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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The creature could feel it more strongly now as it inner organs convulse in spasms, the ‘helpers’ and the generalissimo’s are around. Its mandate would soon be over, it was both excited and relieved. The last one thousand years had been hectic and more demanding, but it has done its assignment well. It would be rewarded. It would be celebrated. The greatest honour is being the fore bearer of the greatest revolution. The revolution against man,and their creator.

With Clara’s death it experienced some kind of exhilarating fulfillment. That would teach them not to tamper with the pregnancy again. It had orchestrated the process of possessing Emeka and finally his stabbing of Clara to death, which should engage them for some time, it was an essential decoy. It was ready to inflict more stringent punishment if they persisted. Nobody would be allowed to kill any of their foot soldiers, especially not their first foot soldier.

The creature had also orchestrated the disagreement between Akin and Sabrina inside the car. Presently Sabrina is refusing to have the abortion, while Akin was trying to coerce her. He could get hurt. It was just being patient with him because he was supposed to be part of the cause. At a time, Sabrina jumped out of the car trying to escape while Akin chased after her in the heavy rain. They ran for almost five minutes before he caught up with her and dragged her back to the car. Subsequently he had to drag her to Emeka’s apartment to hurry him up, without letting her escape again. Then they had seen Clara’s body and screamed. It was a great moment for the creature.

Akin though very afraid of Sabrina knew what he had to do, especially when she was not giving off any of her mystical tendencies. Sometimes
The night is still young, and the events are still many. It would be a night to be remembered for long by many people. With instincts the creature knew the night, is the turning point for the revolution that was to come. There was no reversing it, it has been initialized, it would only need monitoring and re-evaluation.

The feeling of the presence of the ‘helpers’ deepened sharply, then it saw them descending from the dark sky climbing down with ropes in a spider like form silhouetted against the moon. They are a mixed of all human races, and animals of all breeds. They have human heads, scaly greenish reptilian body, with strong biceps and torso. Their legs were hinged with body adapted for swimming and flying. Dressed in crispy black leather like material never seen by any human, their strong tails, the size of an alligator’s stretched out side. Their tongues were wide and big, the size of a human palm and Y shaped, while the jaws look strong and collapsible with glinting fangs. Each of them is twice the size and weight of the biggest human, and they posses the powers of twenty men. Their flaming hooded red eyes have binocular and x-ray visions, and they look extremely unkind. The war had started.

The helpers would spread to all part of the world, they would be enforcers, they would be warriors and most importantly they would be the special intelligence and executing team. Erring humans would be punished, and the punishments would be massive. There would be no escape. As they climbed down in here, they are climbing down in other parts of Africa and indeed the rest of the world.

Each of the ‘helpers’ posses a whip like coiled object made of glinting metallic blades, that can kill with a single blow. With their special skills they can also outrun any human or machine, and mimic every human activities no matter the technology it demands. More importantly, they can read the thoughts of every human, and immediately know the past and the future. Invariably, they would be working in a team of six, with six units in a locale, and six locales forming a state with ‘head camp’ where the numbers would be given and administration taken of. There would be hunger, thirst, weeping, sweat and blood, it would be the reverse of Eden. It is all a matter of time now. That is if the holy one is identified and destroyed before it was borne. That is why the number one job of the Helpers would be to find the mother and kill her before time.

The ‘helpers’ filed into teams of six and started a long match towards their destinations. No one would see them, not even the most spiritual of human. They are simply physically non existent.



CHAPTER NINETEEN

The trio continued to scream until Sabrina suddenly collapse and fainted. The room was also instantly enveloped with the acrimonious feelings of death. Emeka raced to where Clara’s body laid hoping to revive her, but she was dead. She died even before she hit the floor. Crying loudly he held her lifeless body and shook vigorously, not comprehending what happened, though strongly he knew he had killed her. The other side of the room Akin cradled Sabrina’s motionless body in his arm. She was breathing softly but unevenly, her eyes were closed and she looked very exhausted. Carefully Akin carried her to the settee away from Emeka, who knelt on the blood soaked white rug. Like Emeka, he was still mystified with seeing Clara dead. His eyes were filled with horror.

‘What Happened?’ Akin whispered, still standing far away from his friend, his body was vibrating.
‘I don’t know…I think I killed her’ Emeka stammered.
‘You think you killed her, what are you saying Emeka?’
‘I don’t know, I found her dead…I was…’
‘Damn it Emeka… look at your clothes, look at your face…’ Akin stepped backward in fear, realizing for the first time that his friend could be capable of killing another human being. His clothes and hands were all stained with blood and his face look melted from the forehead downward. He could feel the pain but he ignored it.
‘She wanted to kill me’ Emeka stated, he was now recollecting some part of the incident. They were coming in blurring flashes of film layers that suddenly made him feel light headed and cold.
‘She wanted to kill you? Emeka this is all too much…its Clara we are talking about’
‘I swear she wanted to stab me with the knife!’
Akin looked sideways at Sabrina on the settees, she was still unconscious but breathing. Within him he was debating whether to bolt and call the police to save his life in case Emeka had suddenly gone berserk, or to stay and hear him out, and probably help him. The idea of the pregnancy termination was no issue right now. There is a dead body on the floor, plus a river of blood flowing. Akin watched his friend closely for any sign that could be a prelude to also wanting to kill him, finally he decided he was sane and not dangerous.
‘Did the girl see her?’ Emeka inclined his head at Sabrina on the settee, with a glance at Clara’s body.
‘Of course, that was why she fainted’
‘Can she be trusted?’
‘Trusted? I don’t get you’
‘I mean can she keep her mouth shot… she could tell somebody’
‘Well she’s very young… what do expect I don’t even want to talk to her about this’
‘What are we going to do about her then?’
‘I think you should worry about this first’ he pointed to the floor.
‘Aren’t you going to help me’ Emeka said not believing what he just heard from his friend.
‘How I’m I suppose to help here… I don’t even know how this happened’
For a while there was quiet. Emeka sat on the floor very confused, holding his head in disbelief. It all looked like he was watching somebody else being bamboozled by the trickiness and unexplainable nature of the event. Furiously his heart was pumping blood and his body system giving off latent heat, he was very scared. He could neither think straight nor steady his trembling body.

In his corner, Akin thought analytically about the problem on their hands, without being told he knew it could be linked to the strangeness in Sabrina. Now he was more afraid of the abortion than ever, but it has to be done. It will settle virtually everything for him and allow him concentrate on his new relationship with Lola. Still Sabrina’s strangeness worries him, especially how she knew about his other relationships. Now since the abortion has to be done and by none other person than Emeka, there is a need to help remove the immediate problem (Clara) so that they can concentrate on the other (Sabrina). More than ever he was more desperate to have the abortion done especially when he had decided with Lola to announce their engagement the following month on her birthday. Because he was desperate, he decided to believe Clara’s death was a coincidence. Glancing at his confused friend on the floor he also decided to be resolute.

‘So… Emeka what next… we can’t just sit here and languish in self pity’ he said calmly
‘What do I do? It’s better to call the police’
‘Are you crazy?’ For the first time since the event occurred, Akin became angry. Now if the idiot talks to the police, he can kiss Lola, Mary and his job Goodbye, and spend sometime in prison too, courtesy Sabrina’s father. He laughed ruefully, he could even be charged with accessory to murder, the truth is somebody needs to be in charge of the whole event or they could end up in more trouble.
‘Call the Police…I assure you, you will be hanged next week’ he said coldly, making Emeka’s eyes glow in fresh horror.
‘What do we do then?’
‘Look there is nothing like a ‘we’ thing here, I didn’t kill her’
‘Akin!’
‘Listen…I just want to help okay. We have to get the body out of here and deposit it somewhere. Are you with me?’ Emeka nodded starry eye. A plan was already forming in Akin’s mind, he was determined to survive the event at any cost.
‘She came in her car right?’ for an instance Emeka was dumbfounded, then he understood, giving Akin some kind of look. He had never witnessed Akin so cold-blooded and calculative.
‘Look the idea is we dump her and the car on the roadside, empty her bag and make it look like a robbery. That way it can’t be traced back to you, we also have to remove all of these.’ He pointed to the blood clotting on the rug and the ones smeared on the walls. Emeka nodded not trusting himself to say anything.
‘Now…it would be nice if you can just drop her down’ Akin growled, Emeka was still has Clara’s body on him. Clumsily he slipped her body down to the floor, and laid her head gently in a twisted position. Except for the bloods Clara looked like she was sleeping.
‘Lets clean up the whole of this place and we can take her out later. Call the hospital and tell them you have a domestic accident, and let’s do something about your head for God sake’

Few minutes later they set to work in the odd quietness of the apartment. Sabrina lay on the settees till unconscious. It was 10.27 pm

* * * * * * * * * * * *
Elsewhere in Victoria Island, Lola lay on her bed frowning at her mobile phone. The last one hour she had been trying Akin’s number, it had only been ringing without him picking it. She felt very frustrated, how she had missed him. She wanted to hear his voice and have him reassure her every second that he also loves her. She was giddy with excitement at the prospect of announcing their engagement on her birthday. Never in her life had she felt so crazy and reckless, she seemed to have no self-control again. Her boss had complained how her interest in the job had declined and how absent-minded she had become, though he also complimented that she was glowing everyday. For everybody that cared to listen, she had told them she is in love

Easily she could have been married to one of the numerous rich young men who desired her, even the first son of the Vice President, but she preferred to be married to a man she truly loves. Akin actually is not from her kind of wealthy background, especially now that he is only a teacher in a high school compared to her, a high power banking executive, but she loves him and would marry him. It was all that complex and simple. She rolled on the bed, playing up his image inside her head, and smiling.

Since the day they got back together, they have been seeing each other every day. Today she needed to stay back late at the office because of a meeting, so their date was canceled, but now she is missing like he was ever coming back. She had tried to assuage her emotional turmoil by talking to him on the phone, but he did not pick up. She wondered where he was, what he was doing, and who he is with. Probably he was tired and asleep, or he just dumped his phone where he could not hear it ringing. Whatever she was missing him, and would not be able to sleep without talking to him or seeing him. She wanted to be kissed and cuddled by him. She needed to kill that ache in her.

At last overwhelmed with the desire to be touched by him, she decided she would go to see him at home, in spite of the fact that it is more than a thirty minutes drive from Victoria Island to Badagry. Already she has a duplicate key to his apartment, she would sleep over and leave for work the following morning. She got up from the bed and changed into a jeans and T-shirt, then packed a small bag. Without looking at the time she picked up her car keys, and walk briskly into the rainy night.

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The duo sat in the darkness of the car not talking as they sped through the not well lighted roads, only listening to the silence in between them. Now and then when an approaching vehicle lights the inside of the car, they look at themselves briefly and return to their private worlds. Since the she had ridden him all morning and threatened to tell her parents, Akin had seized to be comfortable with her. In the darkness sometimes he feels like her eyes were glowing, but quickly he attacked the fear with his theory of hallucination. He concentrated on his driving and hope they go through the abortion as quickly as possible. He promised himself not to have anything to do with her again.

Akin had waited for her at the back of the school where she had jumped down from the fence and practically dived into his car as they screeched off. She was late for fifteen minutes, which caused him to sweat profusely and set his heart beat hammering, he was very relieved when she emerged at the top of the fence. They were billed to arrive at Emeka’s house at 8 o’clock where they would then leave together for the hospital. The idea is to put her under observation throughout the night so as to be sure there was no side effect to the abortion. Cases of hemorrhage leading to death after abortions are very common, especially with unqualified doctors opening up clinics every where around Lagos, and performing dangerous D and Cs, even with the authorities stringent scrutiny.


