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Flap. Flap. Flap. So went my slipper on the cemented passage. My steps were in much haste yet less speed. I was negotiating with compromise as I walked elegantly. Taking up every space. My journey that evening wasn’t to affront any human, it was to confront my fear and say very cuddling words. I was ready to meddle and my tight- skirt betrayed my sincerity. I knew people would think otherwise but I didn’t care. I wanted to speak,smile and hold unto something. I made a sweet decision two weeks ago. How I would hold his hand or hold unto him with my eyes just to tell him that I’m ready. I’m ready to accept his life in tangle with mine. He mentioned that we date but my heart was shy. It left me speechless. Now. Just now that I have become friends with the bold spirit. I was going to sing with him in the same tune. He will like my flowers I thought.

My knock called him out. He opened and I went in with a smile. Seeing his face most times felt like victory. Light and bold. He smiled too and walked pass me to his kitchen. He was sort of busy I guessed so I made use of my eyes. His giant bed was still in the middle of the right side of the room. His wardrobe close to the bed. A table topped by pretty stuff was by the left, a black chair beside it. I usually sat on it so that I could roll around the insufficient space of the house. I once told my friend that Sammy had a rolling chair, the type in her father’s office. My long bottom infused into the chair and I started rolling as usual starring at the small inspirational quotations written on pieces of paper pinned to his wall.

The feeling that his small house brought was familiar but that day he appeared nonchalant in the realms of my IQ. I padded to the kitchen and starred from behind but he , to himself lauded, ‘Go seat and wait for me I don’t like people starring at me while I’m in the kitchen.’ I hesitated but he…. ‘look I’m kind of busy. You shouldn’t just have shown up in my house like that. Don’t watch just go.’ I got pinched and retired to my position. That was a shock! When he reappeared I spoke, ‘What was that. Am I now people that I can see you in the kitchen besides why can’t I come in as far as you are home.’ And he vomited, ‘You should have called at least look sometimes I’m just busy.’ His words were beginning to pierce like thorns. That was another shock. My mouth opened again….’I saw you coming back from a shop and I decided to come around so why are you sounding like I made a mistake.’ He repeated a nonsense, ‘Not that I was just busy anyway you look pretty I just wonder what we should be doing’ Every of his words shook me to puzzle. I blinked and….’What are you saying? Must we do something? Are you not happy that I came…like you just seeing me. So we must have sex just because it happened before?’

His face was forming into a snare. To imaging how his mouth opened to pour out debris. I refused to calculate what next he had in his jar. And my mind and body couldn’t receive his assaults in forms of greediness. A prayer warrior who was a sexual begger. A person to me that was becoming everything. So I cancelled and fell out of his house. It was dark behind his door where I laid to recall our fading moments. When he drew me in that chair to himself and squeezed my thighs but my hands jacked him away. When he said even if you are in your special ovary days, it’s still good to have sex no need to worry, my doctor friend told me like I was his stupid wife. When he exposed his manhood before me running his fingers around it just to ensure my succumb. When I reached for his door but he pushed my life away saying he could slap. In the time I almost yessed, my pants were down to my knees, his mouth about to make mockery of my feminine palace again. It felt pleasing but to him who was desperate, I gave nothing out of my gold. A good decision crowned my brain. My panties ran back...

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It was such a bright day in the eyes of people out there but for Mercy it was the brightest.
She had just made ten thousand naira from her business and was happily navigating her way back home.

Instantly, her eyes struck on a dark blue T-shirt held up by a boy screaming, “Last market. Last market. Collect and pay…collect and pay.”
There were many other T-shirts there but that particular one charmed her and immediately she imagined her Boyfriend wearing it.
“How sweet” she whispered and went for it.

“Guy how much for that one” she inquired and took the shirt from the boy.

“Na 1500. One five o.” He replied.

“Eh? So wetin you mean be say as I sell recharge card finish make I give you 1500 for this shirt. Wetin I dey buy everyday…”

“O girl na One Five na…. oya price”

“Na 500. Ole. Thief! The market sef no be your own. You dey sell for person and you never know the price well. I dey always buy clothe them here for my boyfriend. Ask Matthew.”

As soon as she mentioned Matthew, The boy smiled mischievously searching for a cellophane.
“But 500 naira something too cheap for your boyfriend na.” He continued.

