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Mirages And Mirrors.... by ahmstrng(m): 2:44am On Dec 24, 2016
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EPISODE 1....
Febisire bent a little to avoid the corrugated iron makeshift shade in front of Mama Tochi’s shop. She had gone to collect the “Okrika” her mum just got for her, she is meeting her step siblings the next day and she must look her best. Her “Dad” had contacted her after 12 years of neglect, he needs to introduce her to her siblings he had told her mother. Her mother had never liked the fact that he ignored her, and she wouldn’t have allowed him introduce her to his kids but Iya Ebun’s incessant lectures about the thickness of blood than water changed Febisire mother’s mind. Her Dad knew she was his daughter but he never claimed her neither has he been there for her when she needed him. Graduation – no show, Birthdays – silence, Sick – no show not even when she had been awarded a scholarship did he call or message her to praise her for her achievement, despite it being shown on almost every TV station and announced on every radio station. It had been broadcasted over and over again “Febisire Olarinde awarded full scholarship by the Governor for her performance at the Spelling Bee competition”.

Her big mummy in London had called she was the one who paid her school fees then whenever her “Dad” is out of the country, that happens every time. He never sends what she needs to her when she needs it. Febisire had totally forgotten she had a “Dad” until the day he called.
Her mother had called Mama Tochi to ask when she would open a new bale of Okrika, Friday is the day a big sack of used clothes would be deposited in Mama Tochi’s shop, Febisire went to her shop early to select the best amongst the piles upon piles of the used clothes.

She had complained the first time her mother bought her set of sweaters and sandals from Mama Tochi’s shop,
“they smell like one dangerous chemical Jor, is the smell supposed to be the perfume for the clothes ni” she had asked as she screwed up her nose while her mother sorts through the clothes, her mother hissed loudly when she noticed a button was missing in one of the sweaters, another sweater had an inconspicuous hole which her mother said she could fix but nevertheless she was annoyed she had bought sweaters that has faults with her hard earned money
“it is second hand Mother, you shouldn’t expect more now” Febisire scoffed

Febisire stopped countering her mother when she saw the freshly laundered sweaters, they looked so new and cool, like something Gabriella in High School Musical would wear.

Re: Mirages And Mirrors.... by ahmstrng(m): 2:44am On Dec 24, 2016
She bought detergent from the woman who sells beverages in front of her house, there is Dettol at home to disinfect the new dress. Febisire wondered whether her step siblings wear Okrika too.

****************
“Come in” a haughty voice said from within, Febisire opened the door to see a chocolate skinned girl lying lazily on a sofa in the big sitting room, the room was painted blinding white, silver curtains adorn the walls and there are wooden works of arts lying carelessly around the room. A carving of a Lion with his mouth open sat beneath the gigantic plasma screen. The table is made of fine glass that made Febisire look prettier than she was when she peered into it after she was left alone.

She shook her legs waiting for the haughty girl who had told her “wait” to come back, she was getting uncomfortable already, what would her other siblings reaction be like? Her mother had refused to come and did not tell her why, her cousins are away in Minna, Anambra and Ghana respectively, she was all by herself. Sweat was trickling from the back of her knee to her ankle and she quickly mopped it with her dress.

The door creaked and she sat up, the haughty girl came out first then she went back in, she could hear muffled laughter and screams of excitement.
” you go first shey you were going before now” a thin voice whined
” are you high? Have I not seen her before?” the haughty voice challenged

They continued in that manner and eventually came to an agreement, Febisire was sweating profusely at this point, her stomach churned and she regretted the tea she drank hurriedly fearing she would be late.

“Hello” the one with the thin voice said smirking, she has a beautiful round face, her chubby cheeks complimented her well shaped jaw, but there is still a silent stupidity to the overbearing perfection of her face. The crop top and leggings she wore screams thousands of Naira and Febisire wondered how much it would have cost compared to her own floral dress.
Re: Mirages And Mirrors.... by ahmstrng(m): 2:45am On Dec 24, 2016
“her name is Kunmi and I am Kitan, our brothers are not in at the moment, they went to play ball… “the haughty one said, her voice trailing off she was dressed in a black and white playsuit, she tilted her head to a side as she typed on her phone, Febisire nodded and stared at the gold casing on the phone wondering if it was real gold- Dubai gold, Saudi gold, Italian gold, Nigeria gold… Wait, her Aunty Falila doesn’t mention Nigerian Gold when she is talking about Gold.

” what should we offer you, Dad and Mum are not around and won’t be back till evening, hold on, Hello Korede where are you guys? She is here. You guys should be fast Jor. Ehehehehehhe you are not serious, better come and see your sister hahahahahha” she hung up

” I am not hungry”
“fine” Kitan said and surfed through TV stations, Kunmi was quiet and stole glances at Febisire from time to time.
Febisire felt more uncomfortable and tried to sit back in the settee, but she sank into it instead the settee was just too soft not hard with it foams peeping out like the well beaten chair her mother kept saying she would change when she collects her arrears.

Kunmi and Kitan shared gossips and Febisire observed, Kunmi is the quiet one, her quiet nature is largely due to her cluelessness over stuff, she hangs on to Kitan’s every word. Kitan is the smarter not so pretty one, confident and so sure of herself. She is equally chatty and knows who is wearing cheap, expensive or knock off stuff.

The door opened and two lanky boys stumbled in, they were sweaty and dirty, grinning from ear to ear. They cast polite smiles at Febisire and went inside the kitchen.
” that is Kale and Korede our brothers ” one of them came out, the lighter of the two ” Korede is the baby of the house” Korede threw Febisire a pudgy smile and began to spread jam on the slice of bread he was holding, Kale came out of the kitchen and lunged for the bread, he stuffed it into his mouth and ran before Korede could seize him
Re: Mirages And Mirrors.... by ahmstrng(m): 2:45am On Dec 24, 2016
“stupid boys” Kitan hissed and faced Febisire squarely
” what is your own name, Daddy only told us “our” sister is coming”
” Febisire” the sweat from her armpit was making her uncomfortable.
” what kind of name is that one?” Kitan challenged “why didn’t it start with K like our own” Kunmi was puzzled.

