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Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 6:35am On Dec 25, 2013 |
mistah_teepex: Hehehe suspense o... Hmm make I just go sidon enjoy xmas chaus and later come and pitch my tent here.Feel free sir. You have an awesome thread too. I never knew you were one of my ogas at the top. Enjoy sir. |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 6:37am On Dec 25, 2013 |
PrinceAdepoju: Happy Christmas And Merry New Year In Advance.You dey there sir. Same to you o and all readers of Ade's Chronicle. Thanks for being there. |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 6:39am On Dec 25, 2013 |
Oya, make una take this one now. As I saunch una this ogbonge update... |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 6:41am On Dec 25, 2013 |
Ade’s Chronicle 20 They left the staffroom but the discussion we had did not leave with them. It rang in my heart and just then I remembered how hungry I was. We had no breakfast that morning. I looked at Rotimi, he would have talked about it had it not been the discussion we had with the girls. He was visibly worried by what he had heard. I started to say something to take him out of his mood, but before I could open my mouth, he said, “Olboy ye, we no chop this morning comot house o. Dem don dey fight royal rumble for my belle o. Make we find something chop for this remaining small time abeg. No be me put them for bad thing o. Abi dry fasting dey?” It was as if he had read my mind. I knew my friend too well; he had shaken the discussion off his mind. He would still continue his duty with Bunmi as necessary. He had said his mind and that was all. He would let the matter die there but God save Shola if she crossed his path. I got up from my seat and we hopped out into the sunny afternoon to grab a brunch in the little time remaining. When we got to the staff canteen, we saw the other teachers, including Shola, sitting at the various tables around. Shola winked at us immediately we entered but we did as if we saw her not. We sat at the available table and ordered for our food. Minutes later, it was brought and we tackled it with all gusto. As we were eating, we heard the bell ringing. The break was over. Nostalgic feelings swept over me. Gone were those days when I was controlled by the sound of a bell. I remembered that at the sound of any bell, especially the break over bell, I was scrambling over to the class. Here I am now, the bell tolling away and I still sitting and eating my beloved food. Life is never static! We were still eating when the bell sounded. The teachers who were through stood up —some reluctantly, others gingerly—and headed out of the canteen, leaving a few of us. Among those leaving was Shola. The canteen was arranged in such a way that when she was moving from where she sat, she would pass by our seat. Ours was closer to the entrance than hers. She left her seat and made for the exit. She got to where we sat and said, “Good afternoon guys.” None of us replied her. We did as if we never heard her or let me say, she wasn’t there at all. Rotimi looked at the food he was eating and said, “Ol boy, this food sweet today no be small o. If na like this dem go dey cook for here, I fit no marry sef.” She made as if to comment on the statement but I think she knew better than to do that, moreover, she had not got over the initial shock of the rude treatment we gave her. “Marry, to marry dey even fear me sef. When e be say na women wey dey sleep with small girls full our country so. Make person dey teach small girls wey reach im junior sister age how to farse her fellow girl. Ol boy ye, to marry dey fear me o. Al of them go do leg like mosquito wey dey go meeting come dey look like say dem na the best wifey material for the world. Wetin dem go teach dem own pikin wey dem born by themself. Rubbish!” I spat out. Rotimi got the wind of my gist. He flowed well with it. We had to strike now that we had the advantage. She was still too stunned to move and by then, our discussion was beginning to prick her conscience because she had begun to look like one who would collapse under her weight. “Rubbish upon rubbish! If dem know say dem no go dey do men, make dem kuku stay with women. The thing wey dey even vex me be say dem go dey greet like say dem no fit shit and go dey teach small girls bad thing. Dem even dey do small boys sef. See dem life outside o. Foolish set of girls. If dem put One million on top dem head say make I marry am with the money and free house, I no go take am. My dog sef no go marry am. Idiotic bimbos. And to say dem go school. Waste of precious money!” Rotimi replied. Shola could not stand the heat of our discussion again; she walked awkwardly out of the canteen and immediately she left we started laughing our hearts out. We finished our meals and left the canteen for the staffroom. We both had no classes again for the day hence we walked leisurely to the staffroom. For most of the way, we spoke about the girls and for the little part we