Appreciation: Almighty Allah and my mom.

Dedicated to the two most important women in my life right now: My mother, Disciplinarian and my loveliest friend.

Acknowledgments: Larrysun, D9TY7, TiffanyJ and others.
I hope you read and get something, maybe entertainment or morals. God bless.

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The sun was smiling smugly and the sky was white as though children of God. It was harmattan and rough breeze blew at every space, whistling in a merry-like manner over roofs like a meal awaited its hustle. Any horizon provided the hot view of antiquated zincs and roofs; hustling bodies and specimens; mortuaries and hospitals; courts and religious buildings - mosques, churches, shrines -; prisons and play parks and; dark dummy shadows gadding around. It was one of those days in the ancient city of Ibadan that required - though reasonably impossible - husbands laying in beds with wives, husbands laying in beds with concubines or maybe girlfriends snuggling closer to boyfriends. One of those days that one would lick the upper and lower lips to moist them only to repeat the process a moment later. One of those days that students taunted fellows with lack of body cream to keep their skins wet and appealing.

In one of those tall estates where the potbellied politicians provided accommodations for their concubines; where rich men stayed; where the underworld men partied after their noble operations; where a man could possibly stay without the constant noises and pollution that the ancient city demonyms reeked of, Barrister Edwin Alagba could afford the palatial grace of not working on the hot day and, instead, could stay confined in his four bedroom flat. He groaned on the settee he was sitting on, his head resting on the cold feel of silk. He muttered some few words and cussed under his breath. He looked around at the dangling chandelier; the silky pieces of furniture; the bookended with crown green colored curtains; the creamy brown dining table; the overlapping shadows of the sun and; the hazy green dust that stared him in the face and a woebegone smile evaded his lips. The scenery affiche painting on the glum walls didn't catch his attention neither did the marble-designed floor. He stared at his phones and a frustrated sigh cut his figure. He hissed and wished he wasn't this way. He picked up one of the phones and dialed a number - the silver dial of his flickering watch hugging one of his hairy hands zealously; reminding him he was brooding on the aurora of a Monday. The call disconnected and he winced; he hoped fervently she would just pick his calls.

She wasn't supposed to leave. Such hope. Such favor. Such love.

He made a yell but no sound came out; his patois running impossibly dry. The situation was one of those issues that broke folks than they ever might have imagined; those situations that a man would sit in his room and wished he had listened to the wise words of the blistering womanisers he had in his circle of friends.

Barrister Edwin Alagba held his head and tried to cry but no tears came out - probably due to his stone profession or his large period of staying in the White man country. He cut a balked figure as he stood up and his legs shlepped along as his brain made for the bedroom.

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Darkness was creeping in the city's tunnels and the sky was putting out the giant sun. Crickets hovered in air and mosquitoes sang in melifluos tunes in sonorous voices in swamps. The inhabitants of the ancient city had notably augmented on the streets as politicians drank from pubs and rocked their heads to the old soft songs of 'Ebenezer Obey'; husbands smiled in rusty roadside bars with ironical sobriquets at random ladies they had picked around with their hard-earned cash; traders sold their wares in all ways they could, aggression not exempted from the list; boys kissed girls in corners, some even proceeding to uncloth their moaning partners mindlessly disregarding the proclivity of being caught by parents or rivals. Sirens were heard almost every hour as political bodies sped past with escorts; criminals and framed persons folded their arms and bit fingernails in regret at the back of discoloured police hilux vans and all.

Model Niniola Fijabi looked lost in thoughts as her driver drove on. She knew the two detectives with her would easily put Barrister Edwin behind bars with the affidavit they had or, rather, she had since she had brought it in. Rape was a tight offense when committed against the rich, everyone knew. She thought of returning and touched her driver but, then, realised it was her ghost hand that did it as the old driver didn't even turn. Her hands felt too heavy to be moved and she kept them at her sides and tried to glance through the tinted Toyota camry side glasses unsuccessfully.

'Drive faster,' she urged her old driver who merely nodded his head and increased pace a notch.

'Stop worrying, madam. We'll make sure he faces the law,' one of the detectives voice reached her ears and she hissed within. If only he knew her thoughts.

Anon, Edwin's house appeared before her and she swallowed lumps of guilt within. Her vision almost got blurred and she wiped her face quickly, her palms getting wet from the salty tears that conveyed emotions none of the occupants of the vehicle understood. She could have stopped there but she didn't. All she thought was putting the Barrister behind bars, where he would stay and regret why he had impregnated another lady.