The door was opened before Febisire could answer and a slender tall man strides into the living room, he took one look at them all and asked “hope you guys are bonding” before leaving for his own room. A harsh loud voice reels out curses upon curses, the voice got nearer and the door reveals a fair skinned portly woman decked in French lace blouse and Velvet wrapper. Her Gele was tied in a flamboyant style, it looks large enough to shade at least three people from the angry stare of the sun when the need arises. Febisire thought she looks like Madam Kofo just that she was lighter.

” Rasaki your generation will never know peace, useless bastard eleriburuku omo irankiran” she screamed as she took a sit on the sofa her chest heaving, if the piles of makeup wasn’t on her face, she would have been called beautiful, but the crisscross of huge brows drawn in a lopsided manner which almost touches her forehead gave her a maniac look, dangerous red lipstick, shocking pink blush and alarming green eyeshadow did no justice to her beauty. Febisire saw the striking resemblance between her and Kitan.

Rasaki a haggard looking old man scurried into the living room with a big sack balanced on his back, his legs shook uncontrollably as he drags himself into the kitchen.

“Rasaki God will ruin you for me before you ruin me, olosi” she removes the gele from her head and fans herself. She realized the strange presence in the room
“yes, from where? Kunmi have I not warned you about keeping friends? She demanded with raised eyebrows, Febisire shuddered.

“Mummy that is our sister that Daddy talked about now” Kitan said looking bored and annoyed at the same time. Kunmi stood up and left the room.

“Oh oh, welcome my dear” she stood up and left the sitting room as Febisire genuflects.
Re: Mirages And Mirrors.... by ahmstrng(m): 2:46am On Dec 24, 2016
Febisire sat for what seemed like an eternity before she announced she was living, Kitan offered to see her off.
“when will you come and visit us again”
“soon” Febisire said. She wanted to say more but Kitan has boredom written all over her face again.
“bye”
“bye”
Febisire wondered why her “Dad” acted the way he did, she was not expecting a grand welcome or niceness from anybody but she didn’t expect the indifference either.
“How did it go”? Her mother asked as she pulled off her shoes
“Fine, my Dad didn’t come out of his room till I left, mummy… ” her mother wasn’t listening, her eyes were glued to the TV screen, a woman was chasing her husband with her knife, the husband a fat man with sagging trousers and the wife a thin woman with extra large dress, it was a funny scene. Her mother wasn’t laughing, she only stared fixed to the screen as her eyes turn glassy.

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Re: Mirages And Mirrors.... by ahmstrng(m): 1:17pm On Dec 27, 2016
EPISODE 2!!!

“Students should go home now, go home now” The head boy jingles the big bell he was holding and bellows from time to time, children in kindergarten and nursery classes peeped through the window and stared as the headboy made his announcement in the senior students block. It was just 12pm

The proprietor of the school, a London trained man in his fifties came home years ago after spending the better part of his life in London, he had complained bitterly about the deplorable state of the government-owned schools and the inability of a Grade one student to spell her name
“This is demoralizing innit!” he had rambled on and on in front of people who barely understand English not to talk of the Queens English he has adopted. Then he swore to start a school, a good school, standard one, the kind of school that could compete with children that schooled in London. His school became one of the most reputable schools around until greed chewed deep into his pocket, enough wasn’t enough and he increased the school fees every term. Parents began to withdraw their kids and the ones who stayed were told the school standard is difficult to maintain in present Nigeria economy.
When the children in every class became a handful, he merged those in Primary 6 into one, same with other classes and began to repaint and renovate the other block, the next day he put up a signboard outside advertising his “International secondary school that teaches with the British curriculum”. And he has caught the Nigerian bug as he terms it so the reverence for quantity over quality.
A block belongs to the kindergarten and primary class pupils. The second block is for the seniors in secondary school.

The headboy marched to the kindergarten classes and told the teacher the message the Principal asked him to pass around, the teacher who is the type not to let news pass her by left the headboy in her class against his will and flew to the Principal’s office where she met other news hungry teachers. There was a pregnant silence in the room as each teacher shuffled his feet out after hearing the news from the principal, those standing and sighing from time to time refuse to break the bad news.

” Yes, the Governor was shoot by unknown gunmen this afternoon ” he whispered to a teacher who just entered.
She flew out of the office the way she flew in and wailed as she ran back to her class.
” Sildren, Sildren the Gofnor is dead o, oya pack bag and wait for mummy and daddy. I will start call now okay “? She began to wail again and the confused kids joined as she dismissed the headboy.
Re: Mirages And Mirrors.... by ahmstrng(m): 1:17pm On Dec 27, 2016
Febisire trudged home with her friends burdened with the big bag containing loads of textbooks and the death of the man who just awarded her a full scholarship.
Her mother was not home when she got back and she stylishly took the key beneath the footmat in front of their apartment.

There is light and all the TV stations were showing clips of the Governor’s convoy and the aides who died trying to protect the Governor.

“What about the security personnel? The policemen? Where were they when this nefarious act was being perpetrated”? A man with white moustache and fading Grey hair screamed into the camera.

Febisire turned off the TV and went into the kitchen to carry the pap she couldn’t finish in the morning as she rushed to school, it has gotten cold.
There was knocks on the door as she spooned sugar into her pap.

