₦airaland Forum

IamLucy:
Just read this instalment, and it's almost error-free, both grammatically and syntatically; and that's impressive

Why, thank you!
By the way, I just love your signature..

Are you by any chance a writer too?

noblealuu:
All these whites sef...can't utilize the internet facilities at their disposal to know a thing or two about other countries.....

Little wonder some of them think Africa is a continent

Wait till they ask you if you 'speak Nigerian' ?

CC:
Mynd44, anochuko01, sureteeboy, rosy4u, Darla, Amefricaa, Seun, queenitee, Vivipop, folakemigeh, IamLucy, Henitan24, dominique, DanseMacabre, decatalyst, eyeon, Modelqwen, lanicky, Talk2Bella, Laveda, AutoReportNG, MissTechy, InsideOut247, OfficiallyMad, badmouth123, EvaJael, Jacibaby422, rosalieene, Dreamofsaintify, BiafranBushBoy, sashx, Prettyhurts, queenitee, GlorifiedTunde, YungTemy, laideo, niyi,Obinnau, VanTee20, pauljustina, greeeneyes, Heromaniaa, rachealfst, amynah94, ruqoyyah27, jordinsparkles, gennysq, Ikdbabie, talk2saintify, Avatarmode, Lastpharoah33, smooth278, mhatex, WHOcarex, collinometricx, peropoliet, NisforNicky, talk2saintify, muhammed50, Afz9095, AminatOpe247, Jbfranklin, skillful01, FreshestManny, Auric, centitan, ftosino, Jhaytee4all, SurestG, EvaJael, Oluwakemi65, HORLADSTAR, Arondizugo, EncephalonPikin, armadeo, Itzmoneyman1, Divepen1

* * *

When I came down the stairs, Tessy had a plate containing some rice & gravy before her which she was eating from. I didn’t need a seer to tell me that it was Martha who’d dished the food.

Speaking of Tessy and Martha..

Tessy and I had stood in the rain for about seven minutes before she let up enough for me to reach out my left hand and hail a cab. She had been crying all the time.
The taxi driver was a fifty-something avuncular fellow and he didn’t say anything as I tried to get Tessy to get into the car. Our eyes met once as I assisted Tessy into the car, and he nodded in understanding. Cool guy, I thought.
The crying didn’t stop in the cab, although it let up some. I was still trying to figure out what would make Tessy behave the way she was, when the cab stopped in front of my home.

YES, MY HOME!
Why?
For starters, I didn’t know where she lived. And I’d be a big jerk if I left her on her own in this state. She could hurt herself. Or get hurt by someone. Or worse.

Marvel opened the door to the sight of Theresa clinging to my frame. I could fit a handful of pop corn through the gap between his lips as he let us in. Me straining under the added weight. Tessy limping painfully.

“Marvel, who’s at the d—“, Martha said coming out of the kitchen, stopping in mid-sentence when she saw our august visitor. Damn! How am I going to explain everything to them?

But what happened next made me respect my siblings forever..

“Oh, come here darling”, Martha said as she moved to take Tessy from me. I was expecting to get into another episode of coercing Tessy to go with her, but was surprised when Theresa eagerly went into Martha’s arms.

OK, officially, girls are weird.

“C’mon”, Martha said softly as she led Tessy to the stairs, “let’s get you out of those wet clothes.”
At the foot of the stairs, Martha turned to face me, bearing a look that said “You have some explaining to do.”
Like hell, I did.

When they left, Marvel turned to me, obviously puzzled.
“What did you do to her?”
Huh?
“Huh?”
“What did you do to her?”, he repeated. It sounded like an accusation.
“Nothing.”
Marvel frowned.
“Nothing?”
“It wasn’t me.”
Even as I said this, I had a flashback of the scene at Pierre’s. I really hoped it wasn’t me.
“Alright, bro.”
Marv walked up to me and gave me a “bro hug.” God knows I needed it.
“I believe you. Take it easy,” he said.

What did I tell you? I had the best siblings in the world.

Leaving small puddles of water in my wake, I ran up the stairs to change.