The detectives got down after her and she rang the rubber door bell visiting friends had often used in summoning her attention when she was still a bonafide of this house she was before. Revenge kept her blinded.

She rang the bell again and waited for minutes, her hair getting blown by the soothing air. She ran a hand through it and tried to be strong. Then, she heard footsteps from inside and her heart thumped very hard in her, her anxieties growing in a million folds. Finally, the door moved and Barrister Edwin came in sight.

She moved back a little, surprised by the ruffled man before her. His black shirt paled in comparison to her white gown and she bit her lips for being so inconsiderate. He missed her greatly, that she could tell. She noticed several creased lines on his face and she turned as if to blow her nose. Edwin had really changed. God.

She saw him coming towards her and she lightened a bit. She could swore she needed him; that she had forgiven him. But one of the detectives hard voice cut him off.

'You are under arrest for the rape of Miss Niniola Fijabi.'

She shook and guilt consumed her. It wasn't rape for heaven's sake, she knew that was betrayal but he had done that too. Impregnating another woman was out of the way!

****To Be Continued****

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Throne kid, you've really improved oo, even much more than me.
I like the way you describe the theme.

Well done Op. The length of your story has gone beyond flash fiction which I believe pride itself on qualities of being concise and brief.

I must appreciate your art in terms of describing the setting and character but sentence structure must be defined no matter how experimental you want your work to be.

Sincerely, reading this took a bit of my time but God saved you put something tangible up there (smiles)
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Throne kid, you've really improved oo, even much more than me.
I like the way you describe the theme.

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Akposb:
Well done Op. The length of your story has gone beyond flash fiction which I believe pride itself on qualities of being concise and brief.

I must appreciate your art in terms of describing the setting and character but sentence structure must be defined no matter how experimental you want your work to be.

Thank you, sir. I hope to turn better than this.

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actually, reading this takes a bit of my time but God saves you put something tangible up there (smiles)
that's good bro, bring it on!

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I most comment on this masterpiece, it is one which I have never seen before, your use of literary terms are awesome, the way you express the emotions of the characters is quite amazing, it is very rare to see such a good work of art in Nigeria, it gives a concise explanation and makes sure that every bit of information can be understood, it is truly a marvellous work of art.

Although you have an awesome story I must still complain about your excessive use of explanatory terms, you explain in the characters in a way that makes me feel lost at times, the explanations are too long and if care is not taken the ready may get lost, I cannot complete the review of this chapter without asking if this is prose or an abnormal poetry, your use of little or no conversations between characters sometimes marvel me, it makes me feel as though you might have unintentionally forgotten to add the conversations.

I give this chapter a 4.7/5 star rating

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I most comment on this masterpiece, it is one which I have never seen before, your use of literary terms are awesome, the way you express the emotions of the characters is quite amazing, it is very rare to see such a good work of art in Nigeria, it gives a concise explanation and makes sure that every bit of information can be understood, it is truly a marvellous work of art.

Although you have an awesome story I must still complain about your excessive use of explanatory terms, you explain in the characters in a way that makes me feel lost at times, the explanations are too long and if care is not taken the ready may get lost, I cannot complete the review of this chapter without asking if this is prose or an abnormal poetry, your use of little or no conversations between characters sometimes marvel me, it makes me feel as though you might have unintentionally forgotten to add the conversations.

I give this chapter a 4.7/5 star rating

Wow! Wow!! Wow!!! Bro! You nailed this. My head is swollen to its maxim in acknowledgment of your praise! Thanks, man. And of course, I'll work on where you pointed. Also, regarding the conversations, I'm trying to minimize them, really. Does it depreciate the value of the story?

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Extremely taken by your weaving of words to form a fine description. But seriously the use of characters and their acts are quite confusing and also as one earlier said, conversations? Anyway maybe this is not one that allows dialogue. Just keep on with your art.

Thank you, sir. You're welcome. I'll work on the necessary places. Thanks.

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OluwabuqqyYOLO:

Wow! Wow!! Wow!!! Bro! You nailed this. My head is swollen to its maxim in acknowledgment of your praise! Thanks, man. And of course, I'll work on where you pointed. Also, regarding the conversations, I'm trying to minimize them, really. Does it depreciate the value of the story?

To be sincere with you, I don't think any work of prose is worth being called prose without the presence of conversations, conversations clearly pictures the hearts of tge characters, their next action, what they believe in and so on.

I would advise dat if u want to remove tge conversations u should change it from a story to a poem, it'll be more cool that way, it's just a suggestion though.

keep the good work up.

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