Her mum entered the room with her bag clasped between her armpit

” turn on the TV, turn on the TV” she said without seating down

Febisire turned on the TV and went to sit behind the curtain, her mother squinted as she struggled to read what was written on the TV, she let out a yelp and began to hum, she brought out her phone and began to call everybody she knows retelling the sordid story with spice and sugar

Aunty Falila in London did not pick her phone and Febi wondered where her mother got the call card to call all the people she has been calling.

She fixed her phone to charge when she was done calling everyone and went into their room.
Febi knew why her mother was calling everybody, it wasn’t to discuss the misfortune that has befallen the state. It is to put it across to well-meaning people to her education is at stake.

She peered out through the dusty window, her fingers left marks on the pane, she pretended to be an Ifa Priestess and began to make scribbles on the pane the way she saw it in movies, a dog barked outside and she closed the curtain and ran into their room.

” Go and wash that your mouth and legs before you climb this bed”
” But I am not dirty ma” Febi sneered
“I am not raising a pig, go and wash that mouth before you climb this bed” her mother repeated
” you said mouth and leg before ”

” Go and shower before you climb this BED!”
” So I shouldn’t wash my mouth again? And my leg? I should just shower? Mummy, mummy” she moved closer and nudged her mother, she felt it before she saw it. The tingling pain that comes from the Koboko.
Re: Mirages And Mirrors.... by ahmstrng(m): 1:19pm On Dec 27, 2016
She howled and ran into the kitchen before running out and entering the bathroom, she didn’t stop howling as she meticulously scrubbed her body.

” if you don’t stop that nonsense, I will enter the bathroom and whip you some more. You want to be a problem child abi”?

Febi stopped howling, she hates it when she is called a problem child. She shivered as she stepped out of the bathroom, it has gotten dark outside and NEPA took the light as she creamed her body, a hush has fallen over the state, even the dog outside has stopped barking.

She climbed into bed eyes wide open as her mother combed her wardrobe searching for what she only knows.

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Re: Mirages And Mirrors.... by ahmstrng(m): 9:29pm On Jan 05, 2017
sorry for the delay
Re: Mirages And Mirrors.... by ahmstrng(m): 9:42pm On Jan 05, 2017
EPISODE 3!!!!!

Mama T came to visit the weekend after the Governor was assassinated, dressed in a bright pink lace that has tiny stones scattered all over it sewn into a skirt and a blouse, she is a galaxy when she steps out into the sun, her hair fell to her waist, it is a high quality human hair that feels like silk when touched, Mama T’s rich dark skin complemented the dress

Febi was the one who opened the door, she had sat grudgingly on the stool in the kitchen as her mother cooked, her mother would not let her touch the pots not for the fear of Febi getting burnt but because she would not want her to waste her pot of stew when an important visitor is coming to their humble home today. Going to open the door was like being free from a prison. Febi ducked into their room as soon as she opened the door for Mama T. As much as Febi admires Mama T, so does she fear her. Mama T is the reality of all the glamour she sees in the Yoruba movies she steals out of bed to watch.

Her mother called and she smiled shyly when her eyes met with Mama T’s.

The bowl of steaming hot vegetable was gingerly carried into the sparse sitting room by Febi. Mama T readjusted herself on the settee, she was used to softer and more comfortable seats but her friend is her friend, she screwed her nose as Febi placed the soup on the table, Mama T stared disapprovingly at the chipped edges of the table. She still can not fathom why her friend would continue to deal with herself, she had vowed never to have anything to do with her again but what is there to do when your friend calls in the middle of the night crying and sounding really dejected ” I didn’t send her to open leg for a married man, silly miss perfect” Mama T cursed under her breath
She smiled wistfully as she remembered how her friend would keep malice with her for days because she went out with a boy she is not supposed to go out with and worse still she slept with him, she would nag and condemn her when she gets pregnant and aborts it before it starts showing, her dear friend called her vile and a murderer for it, her sweet little friend eventually got entangled in a paternity mess, how sweet it was to see her crying every time Mr Olarinde hangs up on her the moment he hears her voice. She imagined him angrily jamming back the receiver . Righteousness has rewarded her friend well… With a bastard. She spits inwardly and gave Febi a shark like smile.
Re: Mirages And Mirrors.... by ahmstrng(m): 9:43pm On Jan 05, 2017
Febi’s mother entered the room carrying the smell of curry, thyme and nutmeg with her
” you smell like fresh meat about to be prepared” Mama T commented

Febi’s mother smiled thinly and asked when “he” would be coming
” soon Bisola, you should go and freshen up, you need not tell him how good your cooking skills are with this exotic smell oozing from you” Mama T clicked her tongue and looked at Febi from the corners of her eyes, she seemed to be asking her friend “does she know”. Febi’s mother nodded in the negative and stood up to go and have her bath

There was a knock on the door the moment Febi’s mother stepped out of the bathroom, she stared wide eyed at her friend and stumbled into the bedroom, Febi opened the door and saw a giant of a man towering above her, he looked down on her in a condescending manner and sneered, Febi swallowed and stood still

” Didn’t your mother teach you well, invite him in if you can’t greet him” Mama T barked, she looked Febi up and down and hissed. The giant entered the sitting room and greeted Mama T with a smile, he took a seat beside Mama T after complaining about how the foams on the other seats would ruin his expensive suit

Febi’s mother breezed out of the bedroom and smiled warmly at the Giant, he smiled back exposing kolanut stained teeth, Febi noticed the tribal marks on his face and looked away, vertical lines that curved at the cheekbones is incised from the side of his face right into his mouth. He look no better than an ape and raises up his nose every time like someone who just perceived a dead rat rotting away.