Throughout the drive he feels her eyes boring into him in the darkness. Does she know he had met with Lola? Quickly he chided himself, of course she posses no supernatural powers either to know his thoughts or deeds when they are not together. He must be under too much stress to be thinking like a native. The sudden appearance of Lola back in the picture has really destabilized him, whatever was he going to do with Mary now. He knew he would have probably divorce Mary immediately, if Lola should appear a minute after their wedding, he is that madly in love with her. Her telephone call and their subsequent meeting was still like a dream to him, he had been extremely worried when she was crying on the phone. Finally their meeting had been like a scene out of a love movie: sobbing and quavering with emotion, she asked him to forgive her for fighting their love and hurting him, and asked him if he still wants her with all the dignity in her, that is if he is not married or engaged. Without thinking Akin had blurted out that he was neither married nor engaged, and with a kiss he had taken her into his life. He would need to find a way to displace Mary, though he wished he had not committed himself. The preacher’s daughter had allowed him sleep with her because she was convinced their relationship is solid and would lead to marriage, he had thought so too. He had wrapped up that day with Lola sitting across him in a restaurant where they talk about their love and relive moments in the past, most of them funny. Lola had laughed at his jokes, spoken quietly, batting her eyelids as she watch him closely like he would just vanish like a mirage. They had held hands tightly and kissed afterwards. It was magical night and he could not wait to tell Emeka about it.

Sabrina sat in the darkness of the fast moving car looking intently at Akin beside her as he continued to drive without saying a word, he seemed to be occupied in a deep thought. Watching his countenance, sometimes he frowns and the next minute there would be a happy split smile on his lips. What exactly is he thinking about? She has this uneasy feeling that his mind was no longer with her and immediately the urge to know what is going on in his mind engulfed her.

She shut her eyes tightly and focused on his heart, strangely the grey scale vision came to her: Akin was in a restaurant with a sophisticated looking woman dressed in a blue pin stripe pant suit. She was holding at his hand tightly, and looking at him like she worships him. At first she could not hear what they were saying, then like the visuals it began to come clearly too. The woman was apologizing to Akin and professing her love for him, with him looking too stunned to give an immediate response. The woman’s very beautiful face was welling with tears, as Akin embraced her and whisper kind words into her ears. In between Sabrina’s vision came the picture juxtaposing visual of another young girl, this time on Akins bed, sobbing gently, while Akin tries to pet her. The visuals suddenly fused when Akin was kissing the woman and making love to the young girl, Sabrina became livid instantly

‘Who is Lola?’ she suddenly turned to him in the darkness, her angry eyes flashing.
‘Lola?’ he was instantly jolted and he swerved off the road suddenly, but in time to avoid hitting one of the road signs. ‘I don’t know any Lola’ he said after a while , his voice quivering
‘Akin don’t lie to me’ she warned angrily. That was the first time she would address him by his first name. ‘Who is Mary?’
‘How…do you know… about these people’ he stuttered
‘Just answer my questions!’ her scream was so sudden that Akin swerved off the road again, the car almost colluded with an electric pole this time. Akin parked carefully, looking bewildered.
‘Akin I’m warning you, for the last time’ her voice had gone back to the lilt thickness that disturbs him. The hairs on the nape of her neck stood up in her anger, she felt like hurting him and all the women that are trying to take him from her. Akin folded himself in a protective coil position on the driver seat barely able to raise his eyes to meet hers, he was afraid for his life. Without knowing his weight shifted the door opened a little, he did not also notice his mobile phone dropped on the sandy road side. He was now very convinced that she posses some supernatural powers, how else can she know about Lola and Mary? Is she going to hurt him now? For sometime there was quiet again.

Not long Sabrina broke into tiny sobs, she had not meant to frighten him. He looked so small and vulnerable from his coiled protective position and she felt pity for him. The love of her life, she smiled bitterly, nobody would be allowed to take him from her. She was also frightened, she does not understand herself anymore or the things happening to her. Quickly she tried to calm herself, if she continues to be angry with him she could hurt him.

‘Akin?’ She called out in her normal girlish voice, touching him gently
‘Yes…yes…’ he answered his voice trembling, still not able to look up at her. Her hands felt heavy and strange on him, she was going to kill him?
‘Look at me’ Sabrina commanded. Slowly Akin raised his head up, his eyes full of horror.
‘I’m sorry; I don’t mean to shout at you, I was just angry’
‘Its okay’ he managed to reply her. It was his highest moment of relieve in his entire life.
‘That’s alright then. Let’s go, Emeka must be waiting for us’

A cold fear ran down his spine, causing him to shiver suddenly. How did she know the doctor they are going to see his Emeka? He never told her anything, not even their destination. The only information she has is they would be going for the abortion. He sighed loudly, probably it was time to pay for hurting all those women and taking advantage of them. But why now? When he just started turning a new leaf. Resignedly he turned the ignition and they continued their journey.

It would be a disastrous night for their host.


CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Emeka sat in his sitting room, pouting and glancing at both his mobile phone and wristwatch intermittently. Akin and his ‘little girlfriend’ are already an hour late, he hissed loudly, the phone had also been ringing without anyone picking it, and perhaps the idiot forgot it at home. He could not understand how Akin could be that incorrigible, he never takes anything serious, not even an issue as serious as getting him off the hook of being fired for getting his student pregnant and spending a long time in jail. Already Emeka is running late for his night duty, the doctor who did the afternoon shift must be infuriated by now. No doctor is allowed to leave the hospital until the one taking the shift from him is around. He resolved to give Akin ten more minutes before leaving for the hospital. Outside a small drizzle of rain stated.

A minute later the door bell rang, furiously he stormed to the door and yanked it open. It was Clara, with a mini traveling bag. He was ready to tear Akin to pieces.
‘Hey what’s wrong with you, you look like you are ready to kill somebody’ she kissed and tapped at his nose. She threw her car keys on the dinning table.
‘I was not expecting you’ she was to come in two days time to spend her annual leave with him.
‘Who are you expecting…oh are you saying I go back with my wet clothes?’
‘Look Clara don’t let us get into an argument, I was waiting for Akin’
‘Akin? For what? So I can’t come here any time I want because you are waiting for Akin. What exactly are you planning with him?’
He was not going to tell her they had arranged to have an abortion in his hospital. Clara eyes bore into him, daring him to lie.
‘What are you planning with Akin? Another woman hunting trip?
‘Don’t be ridiculous Clara, now won’t you get your bag inside’
‘Oh I have that right?’ She said sarcastically.
He smiled instead and kissed her on the lips, she pushed him back gently.

‘Now be a good wife and let’s take your bag inside’
‘I’m not your wife’
‘You’ll become my wife next month’ he laughed trying to douse the tension
With a hidden smile she gave him a bad look and took the bag inside. Again Emeka tried reaching Akin through his mobile phone but it only kept ringing. He was more anxious this time to get Akin because he would not want Clara to meet with him and his ‘student mistress’.
Clara came out of the inner rooms, already changed to T-shirt and short, her make up has also been wiped off. She looked homely.
‘I’m sure you’ve not had dinner because you are waiting for your friend’
‘Aren’t you finished with scolding me?’
‘I’m not scolding you sweet heart, give me some five minutes to put together something you can eat at work’
‘That’s a good wife’ he crossed the room to kiss her.
‘I’m not your wife’ she responded dovetailing her fingers behind his neck as they kissed teasingly and slowly. Their chests were crushed together in a tight embrace, and they could feel each others heart beat.
‘That’s a good fiancé’ he replied after sometime moving his hands down slowly her body, then cupping her buttocks.
‘Access denied’ she slapped his hands off gently and drew back.
‘9:27, gosh! I won’t take long. Emeka pulled her back and they went into another kissing session until she pushed him back gently.

Clara exited into the kitchen just as the door bell rang. Emeka rushed to open, behind it stood Akin and Sabrina, a little drenched from the rain outside.
‘What in hell’s name do you think you are doing, coming more than an hour behind time’ Emeka whispered angrily, not daring to raise his voice for fear of Clara listening in. He gave Sabrina a side look and said a curt, inaudible ‘how are you’
‘I’m sorry… we ran into….’ Emeka waved him off before he could stutter through.
‘Save me the story for later, are we ready?’ he inclined his head at Sabrina
‘Yes…’ In spite of the rain and the cold weather Akin was sweating profusely. Emeka gave him a sorry look. From the kitchen Clara asked if there is anybody with and he answered in the negative.
‘Wait for me in you car, I’ll come out in five minutes’ he said hurriedly, pushing out Akin and opening the door wide for Sabrina to also pass through. There was no need for Clara to see him now, she would only raise more questions. Immediately he shut the door something strange took over him.

His muscles seem to be twitching, and his brain saturated with blood, surprisingly he became more energetic. The sitting room at once became very dark in his vision, but he could still see and event through the walls demarcating the other rooms. His vision piercing through the wall he saw Clara in the kitchen slicing tomatoes with a knife, like a programmed robot his brain identified her as an enemy. He was possessed. Cautiously and brewing with energy he approached her. The soft rug on the floor of the house muted the sound his feet could have made, so that Clara did not hear him come in until it was too late.

It was the shinning fang protruding from his mouth and the deadly look in his eyes that caught her attention first. Crazy with fear she screamed, unconsciously raising the knife protectively. He advanced towards, breathing heavily as she screamed his name and asked for help. Suddenly he lunged forward and grabbed at her hands, twisting them until they snapped and dropped the knife. He gripped her neck attempting to wretch it off, while her feet dangle and twists involuntarily. With the last ounce of energy in her she stretched her shuddering hands to lift the fry pan heating on the stove. While Emeka was still engulfed in chocking her to death, she grabbed the fry pan with the hot oil content and slammed it on his head. For an instant Emeka stood blinded and wriggling in pain, the hot oil making hissing noises as it fries parts of his head, the skins peeling off immediately. Weakened with being cut off from receiving oxygen from the long chock, Clara crawled to the sitting room, spurting blood from her mouth as she tried harder to scream for help. Several times she collapsed and stood up again trying to make it to the front door, and escape into the street. The rain outside had increased tremendously, it must have probably hushed her screams.

Emeka mad with fury from the pain embarked on scattering the kitchen, ripping the taps and breaking all the plates as he swooped them off the cabinets. He was searching for the knife Clara was using earlier, finally he found it under the refrigerator which now stood at an impossible angle. Ferociously he grabbed the knife and dash towards the sitting room, where Clara laid whimpering and fighting with the door knob. Without thinking, he cruelly jerked her up and drove the knife straight into her heart with a forced velocity, shutting out her scream. She died instantly.

Dizzy with the overflow of energy and adrenalin, Emeka collapsed on the chair and fainted. Slowly he regained his normal breathing rhythm and his body systems quickly stabilized. With great effort and a dull headache he opened his eyes to the stream of blood flowing under his feet. Tracing the source with his eyes he saw Clara’s lifeless bleeding body in a twisted position. He screamed in panic and jumped from the chair, at that moment Akin and Sabrina rushed in panting. Seeing Clara’s body the duo joined the screaming, turning the quiet, rainy night into chaos.

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Lola Gomez sat behind her computer, her eyes red and glassy with tears, blurring the series of numbers appearing on her screen. She works at the head quarters of Quartz Bank in Broad Street Lagos, the financial capital where the head offices of most of Nigeria’s banks and other companies are located. Now and then she dab at her eyes with a pink handkerchief and whimper, looking intently at the mobile phone in front of her. She was about to make a call that would either make her happy or miserable for the rest of her life. The last three years she had been procrastinating on that singular call, but today, it has become a matter of now or never. Right now it is the most important call of her life.