“You dey mad. You don see woman wey buy banana 100 naira give you as you dry like this. Hungry man! Abeg give me something jare.” She grabbed the bag from the boy and left him with 500 hundred naira note.

The boy laughed. She laughed too and continued her journey.

She walked very fast and made her way through five streets before she arrived at her destination.
Excitement was even showing on her footsteps as she wiggled her waist down the passage to her boyfriend’s room.

“Jude Jude” she exclaimed after greeting a few neighbours.
Quickly she opened the net door and jumped in.

“Baby o. Judo.” She sat on the bed with Jude who was combing his hair. It hasn’t been long since he came out of the bathroom. She noticed and starred at the towel around his waist.

She made to kiss his back but remembered she had a surprise to spread. “Ehe. I buy you something today again.”

“Serious?. Bring am.” Jude said in his own excitement. “But don’t finish your business money o”





“No. nothing mega” She replied and brought out the T-shirt from the bag shaking it on his face. Jude took the cloth, looked at it, front and back, squeezed it trying to feel the texture of the cloth and to sum all his actions up, he hissed.

“Wetin be this wey you buy. All this cheap something. In short no buy anything for me again dey give me the money!”

Sand! Her slap landed on his mouth.

“No ever tell me that kind rubbish. What’s your own problem? No be all this T-shirts I dey buy for you since wey you go dey happy. Dey jump. You are always happy with me. What happened?”

Mercy couldn’t contain the pain within her even for a second. He was acting strange. Although she hasn’t seen him for some days but it hadn’t gotten to him talking down her efforts. She was deeply wounded by his words.

Jude was still rubbing his mouth, trying to figure out what to do to her.

Regretfully she picked up the clothe, “If I had given this clothe to my brother. I won’t be able to count how many thank you he would have given me but I gave it to you as usual and you are demanding money. You are demanding money from a woman. In that manner. Idiot..” She cried.

Merely seeing her tears got Jude confused. He didn’t know what part of his body to use in the situation. Whether to use his hands to hit her back or to use his mouth to say sorry.

Mercy squeezed the clothe back into her bag. He thought she wanted to leave but instead she dropped her bag at a corner.

Angrily, she held unto the towel around his waist jacking him up with all her might. “Who is she?”

“Who is who?” Jude answered in an obvious confusion.

“Who be the girl. Who be that girl?”

“What is this one? Wetin dey bring all this rubbish. Mercy you don start again!”

“You tie towel o. The whole yard go hear us again. Who be that girl? Jude you think I don’t know you?. I know what is doing you. Minus Love. Don’t play with me. Thank you. Tell me that girl that can buy better things for you than me and how did you know the cloth is not your quality. Starting when?”

“I don’t want to wear the clothe. na by force? No start this your quarrel. I no get your strength.”

“Jude look me well. Look at me.”
She ordered blinking her eyes real bad.

Jude looked up. He knew he was in a six seconds trouble but he tried. He looked. Her eyes were on a fix, deeply glaring at him and not only that, the hand holding the towel left the towel and went for his balls.

Damn!
When he remembered what Mercy could do to him and that they had dated for three years, almost cohabiting their lives away, he couldn’t shut his mouth again.

The feelings flowing from his below got his mouth open enough to say something. “na those girls o. It’s Cynthia especially. She said I’m wearing all this cheap cheap clothes you are buying from Mile one market. So…so…sorry. I like the cloth. No mind me.”

Again, she rumpled his manhood aggressively and....

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Three students were throwing one another tantrums after eating five packs of stolen noodles with their fourth roommate in the hostel. They did not know that it was stolen. Nathan had arrived earlier with the noodles and prepared it with the one and only annie sardine in Achor’s cupboard. After six long hours of short-spaced lectures, they ate the meal without asking again why and how Nathan appears into the room with nice things all the time. Nathan’s best colours were yellow, black and dark blue. After the meal, Achor suggested that they sit in one open bar a little outside the school for an open discourse. He loved engaging in the issues of the nation. Nathan did not follow; he dozed off sprawling on a plastic chair.
Achor said, “I cannot bring myself to say that there is a perfect country made of utopia but isn’t our country now the worst and how can crimes subside when 99.9 percent of the youths are unemployed.”

“99.9 percent of the youths are not unemployed. My two elder brothers work in Agip and my sister is a banker. Go find work you go see.” Pedro countered.