Febi was sent into the room with a look from her mother, she could hear the Giant smacking his mouth minutes later and burping loudly while her mother giggles softly and Mama T chats loudly talking about how worse the economy has gotten, the climate change and other things that is stupid and equally useless to her and everyone around her. She often thinks silence brews animosity, she doesn’t want the atmosphere to be too tense, in fact she wouldn’t want it to be tense at all, silence would make her friend think deep and change her mind, she wouldn’t want that. She wouldn’t want her friend to change her mind about marrying Alhaji Goro.

They would make the perfect beauty and the beast, her so called educated well mannered friend will never have the price charming she thought she would have and almost had with Olarinde. It is better they both have miserable life, she wouldn’t be the only one to tell tales of her encounters with the wives of the Honourables and ministers she follows up and down, her friend too will never have peace with Alhaji Goro’s mad wives.

* * *
Febi was called into the room, Alhaji Goro plucks out meat from his teeth with a thread he appears to have cut from his expensive suit, his open belly reminds Febi of Aunty Falila’s own when she was pregnant, Alhaji Goro’s own is a little bit bigger than her aunty’s own.

” Febi, how would you like to have a new daddy?” her mother opened her teeth, Febi shook her head and looked at Alhaji Goro, Mama T and then her mother.
Re: Mirages And Mirrors.... by ahmstrng(m): 9:43pm On Jan 05, 2017
” No”
” what is wrong with this one? You are an ogbanje abi? I knew it you don’t want your mother to marry and have another child, ekwensu you are an evil thing” Mama T spits

” Don’t talk to my daughter like that ” Febi’s mother warned sternly, Alhaji Goro belched loudly and continued to remove the meats hidden between his ugly teeth

Febi shook her head and began to cry, her mother drew her close and rocked her from side to side

” very soon you will do junior WAEC, this one you want to continue sucking your mother’s breast ehehehehe” Mama T cackled
” How can she suck breast when I am here now, eh?” Alhaji Goro beamed his kolanut stained teeth on Febi and Febi screamed, Mama T and Alhaji Goro burst into laugher at the same time while her mother continued to soothe her
” it’s okay, stop crying or I will spank you, oya sorry, it’s okay you hear?” her mother continues to pat her
Febi shivered and gripped her mother tightly.

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Re: Mirages And Mirrors.... by Ehmjay(m): 10:01pm On Jan 05, 2017
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Re: Mirages And Mirrors.... by ahmstrng(m): 11:00pm On Jan 06, 2017
EPISODE 4!!

Alhaji Goro is the head of Butchers in the state, a shrewd man with penchant for monopoly. He found it hard to monopolize the meat market when the assassinated Governor was still alive. Alhaji Goro uses his powers to stop other butchers from butchering cows, rams and goats whenever he does so. He would set aside a day to slaughter his and no other butcher dare slaughter any of his animals that day. All hell will be let loose that day, Alhaji Goro would deal ruthlessly with such fellow. Once a well-mannered equally successful butcher refused to be fazed by Alhaji Goro’s threats and he slaughtered two cows that day, he was taking his bath when his sons bellowed his name, with a towel loosely tied around his waist, he ran towards the slaughterhouse and saw a pool of blood, his two sons lie lifeless in the mud, their two eyes were wide open and both have been slit in the throat. Cow blood mixed with human blood, the butcher refused to pick up his towel when it fell from his waist and he staggered towards his sons, he fell into the pool of blood and began to scoop it while crying seriously. He shook his head from side to side and looked around him. Then he sprang up and ran towards the market, nobody could catch up with him he entered the market ever since and he is now an amusement for lecherous women at the market place who asks him to swing his penis for a bowl of food.

There was surplus meat at Alhaji Goro’s wedding to Bisola, There were more meat than food and two or three meat decorate every place of food. people packed meat inside nylons, papers, handbags, bowls. Some swore they used the meat they got from the wedding to eat for weeks. Everybody chewed meat till their molars hurt.

Bisola was well pampered by Alhaji in the first few weeks of their marriage, her co-wives were indifferent about her. They stare at her when she greets them without answering, the senior wife whom everybody call Alhaja is a slim fair woman with whiskers like tribal marks on the sides of her mouth. Her very yellow eyes gave her the look of an angry cat. Febi always runs inside whenever she sees her and senior wife knows, and senior wife hates her more for this.

Mama Sarata, wife number two is a muscular Ebira woman who beats and throws things at her children at every opportunity. Once, she had beaten one of her children to the point of death, Alhaji Goro had dragged her to her parents house accompanied by five hefty men. Her parents rejected her and begged Alhaji Goro to do as he wishes with her, to them she is good riddance to bad rubbish the day she married Alhaji Goro. Mama Sarata is the only woman Alhaji Goro dare not raise his hands on, the last time they fought she had gripped his manhood and threatened to break it, pleas from the third wife and their neighbours made her change her mind. Alhaja sat through it all, cackling away on the yellow jerrycan she sat on. When called to wade into the fight and beg Mama Sarata she hissed and said she cares not what she does after all he has stopped knocking on her door late in the night.
Re: Mirages And Mirrors.... by ahmstrng(m): 11:01pm On Jan 06, 2017
Iya Ibeji was Alhaji Goro’s wife until he married Bisola, a pepper seller she used to bring her wares to Alhaja. One thing led to the other that day and she was pushed with a protruding belly and a Ghana-must-go bag few months after to Alhaji Goro’s house.

Well Bisola, Bisola is the only one among her co-wives who could read well and write well, a BSc here and a certificate in fashion designing. She is better off than her co-wives who only sit and wait for Alhaji to bring everything.
They call him to collect money for food, they call him to collect money for salt, they call him to collect money for pant, they call him to collect money to grind pepper, they call him to collect money to pay the Shamans whenever there is a spiritual war among the wives.
People say Alhaji Goro is still alive and well because he has swallowed strong medicine. They said the reason why he washes his hands in front of the abattoir is to bring huge sales to him and losses to other butchers.