Her office lies on the fifteenth floor of the huge United Bank for Africa building, where she could easily appreciate the city skyline, watch the ever heavy traffic, and other flurries of activities as distractions from work, but she was not interested in all of that now. Her heart is in turmoil, making every other thing in her life take second place, even the banking career that she loves so much. Silently she prayed the call will bring back the sunshine in her life, and complete the missing part of her puzzle.

With shaky hands she picked the phone, pressing out the numbers with both hands, as she snivels and wipe her tears with the back of hands. Slowly she pressed the set on her ear and waited till it connected, making a blobbing ringing sound. It rang for some moment without anyone picking it. She became agitated, wondering if he knew she was the one calling. At the second dial a female voice picked it, which caused her to drop the phone in a loud clatter. The female voice had confirmed everything, there was no reason to call anymore, time once again had played cruel on her. She had lost him to another woman. Gently she put her head on the glass table and wept without shame.

Few minutes later her phone began ringing, making shrilling noises in the quietness of her office. She glanced at it first, not wanting to speak to anyone, then realizing it could be him she snapped up the phone and pressed it to her ears.
‘Hello, who is this?’ a gentle baritone voice said from the other end. She almost stopped breathing. Hearing his voice alone did something awesome to her.
‘It’s Lola Gomez’ she replied after some time with a quivering voice, her heart banging.
‘Oh my God! Lola! Where in heavens name have you been? The voice said excitedly. She listen for the tenderness she always love in his voice, it was still there. Suddenly she broke into fresh sobs. The happiness she felt hearing his voice is so overwhelming.
‘What is wrong with you?’ the voice said with lots of concern, which was rewarded with more sobs. ‘Can we meet somewhere for God sake?’
‘You want to meet with me?’ she finally found her voice, not believing what she just heard.
‘Now Lola don’t be silly, just name the place and time, I’ll be there’
Suddenly the event of the last seven years came flooding into her memory: he was the only man she ever fell in love. She had dated other men thinking she would come to forget about him and in turn love her new men, but it never worked out that way. Her last relationship had ended up in a disaster; the man had loved her greatly and had actually proposed marriage to her. She had refused knowing she does not love him and would not grow to love him, she had only been fond of him. To marry him will be a major mistake. The man had become recalcitrant and had threatened to harm her in his desperation. He could not just understand why she would not love him.

Sometimes she laughed ruefully at the thought of marrying the man she is in love with, a man every other woman would want and would share with her. A man she knew would cause her pain and heart ache for she could not bear to share him, but she had continued to love him even more over the years. With all the discipline and logic in her, she had refused to have anything to do with him, hoping one day that he would change and come back to her or she would find love somewhere else. But it had not happened because he was just incorrigible, and she had not been happy. She had finally resolve to let faith control things, it is serendipity, it is written that her man is a man who would be wanted by women and who would also want women. Love had prevailed.

She knew he loves her dearly, and on several occasion he had made promises and commitments to her, but she had been afraid of heart ache. His pedigree with women is so tinted that only a crazy woman would take him serious. But she had not found love except with him, the only reasonable thing to do is to let the wave of love paddle them, perhaps their relationship might just work. Will he still want her? Is he married or in a serious relationship? Does she have any hope with him?

‘Lola are you there?’ his voice jerked her back to the present
‘Yes,’
‘When can we meet?’
‘I guess today is out of it’
‘I want to see you today’ he said with gusto
‘Today?’
‘Where are you?’
‘At the office’
‘Where is your office?’ they have not seen in the last five years. She had refused his calls.
‘Quartz bank, UBA house Broad Street’ she reeled out sniveling.
‘I’m over at Maryland, I’ll be with you in twenty minutes, okay?
‘Okay’
‘One more thing, I don’t want to see you cry when I’m with you. ‘Promise?’
‘Promise …Akin?’
‘Hmm?’
‘Thank you so much’
‘Common don’t be like that. Bye love’ he said with affection and cut the phone.

Lola reclined on her seat thinking, and sigh with a great relieve. She had thought he would be hostile, because she knew he had been hurt severely when she refused to reciprocate his love. He had cried one day after begging her, and she had to dip into her reserve of discipline to refuse him. Perhaps she could not just understand why of all the women in his life, he would fall in love with her.

Now he had even called her love, maybe there would be light at the end of the tunnel. She left her desk and crossed to the lounge that led to the ladies, where she would ‘freshen up’ she wanted to look beautiful for him.

Perhaps she should not have made that call, for it would have saved many peoples life.


CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Luigi Mancini stormed out of the Palermo Couture like he was demented. His face was flushed and squeezed in horror as he trudges through the offices, causing his chirping staffs to hush up abruptly. On his right hand he held tightly a brown envelope, and screamed in his native Italian, demanding for the person who brought the UPS labeled parcel he was holding. His personal assistant watched with equal horror as his boss continued to scream at the car park, hitting the door of his new Ferrari with his foot. His action was beginning to attract some attention from on lookers who are also beginning to recognize him as the famous, London based fashion designer. Without looking at the gathering onlookers, he got into his car and screeched off loudly causing more stares.

The parcel Luigi received was sent from Sicily where he grew up and learnt the fashion trade. Initially he had been excited about the parcel: probably one of his childhood friends who want to congratulate him on the success of his spring collection fashion show, or encourage him on the autumn season collection he was working hard on with his staffs. Finally they are giving him the recognition he deserves. He had been an ordinary junior designer with lots of talent but, working for a not very reputable couture house in Milan. He was sacked by the chief designer for being too independent, and for daring to say his opinions on the ‘cheap and unfashionable’ materials they were experimenting with. Going without any steady job for months and with determination to start his own couture even without any money, he had done various odd jobs to put together the sketches that earned him the respect of the business men that finally decided to partner with him. People have seen his talent easily and he had started building a clientele of very rich and powerful women, mostly wives of politicians.

Last fall he had commissioned a department that would be working on his label accessories, and already his perfume and aftershave have debuted in highbrow locations, waiting to be distributed into retail shops. What actually made him blissful is the fact that he is already doing better than the top couture houses he would not have been allowed to enter back then in Milan. Though till now he had not been fully ‘accepted’ into their circle, he is working very hard to make his brand a house hold name across the world, the way it is in the UK and America. His lingerie lines are also fast selling in France, and the scarf sample in the market is generating lot of attention, he was on top. The Americans who invested in his brand are always willing to put the finances down, just as he was willing to kill himself to achieve more success. Everything had been going on well until few minutes back.

The brown envelope in his hand contains pictures of himself and two prostitutes he had hired sniffing cocaine lined neatly on a glass table with a straw, in his spatial bedroom. The event had been the culmination of the excitements after one of his shows, the particular one he could not recollect. He felt like strangling himself, eight years of hard work could go down the holes, because of some few minutes of indulgence. His investors would never touch him again; most of them would be protecting their business and political image. As for his clientele he would simply become a forgotten fad, the Downing Street, Wall street and Washington people are that careful.

Driving without caring for his destinations Luigi thought about the Mafia he left back in Sicily and shivered. What do they want with him now? They had demanded five million dollars from him to buy the negative of the picture they sent to him, with the ultimatum of paying up before his fashion show. He was sure not a single person would attend his show if the naked picture of him and the girls sniffing cocaine leaks out, the press would have a filled day and his label will simply go kaput. He would be back at the beginning and God help him if he would find financiers again. He would be a failure like his father.

His money is all tied up in stocks and other investments, beside he is not worth five million dollars presently, not with the way he had been spending money. He has really counted on the next show to recuperate and even pay some of his debts. Do they think because he bought houses and cars and threw parties now and then makes him very rich, it was all a façade to keep an image with the high society and increase his clientele. Raising five million dollars in five days how ever could be a little tricky, but he could call some of his friend to put the money together for him. The first person that came to his mind was Mrs. Maureen Dickson the former American ambassador’s wife who have always supported him. She had organized the business men who invested in the business and had also invested her money too to start off his label, she had even invited him to open two retail outlets in Nigeria her home country. He would not want to disappoint her, but presently he needed urgent money which he was sure she could provide. With all the huge favours she had given to him, he was yet to pay her back any.

Now he would be not able to pay attention to some of the last minutes colours changes he had demanded for on some of the fabrics they are using for the show and other details like the cuts he would have love to pay attention to, his mind is muddled up. He knew the Mafia never bluff, they could ruin him if they have the slightest perception that he was not willing to pay up. He had been instructed to pay personally into a Swiss account, and collect the negative from the manager at the bank, such balls!

Earlier Mrs. Dickson had called him from Washington to inquire about the preparations for the show, she would be flying first to Nigeria and would arrive in London three days before the actual date. He decided he would wait for her to come back before asking her for the loan, he could as well start talking to his other friends immediately. He drove rapidly towards Hyde Park hoping to able to raise some money from one of his politician friend.

Obviously he would need to cancel the Stamford Bridge, Chelsea-Manchester united premiership match he had wanted to use to unwind.

There would be no rest until he comes to his sudden death. Luigi Mancini would be buried the next six days.

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CHAPTER TWELVE
The creature sat in a baby position contently inside its new abode, enjoying the warmness and the comfort the fresh womb is providing it. Beside it lies a clotting of blood, which would soon develop into a foetus, the idea sent an ire feeling inside it. It hates to share its abode with anything, not even the developing baby of its surrogate. Though things have changed, the foetus will also be useful to the cause, it’s just a matter of time. The generalissimos are on their way, they would take over the world, they would control it, and all the promises would be fulfilled. It would be like old times again, the timing was perfect, the creature was suddenly giddy with excitement.

With its infra red audio visual organ it could monitor the events on the outside. It witnessed the coition between its surrogate and a man, not comprehending the acts except that the several orgasm she was having, gave it some kind of power. It could smell the fear in the man and his uneasiness during the coitus. It had watched him take care of the surrogate with delight, and how he had been anxious over the changes in her which comes naturally with hosting the creature. It was pleased with him.

Now it was gnashing it fangs in anger, mad with the decision that the pregnancy would be terminated. Without the presence of the pregnancy, there would not be a conducive abode for it to stay, in fact it would have to leave. Again the foetus that would form part of the foot soldier regiments would be eliminated. Something has to be done to prevent the abortion of the pregnancy. It would not happen, because it has already been written, the world would fall under their command.

Centuries back, the creature had emerged on the surface of the earth with its master, somewhere near the river Tagus in Lisbon, long before the rounding of the Cape of Good Hope by Bartolomeu Dias in 1488 and the voyages of Vasco da Gama to eastern Africa and India. It had plunged both Lisbon and Setubal into great sorrow before it was moved to Africa during the Portuguese expansion in the 14th century. The creature and it master had been exceedingly patient basing their philosophy on the Portuguese adage: Mais vale tarde que nunca, better late than never

With the introduction of sugar cultivation Brazil by 1516 and its huge success, large plantations around Bahia and Pernambuco (modern Recife) drew in increasing numbers of slaves from Guinea, Ghana, Benin, Angola and Nigeria, stimulating the brutal and massive traffic in the latter regions. The discovery of gold in large quantities in Minas Gerais in the 1690s, pegged the population of African slaves to more than a million. From Africa, the duo were transported to Brazil inside a pregnant woman (slave) cursed by a powerful witch doctor, where they continue to live for generations.

For centuries patience has been observed, and it was time to take what rightfully belong to them. There would be cries, agony, sorrow, sweat and blood, but there would never be death. It would be too much kindness on their part for any one to cry, death to Death! The world would be in distress.