were silent each with his thoughts. Then we got to the staffroom to meet half of the teachers in the room. Shola was absent. She had gone to the class she had. We sat at our tables and faced our job-- marking notes and assignments. We chat over it as we marked to the chagrin of the other teachers. They just could not fathom why we had to keep disturbing them. Some had their heads on their tables; others were battling with their lesson notes. We were enigmas in the room. They knew if they said a word, we could make the place more hellish than we had done, so they had learnt to leave us as we were when we start our acts. We saw their inconveniences and decided to face our work. You need to see the relief on their faces when we stopped our chat. They were happy. I knew in their innermost selves, they would be praying for more of that situation. The whole staffroom was a graveyard for close to an hour when again I could hear the shuffling of a familiar set of feet from outside. I knew who it was. I looked at Rotimi to know if he had heard the same thing. He had heard and he also knew who it was... we burst into laughter as the feet neared the staffroom... © Yettocome™ 2013 |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 6:44am On Dec 25, 2013 |
Another one dey come o, make una still manage this one before I show face again. Make we all take jolly ourself as e dey hot reach, na me una boy o, I neva shange my name, I still dey bear Yettocome... |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 6:48am On Dec 25, 2013 |
Ade's Chronicle 21 The footsteps we heard were Shola's. They were distinct from every other person's in the school, an observation only known to Rotimi and I. The others in the school, to the best of our knowledge, were oblivious of this fact. We had tested them on various occasions and they hadn't been able to know she was the one approaching. That day, she sang as she came and I must say, Shola has one heck of a voice. A sonorous voice that the angels would envy. No wonder she hides under it to perpetrate her evil acts. She sang to the tune of Tupac's 'Shoot em all'. I knew the song courtesy of my uncle, Toyman, who is ardent fan of the late singer. She flicke her fingers as she sang the song, in a way the Igbos would say that she had been enveloped by the spirit of the song. She entered the room and all heads turned to look at her. We too had been singing Gbenga Adeboye's 'Choices'. With the track, 'Nje e ti gbo' on our lips as she stepped into the staffroom. Rotimi and I increased the tempo with which we played the characters in the track. I playing Gbenga Adeboye, Rotimi playing the backup and followers. We intentionally laughed aloud and dared anyone to talk especially Shola. But she never said a word, rather, she stopped her song and greeted everybody generally and walked carefully to her seat. She walked as one who had hot coals on the floor would, picking her steps and looking at the floor, thereby avoiding our eyes. We had become a terror to her. Are we to blame? I knew the other teachers too would be wondering what was wrong with the ever boisterous Shola, especially her two accomplices. They looked from one to the other and then to Shola and then to us as they made efforts to know what was wrong. The look on their faces told us of severe brain wracking and it triggered another round of laughter between us. I must say, we were criminals! All went back to their work and those not working were packing their bags in anticipation of going home to a good or bad night rest. We, on our own, faced our business of marking and in less than thirty minutes, we had almost dealt with the piles on our tables. We joked and talked on as we marked. We were almost through with the books when I noticed a shadow across my table. I had never been aware that someone approached me at all and I was sure that Rotimi too was caught unawares. The owner of the shadow had either moved stealthily or we had been engrossed in our working banter that we didn't notice. I looked sideways at Rotimi to see his face crease into a deadly frown. But the person was facing me and not him. He looked at me questioningly and I replied that I had no idea what the person wanted. All the while I had not looked at the person. But I was begining to feel suffocated by the person's presence. I raised my head to look questioningly into the smiling face of Shola as she stood tall over my table looking as if she had just heard that she would win Miss World with that smile of hers. I wondered what she was looking for but something told me right then that she is up to something. Either good or bad, I was not told. ''Hello, Ade, we finally have a chance to talk. I have been waiting for this day. Finally, it's here. I love the stunt you guys have been pulling since break time. The reason for it, we will talk about. But before then, I must commend you for your good sense of judgement and influence. You have succeeded in winning your friend over to your side.'' She said as Rotimi moved over to my side