₦airaland Forum

vescucci:
Ok will do, here goes, Slitty, I'm sorry I didn't have the time to go through your story but at first glance I think it has way too much conversation. I was overwhelmed with quotation marks. Describe other things like for instance the people who are talking to each other. OK. But I'm sure it'll be a good read though! Ciao! lol!

thank you, and try taking time to read tru,

CHAPTER FIVE

I woke up with a feeling of contentment.
I saw myself in a loose T Shirt through the morrow. I stretched like a cat then I saw I was wearing panties I was trying to figure out when I remembered. Holy sugar I thought sitting bolt upright. I check my beside clock and it was a quarter to seven jeez how long have slept? When did I sleep where Michael different thought is and emotions were just running through me? Michaels’ touch his kisses, his voice the way he called my name, his beautiful body and his member Oh I felt a little bit embarrassed at myself for thinking like that but I can’t just help it his huge and sweet. I was already getting wet again thinking about how his finger worked Oh me. Where is he now? The thought brought me back to reality. I prayed he would have gone because I don’t really know how to face him again but some how
I knew he wasn’t gone and I was a little bit happy for that. By the way he said something about wondering but he didn’t finish I got more curious that it over came my embarrassment.
So I walked gingerly to the kitchen but I met Michael on his way with a tray of pancakes.
He was wearing trousers and I couldn’t help but remember the feel of his chest against mine.
I shook the memory away but not before Michael saw it in my eyes and he even had the guts to look amused.
"Hi”
“Hi”
“What’s this?”
“Pancake?
“Thanks”
“No problem, did you sleep well?
“Yes”
Silence, we stayed looking at each other awkwardly then.
“Don’t stress that leg, sit down”
“I am not stress…….”
“Don’t agree or else”
“Or else what”
“Tray arguing first”
“I said I am not” …. Before I could finish the sentence, he put the tray down and carried me to the rocking chair. I struggled to set down although I was enjoying it but the more I struggled the more be tightened grip and dropped kisses on my nose. I couldn’t help but set the absurdity of all and I collapsed into fit of laughter he joined and I love the way the sound rumbled beneath his skin he placed on the chair, brought the plate them proceed to feed me bit by bit. All the earlier thought I had about not knowing how to face him disappeared and I just relaxed.
“Thanks”
“For what?”
“All this”
“You can do better than that”
“What?”
“Can I get a kiss instead of thank of you?”
“Yes you can”
”I am waiting”
“No!”
“No?”
“You’ve gotten the thank you may be next time”
“No take the thank you back I want the kiss”
“You’ve not serious”
“Deadly”
“You are nuts”
“Really” I shyly gave him a peck on the cheeks but he expertly turned in time to capture my lips and he gave me the soul snaking kiss that left me breathe”
“Bully”
“At your mercy, mademoiselle”
“What was it you said you wondering about?
“Oh, the kiss”
“The kiss?”
“Yee, if he was the alcohol that made it so explicit”
“So?”
“I have made conclusion”
“That?
“Want to hear” I nodded
“It is even better, sober” “You’re divine”
My heart glowed and I warmed all over.
“So how did you sprain your”
“I fell down”
“Fell down? Doing what”
“Nothing, I was going into the bedroom when I hit the cushion I look my balance fell down and snap ankle sprained”.
“Sorry”
“Don’t be that day was as bad as it can be in one word, bitch”.
“That’s two words”
“Smart ass”
“So tell me about it” and did’.
“So you me that tiny weasel caused all this?
“In a general sense yes”
“Sylvia! You’re the bomb”
He came behind him and started massaging my back. Already relaxed before, I felt am floating “him Michael”, we have to talk”
“Say that again”
“What!
“My name” but he started his teeth to work on my neck making breath his name out. I wondered how he got to be so perfect. He stopped, came around, cupped my face in his then kissed me so tenderly that I felt like crying.
He said he would be leaving and.
“See you tomorrow” he said
“Ok”
“Won’t I get a by” bye kiss
“Michael” I kissed him
“What about good night kiss”
“An”, I kissed him again
“Tomorrow morning”
“Holy sugar” another kiss
“To make my day lovely, I think
I need another one
“You are not serious but all the same, another kiss.
He left, and the rest of the night was spent day-dreaming I was floating. It was the best sex I ever had sin I started having sex.

