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Twaci:
Kuku kill me!

Thanks though.

bussieboi:
ur Ig handle?

murtalaa:
I enjoyed this story. The title is a bit misleading, though, but I guess you chose it to get guys hooked which worked. Through out the violent part of the story, I was thinking Oma will actually wake up and find everything to be a dream. Warts and all, good story.

Twaci:
xxtwacixx

bussieboi:
hehehe
serious joor

iykekelvins:
[color=#099999]I finally got to finish the story. Been reading in ghost mode.

Twaci, you're just too good, damn, I kept playing pictures of the story in my head. You explain everything detail by detail. Kudos girl.

#RipDikachi..[/color]

mojounited:
This was a wonderful read; quite captivating. Well done Twaci

iwakacome:
Am an unapologetic ghost reader, beautiful piece though I hoped for more, esp with the title. When will you start another work?

iwakacome:
Am an unapologetic ghost reader, beautiful piece though I hoped for more, esp with the title. When will you start another work?

ozila:
helep me ask her oh

Twaci:
Thanks .

Soon ...

shumuel:
@Bolded, Better, i was thinking you wanted to end it like that, while am yet to see anything ''Nymphomaniac'' as far as am concerned she has only given concent to 2 guys and a lady only, so i expect more and i mean more... a ''Nymphomaniac'' should be someone on a quest for pleasure, well Dikachi's death could be a good point to why she became one, should we expect Cassie to come help her out then she begins the journey, gets married but gives it to every Tom, Di:ck and Harry; her driver, houseboy, gateman, neighbors husbands, her husbands friends e.t.c searching for that Dikachi feelings ,then her daugther's husband because she finally found it in him which should lead to her death, her daugther should then find her dairy to know what her mother had been through, then she begins her own journey of ''Nymphomaniac'', you could extend it to the third generation like that of those Indian script wirters but this time making Oma's grandson a ''sexomaniac'' who was sentenced to death by firing squared .

Twaci:
Pause...breathe...

I had wanted to extend it to that point y'know..

Remember the gardener? The driver? Audu?...heck I even thought of throwing Cassie in but then people felt the story was beginning to lose its plot and that I should redirect it...I had to.

Might have to change the title of the book sha.

Twaci:
see your life

Twaci:
see your life

3KINGZ18:
I came,i saw and was awed by your story.nice one twaci

Roseygold:
Oh my Gawd this story is superb i start reading it yestaday evening i did not sleep now my head is pounding please give me another one to heal my headche. Please is that the end of it

Twaci:
Prologue

Hello, I am Oma

By the time you would be reading this, I would be long gone, dead maybe. I do not need you to look for me, what is done is done. The end is upon us.

This journal is not for the weak minded neither is it for the judging hypocrites. If you are one, just drop it and walk past because there is no greater condemnation than that of the heart.

Tell my mum I love her, true or not, and tell Cassie I miss her. She is the only person that understands.

This is my story.

DonaTee:
Captivating piece! Weldone twaci

cyberhike:

thumbs up dear... you ll go places

Twaci:
Chapter four

I looked out from the balcony and checked my wrist watch. My husband had said the my mother was supposed to come in the morning but it was past one in the afternoon and I had not seen her. Not that I was anxious to see her, I thought and eyed the suitcase beside me, I needed answers. I took a sip from the glass of juice I held and looked over to Cassie's compound. From where I sat, I was able to see that her compound was just as magnificent as mine, if not same.

I saw Cassie come out of her house in a pretty yellow chiffon dress and waved at her but she did not see me as she rushed in her car and honked. I watched as her gateman opened the gate and she drove out. She seemed to be in a haste.

Just as I made to check my watch again, someone knocked on my gate. I sat up and kept the glass on the table and watched as the gateman opened the gate to let someone in. My mother. She looked better than the last time I had seen her and wore a long blue Indian gown that made her look younger. I heard her say something to the gateman who in turn replied but made no move to let her in.

"Gateman!" I called out and they looked up. My mother smiled when she saw me. "Let her in, she is my mother."