of the table. A drama was about to begin. ''Shola, what do you want from me or us? For the past two terms or so, I have done my best to avoid you and I think I did it well. And I can't remember having any unfinished business with you. If there is any, please let me know and we settle it fast and we end this unholy chat.'' I rolled out angrily. She took it coolly. She still had that annoying smile plastered on her also frustratingly beautiful face. I don't know why I still noticed her beauty in spite of my bitterness towards her in such a bad time. She sat herself on my table and made herself comfortable. Then she asked, ''Can't you remember my face? Rotimi, you too?'' Still very bitter, my trusted friend replied, ''We don't need to look into your face. We don't know people like you.'' Again, she just smiled or let me say, she began grinning. ''Well then, since you both seem to remember me. You might not get it so clearly. But I will toggle those handsome brains of yours. From the first day you guys had been employed and you stepped into this room, I had been looking for a way to get familiar with you. I thought I was wrong about having met you, but I get more convinced by the day that we had met somewhere. Then I began my research till I got it. Now, I knew why you don't remember me. To cut this long story short. I will ask one question. Where did you guys do you National Service?'' She asked, still grinning at our furious faces. © Yettocome™ 2013 |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 6:49am On Dec 25, 2013 |
Oya, make una talk, I run comot... *Flies with jet speed* |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Nobody: 7:40am On Dec 25, 2013 |
Yettocome: Feel free sir. You have an awesome thread too. I never knew you were one of my ogas at the top. Enjoy sir.Ah!! Oqa ke! No oh- I'm just following ur footsteps , i'm captivated by ur work |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by adegwurulez(m): 8:54am On Dec 25, 2013 |
hmmm... but una handle the matter like women |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 9:16am On Dec 25, 2013 |
mistah_teepex: Ah!! Oqa ke! No oh- I'm just following ur footsteps , i'm captivated by ur workNa lie jor. Still sha, well done sir |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 9:17am On Dec 25, 2013 |
adegwurulez: hmmm... but una handle the matter like womenBro, Shola took a bold step to meet them herself. If she hadn't, they would still go to her. |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 9:19am On Dec 25, 2013 |
I dey see some readers o. Dem no comment. Dem just do ghost mode things. Anywayz make una comment o. Oya take this... |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 9:21am On Dec 25, 2013 |
Kingphillips wetin happen na? I no see ya brake light again, why o? |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 9:27am On Dec 25, 2013 |
Ade's Chronicle 22 She was still grinning as she asked the question which made us the more furious. I was wondering that what on earth is this girl driving at. It still had not registered in my mind what our NYSC days had to do with this bitch sitting in front of us. But to see the drama out would be the best. So I replied her sarcastically, ''We served in Imo State. Orsu LGA, precisely and we taught in a school. So what has that got to do with madam?'' She took it in her stride. Got down from the table and paced the little space between Rotimi's table and mine. Then she looked around the room to see what the expression was like on the face of the other teachers in the room. They were all astonished as to what was going down at that angle of the room. After satisfactorily scanning their faces, she returned to her seat on my table. I looked at Rotimi and met that same deadly look still resident on his face. I know what would be going on in his mind would be 'This girl sabi act play o.' The statement we had used time and again for people who behaved in such manner. She smiled at us again, then said assuredly, ''I knew it! I can't be wrong. Now, I will finish the rest and take that puzzled look out of your faces. You were batch A corpers. Yes or No?'' Rotimi was really puzzled, he replied, ''Yes, what again?'' She continued after a nod, ''You both served in 2009. And you lived in the lodge provided for you by St. Paul's School, your PPA?'' This girl really dug deep o. She was hitting us close to the belt. Where is she heading to? ''Yes!'' Came the response from me. It was more of a peplexed shout than a response. ''Now, when yoy reported to the school, the Principal gave you the subjects, Economics and Accounting.'' She pressed on. ''Yes. Who told you all this?'' That was Rotimi's agitated voice. She was begining to get on his bad nerves. Anything could happen. She ignored his question and faced him squarely, as one would do to a stubborn child. ''The Principal told you of a female batch C corper who in her almost one year of service did not report to school other than to collect clearance letter. Can you remember?'' She spat