Now, I was back downstairs, standing at the foot of the stairs. I was peering past Marv who was watching a TV program, at Tessy while she ate quietly. Even with all that was going on, she still managed to eat like a lady. Some stuff, my mind said to me.
OK quit it, I told it in riposte.

Tessy must either have superhuman hearing to have heard me walk down the stairs over Marv’s TV show, or some psychic ability that notifies her anytime she’s being stared at; because she stopped eating suddenly and turned to face me. She turned back to her food immediately, acting like I’d done something wrong by just being there.
Argh, here we go again!
I walked up to the dining table and took the seat directly facing her.
She bowed her head, continued chewing for a moment or two, then sighed heavily.
“Martin..”
“Tessy..”

PLEASE SCROLL DOWN

Hey there!

I am a Freelance Writer with enviable experience. I also do some blogging and leisure writing when I have the time to spare.

Apropos this Writing ad, I am particularly skilled in writing sales ads and media pitches for upcoming or established businesses.

Writing jobs are frequently outsourced to me, so I am familiar with the process of getting a job done on time & giving error-free pieces, while building trust with my client.

Interested in hiring?
Please, feel free to send me an email.

If you have any question, do not hesitate to include them in the mail.

Oh, and before I forget. I am also comfortable working as a ghost writer.

We can discuss rates via email. I expect to hear from you soon.

Always,

Lemuel.
Lemuel Irabor



Cc Divepen1

Hey, I'm here if you need me.

Contd

"Tessy, calm yourself." I puffed, catching my breath.

We struggled a bit and I fought to retain my grip.
Tessy eventually maneuvred her arm from my grip and bolted across the road..without looking!
Needless to say, I was terrified.
And without thinking, I took off after her.


A speeding red cab, whose driver saw her in time, swerved hard to his right, narrowly missing her and almost hitting me. I felt like a deer caught in the headlights (no, not the song) for a few moments. Gratefully, the driver of the cab-- obviously an expert-- managed to avoid me and sped on, blaring his horn for good effect. A bus screeched to a halt inches from Tessy's left leg. It was so close, I could hardly breathe.
The obviously irked driver waved a fist and shouted obscenities in Yoruba. I could pick out the equivalents of 'punk kid' and 'young Casanova'.
Wait.. the man thinks this is some kind of love game? Adults!

Tessy kept on running..and I kept following, motivated by the fear that she could hurt herself more than anything else.
As I ran, a highlighted text I'd seen on a Christian journal earlier came to mind.
..chasing after women..
That was literally what I was doing now.
Argh! Never in my dreams did I see this happening.


Thankfully, most roadside vendors had closed shop due to the rain. If not, I'm sure Tessy and I would've knocked down a stall or two in our haste. Theresa turned of the main road and ran down a corner.
What does this girl feed herself on? Darn, she does not seem to be getting tired!

I rounded the bend after her. And stopped.

I was wrong.



Tessy was on the ground, crying hysterically. Her perfectly-combed hair had come undone and her bag lay upturned, spilling her English textbook, some buns (I'm sure she got it from Pierre's), a copy of 1984, a maths set, hair ribbons, hair pins and some other stuff you only see in a girl's bag out.

I gradually came to a halt beside her. It was only then that I noticed she'd fallen and grazed her knee.

I bent down and picked up the items, transferring them to my bag because her's was already soaked. Then, I turned to face her.

She was still crying but was calm now. But as I made to move towards her, the look on her face changed to one of a trapped animal.
I best play this cool.

"Tessy, I'm going to help you up. Can you walk?"

She looked at her bruised knee. "I think so."
Her voice was hoarse.

I walked to her, put my hands underneath her arms and pulled her up. She winced as she tried to flex her leg. I've had knee contusions before, so I knew they hurt. They hurt as hell.
Tessy was still trying t o braue it up, but I could see that she was wincing often. And when I let go of her to pick up her bag, she nearly came crashing.

"Tessy.."

That was a far as I could go before she clung to me so tight I had trouble breathing. Fresh tears cascading down her cheeks.
I couldn't move, even if I tried.


And there we stood in the rain. Two sixteen year-olds.


As weird as it sounds, all that was going through my mind was, ''if your Dad sees you now, you're toast! If Mom sees you first, you're DEAD."


PLEASE SCROLL DOWN