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|Re: The Devil Wears Okrika by Oyindawealth(f): 5:53pm On Jul 28, 2017|
vakjay08:Just what I've been meaning to say..... Souloho weldone!!! More plsss... Thanks!!
|Re: The Devil Wears Okrika by iamloyalty(f): 6:19pm On Jul 28, 2017|
yeeee am already here. This one wey devil wear okirika so......let me park jejeje.
|Re: The Devil Wears Okrika by Hadampson(m): 7:31pm On Jul 28, 2017|
nabla:I don shift, oya con siddon na
|Re: The Devil Wears Okrika by queenitee(f): 9:38pm On Jul 28, 2017|
vakjay08:This is true.
|Re: The Devil Wears Okrika by Countrygirl(f): 12:31am On Jul 29, 2017|
Souloho19 you started a new story without inviting your loyal fan. It's not fair oo
|Re: The Devil Wears Okrika by dview001(m): 9:11am On Jul 29, 2017|
me sitting opposite maryclaire (my e-crush) with other youths in the village square chewing kolanut and sipping palm wine listening to Dé souloho stories one thing is sure after souloho finishes with the story ehn the devil go dey look for okrika to wear but he no go see .,.Dé soul wehdone sir
|Re: The Devil Wears Okrika by souloho19(m): 11:12am On Jul 29, 2017|
country do u really believe that?
Check ur mentions, I mentioned every single moniker from the previous thread. And I didn't even need to check to remember yours
|Re: The Devil Wears Okrika by souloho19(m): 11:14am On Jul 29, 2017|
|Re: The Devil Wears Okrika by souloho19(m): 11:15am On Jul 29, 2017|
Lol Dé view welcome brother
|Re: The Devil Wears Okrika by souloho19(m): 11:25am On Jul 29, 2017|
Okudili was a beast of a man. That is if a beast could be 5 foot 7 inches then Okudili was one.
His lack of length was made up for with excess width. He had a barrel of a chest, strong thick arms and his low center of gravity ensured he was one of the most successful wrestlers in Amaife.
He was also well loathed and well respected although the respect was more as a result of fear and not a deep feeling of regard.
Okudili was simply referred to as the "village drunkard" he was known to spend all day chasing skirts from dusk to dawn.
He could always be found in the market square. When asked why he spent all day sitting under the giant oak tree in the market, he had famously replied: "if someone wants good eggs, one has to go to the poultry"
Same thing could be said about the market square. The thing was, in Amaife almost everything sold in the market was farmed and grown, every family had a piece of land where cassava, maize, groundnut, vegetables and even rice was harvested and the daughters sold the processed goods in the market square. The market day was held every four days but Okudili had a permanent spot under a giant tree in the center of the market. He could be found there every minute of the day where he frequently ogled the daughters of Amaife.
"Elizabeth, how are you!"
He shouted at a young girl who carried a tray of vegetables on her head. She ignored him but quickened her steps when she passed the tree.
Okudili drank from his bottle(which contained unspeakable mixtures)
He watched the swaying of the young girls hips and licked his lips "the young has grown...see little Elizabeth o"
He watched her lustfully for some seconds but then he frowned. His eyes had come across Stevenson Gadot.
Okudili hated the man with all his being.
Stevenson was loved by everybody. Every girl and yes every woman in Amaife secretly or openly had a crush on him.
Okudili snickered "All because of his useless white skin"
Stevenson was white. He was an European, some kind of history college professor who had taken a special interest in African culture. He was single and so had quit his job easily and travelled to another continent, in search of adventure and knowledge.
He had landed in Amaife a year ago and had visited all neighbouring villages but had chosen Amaife to settle down and write a book.
Stevenson was from Ukraine, he was 5'11 in his early forties and quite a handsome man.
But he was loved by all the villagers because of his humility, respectful and caring attitude.
As Okudili watched on, Stevenson helped an elderly woman load firewood inside a truck.
"Thank you nna'" the woman said happily
"No problem, you shouldn't be doing any heavy lifting"
"Useless white man" Okudili scoffed from his tree.