at Rotimi who was seriously on edge. I had to wade in for if Rotimi should have talked, he would have squarely punched her in the face. That was Rotimi. When angry, don't let him talk. ''So Shola, it seems you know so much about our service year. So, how do you come into the picture?'' I asked, praying she would face me. Though I was also boiling inside, I had an unruffled exterior which made me deadlier than my best friend. It worked. She shifted her gaze towards me and her next words fixed the jigsaw puzzle we had been tortously exposed to for the past thirty minutes. ''I was the batch C corper the Principal was talking about.'' She said with a pout on he lips. Rotimi looked from me to her then back to me. All was now clear. Shola was a batch C corper who was posted to St. Paul's Secondary School. She had told the Principal that she would teach Mathematics and was given the senior classes to teach. She was also given a room in the lodge. But, she disappeared after the regisration only to appear every month end with one excuse or the other to collect the clearance letter and then to disappear again. How she knew us was still a mystery because when we got to the school and the principal told us, we had to assure him that we were there to stay. Our room was opposite hers and I could then remember to have only seen her the day she came to pack her things. But that day, I did not greet her nor did she greet me because I only saw her faintly fro our room where I was sleeping. Rotimi had gone to play ball that day. ''You wonder how I knew you. I had friends who told me about you, then the principal too told me when I went to him for my final clearance. I knew you well Ade, you were at home when I came to pack my things. I had met Rotimi on the field when I was chatting with a colleague that day. Rotimi just looked at me and asked if I was a new corper and I had smiled and walked away. I never spent more that a month in total there. I only came for clearance and you guys were around when I came but you didn't notice me. So, do you now remember me?'' She said standing up again. ''I remembered your face now when you reminded me of the football field. I thought so too when we just came here, but I dismissed it. So what has all this got to do with your visit to us again.'' Rotimi asked again, bringing to the fore the reason for this sudden familiarity. ''Yes, Shola. You are our senior colleague at work and in service who absconded from it and got paid. We know you now. But what effect has that got on the price of Garri?'' I pressed sarcastically. She smiled, sat down again, looked at me then at Rotimi. Then she said, ''I knew you too have heard about my deeds. I have come to tell you things you don't know about me and why I did those things I did.'' This girl is an enigma... © Yettocome™ 2013 |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Therock5555(m): 6:03pm On Dec 25, 2013 |
Ade dont stop please..... |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by haryurmide(m): 6:45pm On Dec 25, 2013 |
[quote author=Yettocome] Is that so?make i kari okada speed (using TheRocks voice)rush go read am for fb. Hope u enjoyin ur leave sha |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 10:20pm On Dec 25, 2013 |
Ade's Chronicle 23 ''I know you both hate me passionately due to what you have heard that I did. I did them truly but not without a reason. The reason might be flimsy, but I would love you to listen to me before you pass your final judgement on me.'' Shola continued. ''Who told you we heard anything about you? Or did we say anything to you about anybody reporting you to us?'' That was Rotimi. Smarting out of his anger. ''The Yorubas say that when a statement is yours, you will surely know it's yours. Ade and Rotimi, don't feed me, I can feed myself. Your countenance and attitude towards me since we met at the canteen speaks volumes of words and don't forget that I heard your conversation over the meal while I was coming out of the canteen. I am no kid, I no you had heard something and with your characters and antecedents in this school, I know that those girls had told you all that happened between us and moreover, you Ade had caught me thrice on that bed with my young boyfriends. I just want you to listen to me before you conclude over me.'' She begged. She had said the truth. But I had not planned to confront her on the issue rather she had presented herself on a platter of gold to be devoured not only by me but by my trusted friend as well. It was time to play along, let's hear what pushed her into such shameful acts. I had noticed something about me, when people have problems, I seem to have the perfect solutions to their problems. But when I become webbed in a dilemma, trilemma or any problem whatsoever, I find no solution to them on my own, rather, they just got solved some how. This is one of such. Shola had just helped me solve this and it is even more than what I would have done or wanted. ''I am Shola. The only living daughter and child of Chief and Mrs