……………………………………………

“Hello”
“Hey” it zaniab
“Zaniab, good to hear from you how are things”
“Fine, I heard about your ankle, sorry
“It no problem, sister how are kids?”
“Disturbing asexual”
“Dan!
“Kicking, are you going to be home tomorrow” I heard you’re on leave and because of the cast I don’t think you’ll be moving about that much
“Yes I am at home are you bringing the kids?
“No I got a sister for them so it’s all girls
“Thank you dear what time should I be expecting them?
“Ah, say 11am. Wait is there anything I am missing
“Why?
“You sound happy and excited about something or is it somebody?
“Well… um…
“An Ah Michael
“What! How did … I mean what made you think of him
“Well, is he the one or not?
But it’s not what you think
“What did you think I think?
“Well like he … “
“Guilty conscience?”
“No No No”
“You don’t have to say no 3 times if it’s not that”
“Oh shut up
“Sylvia as got a boyfriend Sylvia got a boyfriend”
“Holy sugar, shut that trap, you don’t even know how to sing”
“Me? Ask Dan”
“You’re not serious”
“So, see ya tomorrow and I want every detail”
“Ok bye but there is nothing to tell”
“Say that again”
“Ok something to tell”
“Good girl”
“ Bye greet everyone and kiss the baby for me”
“Sweet dreams”
You bet and you too”
“Hmm you kiss too
“I love kissing you’re so delicious
“You are too
“Oh sweet heart you make me want to loose control”
“Chuckles” exactly my thoughts
“Adorable that what you are
“Strong, sexy and manly are you”
“Baby, see what you do to me”
“Huge, uh can I taste?”
“You are…. “Groans “sweet sweet sweet”
Chants “I want you so badly
“Hmm”
“Do you want me too?”
“Nodes”
“Say it, Mon. Cherie I want to hear”
“I want you, yes very bad and now”
“Oh my love”
“Me too” as the two babies merged into one. I felt this light on my face and I thought was in heaven
I opened my eyes to see the familiar ceiling of my room also it was sunshine bolt upright, I had been dreaming, not just dreams but wet dreams at my age, I think am losing it. As I thought about with need, my body throbbed with need. Once I had been told that I only see what I want to see, listen to my choice of words and now I think it is applying I am dreaming, seeing and hearing what I want. I don’t know if I love Michael or not but I sure know that we’re physically altercated to each other and he as little control over it as well enjoy it while it last. You are now talking the little voice said. My mobile rang and I picked it up
“Hello
“Hello love” my heart diva somersaulted
“Michael” I said a little breathless
“Oh, I’ve trying you land line so I thought you went jogging on your crutches
“You’re nuts
“You just woke up”
“Yes
“Did you sleep well?
“Yes you?
“Partially, I was thinking about you – my head became light – and I had this hard on that wouldn’t go down until I bathed three times in cold water, when I finally slept I dreamt about you I woke this morning with another huge hard on. Now I am particle direction, which is automatically becoming full just hearing your voice.
“Michael? You are raw” giddying
“Well that’s what you do to me
“Naughty boy”
“Man not boy, did you dream about me?
“I don’t know only if you are the guy
Kissing me in my dreams then I think so”
“Well I’m sure am the one, even if not I accept to be the one”
“You are a dimwit”
“Guilty as charge”
“C ya later I’ve got to run I have a meeting in 2min”
“Alright o”
“Don’t stress that leg ok?”
“Ok”
Michael dropped and I still held the phone for some min sovereign the calls then I remember zainab I rushed to the bathroom to get myself decent enough. It was getting a quarter to eleven when I was finally ready. I decided to make some omelets since am still have bread in the fridge. I was about to eat when Zainab came.
“So” how did you Sprain your ankle”
“My friend, it is a long story, let just forget about it”
“Alright sister but when are you removing the cast”
“The day after tomorrow
“Have you taken a picture?
“How?
“You the cast and the crutches”
“You can’t be serious your head is full of imaginations”
“That the attraction" want cooking
“Bread and omelet tea pancake”
“Yummy so the details”
“About what?
“Do I have to spell it out?
“No”
“So?
“Well he came and um we talked ……
“One thing led to another and you kissed and you ……
“Zainab!
“Is it a lie?
“Well, something like that”
“Hakone, my friend”
“He’s called me today and he would be coming over later”
“So?
“So what?
‘How do you fell about what happened”
“Extremely happy but am scared”
“That?
“Don’t know
“Hmm” she did talk again
“Say something” smile just chucked then
“Let’s leave that for now”
We talked about other things shared the chocolates Michael brought she left for home later.
Michael came around brought yellow daisies, he was very caring and I felt at the peak ever. It’s like being in paradise. Who says there is no paradise on earth? Anyway it all depends on you but if this is paradise I bet I will be very religious.