Bisola became a prisoner in the house, she cooks in her room and dare not step into the general kitchen, even though Alhaji promised to rent a house for her after their wedding, she knew it was all lies now. Three months and nothing about moving, some times she blames herself for marrying Alhaji but the she remembers what her friend told her, she is “after one” and no man would find her attractive anymore, her friend also added that she should be lucky Alhaji Goro showed interest in her ” you are Tokunbo and not tear rubber, stop doing shakara with Alhaji small small now you won’t see husband to marry again, time is going o”

Bisola eventually agreed after things went from bad to worse, the Governor who wanted to sponsor her daughter had been assassinated, her parents do not care what happens to her and her bastard child. Her sister that helps her has relocated with her husband and she complains about how things are harsh over there too. So who is she to ask for help? And heaven forbids she prostitute herself.

Alhaji was washing his hands when Bisola raised the issue of the house, she gently told him how hard it is for her to cook indoors with smoke emitting and choking her in the poorly ventilated room. Alhaji plucks a thread from his trouser and began to search through his teeth, his ugly teeth
” Alhaji can you hear me? I can’t leave with this people anymore, Alhaji can you hear me? Alhaji?” Bisola moved towards him on the settee and repeated her question, a burnt slap answered her and another followed and the another

” am I deaf? You want me to rent house so you can start bringing men? You think your friend did not tell me everything? Was that not how you ended up with that child of yours. Stupid woman with a bastard child!” Alhaji growled and spat on the floor, he stomps towards the door and Bisola stopped him
” don’t you ever in your life call my child a bastard wretched man, you think I wanted to get married to you? I blame the storm that made the pigeon a friend of the hen” Bisola left Alhaji standing by the door and went into the bedroom. Alhaji stood frozen for few seconds and recovered himself, then he removed his belt and entered the room after her, Febi watched as Alhaji whipped her mother without stopping, she rushed in and climbed the bed covering her mother but the belt descended on her anyway, her mother pushed her away and tried to stand up but Alhaji pinned her down and spread her legs, then he unzipped his pants and raped Bisola screaming
” I am your husband” with every agonizing thrust while Bisola shakes her head, as hot tears streams down her face.

Febi looked on and left the room when Alhaji sated fell on her mother. She curled up on the settee and remembered her mother’s words

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Re: Mirages And Mirrors.... by ahmstrng(m): 12:27am On Jan 18, 2017
EPISODE 5!!!

“E ta’ya le ra isu e ta’ya le ra isu bi Iyawo o j’ege e ta’ya le ra isu” Iya Ibeji sang loudly as she spread her clothes on the line. Idowu, the child she gave birth to after the twins was strapped carelessly to her back, she looked towards Alhaja from time to time and looks her up and down whenever their eyes meet

Alhaja ignores her and continued to expertly braid Febi’s hair, Bisola heavily pregnant waddles towards them from time to time, she would bend a little to give Febi sweet or chewing gum while Alhaja shoo her away telling her bending is not good for a heavily pregnant woman. Iya Ibeji would hiss every time Alhaja talks and would throw insults at no one in particular and of course she was still ignored
“Ga ru gbanja wa gbe onje fun oko, ga ru gbanja wa gbe ounje fun oko, se bi le lo ba mi se be mi niyale, ga ru gbanja wa gbe ounje fun oko shiooor” she spits

“Alhaja”?
“yes”?
“what is she saying”? Febi asks and struggles to free her neck crammed in between Alhaja’s thighs but Alhaja only stiffened her legs “she is abusing the proud woman who got married into a polygamous family and refused to cook forgetting she has seniors she must bow to” Alhaja explained succinctly
“and the first song she was singing”? “you ask too much questions, she is advising people to sell the useless senior wife for yam since the new wife prefers pounded yam to cassava which is available”
“what does that mean? Can they sell people for food? Or will they pound the senior wife?” “Child!” Alhaja barked “keep quiet and let me finish this hair in peace, your hair is enough trouble, I wonder why your mother refused to add that cream that makes hair soft to it” Alhaja digs a comb into the thick forest of hair and sweats from the effort “My mother said it is not good but I like it, Amaka’s hair is like oyinbo’s own when she added it to her hair”
“hmmm, keep still we are almost done”
Re: Mirages And Mirrors.... by ahmstrng(m): 12:27am On Jan 18, 2017
Febi sweated on the forehead, her head tingles when Alhaja parts her hair into sections and burns when it is getting braided but who is she to complain, her mother has found an ally in Alhaja who became friendly when her mother became pregnant, she has nothing to lose, she had given Alhaji Goro four healthy boys who are doing well for themselves. Alhaja would bring different concoctions and ointments that are good for women in Bisola’s condition, Bisola would thank her profusely, wait for her to turn her back and dump it all into a black polythene bag which would be thrown into another polythene bag before getting dumped into the dustbin
Febi was choking from the musty smell that seems to come from within Alhaja’s wrapper and struggles not to inhale it, all to no avail, the smell reminds her of the Kunu drink Iya Papa sold in front of her school, her former school, now she attends the school Alhaji Goro’s children attend and she always get bullied for being in jss3 despite her tiny frame, Febi used to think the smell from within everybody’s legs smell like fish at least her own smell like dried fish the day she sniffed her pant, she used to sniff her pants before her mother bathes her in the morning she stopped the day her mother caught her and stuff the dirty pants in her mouth till it was time for her to brush, the woman that used to make her hair beside her house has a garlic like smell in between the legs, she love wearing a short skirt and would not tie a wrapper over it before shoving Febi’s hair in between her legs and she would chatter and throw banters while Febi dies slowly from suffocation, she changed Febi’s notion about fish smell from within the legs. Febi wondered what Iya Ibeji would smell like in between the legs and shook her head vigorously “like rotten eggs” she said to herself and shook her head again, Alhaja gave her a knock to remind her to be still