Orilowo.'' Her sonorous voice once again snapped me out of my reverie. There is still something I find irresistible about that voice. ''I as you know, am a paedophile. I do boys and girls under the age of eighteen. Presently, I have eight girls and five boys under me who I do things with. I was the one who taught Bola, Bimbo and Bunmi the act of bisexualism. I have my own boyfriend who is unaware of these acts of mine. I know you hate me, especially Rotimi and you would love to hand me over to the Police. But please wait before doing that.'' She confessed. I looked into her eyes, they were heavy with tears but I was not moved by them rather they made me hate her the more even as she looked repentant. Rotimi stood up from his seat. He paced around for a while before looking at her straight in the eye seeing the tears she was fighting not to shed. I saw my friend's hands clenched into a fist and before I could say Robinson Crusoe, he crashed his fist into Shola's face, 'Gba!' ''What are you telling me? Answer me! What are you telling me? You shameless bitch, you want to ruin the lives of young girls, you taught them the act of blackmail, you even sleep with young boys, yet you have the effrontery to stand in front of I and my friend and tell us trash! What the hell have you got to say? Speak or I will add to it for you! You are happy that you do bad things. Just thank God this is a school. Mtcheeeewwww!'' He poured out. It was too fast and Shola did not have the chance of dodging it. I held Rotimi. I had known such could happen but I did not expect it that soon. That was the second time he would hit a girl since I had known him, the first being an insolent bimbo he beat up when we were in secondary school. Rotimi was not remorseful about his action. Rather, he made to give her another of that deadly fist but I held him and made him sit down. I knew better than say anything to him. Shola held her face where the well timed blow had caught her between her upper lip and nose. I walked to her having stepped back from the hit. I begged her and told her to go but she refused. She said, ''I deserve it and more, Ade. I know you too feel like punching me but you are just masking it. I fear you more than Rotimi, the worst he could do is physical assault. Yours could be worse. Leave me. And help me beg him to allow me finish my story in peace. After, he can then pummel me to death.'' I looked at my fuming friend and begged him with my eyes. He looked away. The staffroom by then had become empty. The other staff members had gone home and we were the only ones left there. They had not alerted us of their exit and they had not witnessed the little incident. I was glad. Shola looked at her watch. I looked at mine, it was well past three. As I made to talk, she held up her hand saying, ''Please let's leave here and go to my place or yours. My house is a stone's throw from here but if you aren't comfy with it, we could go to yours. I just need us to finish this today.'' That said, I walked over to Rotimi who reluctantly agreed that we walk to her house. With that, we told her to lead the way out of the room to her house where all her story would be heard... © Yettocome™ 2013 |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by haryurmide(m): 11:50pm On Dec 25, 2013 |
Ride on bro. |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Nobody: 10:26am On Dec 26, 2013 |
Anoda captivating piece yet written....... Carry on bro.... |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 9:28am On Dec 27, 2013 |
haryurmide: Ride on bro.Yes sir. |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 9:29am On Dec 27, 2013 |
mistah_teepex: Anoda captivating piece yet written....... Carry on bro....Thanks boss |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 9:31am On Dec 27, 2013 |
The rock5555: Ade dont stop please.....I don see you o. Facebook dey o... |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 9:32am On Dec 27, 2013 |
In fact, if i dey work sef i go happy. Leave just dey allow me fat for house ni o... |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 9:55am On Dec 27, 2013 |
Ade's Chronicle 24. Her house was truly not far from the school. After ten minutes of graveyard silence walk at a snail speed from the school, we got there. It was a two storeyed building and she lived on the first floor. The ground floor was occupied by another set of people. The ground floor was the type normally called face-me-I-face-you. It was a room and parlour affair with bath and kitchen ensuite. I roughly counted five of such as we walked through the passage to the stairs at the end of the long hallway. The people at home peeped to greet her in a respectful manner and she replied as best as she could with her swollen mouth. One of them even asked her what happened and she lied that she had a minor accident and her two colleagues at work helped her home. The man thanked us profusely but we never uttered a word as we progressed to the stairs. We took the flight of stairs one after the other