real_demi:
Slitty, you were a bit too sensually graphic for my 'personal' liking. It seems like a Journal because you were constantly talking to yourself, forward and back. Your diction is good but you mixed up your tenses in some parts. Your opening lines particularly seem weak in this respect. Check this out:

I [s][/s]could remember that day like it just happened (yesterday), but no, that was about two years ago. I had just gotten a new job that took me away from home and there I was in the bedroom of the apartment that the Corporation had given me.
I worked as a statistical analyst in geography, boring as it might sem to you, I enjoyed the work. I was good at it especially since I did a lot of travelling.

The apartment was a two-bedroom with everything, and u can go on!

It's a good work on the whole because you flowed naturally and you were quite comprehensive and comprehensible. Keep it up!
Is that the end of the story?

thanks, it was to be like a journal, like remembering the past, as for the present /past tense interface, she(sylvia) just caught in the past e.g when a close person dies for the first few months one will still refer to him or her as present not to talk of someone's best romantic experience. as for the sensuality(wanted it to be practical) and lastly that is not the end of the story.

Gamine:
too much dialogue!!!


aarrck!!!!

sooooooooo funny, i said reveiw not condemm, real_me's review is a good example.

aarrck

RuuDie:
@ slitty,

very, very picturesque. . . . . you sure have a way of telling a story with amazing simplicity!