Febi was swimming in another stream of thoughts when they heard a loud scream from within, it was Iya Ibeji, Alhaja left Febi and rushed inside, Febi followed suit and they met Bisola crumpled on a side like a sack of beans, Febi rushed to her side
“what happened”? Alhaja glared at Mama Sarata, Mama Sarata fears only Alhaja and she cowers under her stare then she mumbled incoherently, Iya Ibeji interrupted and said Mama Sarata pushed Bisola from behind after they finished having a little disagreement over who left water in front of the corridor
“imagine o, just little matter… yeeeh! She is bleeding o, yeeeh, yeeeeh egbawa ooo, Ara Adugbooooooooo” Iya Ibeji ran into the streets before anyone could stop her and returned with people who carried Bisola into a waiting car, Febi was pushed rougly from side to side and eventually alone with the other children as Iya Ibeji insisted on going with Alhaja, Mama Sarata slipped out through the back door with her two children

A tiny voice whispers in Febi’s head she would be fine, she would be fine
It is not what it is.
Re: Mirages And Mirrors.... by ahmstrng(m): 9:19am On Jan 25, 2017
EPISODE 6!!!!

He ran towards her and fell into her open arms gurgling and touching her cheeks as she smiled at him. He grinned until his pink gums show and pouted when she laughed harder, he knew she was teasing him, and she knows he knew. He babbled and his face creased into a frown, then he struggled to be free from her embrace and toddled away when released tapping his chest with chubby hands, falling down and getting up, for a moment it would seem as though he was about to fall head first and she would shout “hei”! but he would steady himself and continued prancing around in his faltering steps. His overalls fitted his frame, the diaper added extra shape to the curve of his fat baby buttocks, he always remind her of those babies used in pampers diaper advert.
She was still looking out for him when he tripped and fell, then he began to cry, she rushed to pick him up from the ground but he had become so heavy. She heaved and sweated and tried to drag him but all to no avail. She tried carrying him again and she was succeeding but she saw she was only pulling the upper part away from the lower part, he has split into two, his lower part remained on the floor and she held the upper part of him bewildered, she stared at him and he stared back, his eyes had turn red blood came out of his eyes instead of salty water. She started screaming, she screamed and screamed and she felt a stinging pain on her right cheek.

She woke up in alarm “are you mad? You think you are in your father’s house?” Iya Ibeji was irritated, she hissed and left the room
Febi sweated from the armpit, forehead, all over she just had a bad dream and it wasn’t even night yet. She glanced at the wall, it was just 5:16pm. A heavy smell of Okra soup filled the air, she dragged herself out and met Iya Ibeji furiously stirring Amala in a giant pot. She joined her and dinner was served but she could not eat, she doesn’t eat Amala. Her mother knows that but she is not back yet from the hospital. Nobody tells her anything about her mother they only barked at her and tell her to stop asking stupid questions.

Alhaji Goro would give her transport fare to and fro everyday but would never add the money for lunch, once she reminded him politely and he slyly told her ” I am not your Father”
Mama Sarata was said to have abandoned her children at her parents house and took off after, nobody knows her whereabouts and Alhaji swore to make her regret the day she was born if he ever sets his eyes on her again. visit http://kanzahsays.com
Re: Mirages And Mirrors.... by ahmstrng(m): 9:20am On Jan 25, 2017
Febi adjusted to the unfriendly atmosphere, they have never been friendly towards her but at least her mother was there. She tried her best to avoid fights but the children always look for a way to pick on her. They would insult her for looking down at them because she thinks they are dirty and they would smack her and run away for looking straight at them because she thinks she is smarter than them all.
Febi shared a room with Iya Ibeji’s numerous children, all of them find it difficult to keep the excess water they drink at dinner till the next morning and Febi wakes up everyday with urine smell following her about until she bathes.

This stopped when Alhaji ordered Iya Ibeji to clean Bisola’s room because Febi would be staying there, the room haunted Febi there are times she would jump out of bed and hide under it thinking something demonic is coming to get her, other times she imagine ghosts being in the same room with her and she would cover up her head to her toe with the gigantic blanket and wait for sleep to steal her miseries away, Iya Ibeji told her one sunny afternoon that her mother just delivered a “bansin bahby buoy” but would not be back until the following week

Then Alhaji started coming, the first night he did, he was drunk and only asked her stupid questions and details about herself, then he came one day and tried to get in between her legs but she screamed and he covered her mouth, he tried and tried but he could not. Frustrated he hissed and went out the room and he never came back, Febi cried herself that night and stopped greeting him since then. Once Alhaja had returned from the hospital with him and she greeted “welcome back ma” Alhaja challenged her and asked why she wouldn’t greet Alhaji, she only shrugged and walked away, the grunts of disapproval by the children was silenced with a smile from Alhaji who told them all to let her be.
Febi’s mother returned to the house cradling a baby in her arms, drowned with white shawl the baby’s face was not visible, Febi sprang up from the bed and went to eagerly collect the baby from Bisola. She began to nuzzle it face and slightly raised it cap there was no piercing. She sniffed the baby perfume and rubbed the chin of the baby
” you should take it easy with your brother, he is fragile ” her mother warned
Febi asked nothing of it and gently returned him back to her mother, she saw what her mother meant that night as she changed his diaper. Her brother was stiff in a way, he doesn’t move his tiny arms the way babies do, his mouth is opened and he stuck his tongue out too often then he has those strange fits, he would push his chest up and her mother would have to wait for him to relax and gently push it back down. Febi was confused but she wouldn’t ask questions, she stopped asking questions when her mother looked at her with a killing stare when she asked why she feeds the baby with milk and why the baby refuses to be suckled.
Re: Mirages And Mirrors.... by ahmstrng(m): 9:21am On Jan 25, 2017
The other wives wouldn’t come near the child when they visit them in their room, they would ask how her body is and would bring hot bowls of Amala, pap, Semovita with vegetable and pass snide remarks about the way her mother eats, Febi’s mother was gently bathing the baby one day when Alhaja burst into the room without warning, she shouted and told Febi’s mother ” they don’t bath his types, you only use wet clothes to mop his body shebi I told you” Febi’s mother nodded and continued anyway
” Mummy, what does she mean by types” ” Oh, he is just slightly sick” Febi’s mother replied carelessly. The baby had the fits as her mother puts on his trousers, this time he took longer than usual to relax, Febi’s mother began to cry, kicking the baby bath and tightly holding him to herself, Febi collected her brother from her and looked at him as he suffered then he relaxed and she placed him in his cot, she went to pour the bathe water into the toilet and stood for a long time after she was done, she doesn’t want to look at her mother yet.