She gave the gateman a rueful look and marched past him in a dramatic fashion. I had a feeling that if her hair had been any longer, she would have flung it on his face. When she disappeared into the house, I took another gulp from the cup and tried to steady my heart that had increased its pace. My mother always had that effect on me.

Though I knew I looked okay, I tried to smoothen my hair and adjusted my skirt. Then I listened for her footsteps. At long last, I heard them and reached for my hair again. I wanted to look calm and collected because I didn't want her to see me as a young child anymore.

"Madam." She said as she made her way into the balcony.

I stood up and resisted the urge to run over to hug her. "Good afternoon ma."

"Hmm. Good afternoon." She replied. "How are you?"

"Very fine, thank you." I sat down.

She eyed me. "The least wey you fit do na to come hug me. Na so them say make you dey greet your mama?"

I looked down at my hands and made no attempt to stand up. I really wasn't in the mood to entertain her talks. "How have you been?"

"Abeg abeg! No dey ask me jamb questions!" She said, a hint of anger in her voice. "If say you been wan know how I dey, you for come see me. Na wetin pikin wey get sense go do."

I swallowed my anger and tried to keep my voice as cool as possible as I said, "I have just been busy ma. I am new to this marriage thing and had to take my time in settling down-"

She hissed and sat beside me. "All this one wey you dey speak na oyinbo. If say you really been wan see me, you for come."

"It's not like you cared to know how I was doing either." I said sarcastically.

She frowned and stared at me for a while, whether it was in shock or in anger, I did not know and really did not care. She laughed and clapped her hands. "See my life oh! You don dey get mouth dey talk back at me shey?"

I ignored her.

She sighed. "It's okay. Just because say you don dey chop small money you don forget who your mother be again! Common respect you know even get for me again! No be your fault, na my fault. Na me give you this hand-"

"Mum that is not what this is about!" I said impatiently.

"So na wetin e come be about? Eh?!" She shot back. "Na wetin?!"

"Mum I don't like the way you are taking this issue!" I retorted. I had lost my cool. "You are acting like you have been insulted when I have done nothing! Yes I know I did not reach out to you since after the wedding but you knew why! You knew I was angry about everything! For Godsake I am 16! 16 years of age and should be in school with my mates but no! - no! my mother had deemed it for to marry me off to a man thrice my age all cause of money! Money! That is all you have ever cared about!"

My mother was stunned. "Omalicha? Na me you dey shout for?"

"Mum I am sorry but if that's the only way I can get to you, if that's the only way you can listen to me-"

"You dey shout say I marry you give person wey be like your father, but as you dey chop the man money e dey sweet you abi?! You dey talk say I suppose send you go school, na my head I go comot sell put you for school?!"

"But you never gave us a chance! I never complained about our condition! I was even willing to sell groundnuts to save up money for my fees but you never gave me a chance!"

She smirked. "Leh-leh! You been wan sell groundnuts to put yourself for school. How much you think say school fees be? You think say that chicken change wey you been dey get from that rubbish business fit even carry you enter lesson center?!" She hissed again. "E be like say that stupidness wey been dey eat your brain that time don chop am finish. If you dey vex say I find you better person wey go marry you, take care of you, take care of us - then vex dey go. I no send you at all! Na pikin still dey worry you and I know say as you dey grow, you go come start to dey use your head. See I no come here come hear rubbish, your husband say e get something wey he give you to give me, where e dey?"

I was sure I had a disgusted look on my face and tried very hard to conceal it. "What do you need the money for?"

She eyed me again. "And how e take concern you?"

"I just-"

"I wan carry am start business." She cut in impatiently.

If that was the truth, I was truly happy for her. "That is good. At least you would be able to build yourself-"

"E don do." She interrupted again. "Where e dey? I get person to see."

I sighed, picked the bag from the floor and handed it over to her. She took it, opened the bag and smiled when she saw the money. She quickly closed it and stood up. "Make I dey go."

"Really?" I asked, my voice laced with disappointment. "It was really about the money for you, right?"

"Before nko?" She asked back. "After you don insult me finish, wetin again you dey find for my hand?"