thanks

CHAPTER 4

My heart is running, my body is quivering, and my stomach is turning. I suddenly don’t have enough saliva in my mouth. What is happening to me? I am just behaving as if I am going on a first date of which I ain’t even going on any date. All of this I can kid myself is because Michael sent me white roses. How did he know I sprained my ankle? Is he going to come around? Is he even back? Don’t be a ninny, he is back, the voice said
“Should I call him?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Ok, anything you wish.”
“But?”
“He might come and he might not.”
“What do I do?”
“Call.”
“No!”
“Ok, dump, I am tired of your whining.”
“Shut up and do something.”
“Like what?”
Zilch again.
The voice decided not to help me. So I took my bath, wore my best casuals, ordered home delivery and waited hoping that Michael would show up. Even if he did how was I going to react? What kind of conversation am I going to make? Would I stammer? Would I fall while walking? I started practicing the conversation. Men, this is unlike me. Something is definitely wrong somewhere. I hope I am not losing it, I told myself. My doorbell rang and my heart sang to the tune. I walked slowly and unsteadily to the door and opened it only to discover it was the guy who came to deliver my food. My heart sank so low that I had to hop to lift it up. I paid him and he left then I decided to eat. I finished eating and he hadn’t even arrived. I took up a book to read, slept off along the line and, to cut a long story short, I waited in vain. He did not come. I got worried that something had happened to him. I picked up the phone to call when my mind reminded me that he never said he was going to come in the first place. I got angry with him then at myself for being so stupid. I later went to bed thinking that I wouldn’t be able to sleep.
Coming from the disappointment I suffered I guess nobody disappointed anybody but I still felt disappointed anyway. But believe me, I slept and I even slept late. I woke up to the sound of my doorbell and at first decided not to get it but when it was persistent I put on my nightgown and crutches and walked to the door. I opened it to see Michael grinning at me. I was so surprised to see him at my door at nine o’clock in the morning grinning like a cat coming from the milk factory that I swooned. I mean I felt faint. I just stood there and he had to compound everything by laughing. I nearly hit the door on his face. Never have I in my wildest imagination ever thought of Michael seeing me like this. I hadn’t even brushed my hair. Michael made a move to enter and I realized I was standing in front of the door and I didn’t even say good morning not to talk of asking him to enter. I moved to the side to allow him in. He entered, dropped the box in his hand and to my second greatest surprise of the millennium, I hadn’t even recovered from the first one, he gave me a bear hug and that made me faint finally. Michael must have won a jackpot, I thought faintly. My eyeballs became one and he laughed out loud. I guess I really looked funny because I didn’t see anything to laugh about. I nearly drooled over Michael while he was laughing at me. When he caught his breath he asked how I was. And I just looked. I guess something good had happened to him during the night because he was just full of smiles. I couldn’t even say a word. How did this happen? he asked. I just gave him a sheepish smile and he dropped a peck on my nose. That led me to my grave. I thought I was going to die of a busted heart. I needed to call but all I did was stagger to a nearby chair and flop down.
“Are you ok?” Michael asked, seeing me stagger.
“Hmm. No… Yes.”
“No? Yes?”
“I mean, yes and no.”
“Yes?”
“My leg is fine.”
“No.”
“Are you real? I mean, what has gotten into you?”
Smiles.
“How come you came here with me like this and you’re still smiling?”
That made him laugh and he walked to the fridge to bring out some juice.
“See what I mean… You are doing as if you own this place.”
“Relax your head and take this,” he said giving me the box he brought along.
“How did you know I hurt myself?” I asked.
“Drink this and open the box first. I am not going yet. I though we would spend the day together if you don’t have anything doing since you’re on leave.”
I opened my mouth and shut it back then asked, “How did you know?”
“That what I said. I still have time and I am not in a hurry.”
“Em …em I saw, em, the roses, em, yesterday. They were beautiful, thank you.”
“You like them?”
“No! I love them.”
He just chucked.
I opened the package and pulled and a big box of chocolates and a sweat shirt in one of my favorite colors. I nearly kissed Michael at that moment but I just checked myself but my eyes were bulging out of their sockets and my teeth were struggling to get out of their gums. I couldn’t even say thank you properly; I was just babbling. I wondered why my hard-learned ethics decided to desert me. Michael was just being a scamp and I was getting more and more confused but elated. Somehow I excused myself and went inside to take my bath but to say the truth, I started berating, dancing when I got inside the bathroom. I heard Michael whistling one old time, “Get down out by cool, “ and I joined in the singing. I finished bathing and as I was getting dressed I started perceiving some nice delicious odor but I thought nothing of it only to discover that it was coming from my kitchen. Michael was cooking me breakfast. I nearly died when I saw the food. I wanted to pinch myself to see if it was a dream then I decided not to because I wanted it to go on. I sat trying to put everything into perspective when Michael came back from the kitchen and ordered me to stuff my belly.
“Michael, I am getting suspicious. Hope no problem.”
“And why might you think there is any?”
“Well, I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve all this and you’re just been too nice.”
“I am not being nice. Also, I missed you.”
I could swear my eyes jumped out of their sockets, ran round the sitting room, hit the wall then jumped back where they belonged. I had to blink twice to stay in focus and I had to remind myself to swallow. All the while Michael was looking at me intently and, for the second time in my life, I turned purple. Seeing my embarrassment Michael chucked.