"Hey O.k, what are you drinking today? Let's share a drink" Stevenson stopped by the tree as he usually did every time. He always referred to Okudili as O.k, and Okudili didn't appreciate it one bit.
"This drink is for real men! Your type should drink ribena and leave this for men" Okudili replied him rudely. The only thing that had kept him from beating the man to a pulp was because he knew he would be in trouble with the community.
"Ah..I'd bring by a bottle of scotch later, you'd enjoy it" Stevenson said, apparently oblivious to the hatred being spewed his way.
Amarachi and her friend: Oluchi walked round the market. They were browsing through for ingredients to make bitter leaf soup which was Paul's (Oluchi's brother) favourite.
"So he's coming tomorrow not today?" Amarachi asked her friend as they approached a woman selling stockfish.
"Yes, he had something to take care of last minute but he would be here by morning"
"I know you can't wait to see him. Mama otu tu oma...ego lé"(good morning...how much)
Amarachi just smiled as she watched the exchange between her friend and the woman.
Her friend was bent on playing matchmaker and fixing her up with her brother. Well she loved Amarachi like a sister and even got along with her better than her own sister but she was going to disappoint her on this issue.
She wasn't ready for any relationship.
"Let's go...this her price is too high for me" Oluchi said taking her hand and turning away from the stall.
"The best time to buy things is during the market day, things are much cheaper then" Amara observed
"Oh my God...look at Steven" Oluchi gasped suddenly.
Amarachi turned and saw the European under the tree talking to the village nuisance.
"What could they possibly be talking about?"
"God..he's so fine, I...." Oluchi sighed dreamily.
Amarachi shook her head. "You need to get over this your crush Haba!"
"Its not just a crush..I think...I think I love him"
Amara had no reply to that.
She could see both men were looking their way. Okudili was looking at her the way he always did that made her feel uneasy.
"Amara! I'd like to see your father" Stevenson called out as they got closer "Oluchi how are you today"
Amara could feel the excited vibration emanating from her friend.
"Dé Nwachukwu is out, he and Dé John left early today" she replied politely.
"No problem, I'd check back later" he waved cheerfully at them before turning.
The two girls continued with their shopping "I don't like how Okudili always looks at me" Amara commented
"Is it today it started?" Oluchi asked her playfully.
She then proceeded to fill her ears with how she and Steven could double date with Amara and Paul and how it would be a match made in heaven.
Amara was silent, she hadn't met anyone who woke any kind of feelings in her but the funny thing was she felt that was about to change.
She made up her mind to be open minded and free when meeting her friend's brother Paul the next day.
|Re: The Devil Wears Okrika by meneski: 11:43am On Jul 29, 2017|
i dey here dey follow
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|Re: The Devil Wears Okrika by Ayoshewa12(f): 1:09pm On Jul 29, 2017|
Wow nice update,following dis bumper to bumper,just finish reading delayed diagnosis and d story is just full of suspense. Am sure u won't disappoint with dis.
|Re: The Devil Wears Okrika by queenitee(f): 1:12pm On Jul 29, 2017|
meneski:I follow you join
|Re: The Devil Wears Okrika by meneski: 1:16pm On Jul 29, 2017|
queenitee:swthrt haw fa
|Re: The Devil Wears Okrika by queenitee(f): 1:30pm On Jul 29, 2017|
meneski:I just dey o
|Re: The Devil Wears Okrika by meneski: 1:37pm On Jul 29, 2017|
queenitee:i dey H bad bad for her oh... Wetin u cook na?
|Re: The Devil Wears Okrika by queenitee(f): 4:18pm On Jul 29, 2017|
meneski:Cook kwa? Been working o
|Re: The Devil Wears Okrika by Countrygirl(f): 7:37pm On Jul 29, 2017|
souloho19:my bad, I didn't get your mention. I saw the thread and typed that without going through it.
|Re: The Devil Wears Okrika by donteanz(m): 9:57pm On Jul 29, 2017|
I guess i'm not totally wrong if i should call you the devil's advocate, Uncle souloho19. E no easy for person to dey write about devil if he no sabi the nigga wella.