I stood. "Mum-"

"Abeg I don dey go. Siddon back for your chair and drink your mineral, I no get talk for you again. Imagine say you no even fit serve person drink!" She said and walked towards the door.

I was losing my mother and I knew it. "Mummy please come back-"

"I don go!" She yelled and left.

I stood there and listened to her footsteps fade away. I had lost my mother and there was nothing I could do. I so much wanted to chase her down the stairs, hug and cry into her bosom and listen to her tell me that it was going to be alright but pride didn't let me. I felt I was the offended one and should be the one apologized to, not the other way round and if my mum didn't care about how I felt, I too should not bother about how she felt.

I fell back into the chair and closed my eyes. I rubbed my temples and tried to ignore the sound the gate made when the gateman opened it to let my mother out. She was gone and I was all alone.

I sat that way for a while and reminisced on my childhood until I heard someone enter the balcony, I opened my eyes to see Damilola. I sighed. What now?

"I heard everything." She said simply and I frowned. Had she eavesdropped on the conversation between my mother and I?

I sat up. "What?"

"With Mrs. Cassandra." She replied. "I overheard your discussion with her yesterday and I thought I should let you know."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh."

"She told you to dump me Oma, that I would hurt you and you agreed without an argument! Really Oma?!"

I sighed impatiently. Not again. "Where is Esther?"

She scoffed. "She went to the market, so we can talk. So tell me, what have I done to Mrs. Cassandra to get judged that way? And you, why? What have I ever done to you?"

"Look Damilola-" I began with so much calm I could muster. "I am sorry okay? But I don't really have time for this. I just met my mum and if you had listened - since it's now what you do - you will know that this is not the right time to bring this up. I really need to be alone, please!"

"Really?" She laughed. "Oh really?! You now need to be alone?! You are done with me and now want to be alone?!"

"Don't raise your voice at me Dami-"

"You are done with me and now want to be alone?!" She yelled back, her eyes bloodshot.

"Don't you raise your voice at me!" I retorted and stood up. She clamped her mouth shut and moved back. "Look Damilola, I am sick and tired of this drama you keep putting up! I am tired! I am done with you, yes! Now let me be! Please!"

"Oma-" she broke down in tears.

"Just leave me alone! Please!" I said and walked out on her.

I went straight to my room and locked the door behind me. Then I screamed and struck my fist at the door, my heart pounded so fast. What have I done? I thought and crumbled to the floor, a hand to my chest. What have I gotten myself into?

Twaci:
It was three days to my husband's return and I was bored. There was nothing exciting to watch on the television and the pörns I had watched to keep myself busy no longer held their appeal. The excitement was gone. It was quite sunny and I shook my head at the thought of going out to the garden.

Someone knocked.

"Come in!"

Bisi entered with towels draped on her arm. "Good afternoon ma."

I nodded and turned back to the window. Bisi had returned two days before and had told us that her mother had died from the illness. She gave that as an excuse why she had taken her time and had said something about bad network services at the village. I had taken her back but that was after I had warned her about it happening again. She had been quite grateful and had taken over from Damilola who after our angry spat had maintained a distance between us. Though Dami carried on her duties with a formal attitude, the hint of hate which always laced her voice whenever she spoke to me didn't escape my notice.

Bisi went out after she had replaced the towels in the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Cassie was right, I thought, a respectable distance was needed between the maids and I.

I sighed again. I was really bored.

Just then I thought about going over to Cassie's. I looked into her compound and saw that her car was there, she was in. I didn't think anymore about it as i changed and went downstairs to meet Esther. I told her where I went and left the house to Cassie's.

The gateman at Cassie's was quite rude as he asked me to call his 'madam' first to let her know that I was outside. I didn't have her number so I tried to convince him that I was really her friend.

"Look," I said and pointed to my house. "This is my house and your madam and I are friends. How else do you want me to prove that to you?"

"Madam, I no argue," he said defiantly. "Call am first tell am say u dey here. All these small girls wey sabi lie. You look all the lie to talk na say this house na your own na this one come sweet you abi? Look this house wey you dey claim so, you fit even buy light bulb wey dey inside?"