“Sylvia, you don’t have to look like that. I came here to say sorry for the other day and I am just doing my best to make you forgive me.”
“You mean you are giving me bribe?”
“No, I just feel like doing all what I did. I just said I missed you. See, I shouldn’t have treated you that way and that was why I tried calling but you wouldn’t pick my calls and I had the intention of calling on you the next evening but I had to travel. When I got to work that morning it was an emergency so I called Cynthia to tell you I traveled since you wouldn’t pick my calls.”
“Oh.”
“Immediately I came back yesterday I went to your office only to be told you had a sprain and were on leave. But I couldn’t make it down here and I was tired so I sent the roses. So am I forgiven now?”
“Well, it is really nothing.”
“What is really nothing? Forgiven the kiss or me?”
“I… you…”
“See about the kiss…”
“Oh, forget it. I turned on you. It just happened and I should be saying sorry.”
“No need. The kiss…”
“Was nothing.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I was drunk, remember?”
“Ok, I remember, but if you weren’t hurt why didn’t you pick my calls?”
“I was embarrassed. I didn’t know what you were going to think of me.”
“Ok, I see, but you were sweet.”
“Sweet?”
“Yes, you’ve got lovely lips. I melted inside. Uh um is it confession time?”
“Confession? I’m just saying how I feel.”
“Uh we’ll see.”
He was giving me this look. It penetrated to my bone marrow. I had to take my eyes off and look everywhere but him.”
He changed the subject and I was glad.
“Cynthia ….”
“What about her?”
“She is a very nice girl.”
“Oh yes, she is.”
“And very attractive.”
“Very.”
“Is she married?”
“No, why? You interested?”
“Maybe.”’ My heart sank and I got irritated and all the while he was looking at me questioningly so I quenched all feeling whatever and concentrated on the conversation.
“Am I?”
“Uhm, forget about that for now, ok?”
I nodded in the affirmative. “Do you play chess?” I asked.
“Yes I do. Wanna play?”
“Yep. Want to bet?”
“Sure, on my terms.”
“Name it.”
“I win, I get to do anything to you, and otherwise.”
“I uhm-um don’t uhm-um think that’s a good idea.”
“You sacred?”
“No, but I am not drunk either.”
“Ok, let’s hear yours.” I wondered why he gave up so easily. I didn’t even want him to. I just said that for formality’s sake.
“Cash?”
“How much have you got? ‘No cash, we’ll modify what I said.”
“So?”
“I get to do one thing at a time not anything, ok?”
“Agreed.” I saw but my mind was racing.
He won the first round and I really got into the game so I won the second. He asked me to claim my bet and I asked what he wanted to claim.
“I am saving it till we finish,” he said with a mischievous glint.
On the whole I won only two. I wondered how he did it because I am a good player – in fact very good. I even thought he was cheating but I never caught him.
I was waiting with anticipation to what he was going to do although I hadn’t figured out how to claim my bet when he stood up, came toward me but I couldn’t move. I just sat there. He pulled me up. Holy sugar, he’s seducing me, I thought. He moved his eyes over my face and down my throat. I shivered.
“Are you cold?” he asked. I shook my head. He sat me down on the couch and sat beside me so close that I was aware of his aftershave. He turned to face me and our eyes caught. I couldn’t stop looking at his eyes. They were so beautiful. He bent he head and brushed his lips across mine. His first kiss was light and feathery. The next one was firm and questing then he deepened it. He opened his mouth over my lips and I had no choice but to part my lips. Our tongues touched and we tasted each other. It was sensational. He moved from my mouth to my neck. I moaned as he kissed me everywhere and anywhere all over. I thought I was floating. I couldn’t even remember how my lips came off my body. All I knew was those perfect hands performing wonders on my body. He kissed me some more then turned his attention to my breasts, my throbbing breasts, and my nipples were so hard they ached. He trailed kisses over the mould of my right breast, like driving to the valley, then to my left breast. I wanted to go crazy. I was so wet I thought I was going to come any minute. It was just the beginning. Finally, he took hold of my nipple. He flipped his tongue over it like he was tasting ice cream then he started suckling. I screamed out in pleasure. I pressed myself to him. I wanted him inside me but I guess he was not done yet because he changed course and turned to my left breast. I was just whimpering. It was too much for me. I had never felt so deliciously sweet before from my breast. He moved up showering kisses on my face then trailed down my neck to the hollow of my breast down to my navel. He unfastened my belt and based my heart over my lips. I heard Michael swear. I opened my eyes to see him naked and marvelously virile.
“I want you so much,” he said and placed me properly on the couch then slipped his hands into my panties. He stroked my wetness and I came but just as I thought that was all he started trailing kisses. Drawing the shape of my panties with his mouth he pulled my panties off then waited for a minute. When I didn’t feel his touch again I opened my eyes to see him gazing at me. Instinctively, I covered my region.
“Don’t I want to drink your sight? You’re very, very beautiful.”
“Thank you."
Then he cupped my backside with his hand and buried his head into my creaminess. I moaned aloud.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
He knew where to touch and how to touch. I cried out its name.
“Hmm? Am I hurting you?”
“No.”
“Do you want me?”
“Yes.”
“Now?”
“Now.”
He moved between my thighs and looped my arms around his neck. He kissed me just as his sex – hard, full and smooth - tunneled deep inside me. I felt this was where I belonged. It was sublime. I was in love and, to make it more perfect, we both came at the same time. I heard him call my name. Oh, it was good; it wasn’t like anything I had experienced before. He rolled to his side and the first cool air blew over my body. That was when the reality of what I had done set in.