“And where does your father work?” That was Chinedu.

“Agip, he works in Agip.” Answered Pedro tersely.

Achor and Chinedu laughed to his face in unison.

“You are really a pikin Pedro. Can you not see that it is connection that is holding your family?” Achor said and laughed more with Chinedu.

The bar was airy and free of humans but for two men sitting away from them and few bartenders. Unknown to them, the two men worked in the Information and Communication Technology centre in their school yet they said everything loud and guffawed nonchalantly.

“Election is tomorrow Achor, why are you not killing yourself over how to get votes abi you no wan become SUG president again?” Pedro digressed.

“No matter how men and women work hard in this life, our creator will always determine what happens because this life belongs to the only creator up there. I have done my campaign and voiced great manifestoes that I am sure that I will uphold what else? This country is too corrupt for innocent souls like me o. Even our Information and Communication Technology centre is too corrupt, you will see that they will let my fellow candidates that are corrupt rig the election tomorrow and hack students’ pages. The ICT centre is meant to help us but they are also diluted. Almost everybody and everything is so corrupt. We should be flogging corruption in this country. As young students reading American books we should be flogging corruption in this country but what is happening now? Only God can save us”

“Achor most times you sound too religious that it makes me wonder what part of your brain is left for these politics and corrupt leaders that you discuss so well.” Chinedu replied.

Achor smiled, “The brain is not divided, it is just one but it pads towards every issue. Think of this life and understand that it is not ours so we can never control it, we just try but the only part we should try harder is with choosing a girlfriend, I mean wife.” They laughed again.

“Because the wife is now your life abi?” Chinedu asked.

“Yes na. So better work on that your useless girlfriend that prefers to spend the night in our room instead of waiting till you get your own room so that the two of you can do it.” Pedro said and laughed with Achor. Chinedu became furious.

“Guy just stop am o. What is your business? If you are jealous go and get a better girl that will not cheat on you with the current SUG president. Idiot.”

Pedro became furious too. “Guy take am. Waka there! If I no tell you, you for know? You and your girlfriend will be disturbing our sleep in the night banging up and down.”

“It is true o Chinedu, can’t you two wait till marriage? Even Nathan and his own fat girlfriend. Una sabi disturb our own manhood for night, virgin boy like me” Achor added, it got them more laughter.

“Achor just shut up there, Shebi you are dying for that girl, that girl also contesting as SUG president what is that her name?” Chinedu asked.

“Chioma Ejike” Achor answered smiling.

“Ehem Chioma Ejike you even cram her surname lover boy. You go old before that girl go accept you as you short like this, no swag, shirt and material trouser. Taaah!”

The night seemed blocked and wicked to have always preceded great days. Achor would have loved to go to his pastor for prayers but he was not in support of most pastors blowing air to peoples’ faces while praying for them. He could not sleep; it was time again to think of three figures in his life. His past. Wobodo his elder brother belonged to a God-forsaken cult group that prompted an opposite group to burn down their house at home two months ago during a clash. His mother and younger brother lived with their slovenly uncle as helps. His 16-year-old sister had gotten pregnant and delivered a girl for a boy his own age. She lived with him and grew thinner daily. He had gotten admitted into the University to study Management and made it to 200 level through his mother’s hard work in different farms all over the village.

His present. He made his grade points up to 4.5 and decided with all boldness to run for SUG president as the only candidate from Management department in Management faculty. Chioma Ejike a girl he often see around school made him more proud of her when he saw her poster as an only girl contesting for SUG president from Law faculty. Her poster is elegant and large. His is small and quiet like his own footsteps. During their campaign week, Chioma passing by with an empty bucket in hand told him that water wasn’t running in her hostel that morning. He told her to go back, that he will fetch her water only to return to her hostel pretty soon with five Aboki pushing in five heavy loaded trucks of water that got the girls praising him and promising to vote for him. Chioma said thanks and rushed away with her own water. He could tell that she was infuriated by his own campaigning package after getting hints from her.

His future. He will become the SUG president elect tomorrow by any means and will gladly reduce the students’ levy that the outgoing SUG president had increased from 500 naira to 1500 right back to 500 naira. His win will set standards for his next political mints and one day, he will not only build his mother a home, he will shock his impoverished ancestors.