With naked hatred in its glinting eyes, the creature looked at Akin. It was no longer pleased with him. It would have destroyed him if he was not part of the total plan. It knew what lay inside his heart and it pitied him for it was all a waste of time. The creature felt ecstatic when it remember that the ‘helpers’ are on the way, what is written must be fulfilled.

Feeling accomplished, the creature coiled lazily and prepared to rest. The war is about to start and it will need all its energy to fight.




CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Sabrina found a sealed white envelope, neatly folded under her mattress, she instantly knew the person who brought it, and where it originated from. For the first time she was angry with Ikechukwu (origin of the envelope), one of her school mate, a playboy who is disturbing her for a relationship. Everyday for the last two months Ike sends a note through his cousin Christina to deliver to Sabrina, proclaiming his love for her. Though, the content format had soon changed to lascivious messages that really signify his intention.

Ike is envied amongst his fellow students and rumours have it that ‘he is taking the girls to bed two at a time’, probably an exaggeration, but he definitely has a winning streak with the girls. This perhaps was easy because Ike’s father is a former minister of petroleum in Nigeria, and he of course contested for the last presidential election, emerging the fourth runners up. Ike has a personal Taxi-driver outside the school that takes him to hotels or wherever he wants to go, when he sneaks out of school. Several times the school had been forced to send letters to his parent warning them of his possible expulsion from the institution. The last term he bought one of his ‘outside-school’ girl friend a gift worth two hundred thousand Naira, which somehow got to the principal through the grape vine, and flagging off a hot debate about his expulsion.

Obviously, his father had stashed billions of the countries money in foreign accounts and diverted them for personal use, a trend common amongst African politicians. His father also has choice properties in all parts of the world: from a Malibu home in the united state to a fifty bedroom castle like house in Switzerland, plus buildings in incredibly expensive estates in the United Kingdom. Beyond all of these, his father is the chairman of some of the countries blue chip companies’ and multi nationals, with huge interests in the oil refineries business cutting across Africa and Europe. His father is an extraordinarily rich and corrupt politician.


Furiously, Sabrina tore open the letter which usually contains materials she found amusing and sexy but childish, but today she was not up to tolerating him. It read:
‘Do you like math? If so add a bed subtract your clothes divide your legs and we can multiply!
I want triplets, you want twins. Let’s get in bed and see who wins!
If your right leg was thanksgiving and your left leg was Christmas could I meet you between the holidays?
Of all the babes you are my selection please don’t give me a rejection. My teeth are clean for your inspection so give my mouth a tongue injection!’

Reading through the letter Sabrina unexpectedly felt some kind of hot fury burning inside her with an enormous urge to hurt him. Now she could see him in her grey scale vision on the basketball court, laughing with his equally dreadful friends. She could even hear them talking dirty about a girl Ike recently slept with, making her fury climb to a new realm. The urge to hurt him and all of his friends was at its greatest now. Then he started talking about her: what he would like to do to her in bed, and how he would like to disgrace her by seizing her bra and panties when he was through with her, all because of her being uppity with him. They all laughed bringing further suggestions on what to do to her, one of them even suggested a ‘Bleep’.

Loosing her consciousness, Sabrina swiftly collapsed on her bed. The urge to hurt the boys just overwhelmed her. Through her unconsciousness on the bed she saw a flame of fire erupted from the middle of the basket ball court where Ike and his friends squatted in a circle, lighting them up. Instantly pandemonium broke out as the boys scampered across the court running with flames on their bodies and screaming with agony. Ike, crazy with disbelieve and worry stood for a moment not comprehending what was happening, until he felt the cruelly hot impact of the fire on his back. He yelled in pain and ran toward the bathroom looking for water, not knowing when tore his clothes off, diving into the showers at the same time. The fire continued on his body in spite of the shower water spraying him, soon he was forced to run out side naked, and roll his body on the floor.

In quick time the fire alarm shrilling sound echoed round the school, prompting every one to rush outside for safety. Along with his naked friends, Ike continued to scream and roll on the floor but without any visible fire on their bodies. The whole school watched in dismay as the boys display nakedly on the floor like they were all high on drugs. Just them could see the flames now and feel the pain, but there were no burns on their body. After a while everything quieted down allowing Ike and his friends to regain their sanity. They suddenly realized they were standing naked in front of the whole school, Ike closed his eyes and prayed for death. He would never be ‘cool’ in the eyes of his fellow students again.

Few minutes later Sabrina opened her eyes and regained consciousness on her bed, feeling some kind of deep satisfaction. She just punished them, they would never dare talk about her or any other girl like that again. She felt fulfilled and triumphant, especially with the fact that Ike and his friends would be sent out of school by the management. No one would believe fire erupted from the middle of the basketball court, no one would believe they were not high on some drugs. Good riddance to bad rubbish.

At the moment she felt strange but she was not worried. What she was afraid of is Akin leaving her, due to some of his reactions. She has some kind of feelings in her suggesting that without Akin things would be extremely difficult, especially feeding her passion. Where was he? What was he doing? Who is he with? She felt panicky, wanting to see him wherever he was.

Then once again the grey scale picture began to come to her: Akin was driving with Miss Kwame sitting beside him on the passenger seat on a busy road, with cars zipping past them. They were laughing and looking very happy, she immediately felt some kind of hot jealousy rising up in her. She zoomed on Miss Kwame’s face, it was radiant and she was looking at Akin with affection and admiration. Sabrina almost chocked, Miss Kwame? She thought her to be straight, what was she doing with Akin, she thought she might have to punish her. She strained her hears to listen to their conversation, but could not readily pick it. Subsequently, Akin suddenly slowed down to park the car beside the busy road, making Sabrina’s heart almost coming to a halt. The duo sat for some time looking at each other before Kwame started talking, still Sabrina could not hear their conversation, she was getting more worried. Miss Kwame held Akin’s hand looking into his eyes with all seriousness and nodding her head as if confused. Sabrina thought she understood that overwhelming feelings and she instantly had the strong urge to hurt her.

Luckily for Miss Kwame the reception all of a sudden became clear and Sabrina could hear her as if she was inside the car with them. She was not professing her love for Akin but advising him on making necessary changes in his life. Actually she knows a lot about Akin’s womanizing tendencies, she had been his very close friend since he arrived at Saint Catherine. They have a brother-sister kind of relationship, and she was increasingly getting worried about him, especially with Sabrina’s attitude towards her back in school. She told him Sabrina has a huge crush on him and that everyone seems to be noticing it. Sabrina in response snorted on her bed. Miss Kwame’s advice was hinged on Akin spending more time in church, where he could probably meet a girl he would like. She then joked that he could even marry Sabrina Madu once she completes her education, though along time away. Sabrina greeted that with a smile and resolved never to hurt Miss Kwame no matter what happens. The duo hugged inside the car and that was the last visual she saw of them.

‘Wake up lazy bone, you just missed a big strip show’
Sabrina opened her eyes to see Chiamaka’s smiling and mischievous face.

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CHAPTER TEN

Roberta Miguel sat very uncomfortably in a board meeting, surrounded by the top executives and board members of her company, all impeccably dressed in expensive suits and looking ultra-professional. She was the only woman in the meeting and she was the only one bored with the proceedings. She kept glancing at her wristwatch intermittently, very disgusted with the long speech the deputy chairman was making. Her mind was far away from the project discussion that was on. In fact she was not seeing the propose model construction of the new automobile factory her company would be building in Brasília, placed in front of her. She was occupied with finding a gigolo the next eight hours.

She had thought it would be very easy to just drive into that part of Rio, pick up a boy discreetly and hop with him into a hotel to finish the business at hand. She had soon found out it takes some nerve to pick up a gigolo, especially with the high possibility of blackmail or the risk of being recognised is high. Initially she had thought she is known only in the business world as her face only appears in financial newspapers, but she was soon proven wrong, for the first gigolo she had stopped by had her called her ‘the car woman’. She had screeched off in high speed, still afraid of the episode getting into the papers. At last she had to confide in her friend Olivia who promised to do something about it. She even mentioned an existing gigolo agency and that if it all fails, then the younger brother of one her maids who does odd jobs in her villa would come in handy. Roberta had thanked her friend profusely, despite the circumstances. Five hours before the ‘appointed time’, she had not heard from Olivia, it worries her greatly. She must sleep with a Youngman not later than forty eight hours after the sacrifice, to make the voodoo potent.

‘Mrs. Miguel, are you with us? You seem to be very tired from your trip to London’ the deputy chairman of the board Mr. Folan Pedro observed after sometime.

Usually, Roberta’s mind works like lightening, and her contributions as the chairperson are always very intelligent. She is easily the shrewdest board member in the room, but so far her present performance has been disappointing. In response she gave the deputy chairman a wane smile, cursing inwardly. She had actually lied about going for a week vacation in London instead of the spiritual consultation she went for in Nigeria. It would be ridiculous if her colleagues in the Brazilian business community ,or indeed her international business friends find out that she had gone to Nigeria to consult the ‘oracle’, had done sacrifices in nude in the dead of the night, and that now she is looking for an 18 years old boy to sleep with, she smiled bitterly. The president, her very good friend will love it! But they do not understand the afflictions worrying her since she got pregnant as a teenager. They would not know she had killed her husband, her sister, and two of her lovers in a trance. They would not understand the medically incurable madness going on inside her. Who are they to criticize her, what do they know?

She had stabbed two of her lovers to death when they were making frenzied love and it seems to be the only thing that gives her orgasm. She had also strangled her late husband to death, in far way Paris. Miraculously she had not been held responsible for the deaths, she was not even investigated. It beats her imaginations, especially because she did not even try to take any precaution because of her fright after killing them, she indeed has the devil’s luck.

‘Mrs. Miguel, we would like to listen to your opinions on the Chinese and American bids, and probably the location’ Mr. Pedro said again. Robert looked confused, very lost in the discussion. Again she gave a wane smile, with the whole board looking at her in a strange way, she was actually talking to her self. Finally she stood up and hurriedly packed her papers together in a suitcase.
‘I’m sorry… please you must excuse me’ she walked out briskly from the room with out a second glance, going straight into her office to place a call to Olivia.

Olivia had suggested they meet outside the city, close to the Cristo Redentor (Christ the redeemer) monumental statue on the Corcovado Mountain in Rio. This was because of the craziness of the famous Mardi Gras carnival going on, with its multitude of foreigners and colourful costumes. There would be a boy waiting for her at the Bandeira inn, a gigolo instead of the younger brother of Olivia’s maid that had been penciled as the last resort. Roberta had only noticed the boy once when he had driven them to the Copacabana Beach, then Olivia’s chauffeur had called in sick. She breathed in sharply, glad that it would not be the boy, she would never be able to face him or the sister after.

Four hours later, she entered into a dimly lit room at the Bandeira. The gigolo, a cocky handsome man of eighteen sat on the edge of the bed, with a ready smile. He seems to be very much at ease and looks very professional, he even winked at her and flicker his tongue in gesticulation of being sexy or capable of pleasing her. She felt some kind of revulsion, she was old enough to be his mother, yet she was going to sleep with the boy. Olivia had arranged it so that she could come in and leave through the back door, that way nobody will recognize her. Again only her and Olivia knew the young man would die, and his body would be deposited at the Rodrigo de Freitas lagoon by an already contracted goon.