thanks for the encouragement, i was almost giving up
so her comes the fourth chapter

CHAPTER 3
It’s now about six months into my stay with the corporation and everything has been wonderful so far. Cynthia couldn’t help talking about Michael since that party two months ago. I haven’t talked to Michael since then. He called so many times but I didn’t pick up his calls then he stopped. I heard from Cynthia that he traveled out of the country and would be back in two months’ time. How did Michael expect me to pick his calls after what he did to me? Whenever I think about what happed that night, which is very often, I get hot in the ears.
The other morning, I mean the morning after the party, as if walking with a beautiful terrible headache coupled with this sexy nausea was not enough, I couldn’t concentrate on anything else. It got to the extent that I had to create time to sit down and think about nothing but the night before.
“Me kissing Michael,” I thought.
“Why did it happen?”
“Because you wanted it,” the little voice said.
“No I didn’t.”
“Stop hoodwinking yourself.”
“Or did I? How come I didn’t know I did?”
”Uh uh ask me one more time.”
“What would he think of me? I mean as his friend’s younger sister or as a woman?”
“I don’t know.”
“Ok, then, find out,” said the voice.
“Never,” I screamed.
“I am not even going to talk to him again,” I said.
“Coward.”
“What!”
“Zilch.”
And that was how it was although it didn’t stop me thinking about the kiss, the pleasure and the wanting feelings that accompanied it. I thought I was savvy enough to look at it objectively but my emotions were rioting and, to compound it all, Cynthia was always talking about him and again there is Cynthia to consider. Cynthia is thoroughly smitten over Michael and there is nothing I can do about it. She has even made me her best friend. She showed me all the clothes she bought prior to Michael’s homecoming and I can’t help but feel guilty. I can plainly see that Cynthia is love struck. How could I explain to her what happened if Michael decided to tell her? I couldn’t explain what I was feeling. Finally I concluded I was being insincere with the man so I gave myself the assignment to find a man quickly and be serious. Do I digress again?
I think I am making digression a continuous thing. Well, all that was some months ago.
Back to the present. I went to Dan’s place and I enjoyed myself. It was like a second home to me. Zainab was like the sister I didn’t have. We cooked together and she talked about how she met Danjuma and how her family opposed him but she went ahead anyway. She told me she doesn’t think anybody is as happy as she is now. Her parents even came around when they saw how happy she was. Well, her warmth was contagious.
“So how about your family?” Zainab asked
“They are all fine.”
“Any siblings?”
“Yes, I have an elder brother.”
“You mean you are just two? My parents gave birth to eight. I am the last female but I have two brothers behind me.”
“Jeez that’s something but I love children myself. I am planning to have four then adopt others.”
“So when are you planning to enter into the group thing?”
“I don’t know. I am not in any relationship for now.”
“Sorry but hope you are not living in the past?”
“Me? I don’t have the time to do that. I have got life ahead. Life is too beautiful to live in the past. By the way why did you say that?”
“Well, I expected someone like you to be getting ready to marry if you are not married by now and you are not a career woman.”
“No, I am not career woman; I haven’t just met the right person.”
“Oh, oh I can understand. When I met Dan I felt complete and I knew I had finally ceased to search.”
“Well, I am still searching but I don’t feel that I am still searching and that’s the problem now.”
“See, my friend, then that means there is somebody very close then.”
“Don’t kid yourself.”
“What about your date to the party?”
“Michael! Um, apart from the fact that he is your brother’s friend and he treats me more than a little sister, I think Cynthia and he have this thing going for them.”
“So?”
“So what”
“I mean do you feel anyhow about him because…”
“Because what”
“Answer my question first.”
“Finish your sentence first.”
“Okay, okay because you two looked like an item.”
“Are you sure that what you wanted to say”
“Why Is there anything that I am missing?”
“No”
“Ok then don’t divert, answer my question.”
“What if I choose not to?”
“Then I’d be force to conclude.”
“That”
“You know.”
“I don’t know.”
“So, are you answering or not?”
“Okay, he is just three handsome.”
“That doesn’t answer the question.”
“What do you want me to say?”
“How you feel about him?”
“No how.”
“Liar.”
“What do you say?”
“Liar, liar.”
“Okay, physical attraction.”
“Hmm.”
“Lust.”
“Hmm.”
“What! I mean I find him so manly I want to get down with him.”
“Continue.”
“It’s insane but I can’t help it. I feel his body calling me anytime we are together.”