Pedro, Chinedu and most of his coursemates surrounded him in a classroom in their faculty as the online votes commenced. Till 6pm that day, the winner is just a yet. Nathan was using more of coercion to ignite some students around to vote. Achor shook his head to that dirtiest part of politics and wondered if Chioma will ever make it to the top soon. She had the lowest votes and was number ten on the SUG presidential vote pole. At noon, three candidates got ahead of Achor and Chioma’s increasing votes danced below his. Two hours to the deadline, the first candidate was running on 2100 votes, the second 2000 votes, Chioma 1904 votes and Achor 1500 votes. Achor’s eyes began to itch him. Two hours later,....

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Wish everyone will think like you.

Seriously? That means...... OK. Let me not talk upandan ... . Lmao. It's historic sha

E happen real for Rivers State o... Go and get your own beads... Lol.
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Next story is coming.

I was under one of the trees in my school’s love garden calling my friend on phone. There was really something about her that I love to hate. She was always late. We needed to submit some papers and our passports to the department before we could collect our convocation gowns.

Ever since I met her in school and we became friends, she often came late leaving me at a spot to wait. Three days to our convocation, I still had to wait. Gosh! I stamped my foot on the ground looking at every passing taxi. She told me she was in a taxi, if only she wasn’t exaggerating.

I bought two vanilla ice creams to pass time. I didn’t want to buy for her at first. But, OK. We usually bought for two.
“Stupid late coming graduate” I nagged as I gave her the ice cream when she arrived eventually.
“Thank you idiot” she was always laughing like me.

We giggled a little before she started another version of conversation.
“You won’t thank God that I’m still alive. That your friend is walking with two legs”

“How? Was the driver that brought you here drunk?” I asked with a little concern.

“No. Hah! That would have been better. A day before yesterday. I would have seen hell by myself”

“Talk please! What happened to you. Besides walk fast it’s almost 1pm before those lazy civil servants retire home.”

“I will beat you! I’m talking about how I almost lost my life and my V-card you are checking time. Listen joor!”

“Ewooo! V-card! This is serious. What happened? What happened on Monday? You said you were in your father’s shop.”
I spurted biting the blocked ice cream together with it’s sack. I was looking straight into my friend’s mouth as if that will make her stop licking her own ice cream and just finish the story.
“I was in my Father’s shop as usual. Helping to sell woods and there was a man..young guy or man I also sell for sometimes. Or when supply comes they give me the money to keep for him. Like that. Like that. I was just familiar with the guy.”

“OK. So?”

“Based on Tom boys things na. I’m just rolling with the guy then he said he will help me with some money as regards this collection of gown. My dad was just delaying giving me money. So he said I should follow him to his house. As someone I know or should I say I thought I knew. I followed. My dear sister”

“Your dear what? How can you be so stupid to follow..”

“You see why I will disown your friendship one day. Allow me talk na.”

“Oh. my mouth shut up” I held my lips with two of my fingers.

“Seriously inside Town. Inside inside. I thought I knew Town but that side I have not been there before. He drove me inside to an uncompleted building. Not really incomplete but workers were still there doing some stuffs but few of the rooms had doors. Since workers were there. I just felt free. Following him about as he spoke with the workers also inspecting their work.”

“Was it his house?”

“He said it was his house o. So before I knew it, everywhere was quiet…..became quiet. I was in one of the rooms with him gisting by that time.”

“Chei!”

“No be small Chei o. All of a sudden I just realised we were alone in one of the rooms. I then asked him about what he promised. He didn’t even answer me. He just locked the door and threw the keys into his pocket.”

“Jesus! That guy has been planning you since day one.”

“Imaging. And I was merely helping him in his business. He was even the one that freely promised to dash me something for my graduation. He said I should come and hug him. I said how. Seriously. This guy shouted, Miracle! I said come and hug me. Fear gripped me. God! You needed to see how the day turned into black magic. That was when I started seeing the devil in him.”

My mouth fell open as she was telling that part.

“He shouted again but I didn’t move. Out of someone I knew before I said, hah! Bros it hasn’t gotten to shout. I just came because you promised me… He said I promised you that’s why I only want a hug. I said OK. Hug wasn’t bad. I first inserted my phone very deep into my pocket and drew close to him. In the process of hugging. He started to kiss my neck.”