Slowly she removed her clothing without speaking, the boy looking intensely at her firm body and gaining a hard on. When she removed her panties, the boy smiled, flickering his tongue again, instructing her to lie down and open her legs so that he can pleasure her. Instead, after lying on her back, she asked him to enter her directly. The boy for a while protested as he wriggled out of his pants, wanting to perform wonderfully for his client. Most of his jobs had been contracted through referrals. But later shrugging his shoulders when she snapped at him, he entered her roughly, causing her to bite her lips with pains. He grinded slowly first inside her, rowling his hips, then he started slamming against her. from his countenance and the look on his face, she realized he knew her, but there was nothing to worry about.

He cursed vulgarly and slammed in with precision, licking his lips as he goes about his business. He was performing for her. Perhaps, few of her crazy rich friends would also want his service. An idea began to form in his mind- string of blacks for silly rich ladies.

After twenty or more strokes, he began to convulse as if he was suffering from an epilepsy attack. Roberta pushed him off and got dressed quickly as she watched him foaming some thick white substances from his mouth. He slumped down from the bed and stretched for a long time, abruptly he then became stiffen. He was dead.


Few minutes later, Roberta was on her way to the Santos Dumont airport, where her private helicopter will take her to the Fundao Island for a peaceful weekend, and hopefully a new life.




CHAPTER ELEVEN

For the first time in about a year since Akin had been teaching chemistry in Saint Catherine, he was stuttering and looking stupid in front of his class. He was so scared and confused that he could not explain the simple volumetric analysis he was taking the class. Inside the chemistry laboratory he could not face Sabrina who kept looking at him in a strange way. He tried looking at the other part of the lab and felt more uncomfortable when his usually smiling student were frowning, nobody hero worships a babbling idiot. She had practically rode him till 7.30am then she had released him, deciding he could not be late for school. Without being told he knew something had changed in Sabrina.

They concluded that morning she would be taken to see his doctor friend who would help terminate the pregnancy and that was after so much persuasions, and a promise of ‘more time’ spent with him. Immediately he got to school, Akin had gone to the principal to take the rest of the day off because of an emergency-that is after his first period chemistry class. He had then telephoned Emeka Onyema his Doctor friend to set up a meeting. At some point Akin thought he was in delirium, seeing something like a fang in Sabrina’s dentition when she smiled at him. He knew if he bolted his sanity could be questioned and his job would immediately be at risk in Saint Catherine.

In the bathroom that morning, Akin felt like kicking himself. What was it with him about getting all these women pregnant? If all of them had been keeping the babies, then he would have fathered more than a dozen children by now. Presently he has two children from two different women he had denied, they were both stubborn, and had refused going for abortion. They had thought having a baby for him will endear them more to him, they were wrong; he is no body’s husband but a ‘free agent’ like his friends call him. He belongs to nobody and he is for everybody. His predicament is the women would not leave, and he could not keep his hands off the women.

He remembered a joke he read about women, centering on what they think about sex: At age eight they ignore it, at eighteen they experience it, at twenty eight they look for it, at thirty eight they ask for it, at forty eight they beg for it, at fifty eight they pay for it, at sixty eight they pray for it, and at seventy eight they forget it. It had been funny then, but right now he does not find the kind of joke funny, it taste ribald and stupid.

But it had not all been his fault, the girls were all into him, in fact he has been having women problem since nursery class, all the girls wanted to play with him. In high school he was the king of girls, they fan all over him and he was giving it to them, then he started getting into trouble. Sometimes he curses his movie star good looks and the animal attraction in him. With certainty, he knew he lost several good job opportunities because the men feel intimidated by his looks, ridiculous but true. Though he knew he got the saint Catherine appointment because the principal, a woman, likes his face. His university days were worse, the girls were more willing, less inhibited, and were sometimes ready to join the queue with the hope of making him their own someday. The rich ones supply the money, the average ones were also ready to do the domestic chores. Sometimes when he could not contain it all again, he would just take off from school, and hide for some few days. Now he has been turned to some women satisfying machine.

Perhaps it all started when he was seven years. Their 28 year old spinster neigbour had initiated him into sex at that early age, probably because of the same thing women see in him now. Because his mother returns late (she was working and attending evening school), the spinster was suppose to help take care of him from five when she (Vero or Carol, he could not recollect her name again) closes at work till nine when his mother returns. What fazed him most was she was very beautiful and attractive with lots of men coming to her apartment, and begging her with gifts for her favours, what ever did she see in a seven year old. The ‘affair’ had continued till he was eight when his mother was transferred and they had to leave that apartment. The incident is a dark part of his life he is ashamed to discuss with anybody.

Few days back he had gotten himself into yet another mess, this time, it was Mary the local preacher’s daughter that landed on his bed. Despite being twenty four and in her final year at the university, she was still very naïve in bed and indeed she was a virgin. In her eyes he had seen genuine love, different from the sheer fanatics of most girls wanting to have sex with him. She reminded him of the only girl he had loved and could not get, she had said she was not ready to be part of his bandwagon nor ready to get her heart broken by a man she knows can never be hers alone. Mary had been passionate, gentle and conservative, she was a breath of fresh air. He had thought carefully about getting serious with Mary when Sabrina came with her bombshell. Hopefully he would sort out Sabrina’s problem and be focused on Mary, never to look at another woman again. He made a mental note of telephoning all of his girl friend and breaking off with them. He would watch Mary for another month and get engaged with her. It was time he quits all this women problem and focus on building a good family with a good girl. Again he made a mental note of discussing it with his mother and older sister, before he finally makes the move. If Mary had been able to hold him off for close to eight months, then she must be a good girl. His mother would be happy.

‘Are you going out to see the doctor? Sabrina appeared beside his car window from no where, he just started his engine.
‘Yes, and what are you doing outside your class’ once again he was perturbed.
‘Just to give you a good bye kiss’ she laughed, enjoying his discomfort.
‘Are you out of your…’ he checked himself ‘Go to your class!’
‘Stop acting the teacher, okay? When are you coming back?
‘What is that to you?
‘Well… I want to come over to your house’
“Don’t even think about!’ Akin snapped at her
‘I’m warning you… I’ll tell the principal’ her voice took on the strange thickness and drawl that worries him
‘Okay…but you can’t sleep over’ Akin said reconciliatory
‘I want to sleep over’
‘Please… somebody could find out’
‘Nobody would find out’ she was adamant.
‘Okay you can go Miss Kwame is coming to join me, I’m giving her a lift to town’
‘What is she to you?’ Sabrina panned to Kwame walking towards them.
‘Nothing, isn’t she a teacher in this school?’ he was livid with anger.
‘I’m warning you!’ Sabrina said again, giving Miss Kwame a bad look when she got to them and climbed into the car.
‘Bye sir, I’ll tell my dad to see you when he comes’ She said pretentiously.
‘It’s okay. Bye’ Akin replied lamely.

He engaged gear and drove rapidly towards the school gate, knowing he could always talk Emeka into helping him out. From his side mirror he watched the diminishing figure of Sabrina as she stood akimbo watching the car.

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CHAPTER NINE

Mrs. Gloria Madu sat at the back seat of a fast moving Chrysler jeep, with her sister Maureen Dickson, heading towards the John F Kennedy airport. The driver needed to drive in top speed to make sure Mrs. Madu will not miss her Virgin Atlantic flight back to Abuja. She had been NewYork since the last three weeks visiting her sister who is married to an American diplomat. Maureen had met Bob Dickson when he was the American ambassador to Nigeria in the late eighties. Now they have two teenage girls, Matilda and Whitney, who are as troublesome as Sabrina. The challenges of managing their teenage girls and steering them away from trouble had dominated the sister’s discussion the last three weeks.
Actually the last minutes shopping of getting Sabrina the ‘right stuffs’ is what is almost making her miss her flight now. Matilda and Whitney had continued to drag their aunt around all the stores, inundating her with what is in vogue and what is not, and what Sabrina could wear to make friends in Nigeria green with envy. Unfortunately, most of the attires are either too skimpy or tight fitting for Mrs. Madu’s likeness. At last she resigned to buying some, promising her nieces that Sabrina will complete her shopping herself when she comes visiting them the next month.

Like her younger sister Gloria Madu is very worried about her teenage daughter, especially with the series of weird things she is discovering about her. Suddenly her innocent baby girl had metamorphosed into a teenager that might already be having sex. She had criticised her husband several times for spoiling Sabrina, giving her too much money to spend and too much independence. This days Sabrina does whatever is in her whims, and never seems to want to listen to anybody. More worrisome is the fact that she now spends most of her time inside her room, alone.

Twice she had caught her daughter masturbating in the bathroom, but had been too embarrassed to either discuss it with her, or let her know she has found out. Sabrina’s room has virtually everything, from a personal bathroom and toilet to a home theatre television and cable satellite. Her room is actually like a wing in the house.

Surprisingly Sabrina had been very eager to return to school after the two weeks holiday for their second term. Then her mother had suspected her having a boy friend in school, especially because of her late night calls. Immediately Sabrina was driven out of the compound to return to school, she had rushed to search her room, but had found the door locked, with her spare key also missing. Unusual. Burning with curiosity, she had asked one of the gardeners to break the door open, her discoveries were worthwhile, staggering and heart wrenching.

Locked inside Sabrina’s closet were several ‘HOW TO DO IT BOOKS’ and pornographic films, Gloria Madu almost had a heart attack. Going through one of her daughter’s books ‘HOW TO PLEASURE YOUR MAN’, with pictures of a woman taking a man in her mouth, she immediately resolved to pull Sabrina out of Saint Catherine. Unfortunately she would not be able to do it in the immediate, she would first need to consult with her husband as the school is operated by one of his relations. Again she would need to find Sabrina a new school, preferably abroad, before pulling her out. So she had traveled to the united sates to consult her sister, she had also found a suitable and very strict Christian school, to make it very simple to convince her ‘one track mind husband.’ Checking through the last sites her daughter had visited on the internet, in which the latter forgot to shut down her Sony laptop, Mrs. Madu discovered loads of ‘SEX HELP’ pages. She was both frightened and angry the same time.

‘Send my greetings to Henry’ Maureen said, cutting into her sister’s reverie. Gloria had sat thoughtfully from the time she entered the car till now.
‘Henry? Who is Henry?’ she asked after some time.
‘Henry? I’m talking about your husband now’ Maureen frowned.
‘How long have you been in the united state Maureen?’ Gloria asked with a smile.
‘Almost twenty years. Why?’
‘Are you still an African?’
‘Of course, what kind of question is that?’
‘In spite of being married to a white American man’
‘Common sister, I’m still black, I’m no Michael Jackson’ both broke into laughter.
‘Then you wouldn’t call my Husband by name’
‘Now don’t be like that, not with your Harvard education
‘Don’t use my education against me. Our traditions forbids it, my husband is at least ten years older than you’
‘Okay I get it madam tradition… how is your husband’ Maureen said pouting her mouth in a funny way.
‘He’s great’ Gloria replied and they went into a laughing spree.’ You need to visit Nigeria more often, its more than five years since your last visit’
‘My husband is busy in Washington and I have to help out some way. Did you say Aunty Ngozi would celebrate her coronation next week?’
‘Yes, and the age-group party is also on’
‘Wow, it would be an opportunity to see all the old girls.’
‘And Chibuzor…’ Mrs. Madu laughed girlishly. Chibuzor was Maureen’s first love, before she dated other men and finally married Bob.
“ He’s history’ she said nudging her sister playfully.’ Perhaps I should come. I would stay in Mbaise for two days and be back in the US before you say Bob’ Maureen said excitedly.
‘That would be nice, aunty would be so glad to see you…maybe you should also make out another two days to stay with us in Lagos’
‘Well I guess four days without me won’t kill Bob’ the two sisters hugged in excitement, glad they would be seeing each other again in some few days.