I dey feel this your work big time. Okrika FALL on you
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|Re: The Devil Wears Okrika by dview001(m): 11:35am On Jul 30, 2017|
I'm so loving this piece ...mazi souloho good morning
|Re: The Devil Wears Okrika by souloho19(m): 2:56pm On Jul 30, 2017|
Lol tanks bro..abeg make Prada fall on me o, no be okrika
|Re: The Devil Wears Okrika by souloho19(m): 2:57pm On Jul 30, 2017|
Thru out the duration of this story you are Hereby called Dé view
Happy Sunday bro
|Re: The Devil Wears Okrika by Kimkardashain(f): 3:07pm On Jul 30, 2017|
|Re: The Devil Wears Okrika by souloho19(m): 3:10pm On Jul 30, 2017|
Deacon Oforbuike chose the seat next to the driver. He saw himself as the leader of the group and as far as he was concerned he was in charge of the crusade.
Osi didn't mind the deacon sitting in the front one bit, he actually had a lot of things to discuss and go over with his colleagues.
He was dressed casually in a blue jean and a black sweatshirt. Gregory had on a blue striped shirt tucked into black pants and Ovie had on his xxl polo shirt and his elastic brown trouser.
Bukky had worn the magazine's polo shirt.( a cream top with the church name: new life ministry' in the front and the words: "on fire for Christ" customized on the back)
The deacon had dressed formally in a 3 piece suit.
Osi didn't think it was a wise choice especially with the sun already out by 9 am. The bus was cool however with the air condition on full blast.
The bus belonged to the church and the church's official driver was behind the wheel.
"I'm still going to remind you all that we should pray and commit the journey and the crusade into God's hands abi?" The deacon asked from the front.
Osi stopped going through the fliers Bukky had printed "you're right...please lead us in prayer deacon"
The deacon mumbled something that was definitely unflattering under his breath. "Everybody close your eyes"
"Driver not you o" Ovie spoke up drawing a chuckle from Bukky.
The deacon shook his head. These were the so called leaders of the youth church? Where was the church heading to for God's sake?
The park was a walkable distance from the house and so Amara and Oluchi set out late in the morning to welcome Paul who was coming from Lagos.
Oluchi had pounded yam while Amara had made the bitter leaf soup. Oluchi's mother had smiled feeling very happy. She already thought of Amara as her daughter in law and she couldn't wait to see her son. She saw him last almost three years ago.
"Are you sure his bus would have arrived?" Amara asked as they approached the park "we can't afford to miss the meeting"
Early that morning the town crier had gone round announcing that there was to be a general meeting at the market square and every family was meant to be represented. Her father had also echoed it when Oluchi arrived and they had prepared to leave.
"Don't forget to be at the market square before 1 o'clock, the meeting is very important"
"And don't forget to move in twos or in a group...never walk alone!"
They arrived at the bus park few minutes before 12. As usual the park was rowdy, a lot of people were arriving at Amaife in preparation for the age grade ceremony which was to hold in a fortnight and so bags and different kinds of loads could be seen in every direction. Some carried by young men in carts as they transferred the bags either to or from buses for a little amount of cash.
"I can't see the bus yet" Amarachi said shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand as she scanned the park.
"This park is too big, lemme try and call him but network is not really strong sef"
Oluchi said checking her phone.
Amara moved in between buses leaving her friend behind to look for network. She couldn't really remember what her friend's brother looked like but she knew she would recognise him if she did spot him.
A luxurious bus caught her attention. The bus was different from the other transport vehicles. It was clean, looked brand new and didn't have any sticker or inscription bearing the name of any transport organization.
She moved towards the bus more out of curiosity and as she got closer, the front door opened. An angry looking man dressed smartly In a suit stepped out and stretched. He wore a big frown and seemed displeased about something.
"He's probably frying inside his coat under this hot sun" Amara thought to herself as she watched the back door open and a lady come out to stretch also.