“He was necking you! Woow!”

“Shut up! That was a horrible necking” We laughed.

“As I tried to pull myself from the tangle. You needed to feel the slap he gave me. Very nonsensical slap that turned my eyes to green. I fell. He quickly pulled his belt. I screamed. I screamed! I didn’t know people could turn into serpent in just one second. He said do you think anything or anyone at all will hear you? Scream! Scream all you can, no one will hear you. He flung the belt. I dodged. The next two wipes got me and I was really screaming.
Everywhere remained quiet as if I had no voice at all. God! That was when I started looking up and down around the house as if I could see God and drag him down. I was running about with him. Untll he caught up with me!”

“Hei!” I threw away the empty ice cream sack and raised my hands above my head as if I was witnessing the incident there and then.

“I just started gasping and acting as if I had asthma. The situation turned me into a lifeless asthma soul loosing all of air. I was trying to pretend so that he would leave me. For where? He pinned me to the wall trying to unbutton my jean. I was still trying to struggle no way. He succeeded in unbuttoning the jean, about to drag everything down so that he could have his way. Guess what happened?”

“What happened?”

“I said guess what happened?”

“Seriously my brain is blank now I can’t. Talk. Just say it” Truly, my brain was blank because after all the drama she acted I couldn’t ponder what could have saved her from such a lonely trap.

“Just start dancing. Start dancing.” She said to me running around me. I started running around too. We were both crazy and we knew it even our lecturers back then knew it too.

“What? What happened? Say it oh!” I was very curious. She began laughing.

“Heh! Life is huge o. Immediately his hand felt my waist bead, the guy fell back. I became shocked. He shouted! You needed to see the way he opened the door and pushed me out!”

“Jeeeez! You mean to say our friendship waist beabs saved you? The 100 naira waist beads we bought from that aboki saved you?”

“I’m telling you. I don’t really know. Maybe someone with waist beads have dealt with him before. Because as soon as he touched it in the process of trying to pull my trouser. He screamed. Mehn! I ran and ran till I met people whom I followed untill I started seeing cabs.”

“Jesus! That’s serious! What you were screaming for since, ordinary waist beads chased him. It’s not as if we have charms on our waist beads.”

“That’s what I’m saying. Maybe he hates waist beads due to one thing or the other. Mehn! I just thank God for waist beads and a crazy idiot like you.”

“Yeeeah! Because I suggested we wear waist beads as sign of BFF. Yees! I’m the Hero!”
We were screaming already running down a stair case from a parking lot that led to our department.


“Keep quiet rat! Which Hero. Who dash you. You weren’t there for me. Waist bead was there for me!”

“Hahahahaha the waist beads I bought for you fool!”

She started chasing me down the walk way.

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West ran to the door of his self-contained room to re-invigilate his handiwork 30minutes ago. He was looking, starring, watching until he saw one of the bed sheet’s ears not properly tucked into the bed. He ran to correct it and returned to his watchdog position. Nodding his head, he affirmed satisfaction within himself before a brief rehearsal. ‘How do I put it now? Welcome to my humble aboard Kemi. No. That’s so cliché. Welcome home Kemi…not good. OK. Hey I’m glad you came. No. Add a little romance. Hey. Kemi honey. Welcome hon. How was lectures. Aaaargh” he yipped and threw his head back. It banged on the hard door frame, straight into his medulla. That hard core pain. West squeezed into a corner rubbing the spot vigorously.
The pain seemed endless.

Gently he strolled into his small kitchen and started arranging the food stuffs he bought. A carton of indomie, a loaf of Nibbles bread, one long bottle of Ribena, half crate of egg, a bottle of groundnut and palm oil. He had every other kitchen needs that his mother had packed for him for his new home. It was his second year in school and his Mother and Step-Father just consented to his off campus freedom. Just one year into his course, he was already tired of the corny hostel boys so he demanded his own privacy.
Another good news was having a quality and noiseless time with his best friend, his girlfriend Kemi. They made plans for her to arrive on Friday and enjoy the weekend together but they would attend his own church on Sunday. In his mind, he called her Sparkles. She was dark with round white eyeballs that sparkled whether she was laughing or crying.
She was petite, pretty and feeble in every of her action and all he wanted to do was join hands with her till they were out of life.
Kemi appeared to be his one time girlfriend that he believed to be his first and last.