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CHAPTER EIGHT

They had very hot and exhaustive sex the night before.They slept off in each other's arms with some sort of permanent smile on their faces.

But not for long.


Emeka almost ripped out his jugular vein, in his scary hyper screaming mode. He suddenly jumped out of the bed as if possessed and ran furiously toward the bathroom, pushing and displacing everything in his wake, including the center table and the standing fan that was out of his way. Facing the bathroom mirror, he saw that his face had broken into tiny sweats, with a look of horror. Fortunately on the mirror, he did not see the worm invaded face that he thought he would see, it had been only a dream.

When he had screamed, Clara had also fallen off the bed, giving off a responding scream that echoed loudly inside the apartment, it had been too sudden for anything to make sense. Initially he had trashing his feet and twisting as if in pain, moaning indecipherably, and seeming to want to break lose from a force holding him down. Clara had touched gently several times at first to quietly wake him up from the nightmare. At appoint he had unconsciously held shivering, jabbering and had pull at the front of her night gown, ripping it open. Then she shook him vigorously wanting to wake up more quickly, but he kept thrashing moaning in a tongue not understood. After a while he resumed normal sleep, she brought him closer to her to comfort him, cushioning his head on her bosom like he was a baby. Then he had screamed and everything had gone back to the crazy and screaming mode.

‘Honey what happened? Clara asked when she joined him at the bathroom, on her face was a wondering and bewildered look. Emeka had never been like that, at least not in their 4 years of relationship. She stepped cautiously towards him.
‘Nothing, its just…a dream’ he answered in a shaky voice. Looking up he saw the part of her night gown that was torn and a large portion of her breast outside. He was puzzled.
‘What happened?’ he fired urgently at Clara, not sure of what he must have done in his sleep. Easily he could see the fear on her face. Like him, she was also perspiring and shaking. For a while Emeka look her over, his roaming eyes making her uncomfortable.
‘What did I do to you’ he fired again, leaving the bathroom mirror and walking towards her. On his fore head stood out a large twitching vein, enunciated by the bathroom spot light. Clara took an undecided step back ward, she felt like bolting but could not at the time. It would only add to the weirdness of everything happening.
‘What did I do’ he pressed again for an answer, very afraid of what he might find out from his fiancée, he clenched his fist in fear.
‘Emeka, don’t get so worked up… it’s just a dream. Come lets talk about’ she motioned him toward the scattered sitting room, looking furtively behind as she walks in front of him. She was still very much startled.
‘Hope I didn’t hurt you’ he asked worriedly. He was ashamed.
‘Now dear stop worrying’ Clara said, sitting safely opposite him on the three sitter. Her hands are now stabled and she was not as scared as she was originally.

Emeka looked at her blankly, the goriness of the dream still haunt him with a hypnotic effect. It seems so unholy and awesomely evil, a cold feeling welled from within him at the mere thought of the dream. With the apt reality of the sequences, he does not even believe he is out of it yet.
‘Common tell me about it’ Clara moved from the three sitters to the arm of the chair he sat. She held comfortingly, looking closely into his eyes to reassure him and to be sure he would not grip at her night gown again, probably chocking her this time.

He dreamt he was tied up tightly with strong heavy chains inside a grave filled with scorpions and snakes. The scorpions, mostly red and very big sting furiously, while the python size snakes bite at once with four huge fangs. On his body were several wounds oozing out a dark milky and smelling liquid. A certain tiny creature, size of a housefly was eating away at his genital, his legs were suspended widely apart on the huge chains. His very loud screams were muffled by other more piercing high pitch ones coming from neigbouring graves, perhaps with more punishment.

Suddenly ahuge light liht beamed from the depth of the grave, blinding him first, then slowly revealing an emerging figure . it was a baby with fangs , tail , and claws with a jiggered edge blade, carried with both hands. The babay had a a murderous glint in its eyes and as it moves closer to Emeka, he saw that it has scales all over its body. On his head were also two sharp growing horns and its mouth drips with blood. Moving closer to him, it gave a mirthless laughter that shook up the whole grave culminating in a sudden chilling silence.. The creature held eyes with Emeka and smile wickedly, then slowly with the blade raised walked majestically towards him.

Suddenly the creature jumped and landed on Emeka’s chest, stabbing him with fury several times all around his body as he twists and scream. The more he screams, the crazier and more excited the creature becomes. It continued to stab him until Emeka was hoarse. Without warning, it plunged the blade into his heart, it then proceeded to carefully cutting its victim’s chest, exposing the sternum first, but looking for his heart, which would be severed and cut into several tiny beats for him and his playmates to enjoy. Just when the blade pierces through the first vein connecting his heart to the rest of his body system, in a busting blood fountain, Emeka woke up and ran to the bathroom.

Later together with Clara, they knelt down and prayed. There was no body to tell them that the dream was a premonition, and that it would be better to take it seriously.

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CHAPTER SEVEN

6.30 am. Sabrina woke up slowly from a fuggy sleep feeling very odd, she knew something had changed in her, but could not put a finger to it. At the end she concluded it must have been her pregnancy, though she was not satisfied. She sees things differently, felt lighter and seemed to have received a boost of energy. What worries her most is her vision, she is not seeing in all the colours, it is some kind of advances grey scale, probably she is hallucinating. Her voice also would change.

‘How are you’ Akin inquired immediately she opened her eyes with a forced smile. He had kept vigil at her bed side, praying nothing bad happens until morning when he could get proper medical help if she does not get better. He was relieved she looks okay, she even managed a wane smile. Akin had on only a towel wound around his middle, already he is preparing for school. From her sleeping position, Sabrina eyed his slim waist and the bush of pubic hair that disappeared down inside his towel, and felt a certain kind of urge for him. She noticed the disturbance in Akin’s face, and knew immediately that he had not slept the last night, that was alright. But she wanted him now.

At the moment, she knows she is not the confused, frightened girl who ran to his house the last night, she is now steeled with confidence, with a feeling of weird authority.
‘I’m fine… come here’ the pitch of her voice is thickened, with a metallic ring tone to it. They were both surprised especially with the authority in her voice. Akin was dumbfounded for an instant.

‘For God sake what made you leave the hostel in the middle of the night, and come out here all sick’ she did not answer him but kept looking at his waist, a wild smile forming at the corners of her mouth. She was ogling at the bulge in front of the towel.
‘Sabrina I’m talking to you!’ he was getting to being very exasperated.
‘I’m pregnant’ she replied sternly her voice more thickened, and that was the moment Akin knew about the pregnancy.
For some time his brain went into a coma
‘Pregnant?’ Are you out of your senses, is that why you came busting in middle of the night’ Spasm of fear gripped him, finding it hard to comprehend even himself.

He continued to lament, looking obviously very baffled. His brain seemed to be in a failed over drive gear. In his many adventures, he had pregnanted a number of girls, even a married woman once, but never an ‘immature’ high school girl. He felt like slapping himself. If the school ever finds out, then he should be prepared to spend the rest of his teaching career in jail.
‘Why didn’t you wait till morning to see me, suppose you are caught sneaking out… suppose…’
‘Calm down’ Sabrina said coldly, jolting him. She looked transformed, and instantaneously a kind of cold fear enveloped Akin. He even considered bolting away, but her eyes would not let him.
‘Just come here and make love to me’
‘Are you crazy or something’ Akin was bewildered. ‘What in hell’s name came over you’
‘Come here and make love to me’ she stood up and the big towel fell from her young ripe body. All the cuts of the night before had disappeared, leaving a perfectly firm and sensuous body.
Akin thought he was hallucinating, he wanted to scream.
‘Come and make love me’ Sabrina said again walking towards him, her nipples hard and aching, and her hips and pubic thrust forward. The surge of emotions firing inside her and the need for him to mate with her is so overwhelming, she felt like the black widow spider.
‘Sabrina…’ Akin stuttered
‘Come and make love to me’
‘Look…is there something wrong with you…I can’t…’
‘I’ll tell my father and the principal that I’m pregnant if you don’t’. She smiled at him mischievously, the thickening of her voice more noticeable.

At the mention of telling anybody, Akin became compliant and extremely scared. He knew he had to do it, but the trouble is he does not even have an erection. He had never felt so frightened all his life, at least never been afraid of making love to a woman.
Appreciating a naked woman’s body on his bed before and after sex as always been one of his gratifications, but now he seems revolted and very afraid to touch the sumptuous body before him. Besides, making love to her at the moment is the last thing he is thinking about. Urgently she pulled at his hand and led him to the bed, before swiftly removing the towel wounded around his muscular waist, oblivious of Akin’s feeling of being led to the slaughter slab. She frowned when she noticed he did not have an erection, mouthing a chiding phrase, she then proceeded to messaging him until he was a little hard. She squatted on top of him with ease, slowly guiding him inside her and started a measured movement.

Akin close his eyes in disbelief as his body was being ravaged, by the obsessed girl on top of him. His mind went blank.

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A scaly black reptilian creature with two sharp horns and a strong whipping tail stood at the three road intersection, extremely angry. Its glinting eyes is red hot and fierce. Its fang hangs out and the sharp shining claws clutch tightly against the earth in its fury. For now there is nothing else it could do, it has just been chased out of its surrogate, and the environment it is in now is extremely uncomfortable. The evil creature loves to stay in a coiled baby position inside a woman, controlling the victims for as long as they live or for as long it is permitted to live inside them.

The last 12 years he had been inside his last surrogate, it had had a marvelous time, killing her foetus, eating up her eggs, killing members of her family, making her evil in a trance, and watching her cry and bloodied all the time. He had a great time, but once again he had been thrown out. In spite of all the medical test conducted (Amniocentesis, Ultrasound scan and diagnostic radiology), nobody could detect it, not even its body heat or breathing rhythm. It has now lived for over 6 thousand years, surviving from generations to generations, causing them pains and anguish. Now it is being faced with another survival challenge.

With a look filled with hatred, the creature glanced at the man in red wrapper with the naked woman, its last victim. It had tried several times to re enter the victim but her new voodoo protection was iron clad. It watched them as they retreated, the man reciting incantations that sent hot burning fire like sensation around its body. The creature wondered who it next victim would be, and was beginning to settle down init uncomfortable environment until morning when the first pregnant woman would come out. Just then its sensitive infrared eyes picked a figure darting across the road, with its adapted sensory it detected the figure to be pregnant. Its body stood taut at attention in anticipation of a change of environment.

In an incredibly fast pace, it hurriedly slithered across the road towards the figure, zigzagging amongst shrubs and trees, its claws ripping the plants to death as hot slimy saliva drool from its huge jaws. Few meters form the new victim, it could feel her body temperature, the breathing rhythm, and the tension inside the body. It speedily conditioned its body temperature and breathing to that of its victims and lounged into the air diffusing and entering into the victims body in tiny bits, through the skin pores. The victim would feel an instantaneous change, but it would only be for a mini second.

Inside its new victim, the creature comfortably settled down. It next move would be to fuse with the developing fertilised egg or foetus, so that for a number of years it can feed and live without being disturbed. Strangely it felt the situation is different this time. It seems different from the over 6 thousand years it had been living, because it was time for the great change. It was time for the entire fetus in the world to be one of their own, so that the fight for darkness to rule the world can commence earnestly before the anti Christ or Dajal. The foetus when given birth to would be their foot soldiers and the ‘helpers’ which the creature knew would be arriving in some few months are already on their way, they would be the generalissimos. In a slide like viewing the creature could see the destructions, the bloods, the deaths, and could hear the cries of pains and anguish as people beg to get the ‘sacred’ number. It would be sweet victory, they would rule the world. Nothing can stop them now.