It is not what it is. http://kanzahsays.com
Re: Mirages And Mirrors.... by ahmstrng(m): 4:37pm On Mar 17, 2017
EPISODE 6!!!

She is a bad child, her evil spirit is responsible for your woes and misfortune, the sooner you get her out of your husband’s house the better” the words of the marabout Febi’s mother visited months ago came rushing back as Febi narrates what Alhaji did to her while her mother was away the hospital. Her mother waved her away when she started and began to look at her ludicrously at a point.

“I am sure he was playing with you or…” “Mother he tried to put his penis into my vagina” Febi argued, bewildered her mother would think Alhaji was playing with her, he doesn’t even play with his own children.

“And what do you know about penis and vagina? You have started keeping bad company abi? Who told you what penis is, answer me before I blow out your eyes from your face” Febi’s mother moved closer to her daughter and pulled her by her blouse, she began to pinch Febi wherever she could lay her hands on “answer me” pinch “what is a vagina” pinch “eleven year old for that matter” pinch “you want to turn into a prostitute?” pinch.

Febi screamed in pains as her mother’s nails dug into her soft brown flesh, she began to cry as slaps followed every pinch, her mother asked her the same questions over and over but she could only mumble incoherently, Alhaja rushed into the room her yellow eyes flashing as she took in the scene, she met Febi gasping as her mother continued with the slaps, pinches and blows. Alhaja pulled Febi away from her mother and made her sit on the bed, she prevented her mother from launching further assault by standing in front of Febi.

“Have you forgotten the pains you went through birthing her? If you have forgotten you can remind yourself with the experience you went through birthing your second child…” “what kind of comparison is that!” Febi’s mother fumed as Alhaja looks at her in scorn.
“Oh oh, you talk back at me now? How fast your labour wounds heal, I can see you are so mad at me for rescuing your daughter from your claws, whatever is it that has entered your head I do not know but I know it is better one owns rags that fits than arrays of expensive garments that does no justice to one’s appearance” Alhaja said snidely.
“what are you insinuating?” Febi’s mother demanded in a shaking voice “that you shouldn’t kill her” Alhaja replied pursing her lips and looked Febi’s mother over before she walked out of the room.

Febi quickly stood up from the bed as her mother turned, she crawled to a corner at the back of the wardrobe and resumed her tears. Her mother sat on the bed deep in thoughts for a long time before finally saying “ pack all your clothes tonight, you are going to your grandmother’s place tomorrow”. Febi was stunned but not for long, her brother began to cry and she ran into the kitchen to carry the flask of hot water used in mixing his food, her mother’s voice stopped her “don’t touch anything in my house” she went back to her place behind the wardrobe and stared as her mother mixed the milk with the hot water from the flask, she quickly averted her eyes when some of the hot milk spilled on her mother but it was too late.

“useless problem child, come and kill me, is it my fault that I birth you? Is it?”
The cover of the flask found it way to Febi’s head followed by a shoe, the pillow and everything Febi’s mother could lay her hands on, she stopped when the baby’s cries became louder.
She used to think her mother loved her.
It is not what it is.
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Re: Mirages And Mirrors.... by ahmstrng(m): 3:21pm On Mar 29, 2017
EPISODE 7!!!!!

Pa Lere adjusted his glasses as he scrutinized the bowl of pap placed in front of him, as a veteran and the first son of late Chief Olakitan Adejumobi a renowned cocoa trader, the tussle over who would take over the mighty house built by the late chief had taken a toll on his health, he became a shadow of himself due to the rivalry that existed among him and his siblings during the years long quarrel over the division of their late father’s properties. It was an intense scramble for land, money, houses and chains of businesses, some of his siblings used juju to kill one another, some sent hoodlums and hired assassins to destroy properties or snuff life out of their fellow siblings, Pa Lere survived food poisoning thrice. He had since regarded everyone and everything with suspicion, some people said he survived the war because he is a wizard himself, others credited his experience in the army to the thickness of his thread of life while some others said he is alive because he never fought back with black magic as his siblings did, “they all died mysteriously except him he must have done something right” people would mutter behind his back.

Old soldier as he is fondly called is a proud man in his late seventies and saw it to his satisfaction that he gives his children the best training he can, he doesn’t believe in using the rod a stern stare from him is enough to make his children comport themselves and be of good behaviour every time. His hard work in training them paid off except for Bisola who got pregnant for a married man in her second year in the University. She was just 19 years old then and pretty naive, he had sang sweetly into her ears and she danced with her eyes closed until she got pregnant, she didn’t even know she was pregnant until it was advanced, KayKay who swept her off her feet had promised her they would get married when she told him and he confidently went to meet Pa Lere and his wife to tell them about the pregnancy. Pa Lere had refused when he realized KayKay is married already and only requests KayKay takes care of his child and claims it as his own.