with Shola in front followed by Rotimi, then I. Shola lived in a four bedroom flat all alone. She let herself in and asked us to come in, which we did. Her sittingroom was tastefully furnished and every item in the room spoke of affluence. I asked myself how she came about the money to live in such opulence. Definitely, her salary could not afford her such luxury. The door from the stairs led to the sitting room which had a bar and a detached dining room. The dining led to the kitchen and an emergency exit which was locked. Behind the three seater settee, was a door which led to the master bedroom and the other three rooms. I was lost in thought but I did well to appear unfazed by the sight that greeted me at Shola's house. We were also comfortable, but this was too much for a single lady living alone! Rotimi was also surprised by what he saw. I saw the look on his face as Shola excused herself to change her clothes and clean her swollen bloodied mouth. She came back and asked what we would eat or drink. The still vexing Rotimi replied, ''Did you bring us here to eat and drink? If you have nothing better to say, we would be on our way.'' I knew better than to say otherwise. I was still angry but something told me to exercise caution in expressing my anger. Shola went in and brought out two glasses and a large bottle of Eva water. She placed it on the centre table opposite us and sat herself on the one seater chair across the room. Her action infuriated Rotimi again as he stood up moving to the table, he picked one of the glasses but I was fast this time around as I held his hand before he threw it at Shola. His hand shook and the glass dropped on the rugged floor without breaking. I picked it up and placed it in the tray. ''Shola take this out of here and tell us why you brought us here. Or we would like to go home.'' I said to her. Shola was still shocked at Rotimi's action. She could not believe that she just escaped another onslaught from the angry man in front of her. Rotimi sat down beside me still fuming as she took the tray out and placed it on the dining table. She came back and sat on her former chair. Then she cleared her voice which was badly shaking. ''Ehm ehm ehm... I don't know how to begin.'' She couldn't gather her thoughts. Rotimi had shaken her badly. That guy was a terrorist! Finally, after seven minutes, she got her voice and began to speak. ''I am Shola Orilowo as you know. I am the only surving daughter and child of Chief and Mrs Orilowo. This is where my parents lived before their death. But now, I am the landlady of the house and other properties they had. Please be patient with me as I tell you my journey into paedophilia and bisexualism. I am sorry. Rotimi please just be a little calm and please just listen to me.'' She pleaded. ''My dad married my mum some thirty something years ago. I was the third child they had and I had three elder siblings. All things were going well till one day when my mum took ill. Daddy took her to the hospital and she was admitted. Mummy was diagnosed of kidney stones and she was flown abroad then for surgery. She came back and was well for some months before she had a relapse and back to the hospital again with the same ailment.'' She narrated. We were touched by that but we had not softened totally. We listened with rapt attention. ''The doctor assured dad she would be alright but she was not. All efforts put in yielded no result. She was flown abroad again, but it was still the same thing. Mum lived in the hospital for close to a year. Then one bright morning, on my third birthday, my siblings and I visited her at the hospital to spend the day with her. She was extra lively that day and she played and prayed for us. She later asked us to go that she wanted to sleep. Dad came home that night to tel us that our mother had given up the struggle to live. She was said to have died smiling. I still believed I killed her.'' She cleaned the drop of tears in her eye and continued. ''Two years after her death, dad married the woman changed my life...'' © Yettocome™ 2013 |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 10:14am On Dec 27, 2013 |
Ade's Chronicle 25. ''Mrs. Yinka Orilowo (nee Adelanwa) became our step mother after our mother's death. All wthigs went smoothly but one thing was never known about her, she was a LESBIAN, though secretly. She was one of the early importers of the act due to her wide travels. She had sworn then that she would never marry but when her finances began dwindling, she had to go back to her vomit and then she got hooked up with my dad. But unknown to anybody in and out of the family, she had continued her acts secretly as she had been doing.'' Shola continued her tale. Rotimi had softened a little because he had not known where the story is heading to. I also suspected nothing because what Shola was driving at was still beyond me and barrages of questions had begun to form in my mind. ''Two years into their marriage, things began to take a different dimension. My eldest brother fell