Few minutes after its entrance, the reptile could feel its victim becoming feeble, it is usually like that after introducing itself into the victim’s body system, especially when they start loosing the ‘protection blood’-the defensive blood inside the victims gathered by years of prayers and serving God. After a few more stride, the protection blood started flowing out, and her movement became slow and painful, the creature was attaching itself to every nerve and cell in her body. Soon they would be one, THE MOTHER, THE FOETUS, THE SPIRIT, still the trilogy.

Sabrina Madu the victim made it to the front door of a bungalow and collapsed. She is an exceedingly changed person.

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CHAPTER THREE

Two figures emerged from the darkness of the dense bush. One of them is dressed only in a cowry decorated blood red wrapper wounded around his fat middle, with series of white chalk designs on his body. The other one, a white woman is naked and glinting with red palm oils robbed vigorously on her body, her pubic is shaved. While the man is chanting incantations and shaking a thin ugly, black object, that was giving out a tambourine like sound, the naked woman carries a steaming black earthen pot on her head, and answered choruses as the man chanted. They were heading for a three road intersection, where the sacrifice she was carrying would be dropped to free her of the rampaging evils disturbing her. Once in a while the man dips the object into the steaming pot, and spread the foaming pungent liquid content around them to wave away the evils. At a point the woman knelt down and the man made tiny incisions on parts of her body- the middle of her head, her chest just before the breast, and hollow between her back and protruding, curvy buttocks. They continued their journey afterwards.

The small town of Badagry is silent, moonless and very dark at that time of the night, except for the humming sound of the huge generator from Saint Catherine not far away and the small illuminations showing from there. There was no movement, the whole town seemed to be dead except for this two, their feet making crackling noises as they match on dead dry leaves. In some few hours it would be day light, they still have enough time, the only phase of the ritual left is depositing the sacrifice. Earlier the woman had taken her bath in a small river, where she left all her expensive clothing and jewelries, never to be worn by her again.

The purpose of the sacrifice is to rid her of an evil affliction casted upon the females in her family by an African witch doctor hundreds of years back before the slave trade. After the sacrifice, a surrogate would be needed to give the evil creature a new abode. Then it would start its destructions all over again, taunting and manipulating the surrogate until it begins to thirst and demand for blood. The two figures arrived the three road intersection, and stood at the center, again the woman knelt down. From inside the steaming black pot, the man removed a half dead white cock and started another round of feverish incantations. His body shook violently and he perspired, his eyes dilating and the whiteness of his eyes crimsoning. At the crescendo, he swiftly wretch the neck of the cock and allow the gushing blood to spill on the woman’s naked body. Later he dipped the dead cock inside the ominously smelling pot and waved the liquid content around the woman. Finally he dropped it into the pot also motioning the woman to put the pot down and stand up. The ceremony completed, the rich Brazilian woman can travel back to Rio de Janeiro to continue with her life. No more afflictions, she had only come over to Nigeria , to remove the curse. Her Yoruba witch doctor came highly recommended, and she had paid a lot both in fees and in buying the materials needed for the sacrifice. The last part of the sacrifice would be to sleep with a young man of 18 immediately she gets to Rio , that she knew she can arrange discreetly, not with the flourishing male prostitution business in existence. But she must never set her eyes on the new surrogate.

Without looking behind them they continued their journey on the opposite side of the footpath as well as continuing the chanting, a solemn one this time. From his side vision, the witch doctor saw another figure crossed one of the intersecting roads to the other side running. He shook his head happily, knowing instantly that the sacrifice has been accepted by the gods. His client, Roberta Miguel’s problem is solved. The duo continued their journey.


CHAPTER FOUR

As she crossed the road to the other side linking to the road that would take her to the long footpath that connectsto Akins apartment, Sabrina saw the two strange figures and froze. Blood rushed into her head, and her heart thumped so loudly she felt a sledge hammer was hitting her. Her kneels felt like rubber, threatening to buckle under her, all over she started shaking, with a swift dizziness taking her over.

In a daze she watched the two figures as they progressed they through their strange rituals. She wanted to scream when the man wretch the cocks neck but caught herself just in time. Suddenly she noticed warm dripping urine flowing down her legs, she clutched at the cross pendant she always wore on her chain. At once she terrified and felt like fainting, it was then she saw the stupidity of sneaking out of school at that time of the night. She had always been impulsive, but his time she knew she had gone too far.

She crouched down beside the nearby trees and shrubs, hoping the figures will not spot her. She had heard of instances where people were beheaded and their genitals used for rituals, she shivered violently at the thought. Several times she questioned her sanity, failing to comprehend why she ever sneaked out of the dormitory. She vowed this one would be her last. Silently she prayed, her eyes trained on the blurry figures without blinking, even as tears welled in her eyes. With adrenalin pumping furiously into her, she was ready, if ever she would need to run for her life.

Not long, the two figures were ready to go, moving in the opposite direction and backing her. Without thinking she bolted across the road, running faster than she had ever done al her life, stumbling, falling, and picking herself up instantly. The thorns tore at her skin, and her kneels bleed from falling down several times but she made it to Akins font door where she pressed the bell and collapsed.

Just then her stomach started convulsing, she spurted goblet of blood from her mouth, with some thick dark blood spuriously flowing out of her vagina down her thighs. She whimpered and wrangled in pain, her body very taut, as also breathe heavily. A black coldness enveloped her and she knew she was going to pass out. With the last residing effort in her she kicked hard at the front door with her left foot. The sound from the impact echoed loudly in the silent night.

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Inside, Akin heard the sudden loud noise and jumped up instantly from the bed. Quietly he tiptoed to where he kept a big cutlass for such occasion, picked it up, then move cautiously toward the door. Once or twice had had cause to use his cutlass to chase away a one man-gang armed robber, not carrying a gun. Close to his front door he pressed his ears against the key hole and listened intently. There was no other sound except a close whimpering sound coming at irregular intervals. He pepped from the key hole and saw the outline of a figure wrangling helplessly on the floor, he was jolted, the half sleep quickly disappearing from his eyes.
Crazy with fear and covering his mouth to keep him from screaming Akin ran to get his torchlight. He started perspiring and shaking, the town is notorious for their diabolical activities, he was afraid somebody is trying to punish for an offence he must have committed. Back to the sitting room, he beamed the touch light from the window at the figure, moving it around, trying to focus on the face without success as his shaking hands was jumpy. Suddenly the touch mistakenly caught the face. Sabrina! He screamed, his voice echoing several meters away. In panic he rushed to the door, hitting his body against the settees and the center table, crashing them as he moved. A kind of panic seizure took over him, not knowing how, he found himself crouching down beside Sabrina’s all bloodied body.

Quickly he carried her up straight to the bathroom, her head and neck dangling as if she was lifeless. Tiny blood drippings followed him as he carried her inside, forming vertical dotted lines and puddles at intersections. Putting her down gently inside the bath, he opened the tap and allowed the water to soak her before removing her clothing. Done he washed her body and wrapped her up in a big towel, he then proceeded to washing her blood soaked clothes which he kept close to the window to dry quickly.

At a point Akin stood confused, several thoughts running crazily inside his head, his body jerking, after a while he was able to calm himself. Her temperature was so high that he thought she would probably not make till morning. Not long her eye lids were fluttering to open, quickly he stood over whispering words into ears. Her brows is sweaty and creased in pain, finally she opened her eyes and moaned in pain. In excitement, Akin ran to the bathroom and in his excitement remove the whole first aid box from the wall. He brought out a Paracetamol sachet, the only drug inside, beside the iodine, cotton wool, and bandages which he also brought out for her cuts. He decided not to question her until she feels better.

Gently he put her in a semi sitting position and slipped the tablets into her mouth, along with a cup of water pressed to her mouth. She swallowed the drug and in a little while she went back to sleep. Akin sighed in relief, praying she gets well before morning, to be able to return to school before she was missed. The time was 3.30 am.

CHAPTER TWO

Sabrina never knew she was pregnant until her friend Chiamaka told her. She was having the usual morning sickness, and vomiting, all her friends at the hostel thought she had only caught malaria. Actually she is known for her not so strong features; especially during her first year when she had to be taken to the school clinic several times, hence everyone thought she was having a spell of her usual sickness. The only suspecting teacher is Mrs. Jubril, who was always watching the girls, but the middle aged woman knew she could be fired by merely insinuating something like that, especially if she were wrong. She was being careful, the rich people who patronize Saint Catherine, are very powerful, especially Sabrina’s father, none of them would want their name smeared with such incident. Suggesting it could even lead to her not find a job forever, at least not anywhere around Lagos or Abuja . So she kept her mouth shot and continued watching Sabrina.

Chiamaka had whispered it into her ears while they were eating dinner in the dinning hall one day, Sabrina had almost chocked on her food. Later on she had gone out to the rest room to vomit everything she had eaten; she was looking very pale and fragile.

‘I never thought you are so naïve’ Chiamaka said immediately they got to their hideout, following their sneak out after light out, to discuss privately. ‘I thought he knew what to do not to get me pregnant’ Sabrina replied lamely ‘I counted on him’ ‘Who is pregnant now, you or him?’ Chiamaka hissed, pouting at her friend. She fancied her herself being more street wise than any of the girls in school and she was always quick to call them naïve. As Sabrina’s best friend and confidante, she had been part of the plan from beginning, advising her on what best to wear, to see the handsome new chemistry teacher, and what time to sneak to his apartment. She was the one who arrived at the perfect time plan for Sabrina to always spend the night with him and return to school before daylight without anybody knowing. She was the one who taught her what to do in bed to excite him and to keep him wanting her.

When Akin joined Saint Catherine (he was very unlike the other stereotype teachers) almost all the senior girls had crush on him, and the boys worship him. His gait, his diction, his laughter and his general attitude was ‘cool’, they just found a role model. He was a breath of fresh air to the students, who hated the stuffy and boring ‘professional’ teachers they encounter everyday. Immediately Sabrina had decided she wanted the maverick teacher for herself, like every other thing her rich father could purchase for her. In spite of his treating her like a kid initially, she had persisted until one evening when he had carried her into his bedroom, making love to her violently and passionately. He was drunk, but she had been hooked. She bought him present, drop large amount of money in places around his apartment, and call him every seconds of the day. She had all the money to spend from an account her father opened for her whims. She was like a junkie, and for the first time Akin could not match a woman’s libido.

‘Chiamaka, talk to me, I don’t know what to do’ she begged her friend who was busy pouting her mouth like the spoilt brat she is. ‘You have to tell him first…lets see what he’s going to do’ ‘I thought he knew what he was doing’ Sabrina complained again. ‘The same way he thought you knew what you were doing’ Chiamaka retorted.’ Why didn’t you use condoms or other protections?’ ‘I thought it would feel better and I refuse it, beside I thought Miss Kwame was eyeing him’ Miss Kwame is their Ghanaian geography teacher. ‘Now don’t be silly, do you think she has time for anything except church’ Chiamaka chided, resuming her pouting pose. ‘You have to see him after chemistry class tomorrow’ Later, they sneaked back to the dormitory and into their bed in the semi darkness.

The whole night Sabrina couldn’t sleep, she kept tossing on the bed. For the first time she seemed to be able to comprehend the consequences of her wild actions. All the while she was basking in the euphoria of having sex with her dream man- a man the whole girls wanted and could not get. She was special. She thought what she had with David, her 18 year old boyfriend was like a child play compared to the unending series of crazy orgasm she had with Akin. Nonetheless David had provided her with the basic experience.