She had visited him once, one month into renting his house but it was empty then and they only chatted, kissed and solved mathematics. He didn’t want the sex that moment either. Everything about them, he wanted to be structured and spontaneous including their first sexual collision.

Her lectures would be over at 4pm and within 30 minutes, she should arrive or rounding it off to 5pm. West was a Computer Science student highly programmed even to his foot steps and Kemi admired that. It was 4:10pm. West slid into the bathroom.

The moment got him nonplussed, he really needed water to resuscitate. As soon as the shower flashed on him, his nervousness produced an erection. ‘Not yet’ he complained and fed his hard with more water trying to jog out the anxiety. He kept jogging, striking poses and playing with the water but once Kemi’s face jumped into his memory. It will kick. ‘Oooh. What now’ He began singing, really really singing. The walls of the squared bathroom could feel his show. Water, soap, sponge and strength came together to wash him. He scrubbed fast as if taking a break will stop time. Anything at all was worth doing to keep his part of the fun real and fresh. ‘Will I tell her to go take her bath too? Uuuhm’ he pondered.
There he was programming again. ‘Oooohm!’ He let out a silky cry. The sponge fell. He quickly picked it up, rinsed it and placed his face directly under the shower. Maybe he was planning too much. He blew his mouth full of water, producing another kind of shower.

West recalled the few sex he had before with his friend’s sister and a girl during JAMB. They seemed like a beginners lectures to him besides he wasn’t in love, the big girls kept pressing him to them, maybe his oblong brown face was deceiving them.

Kemi wasn’t a dull girl either, she knew the deal and didn’t kick against watching porn movies with him few times at night classes.

West heard his door open fast, someone ran inside and fell on the floor. He dashed out to her shouting, “West. West!”

“Kemi.” He totally forgot his rehearsals. Kemi wasn’t looking alright. “Kemi. Why are you on the floor. What happened” he inquired adjusting the loose towel around his abdomen.

“They took my phone. They just took my phone down your street. Bad boys. My phone is gone West.” She cried.

What a bad omen.

She couldn’t control her worry and that got him blocked to a position for seconds before he regained his stand. Bad boys spoilt the moment. West locked the door, the bathroom door too and lifted her from the floor to bed. He served her head on his thighs and could say nothing but ‘Sorry. Sorry. That’s too bad but everything will be OK. It’s just a phone.’

“My files. Oh. West. Those guys were mean.”

“Sorry. I hope they didn’t touch.”

“They didn’t touch me but they hurt me. My phone just left me like that.”

“Sorry. Sorry. You will get another one” that didn’t sound right in his ears so he repeated, “you will get another. We will get another one.” He quickly remembered that You and I were not good for relationships as much as We and Us.

Kemi stood up and ran to the bathroom. With the sound of the urination he said, he knew she must have been shocked during the trauma.
West could think of nothing but how to make her feel better. When she got back. He took off her trouser and wore her one of his colourful shorts. He covered her properly and went to get her what she loved. Ribena!

Kemi smiled and jacked up immediately to drink. He saw plenty sparkles falling out of her eyes. She only smiled at him but refused to utter a word. West in turn knew how to read her thoughts even if they were written in Arabic. He threw her packed school bag into the ward rope and fell on the bed. The evening grew colder. West held unto her like he held the only pillow in his bed. They slept off.

Before he could fall asleep,.......

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Perfect!

I meant to say his garb was perfect.
Is there any other term used to describe someone who is tall, wide-chested, earthen, that is a male? Maleficent!

Men like that never come to me. She whined.

Linda was still looking at him with the end of her almond eyes, She slightly relieved herself of the first dress in her hand, tossing the others about.

She was trying to make a perfect choice of her outfit next Sunday. It has been long she wore something verbose to church and this time she was keen to beat her friend Mary on their languorous Sunday white carpet at the Dominion City Church.

There was nothing else she ever liked except pants- trouser and a shirt robed loosely around her body but she needed to buy exceptional wears that day. Her mind ran back to the man she saw earlier and she began to wonder why he came into the mall straight to Mr. Price female boutique. She had seen him once in church among the technical workers. Again, in a traveling agency. They didn’t say a word to each other but she saw his Adam’s apple tweak and twerk.