I was embarrassed by his assumptions. "No-look-listen to me. I am serious, this is my house and-"

He went back inside and locked the gate. "Madam abeg try another gate. I no be mumu."

I gaped in shock.

I noticed people looked at me so I went back to my gate and knocked. My gateman opened the door and smiled. "Madam welcome, e be like say you no go far."

I sighed. "It's not like that. I actually went to the next house to see my friend and the gateman refused to let me in."

"Ha! Why na?"

"I don't know for him." I replied and made to enter the house.

"Madam wait, na for this house wey dey share fence with us?"

I nodded.

"Ha! No vex abeg. Na my brother dey there. Make I go talk to am."

"Really? But you two don't look alike."

He laughed, his teeth was brown. "No, na from the same village for Kogi we from. Na me carry am come here for this work wey he dey do. Na because he no know say you be my madam na why he no gree make you enter. Make I talk to am."

Before I could say anything, he ran out and I had no choice but to follow.

"Kabiru!" He called and knocked on the gate. "Kabiru open, na me Audu."

The said Kabiru opened and laughed when he saw my gateman. "Brother how far?"

He frowned when he saw me. "This 419 girl still dey here?! You no dey hear word?!"

My face was as hard as stone.

"Kabiru na my madam be that!" Audu whispered to him.

"Eh?!"

I pursed my lips and arched a brow. In your face! I thought.

Kabiru covered his mouth as his eyes widened and he quickly prostrated, full of apologies. "Ha! I swear I no know, na my work I dey do abeg."

Audu laughed nervously and turned to me. "Madam abeg no vex for am too much."

"It's okay." I said with a sigh. "Can I go in?"

Kabiru stood. "Abeg enter ma, no vex."

I walked past him and went straight to her door and knocked. After a while, a girl opened with a very lackadaisical attitude. "Yes?"

"I want to see Cassie."

"Madam dey busy."

"Tell her I am here." I snapped.

"But my madam is busy." She repeated.

I didn't know her but I hated her that instant. "Look, I will wait for her. Just tell her I am here!"

She looked at me for a while and opened the door fully for me to enter. She showed me into the visitors' sitting room. "Can I get you anything?"

"No, thank you."

She walked away and I was left alone. I wondered how Cassie was able to cope with such rude staffs and stood up to look around. Cassie was a truly a painter and a very good one at that. I looked at the paintings on the wall that had her name signed at the edges and smiled. She was really a wild woman.

All the paintings depicted sèx in various positions and though there were no facial features on the people in the pictures, the sexual acts were well detailed in a way that one could actually see the veins and the sweat, even the wetness of the women were obvious. They were really beautiful works and I yearned to have one.

The rude maid came back in. "My madam said you should come."

"Okay." I said and followed her.

She led me through a passageway that exhibited more paintings and wondered what Cassie's husband thought of them. She stopped in front of a door. "She is inside."

I knocked as the maid walked away. "Cassie?"

"Come in hon!" I heard her call from inside.

I opened the door and froze. I quickly made to shut the door but heard Cassie's voice call out for me again. What was going on?

On the bed was a naked guy and a girl and they were literally in the act. It was a weird moment for me as it was the first time I had seen something like that, it was a real life pörn!

"Oma hon! Over here!"

I turned, still mortified, to see Cassie at a corner of the room with a camera. I ignored the couple on the bed and quickly rushed to her. "Cassie what is going on here?"

She laughed. "Oh! They are my models. I am trying to get perfect shots for my new oil paintings."

I turned to look at the couple on the bed. "Oh! I-I actually thought they were doing it!"

"Actually they are. They have to so that I will be able to capture the perfect moment, light, expression and passion. Have you seen my works?"

I nodded. "Yes, I saw them in the sitting room. But are they not shy to - um - do it in front of you?"

"Do what?" She asked with a funny facial expression. "Have sex?"

"Yes." I whispered.

"Why should they be? I paid them to be bold and they understand that if they don't give me what I want - out the door."