On her bed she cried softly, sniveling quietly to make the other students not hear her. She was greatly troubled, thus she decided she could not wait till morning to see him. Abruptly she jumped up from the bed, and went into the bathroom (the only place without a burglary), where she could climb out of the window- her usual route. Only Chiamaka knew her intentions and before she could get to the bathroom herself, Sabrina had climbed out into the thick darkness of the night. But Sabrina should not have gone out; she would have saved so many lives.

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PROLOGUE
It was a dream. It was an exceptionally bad dream. A chilling nightmare that froze her blood and made her skin broke into tiny ringlets of sweats that cascades down her young body, and making her defecate on the bed uncontrollably. The hairs on her skin stand on the millions of goose pimples covering all part of her body as she shivers from a severe cold she experience internally.

She had woken up suddenly. The booming and frightening sound of the thunder and the sickening blinding lightening had jerked her out of sleep. Exceedingly terrified, she had screamed, but it was all swallowed up in the deafening thunder of the night, rendering her widely opened mouth useless.

It was not raining. It was only windy and drizzling, but everything looks like a typhoon was on. Worse still, the whole of the girls’ hostel was in darkness because of the sudden power outage caused by the raging wind. Most of the girls were terribly frightened, they had resulted to covering the whole of their body up to the head with large blankets, just to have some sense of security-the hostel suddenly have a compelling creepy atmosphere. It was false security the girls have, because many of the girls in Saint Catherine school were about to die.

The saint Catherine school is a highbrow mixed, boarding high school for the children of rich and influential Africans. Located in a secluded area of Lagos in Nigeria , with world class facilities, it rivals the best finishing schools in Europe and America , both in standard and fees. The school had built a huge reputation over the years, but it was all about to be crumbled to dust. There would be no Saint Catherine School ever again.

Sabrina Madu dreamt she was a deep black, vicious giant bat with fiery red eyes, but with human head and two horns, flying at a great height and breathing down hot burning balls of fire, which consumed cities after cities. She had looked down with glinting wicked eyes and laughed a strange echoing guttural laughter, ecstatic at seeing burnt human bodies, with collapsed skyscrapers and bridges, and other destructions from her aerial view. The ominously dark cloud was heavy with spiraling smokes emerging from below and she could smell the fetid and pungent smells of burnt human flesh that was quickly decaying and decomposing.

Most of the world monuments are in ruins- the capitol building, the Kremlin, the world trade center, the Eiffel tower, the London Bridge, the Big Ben, the pyramids, the statue of liberty, the Taj-maha, the Nigerian national art theatre and many other monuments are gone. It was an immodest show of superiority. She was done with Africa, North America, Asia and Europe, her next port of call is South America , which she has a preference for. Again, she laughed an ugly guttural laughter, a resounding evil sound that shook the world.

In Lagos , Cairo , Prague , London , Paris , Washington , New Delhi , Moscow , Tokyo , Beijing , and the other cities she had destroyed, they were all so frightened she could smell them. She had taunted them while they were scampering, jabbering and begging, looking for an escape route that was non- existent. They are doomed. She knew none of them would escape her wrath, and finally they had all died, twisting and busting with flame. The only set of people she had not killed at once were the so called leaders, she loves playing with the presidents, the prime ministers and the heads of states like they were her toys. She really wanted to see what makes them thick, but they had all disappointed her, like the rest they had jabbered, and begged and had died, so cheaply. They are not fit to be leaders. It emboldened her and she became more excited and arrogant- the world was hers to destroy. The entire chemical and nuclear weapons, plus the shields are very useless.

She flew into Sao Paulo , cutting into the violently moving wind with her scraggy, ugly wing. She saw the people desperately rushing into their vehicles away from the white sandy beach; the azure cloud had suddenly turned black. She became livid: they had the nerve to be on the beach playing soccer or volley ball with skimpy trunks and bikinis while the rest of the world was in turmoil. Were they not watching the world major news network? What ever happened to CNN, BBC, SKY or AL JAZEERAH, are they shot down? How stupid can humans be? It was show time again.

She breathed in deeply, then blew out the hot, killer balls of fire. Immediately, the fire river raced violently through the city like a broken dam, consuming everything on sight. Like in all the cities, a swoop of smoke came up after the dry crisping sound of burning fire subsides. Few minutes later, the city became devastatingly deserted. She was not tired, she wanted to finish off with all the continents before she starts laying her eggs and hatching them. She would not want any silly human tampering with her chicks. She was getting ready for Australia when the thunder woke her up. There would still be show time.



CHAPTER ONE
Akinwale George sat in a bar with his childhood friend Emeka Onyema, both musing. Surprisingly the bottles of Guinness stout on their table stood untouched, a sudden unending silence had descended on the two friends. Except for the duo and an equally quiet couple sitting some few meters away, the bar was empty. It was not a time to be in the bar, it was a working hour of a working day. Majority of the population in Lagos at that hour are trying to make money rather than spend it. It is also very unusual for the two friends to be sitting at a bar at that hour, but Akin had suddenly phoned his friend, requesting to see him immediately.

Usually they meet most weekends to have some couple of drinks, review the week, talk about women, and some times visit the clubs to kill time. Akin is a science teacher at Saint Catherine School and because the school is located in Badagry, an historic town and interior part of Lagos, he comes into the city during the weekends to visit Emeka, who is a medical doctor in a small private hospital in Maryland. The Badagry slave port gave the town its history as it was notorious for its thriving business activities during the slave trade period, witnessing the shipping of millions of West Africans to the Europe, Arabia, and the Americas . It remains a major tourist attraction to the world.

Emeka sat sloppily on the white plastic chair with a deep frown on his face, his silence suggesting he was greatly annoyed. He shook his head sadly at Akin several times, giving him a look that says he is the most irresponsible human being on the face of the earth. Akin looked on, crackling his knuckles at intervals for want of something to do. He avoided looking at Emeka straight in the face.

‘What do you expect of me now? Bring out the scalpel and scrape her inside clean?’ he said disdainfully after a silence that seemed like eternity.
‘Common Emeka…just this one and I won’t ever bother you again.’ Akin said hesitantly in a pleading tone. He was mopping his sweating brows.
‘The same thing you said the last time, I have stopped doing abortions…Akin I can’t. I told you Helen’s would be the last one’
‘Yes…but Emeka this one is different. It’s one of my students, if anyone gets to hear about it, I’m finished. What do you think the school management will do to me?’

Emeka had almost fallen of his seat when Akin revealed he had impregnated one of his students. It was his first year at Saint Catherine after a long time of searching for a well paying job.

‘Why didn’t you think about what the management will do to you before getting your student pregnant’ Emeka was persistent.
‘I swear she caused it’ Akin’s voice quiver with fear.
‘Oh! She impregnated herself or raped you?’ Emeka was indignant.
‘Nah… listen, she was coming on to me…coming to my apartment everyday when no one was around. She’s spoilt… the little tramp’
‘Whatever! She’s just 16 for God sake… a kid. You should blame yourself for getting her pregnant. You lack control Akin!
‘Agreed. It’s her parents I’m afraid of. Her father is a senator; he could put me in prison for the rest of my life. He has all the strings to pull’

This time Emeka laughed, Akin seemed to have lost all sense of control, he was shaking very visibly and his speech delivered with a twitch on his mouth. He had never seen Akin so scared. Where is Akin the macho, the lady killer, the dare devil, all gone up in smoke of fear, replaced with the confused idiots in his front.

‘You know the father is a senator before you did her in?’
‘You don’t get it Emeka…’
‘Obviously’
‘See, she was coming everyday… she’s a tramp…until we got careless’
‘Hmm...Akin, everyday? How crazy can you be?
‘At a time she refused using…’ Akin stuttered
‘Please spare me the dirty details… how far gone is she? Emeka made a face
‘What?’ Akin was dumbfounded
‘How old is the pregnancy? Emeka mused
‘Don’t really know’
‘How long have you been doing it?’
‘I’ll put it to about 5 months’
‘Everyday for 5 months’ Emeka laughed, punching him
‘It’s not funny you know’
‘Obviously’
‘So what are we going to do about this Sabrina girl?
‘We? Don’t be stupid. Let’s just pray it’s not more than 3 to 4 months.’
‘That means you are going to do it? Akin looked at him expectantly.
‘It means nothing you fool’ Emeka replied angrily.’ I hate paying you back with all what you have done for me with these abortions.
‘Emeka, no more abortions I promise’ excitedly he took Emeka’s hand and pumped it hard.
‘Don’t promise, because there would certainly be no next time’ Emeka said resignedly.
‘When can I bring her over?’
‘Not so fast’ Emeka sat thinking for a while. ‘It would have to be in the night…I’ll be on night duty starting from next Monday’
‘So we should look at Monday night, it’s also suit me’
‘Say from 8 pm, come straight to the hospital, no food.’
‘Of course, I know all about that’ Akin blurted in his eagerness. Emeka gave him a cold look.
‘Look at you, you’ll be 32 this year, get serious with somebody and stop knocking all types of girls up’
‘This is my first in 2 years, could you stop rebuking me?’
‘Congratulations! And you had close to 8 during your university days…and I have to do them all. I was the hottest abortionist thanks to you.’
‘No, you were the hottest medical student abortionist…you were brilliant!’ Akin laughed for the first time, but Emeka didn’t find his contribution funny.
‘One more thing, don’t expect me to harbour you and your student lover after the abortion. Clara would be spending 2 weeks of her annual leave with me, I don’t want her to know anything.’ Clara is Emeka’s fiancée.
‘I believe Clara is fine?
‘Of course, why ask about her when both of you don’t get along.’
‘Well… she hates me, and I don’t know why’ Akin complained bitterly
‘No she would love to kill you. Don’t forget you are bad influence on me.’
‘Like you never chased the girls too?’
‘Every sane and complete man would chase the girls, but there is a time to quit’
‘Yes…yes…I’m the wayward one’
‘No doubt, not with your latest achievement’
‘Say hello to Clara for me’ he changed the subject.
‘Don’t waste your time’

Akin opened the bottles and pour the beer into the glass cups. He would not blame Clara, who needs her fiancé to be around a womanizing, drinking, incorrigible friend? She had begged him to stop taking Emeka to the clubs, and he had always replied her with he never did put a gun to his head. Somehow the two of them had always managed to sit in the same room without arguing. While Clara is prim and proper, with a sharp sense of rights and wrongs Akin is simply carefree, unrepentant and wayward. With Clara, Emeka had stirred clear of all the vices they engaged in, but Akin seemed to be the one prompting him back to all the bottles, the cigarettes and the women.

‘Emeka… thank you so much for helping out, I wouldn’t want to give her some tablets and concoctions that might have side effects, I want it nice and clean or her parent would have my head.’
‘Shut up and stop reminding me! Just remember there is no next time’
‘I’m certain there won’t be a next time’ Akin raised his foaming glass cup” To our friendship’ Reluctantly Emeka raised his own and they clicked glasses.
‘Why don’t you drink up and return to work’ Emeka said eyeing him with distaste.
‘I asked for a day off’ Akin smiled.
‘I didn’t. I have to go now, I have to do the afternoon shift’ Emeka stood up without finishing his drink. He was not pleased with Akins’s increasing dependence on him to do his dirty jobs. Maybe its time to call off their friendship, he decided he would do it, but over time.

He got into his new Honda accord car and drove off, after waving off Akin absent mindedly. He should not have agreed to do the abortion.

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