‘Whoever it is that he was choosing anything for better be grateful, whether a wife, a sister, a mother or maybe his unwedded spouse.
He is such a stalwart. How I wish I’m a Queen.’ Linda sang and squeezed into herself.

To add to her unsettled thoughts, the young man made for her direction, he was walking towards her. Linda gasped and cursed. Surreptitiously, she shifted into another rail of clothing. She maneuvered into the next roll pretending not to see his moves yet he kept walking towards her. Linda entered the next roll again, he was still coming. Then she dived into the last roll where brassieres and panties were displayed softly. Luckily, she didn’t see his approach again. ‘We bless God.’ She spurted and exhaled.

Few seconds later,
‘How much do they cost?’ A voice from behind startled her.

He was behind her. Linda refused to turn. She quickly blurted,....

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Please sweet Nigerians, my fellow Nairalanders. I'm new here. Help me in any way you can for me to know the basics. Thanks.

This is my latest pen work.

Title: With Tears In My Eyes

The whole wide world is aware of 11th of March as a prestigious day enunciated as Mothers’ Day.

The stigma of my own Mothers’ Day began when a friend of mine bypassed the pictures of my mother that I had uploaded in my status on whatsapp and commented ‘Happy Mothers Day’ on my own picture. I thought it was a friends’ mistake till I returned from church with my family and checked my facebook messenger. Behold! Not less than 10 friends left me the wish ‘Happy Mothers’ Day’.’ Jesus! I swallowed the tiniest saliva left in my mouth.

My throat began to dry and dry. My conscience began to tangle.

Another check on my whatsapp led me to two more Happy Mothers’ Day to me.

My left hand clutched my stomach. I might be pregnant, I thought. This might be the vision.

I had made love over and over again with my boyfriend during the weekend. In short, I had returned from his house that very Sunday morning and quickly joined my family to church.

I had told my family that I was very busy with serious studies in school whereas, I was having the adult fun with my boyfriend without any protection. Neither did I bother to get any contraceptive. I was hoping that it was five days to my menstrual flow so I didn’t need to worry over getting pregnant since the ovum, the egg must have been ready to be flushed out as blood. I had calculated same before and it worked.

But on this Mothers’ Day, I felt strange. Guilt hypnotized me. I had lied to my family and still on that, I had acted carelessly with him in bed. I felt lost as we ate lunch on the dinning table that noon. Everyone queried my absent gaze on nothing in particular but I told them I was thinking about an exam I have to write in school on Tuesday.

In bed I lay later, running through my thoughts. If I should have faith that my period will come tomorrow or next or go and get some drugs or leave it and find out that I’m pregnant later in the month. To disengage my thoughts, I uploaded a cute, radiating photo that I had taken in my boyfriend’s house only to get more ‘Happy Mothers’ Day’ than other compliments. To others it seemed normal but I felt weak, like I am receiving a kind of prophecy from their wishes.

I started to get rude in my replies to anyone wishing me Happy Mothers’ Day.

The last arrow that struck into my heart was when another friend on whatsapp that has not chatted me up in months sent me a chat, ‘Happy Mothers’ Day Dear.’ I quickly replied him angrily with ‘waka! shegeh!’ Again he typed,

‘Are you not a potential mother? You can even be a mother this year you know?’

‘Heeeeei!’ I screamed in my room. My two hands were on my head like a weeping widow as I began to walk to my Mother’s room.


I did’t make it into her room anyways, with tears in my eyes, I headed to a nearby pharmacy. I do not want to be the said eighteen-year-old girl who became a mother in her level 200.

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Patrick was a dark, huge and husky looking man on a mission. On a mission to take a part of him that didn’t exist with him all through his years abroad. 17 years!
17 years away from his only descendant was long enough to run across the airport, straight home.
He had assured Derah his village girlfriend that he will send lots of money once he gets to Kuwait and starts work but life made him another bed. Things didn’t go right at all. Few times he got involved in treacherous acts. Five times he wandered from country to country. One time he married a stinkingly wealthy old lady who died three years after and left him her enormous wealth. Before he could get to the point of weeping on the tomb of his generous Italian wife, he had forgotten home.

Patrick forgot home, including his surname!
He played along with the speeding thorns of life and forgot Africa.
His memories totally turned dark when the only woman who showed him kindness without compromise died. His thoughts grew from being suicidal to being flirty. Patrick lost most of his time and money to naked females. He thought he was trying to get over. Get over with transgressions.