ill while dad was abroad on a trip. Our step mother never took care of him as she ought to. Two days after the illness began, he died at home. That was only when she took him to the hospital. The doctor had said that he died of complications as a result of untimely treatment of the jaundice that had attacked him. Yinka had came to destroy the joy that dad and mum had toiled to build. But she encouraged dad and his business. What went on, we never knew because we were too young to know.'' Shola cleaned a tear that formed in her left eye. I was begining to feel for her. But how did she become this bad? What happened to her second sibling? These burned in me. Rotimi shifted in his chair, a sign that he was going with the flow of the story and that was a good sign. ''Dad was a prosperous businessman. He took us with him once in a while for holidays and a year after my brother's death, dad was to take us all on his trip but Yinka convinced him to leave us at home and go with her alone. So, we were left in the care of our nanny now of blessed memory. She took care of us well, but fate would always deal us a big blow. I was eight that year my brother was ten, we knew next to nothing about electricity other than switching on and off the teevee. That day, Mamee, as we call our nanny, went to the market. We were watching the teevee when it suddenly went off, my brother went to the socket to see what happened. I remembered he went to the kitchen to take an iron spoon and into the socket it went. I saw my brother shaking, I thought he was dancing till he fell down clutching the spoon in the socket. I ran to him, touched him and a force threw me off and I landed on my butts. When I woke up, I was in the family hospital with dad, Mamee, and Yinka staring down at me. My brother never survived that incident. That was how I became the only one left of the three of us.'' Shola paused. She was sobbing silently. Her cry was muffled and I was sobbing inside. My eyes were moist from unshed tears and they threatened to start forming a torrent. I sniffed to hold them back. Shola had suffered, I pity her. Rotimi was not better. He was an emotional hump. The anger he had minutes earlier had suddenly become grief. He was openly sobbing. He brought out his handkerchief to mop up his tears. He was almost distraught. Such was the Rotimi I knew. One minute mad, the other minute a pitiable sight. ''Shola, please before you continue, it would be nice if you can get us a bottle of water.'' I said as I saw the need for us to have a slight pause from the highly charged and sad atmosphere in the room. She stood up from her seat and walked as fast as her legs could carry her to the dining room. She came back with the earlier tray she had brought. The only difference being that she changed the bottle of water for two colder ones and she came with three glasses as against the initial two she had earlier brought. She placed the tray on the centre table, opened it and filled a glass. I thought it was for either I or Rotimi but she disappointed me as she downed the content and went for a second before dropping the glass and going back to her seat. We needed no further invitation as Rotimi was the first to get to the table. He downed three glasses of water too before going back to his seat. I took only two glasses before muttering a silent 'Thank you' to Shola who did not respond. ''By her fifth year in our house, Yinka hadn't given birth to any child. This got dad worried and I think they made a lot of attempts and their efforts yielded result a year after my brother was electrocuted. She got pregnant and had a baby girl two months after my ninth birthday. She still kept her lesbian affairs secret and was successful in the secret keeping. When her daughter clocked a year and I had clocked ten, something happened to alter my life till date.'' Shola recounted fresh tears springing from her eyes. She cared less about cleanong them as she went into the story of what happened. Rotimi by now was on the rug his shirt soaked in sweat despite the airconditioned room... © Yettocome™ 2013 |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by adegwurulez(m): 4:05pm On Dec 27, 2013 |
hmm... interesting |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by PrinceAdepoju(m): 5:25pm On Dec 27, 2013 |
hmmm...so touching, i feel for her too. . . o ma se oo |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Nobody: 7:43pm On Dec 28, 2013 |
Wow...touchy... Nice one @ OP. |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 11:45pm On Dec 28, 2013 |
adegwurulez: hmm... interestingYou just wait. |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 11:46pm On Dec 28, 2013 |
PrinceAdepoju: hmmm...so touching, i feel for her too. . .You aint seen nothing yet |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 11:47pm On Dec 28, 2013 |
Phinity318: Wow...touchy...Just hang around and encourage with ur comments. Thanks. More on da way. |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 11:49pm On Dec 28, 2013 |