Efforts made by KayKay to persuade Pa Lere yielded no positive results, everyone thought Pa Lere was mad for allowing his child live in his house after getting pregnant at a teenage age but he paid them no attention perhaps he had seen what they can not see even if they stand on the tallest ladders because Pa Lere doesn’t act for no just reason.

People began to see sense in Pa Lere’s action when they knew who Kaykay’s wife is, Kaykay’s first wife is the one and only Iyalaje of Idipatako the maniac of a woman who is known for her chains of business, wealth as well as her erratic behaviours, Madam Kofo or Iyalaje causes commotion wherever she goes to with her outfit or actions. It was even whispered around that she has a slaughter-house to teach those who crosses her path a lesson. Her presence in every event either brings peace or confusion, she spends without a care in the world and dole out wads of Naira to praise singers who compose songs in her names, the least popular one is the pankere song

Kofo tide emo idipatako
Apanilekun Jaye,
Ganagana birin esu lese,
Apomo lomo lojo aito

Kofo has come the terror of Idipatako
She who derives pleasure from inflicting pains on others
Deranged jezebel with wayward steps,
She who plucks a fruit before it is ripe

Madam Kofo did not bulge when the news of what her husband had done filtered into her ears, he can spread his wretched seed and impregnate mad women in the process provided he doesn’t bring any of them to their house or take another wife, he can impregnate the world for all she cares.

Pa Lere made Bisola work on the side to take care of her child when she delivers, Kaykay developed wings and traveled to America when Bisola gave birth to their child nobody could contact him and no one dare go near his house
Re: Mirages And Mirrors.... by ahmstrng(m): 3:21pm On Mar 29, 2017
The baby was named by Pa Lere, he developed a great liking for the little girl who looks so innocent and sweet, his wife was the total opposite she doesn’t want to see the child or have anything to do with her, as far as she was concerned she is the spawn of a wayward behaviour. She snubs the child and it mother and looks for every opportunity to lash out at Bisola

” Go and feed your bastard child before she bursts my ear drum”
” The work of Satan himself has peed on my couch”
” Somebody should come and carry this unfortunate child before she breaks my radio”

The rebuke from Pa Lere wouldn’t make her stop, Bisola got fed up with the whole charade one day, she packed all her clothes and stole a huge amount of money from her father’s purse, she scribbled down some words and tuck it into the purse, she carried her baby from where she slept and strapped her to her back. That was the last day she slept in the house and she vowed never to return, if only she knew that man shouldn’t hasten to make promises and vows for things always have a way of changing, what is expected at times may not come forth. She quietly took the insults from her parents and present family members when she brought back Febisire, like the prodigal son she was accepted back and Pa Lere firmly told her he doesn’t recognize Alhaji Goro as her husband until he pays her bride price. Bisola saw to this and every other thing requested from her, she just want Febisire out of her hands and she heaved a sigh of relief when it was eventually over. She left without a backward glance.
Mama Lere was not pleased with the whole arrangement but she could not voice out her distaste lest Bisola commits suicide this time around and she gets blamed for it too just like the other time she choose to run away, she masked her misgivings with half smiles and was nice to Febisire for a week, just a week before the hatred that was dying in her sprang awake on a sunny afternoon, she had entered the kitchen to inspect what Febisire had done, she checked the plates and rub her fingers against them she couldn’t say they were oily, the girl took extra care in washing them. She checked the cutlery and saw that they were properly arranged as well, she bent as low as her aching back would allow and opened the pot of soup and there it is! She finally had a cause
Re: Mirages And Mirrors.... by ahmstrng(m): 3:22pm On Mar 29, 2017
“Feeeeeebi…! Feeeeeebi…!”
“Maaaaaaaaaaaa” Febi rushed into the kitchen and genuflects, “who took meat from my pot?” Mama Lere asked with fury in her eyes “It was Baba that said I should take one with stew and eat the bread…” “shut up, useless daughter of scum, is it your father that bought the meat you ate? Olofun jijo, aunty Wobia of the leaking throat why can’t you go to your father’s house and pack all the meats from their pot of soup omo jatijati, let this be the last time you will ever touch any food in this house without my permission, okay?” Mama Lere hissed loudly as Febi nods and proceeded to light the stove in preparation for the evening meal, Febi moved closer to help but she was shooed out by Mama Lere who said she stinks and shouldn’t choke her with her smell, Febi sat outside the kitchen but Mama Lere insists she gets out of her sight.
When the food was served in the evening, her grandfather called for her and asked if she had eaten, she shook her head and he asked her to join him. Febi had a tough time sorting out the vegetable from the meat and fish and ate more of meat and fish than the vegetables and Eba. Her grandmother vicious stare made her choke on a morsel, her eyes became watery as she drank water to push down the morsel, her grandmother sat looking as her grandfather fuss over her. She is not welcomed here she thought as she rests her back on the cushion beside her grandfather, she knows it and for her sake she hopes her grandfather lives long enough for it is not what it is supposed to be. visit http://kanzahsays.com for more article

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Re: Mirages And Mirrors.... by milinda(f): 10:23am On Apr 07, 2017
M loving d story. Update na. Pls.......
Re: Mirages And Mirrors.... by ahmstrng(m): 1:40pm On Apr 07, 2017
No rush...new episode is coming up, you can visit my blog nd read the diary of a phycho girlfriend while you wait for a new episode kindly visit http://kanzahsays.com
Re: Mirages And Mirrors.... by ahmstrng(m): 7:24am On May 09, 2017
I really dont know whatsup with nairaland...i cant post or edit my post...mayb i av to create a new thread.

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