As she wondered who these strangers were, the tallest man she had ever seen alighted from the bus next. He shook his long legs, kicking the air and was rewarded with a cracking sound.
Amara stared at him, at first marveled at his height but then she looked at his face and something happened. She couldn't look away. She stood transfixed looking at the tall slim handsome stranger.
Osi had suggested they stop at the bus park first before heading to the church to see pastor Batholomew. Bukky was pressed and so was Ovie. His own legs had been killing him after staying in a sitting position for so long and he could tell the deacon needed to stretch too because he offered no resistance when Osi had suggested it.
As he stretched his legs and felt blood begin to circulate, he looked up and saw Amara looking at him.
For a second Osi's heart skipped a beat and his breath seized. The wind was knocked out of him as he looked at Amara. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and he just couldn't take his eyes off her.
"Pastor are you okay?" Ovie put a hand on his shoulder when he came out of the bus. The rest had gone to locate the toilet to relieve themselves leaving just Osi, Ovie and the driver with the bus.
Ovie placed emphasis on the 'pastor' dragging Osi's eyes briefly to him. He smiled mischievously.
When Osi looked back, the girl was gone.
Amara found Oluchi talking to Paul excitedly outside a shop were he had gone to buy water.
"There she is!" Oluchi said as she approached them.
"My God, its been so long, you've really grown into a beautiful angel just like I predicted" Paul said with a deep voice.
Amara held out her hand a bit absent minded. Paul took her hand then drew her and enveloped her in a bear hug.
He was dressed in a black leather jacket, blue jeans and brown boots. His hair was cut stylishly and his beard was shaped, running along his jaw. He looked good.
Finally he released her and smiled.
"We have a lot of catching up to do. I know you'll like the gift I got for you"
"Ehen...so you didn't get me anything abi? Its only your wife" Oluchi chipped in
Paul was pleased Amara didn't playfully but firmly object(as she was known to do) when Oluchi called her his wife. God bless his sister.
"Sister you know your big brother now...I got something for everybody.
Amara hardly heard a word that was being said. Her mind kept on drifting to the bus and to the tall man who had gotten down from it.
Strangely she found herself wishing that they (he) were(was) not passing by but had come to stay.
"I've missed you so much dear" Paul was saying as he took her hand.
The devil got ready for the meeting… he stood in front of the mirror for some seconds whistling as he buttoned his shirt. A part of him was thrilled that he was the cause of the emergency meeting but another part was getting frustrated. He was a serial rapist and a serial killer but lately he was getting hungrier for more. Less than 48 hours he had Chisom in his secret location, underneath him as he pounded her roughly and disvirgined her in the process before the sight of blood drove him to an excited frenzy and he lost control and pummeled her to death with blows and a small turning stick. He loved drawing blood. The smell and the sight gave him a lust for violence.
The devil was crazy
The devil was a sociopath
The devil was a crazy sociopath
And he wanted Amara.
He shut his eyes as he pictured her face again, stroking himself to an erection. Amara... Sweet Amara...
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|Re: The Devil Wears Okrika by souloho19(m): 3:11pm On Jul 30, 2017|
Tnx dear, happy sunday
|Re: The Devil Wears Okrika by meneski: 5:34pm On Jul 30, 2017|
so the devil is the head of the masturbation crew?
|Re: The Devil Wears Okrika by Countrygirl(f): 8:23pm On Jul 30, 2017|
Paul arrived late.
I'm happy for Amara ,pastor Osi to the rescue. He will help her deal with this devil that wears okrika.
|Re: The Devil Wears Okrika by Frankenstein: 8:40pm On Jul 30, 2017|
Very nice story, Souloho19. I especially like what you are doing with the Deacon character. I'd like to think that I already know who the 'devil' is but I am hoping for a pleasant surprise.
However, I would rather have such an engaging story not narrated in the omniscient POV. It limits depth, ambiguity and emotional conflicts.
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|Re: The Devil Wears Okrika by meneski: 8:34am On Jul 31, 2017|
Your head don dey touch abi??
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