her…and she loved him. The Residence Armani experience was one she would cherish for ever. Bolan, who was sitting on a reclining chair in his private sitting room, smiled at her. She smiled back and she shrugged the house coat off her shoulders, revealing her well sculpted body. She had nothing underneath…
Let’s continue this journey on Sunday!
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