He used to be a vibrant young lad till the first plane he ever boarded in life landed in Kuwait.
Every human was created in their own affectionate way and no matter the trials and diversions, life has a way of bringing each back to who they really are.
‘I’m sorry your body shape is bad.. No balance. Plus..I’m so sorry you are weak. I mean impotent..you’
Those were the doctor’s candid words. The message flew into his brain and did a reset.
He paused for a minute.

Within a month, he returned home.
Patrick reunited with his own family who even thought him dead. He was glad no one died in his family too.
The home meal have not even digested, “Where is Osinachi?”

No one answered him except his youngest brother who later gave him an explanation. The next day was a total investigation of his mission focus; his daughter. He saw his long time woman, still looking sweet though more like a city lady. The tiny little teenager he impregnated many years ago had turned into a grown thick woman but he didn’t see his daughter with her.
Osinachi.
He whined a little but kept calm and took things slow. He discovered where they lived and found out that Derah worked as a primary school teacher and never got married.
His departure must have tortured her for long. Weak tears trickled as he drove back to his hotel. ‘I can’t wait any longer’ he decided and slept for just two hours out of restlessness.

He needed to catch them early. Immediately it was 6am, he drove out.

There was a knock on the door.
“Ooooohm. Who is at that gate again? I will pump the water soon. Hah!”

The knock came again.
Derah sluggishly went to see the elephant that was disturbing her.

She almost pissed herself. She couldn’t even pronounce his name. The little strength she had opened the gate. Patrick knew what was happening.
“Derah! Eeeh. Should I go in?”
She didn’t reply. He went inside anyway.

“So you came to find me. I didn’t know you will have the mind to leave me and also come back….Pato.” Immediately she called him...
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One of my neigbours invited me to their glorious Super Sunday Service this January. As a free thinker who was not caged to a particular worship house, I honoured his invitation. Black suit, blue shirt, red tie, a black leather shoe and a well brushed hair. With my big King James Version Bible in hand, I matched into the church. Suddenly, I saw my classmate. “Hmmm. Bad omen! Bad omen!” I couldn’t step back or avoid her, she had seen me too. She smiled sheepishly at me and continued doing what I didn’t know on a laptop. She was handling some of the technical department tasks in the church I guessed. Ah! Chidinma Okeke, still beautiful and busty. How time flies but her beauty didn’t fly. Her bosoms were so enormous that they drove the boys crazy in JSS 3 then. I waved her thoughts off, I was in church.
An usher directed me to a seat by the side of one of the two rolls in the church. The church was not filled up with people like some other big shot churches in the city but it was happening. The choir was good. In short, they were few but happy. It was a wonderful praise and worship session that morning. I shook my body gently like I had 200 dollars in my back pocket. The way I did it was dope, I was sure Chidinma was watching me from behind. Oh! The thought of her again.

The form master walked into our class in JSS 1 and demanded that we select a class prefect. While we were still jabbering about, trying to imagine who will handle the class as fresh toads that we were. Someone stood up, “Sir, my name is Chidinma Okeke, I am by far the best admitted student this year. I had four Excellents and two Credits in my WAEC and recently I answer almost all the questions in class. I think I’m good to go as the class prefect.” The way she said it very fast and steady, everyone was aghast, tongue tied and over turned. Lend me words. The form master didn’t know when he asked, “Class is that true,” and we also didn’t know when we echoed “yes.”
Chidinma became the prefect, inclining us to sweep and clean the classroom early every day. As a boy if you proved stubborn and she stares at you in some kind of way, you won’t even know when you will start sweeping. The few defiant ones she reported to the teachers who dealt with them joyfully. Because of that our class became much disciplined. The funniest part of her life was that she didn’t...
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Mosquito

Crying into me, called Ear

Long times before

You came to my hut

To ask my hand in wedlock

Stoned I, myself to the ground

Laughing up and down on you

Thou tiny piece of creature

That shall die so soon

To marry my good flesh

Many years along

You come laughing

Your own to me

Yelling how you live on

How you still strive

Get another bride

Please perch on others

You claim to laugh

But I know you cry

I, Ear is never to marry you

Whether you laugh or cry

Please save thy noise!

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