"Wow!" It was quite a funny job, I thought and imagined how I would feel if I was in their shoes. Weird.

She looked at me and smile. "Would you like to wait for me downstairs or watch me do my work?"

I was intrigued. "I will stay."

"I knew you would." She said with a mischievous wink and turned back to the couple. "Alright people! Let's get back to our fücking business!"

The guy smiled and pushed into the girl. He held her aśs and moved in fast strokes. Cassie took some clicks and sighed after a while.

"Hey Romeo!" She called out suddenly and I jolted.

The guy stopped and turned to her.

"Do you want to cum?"

"What?" He asked with a confused look.

"Do you need to cum?" She repeated slowly.

"Um-no-not really."

"Sure? Because you really seem to be fücking up my shots with your amateur moves! If you need to cum, you can go over to a corner and jerk off. Really cause I don't mind waiting."

The guy seemed embarrassed. "No-I-"

"No? No? Then get into the act and make love to your Juliet like it is your last! Okay?!"

He nodded.

"Good! Take it from the top!" She yelled and turned to me. "It is his first time in this job."

I smiled back awkwardly.

The guy actually did take it from the top as he pulled out and started all over again. He kissed the girl passionately as he slowly ran his hand over her breasts and squeezed them. The girl moaned as he pinched her nïpples and replaced his fingers with his mouth.

I was stunned. I watched the way his tongue went round her nïpple and when he bit it, I felt mine tingle. I wanted to look away but couldn't, I was far too mesmerized. He touched her clït, his mouth still on her breast and stroked her gently with his fingers.

"Nice." I heard Cassie say as she took some shots.

The girl arched as his fingers went deeper and stroked faster and I could swear I saw his fingers coated with her juices. He removed his fingers, licked them and bent down to lick the juice straight from the source. The girl cried out and wrapped her legs round his head as she grabbed the blankets.

"Beautiful!" Cassie exclaimed and took more shots.

I was turned on. This was far different from the videos I had watched on my phone. It was real and I could feel everything! I had the urge to touch myself but resisted, not in front of Cassie I thought.

The guy stood up and plunged into the girl and moved, quickly at first but slowed down when he heard Cassie sigh.

"Good," Cassie drawled and took another couple of shots.

I turned to her. How could she not be turned on by this?! She was focused with her camera and seemed unaffected by the act.

"Perfect!" She said again and I turned to look at the couple.

There was no way a warm blooded human wouldn't be turned on by this. It was pure torment for me and though I wanted to run out of the room and straight to my house, I couldn't move. It was as if I was glued to where I stood.

"Okay! That's enough! Cassie said to the couple and dropped the camera on the table.

The couple broke apart and got dressed. She gave them a brown envelope each and they left. I still couldn't move.

"Today went really well." She said and poured herself a drink. "You want some?"

My throat felt patched so I nodded.

She poured another and gave me the glass. "You okay? You look pale."

I made to drink but choked when I breathed in fumes from the drink in the glass. Whatever that was in the glass was strong. I held the glass down and smiled weakly. "Yeah, I am fine."

"You sure? Cause you look like someone that has just seen a ghost."

I nodded and kept the glass on the table. "I am fine."

She shrugged and drank from her glass.

I tried to look everywhere else but the bed. "How-how do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Take these pictures and not get aroused."

"Oh!" She laughed. "That is why you are like this?! Aww you little kitty! You can't control yourself, can you?"

I laughed nervously. "Not really."

"In time hon. In time." She said and gulped down her drink. "You know what? Let's go out, let's go have some fun."

"Out? Where?"

"Don't worry, not to far from here," she replied. "Let me introduce you to some people."

I wasn't sure I wanted to go out in that hörny state I was in. All I wanted to do was to run to my house, into my room and fück myself sore with the dïldo, but then...

"Come on! Don't think about it! Let me change into something nice, okay?"

I sighed. "Okay. Can I wait for you downstairs?"

"Sure."

What have I gotten myself into this time? I asked myself as I went down to wait for the crazy lady.

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