Ade's Chronicle 26. I was not that better off than Rotimi because I also sweating profusely as one who just faced the bakerman's oven. I was still sitting on the chair but it couldn't contain me again. I just don't know how I was still on the chair. It was all captivating. Shola was still crying. Now, it had become a rain of tears as the floodgates of tears were opened and the waters flowing ceaselessly therefrom. It was a pitiable sight! She continued recounting her tale, ''When I became ten years old, my step mother became extra nice to me. The reason was not known to me until one particular day.'' At this juncture, another round of tears were opened from the tap of endless tears from Shola's eyes. I was also so moved that I never knew when tears were flowing from my eyes. Rotimi got up sluggishly from the rug he sat on and went towards Shola. She made no attempt to stop him. He encircled his arms around her neck and muttered words of consolation. ''Sorry Shola,'' was all he kept saying as he shed tears of comaradarie. After what seemed like ages, Shola got herself back and continued her story. ''One night, I was sleeping peacefully in my room. That room over there,'' she pointed to the door leading to the rooms. ''I was sleeping when I felt something creeping up between my legs. I thought I was dreaming till I could bear it no more and I woke up. I was startled to see my stepMum, Yinka, kneeling on my bed with her fingers probing my pubic region. I looked at her inquiringly but she smiled and put her index finger to her lips saying I should keep quiet. I asked her what it was but before I could protest her foolish and lame reply, she had pounced on me kissing and tearing the night dress I wore. I shouted but no one could help me. Dad had travelled. She had her way with me using one stick-like thing to prod my parts, I later learnt it was called a Love Machine. She used the thing too to satisfy herself as I sat crying on my bed. She later asked me to tell no one. She said if I do, she would kill me. That was how it became a regular occurence between my step mother and I and it went on for years. That was how I learnt about lesbianism but you know what guys? Deep inside me, I hated the act because I felt it wasn't natural and I enjoyed intomacy with men more than with females but it has been engrained in me that I just can't help but do it.'' She finally told us. Surprisingly, she did not cry again rather she smiled as she watched as we opened our mouths in disbelief. ''My stepmum was killed in a car crash with dad and her daughter along the Abuja- Lokoja road. I was in the University then. She had told dad to drive from Abuja to Lagos after a wekend holiday they had when I was in school. I was happy she died because she made me who I am today. And to make matters worse, her daughter too had learnt the act from her. Dad never knew till he died and you two will be the first people I will be telling since I was raped and inducted into the act. But I just don't know why I keep spreading it to young girls. I just feel it is natural to sleep with young people both boys and girls.'' She paused to drink water. Then she said, ''Ade and Rotimi. I think I need help. I want to stop this act of peadophilia and bisexualism. Folake and the other girl are my partners but I am ready to ditch them if need be. I want a straight life. I want to be a model to the young girls. Bola, Bunmi and Bimbo are my current victims, I am ready to stop with them. Kunle and Dolapo are not that difficult to stop, I....... I just want to stop spoiling young children.'' With that, she burst into another round of tears. She was totally distraught and inconsolable. Rotimi and I now see that she was a victim of child abuse. She was a victim of circumstance. Who were we to have judged her? We just looked on as she cried her heart out. Words escaped us. The task was a huge one. It was evident that she had been psychologically brutalised. Keeping such a secret for donkey's years was no child's play. What to do to help her, we never know but she needs help. Even the victims she named too needed help and the task fell on nobody else but Rotimi and his friend, I, Ade. We left her house after hours of consolation promising to give her a feedback on our plan of action the next day. Our phones had seventy three missed calls each. They were from Bunmi. She had got home and did not meet us. There and then, Rotimi knew we had to get a solution in earnest because he could not continue with the illicit act between him ane Bunmi. The one I was about to start too had to be nipped in the bud. Thank God, it is now three on three. Bunmi and co on a side, versus Shola, Rotimi and I on the other side. Folake and her friend too needed help. We ourselves needed outside help. Twenty four hours was all we had to get a plan in progress, else we have to resign. ''Ol boy ye, this thing hard o!'' Rotimi burst into my thoughts as I tried to think out a way forward... © Yettocome™ 2013 1 Like |
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