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Chapter 3

As Tony led her into the bungalow, she kept repeating the same thing, “Do you want to build a snowman?” It was like a song she was singing, but it appeared she couldn’t remember the other lines of the song, so she repeated the first line over and over. He was glad he didn’t have to carry her. “What’s this place?” She said in an American accent as she entered Tony’s apartment, and staggered along behind him. He sat her down on his room bed and she immediately fell sideways on the bed. He removed her shoes, and put her legs on the bed. With her eyes closed, she grabbed the pillow and made herself comfortable in bed. He laughed a little before reaching out to remove the small bag she had hung to her shoulder. She mumbled some words Tony couldn’t make out as he lifted up her upper body to remove the bag. He put the bag on the floor, and as he moved her weave-on to the back of her head, she opened her eyes for a few seconds before falling asleep again. “She’s a real beauty, right?” Ayo said from behind him.

He gasped before speaking. “So, what are we going to do now?”
“Don’t worry. She will be alright in the morning.” He said as he reached into the pockets of his jeans. “You can give her this for cab fare.” From the look of the wad of five hundred Naira notes, Tony could tell the total money was about ten thousand.
He collected the money before saying “You are not sticking around?”
“Dude, my wife has been calling my phone non-stop. I got to bounce.”
“But…”
“Please, just do this for me.” He said as he reached into his back pocket to hand Tony a bunch of rumpled up one thousand Naira notes. “Dude, I got to go like right now. I’ll call in the morning.” He said as he headed out of the room.
After watching Ayo’s Kia Cerato zoom off, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the money his friend had given him. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5; he counted the one thousand Naira notes in his hand as a smile appeared on his face. He breathed a sigh of relief before walking back into the house. I sure can afford to give my new guest some comfort, Tony thought to himself as he headed to the backyard where his generator set was.

………………..

He felt someone in front of him, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the girl standing there naked, looking disoriented. He couldn’t remember the last time he saw a nude woman, and he was transfixed by her beautifully shaped breast and flat tummy. He rushed to catch her as her body collapsed to the floor.

Chapter 2
The fire from the camp gas cylinder went from blue, to a mix of blue and yellow flames, to flickering blue and yellow flames appearing here and there, and then the fire finally died out. Tony sat on the small stool, with his eyes on the pot, but his mind was a million miles away. After it finally dawned on him that his last hope of a meal was gone, he got up from where he was seated and opened the pot. He felt deflated when he noticed the water wasn’t even hot enough to cook the noodles. In a frustrating state, he flung the pot cover he had in his hand towards the kitchen entrance, kicked the kitchen cabinet, and punched the wall.


A few seconds later when the pain set in, he sat on the floor and bowed his head. He stayed in that position for several minutes, wishing he would cry. He had always believed If he could bring himself to cry, things would start to get better after that because it would mean he had reached rock bottom. But, all the while, from all his gravely depressed states, he could never bring himself to shed tears.


After a couple of minutes of hopelessness, he picked his lanky 6 ft 1 self up and walked over to the pot. Time in water had loosened up the noodles a little bit. He picked up the pot from its shaky handle and moved over to the sink. As he emptied the water in the pot, he felt a little better. At least I was sure of one last meal before he went into oblivion, he thought to himself.


In the past, he had had many session of going days without food and he was somehow hoping this wasn’t going to be yet another of those times. He tasted the noodles sauce before emptying in into the pot; an act he had been practicing for more than ten years now. Even when he heard it could cause cancer, he still couldn’t bring himself to stop the habit.


After devouring his half-cooked meal directly from the pot, he sat on the floor and stared through space as the thoughts of suicide slowly crept into his mind. He had thought of it many times but couldn’t figure out the best way to exit this world. He thought poisoning himself would be a good idea, but then he would leave a lot of work for the people that would get his body down to the mortuary, and he wouldn’t like that. He occasionally thought of jumping off the Third Mainland Bridge. That would be a very easy way to die, because he never learnt how to swim. And after drowning, the Lagos State Government would probably pull out his body from the lagoon and deposit it in the morgue. But then, the news of his death would be all over the local news and social media sites, and he sure didn’t want to leave his family with the kind of lasting stigma that would bring, so he crossed out that option from his mind. He was left with the option of traveling to a foreign land to kill himself, but that would also be bad for his family. Because they would be searching for him for many years, not knowing he was dead.
He sighed and let his hands drop to the floor so that they made a slapping sound as his palms hit the tiled floor. Tony was tired of life but couldn’t exit this world without leaving a lot of people in misery. The reality of that made him feel more hopeless.


As the last generator set in his compound went dead, and everywhere became quiet, he heard the sound of his phone. That part of him that still wanted to live sprang up and he rushed out of the kitchen. The phone had stopped ringing by the time he made it to his room. On the screen was a notification showing he had 9 missed calls and one text message. As he navigated through his phone, he saw it was Ayo that had been calling. His emotions went from excitement to panic. The last time they had spoken, Ayo had been very angry that he hadn’t paid back the hundred thousand Tony had borrowed from him earlier on in the year. “Tony, I know we are friends, but you need to get me that money whichever way you can.” he remembered Ayo saying.

He looked up at his wall clock and the time was 12:47 am. He didn’t understand why his friend would be calling him this late at night. Just as he was about to check the message notification that was blinking on his phone, Ayo’s phone call came on again. He picked up and said “Hello! What’s up?”
“Are you home?” The voice on the other end said.
“Yes I am. What’s up?”
“Thank God.”

Me, You, and Them: Book 1

A Romantic Suspense Story



The tick tock sound from her watch sounded loud as she sat in the quiet room, starring at a muted TV. She wiped off the tears from her face with the back of her hand, and continued changing channels on the TV. Something caught her attention on screen and she quickly turned off the mute button on the TV. She lost interest after 5 minutes and switched off the Television set.
“I’m rich. I’m supposed to be happy.” She said out loud before breaking into a sobbing session. Judith cried uncontrollable, and her whole body vibrated from where she sat on the king sized bed. This was meant to be a vacation to help her feel better, but it seemed being alone in the retreat had made her feel worse.


She flipped her braids to the back and got off the bed. Looking at her reflection in the mirror attached to the wardrobe made her feel a little better. Her flat tummy made her breasts appear bigger than they actually were under the tight fitting white t shirt she had on. And her jeans brought out the curves of her lower body. She spun her 5ft7 slim frame around, and a smile appeared on her face as she did so. Judith was referred to as The Last of the Mohicans by a lot of Bloggers and TV presenters because she was one of the few female celebrities left in the country that hadn’t bleached her skin. The brown skin beauty was the envy of all, and her fan-base kept rising with each passing year. Although it appeared from the outside looking in that she had it all, she had spent many nights crying alone in her mansion.


After an obsessive amount of time spent admiring herself in the mirror, Judith grabbed her car keys from the bedside stool and walked out the room.