“It’s not insane. I nearly slept with Dan on the first date but managed to wait till second date.”
“Zainab!”
“Well, it’s the truth.”
“But yours is different.”
“How different?”
“Every.”
“As how?”
“You guys meet and liked each other.”
“So?”
“We didn’t.”
“Continue.”
“My brother called him to come see me and to help me adjust. Michael does not even see me as a woman.”
“How do you know?”
“Well, the other day…I just know.”
“What happened the other day?”
“Oh, nothing.”
“Hmm.”
“Okay I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Alright, but know that whenever you need to talk I am always there.”
“Thanks.”
“You are not serious. I feel I’ve known you forever.”
“Me too.”
Silent companionship and we were sharing a cup of ice cold tea when the baby cried
“She’s awake,” Zainab said and there was no quietness in the house till she slept again.
We both went to attend to the baby and Zainab allowed me to bathe her, then she fed her.
I left their place later in the evening. It was a tiring but happy day. I invited the whole family over the next weekend and they agreed to come. I took my bath, prepared myself a meal of yam and scrambled eggs, then took out a new novel to make my day complete. I later slept off. I woke up early to go for my early morning jog and guess who I saw? Isaiah George. I don’t even know he was living down the terrace.
“Hey you,” he said.
“Lovely morning to you, Isaiah.”
“So you jog I have not seen you around before.”
“Yes, I just jog once in a while.”
“Eh, that’s ok. I have been telling my girl to join the jogging crew but she won’t listen.”
“But she has a good shape.”
“Oh, I know she does. We both decided that when she weighs more than a hundred pounds she should go on carrots and water.”
“Holy Moses, but that’s ridiculous.”
“You think so Check her out. I am vegetarian myself, by the way, there’s nothing bad in it.”
“Do vegetables help charm snakes, too” I asked
“You remember that I’m a snake charmer? That’s good, that’s good. Are you a Christian?”
“Yes, why”
“Nothing, which church do you attend?”
“No church.” I replied wanting to hear what he had to say
“Why You should attend church, in fact I am inviting you to my church. Are you married?”
“No.”
“I guessed as much.”
“meaning?”
“Well, you don’t attend any church and I put two and two together.”
“What exactly do you mean by that?” I asked
“See, most people like Christians and church is the best place to get a good person. You know, you go church and God will answer your prayers and God will know and love you.”
“In other words, you are saying that perhaps because I don’t go to church, I am a sinner and will eventually go to hell.”
“Practically yes, but…”
“Don’t worry, Isaiah, its nice talking to you but I have to go. See you some other time.”
“Wait. I have offended you.”
“No but I’ve got things to do,” I said and left. I was perplexed not even about his Christian orientation, this guy must be crazy. I mean they’ve got an issue, both him and his girlfriend. Upon all the delicious foods in the whole world. In fact, see his orientation. Can you believe that He really looks like the snake he is. Charming, he needs a charmer himself. And by the way, his girl must be a slowpoke, I am sure of that. Well, don’t think me bad, the guy himself is practically a dickhead. I need to go back to sleep. I can’t start my day like this. Really, I didn’t even bother jogging again. I just went back inside. Early Sunday morning and the first person I am meeting is a nitwit. What is today going to be like I was still thinking about that when I felt wet between my thighs. Alas, it was my red day, can you dig that I am meant to tender in my report for the week tomorrow then take off to Jalingo with Dan and this thing came. I mean today of all days I was going to the bathroom to wash myself, thinking what worse could happen when I slipped, fell and broke my ankle, see? I managed to crawl to the bathroom, at least that was a false alarm, it was only sweat so I struggled to shower, dressed, then i called the company’s hospital to report.
The visiting doctor said he would come right away so I sat down and waited for the inevitable. I knew I was going to be in a cast but I didn’t for now long. Man, Isaiah is such explosive bad luck. I felt like strangling the nonentity. The doctor came and took me to the hospital. They x-rayed my ankle. It was nothing much, just a sprain, but I would have to be in cast for a week. Just imagine! I got back home with the aid of crutches, prepared my notes, ironed, and cooked a delicious meal to send all the badness away from my life.
Food, I tell you is a cure for all stress, physical, psychological and emotional. And I don’t mean just food but a good and delicious balanced diet. After eating, I felt better. I felt like I could take on the world that I forgot that I had a sprained ankle. I jumped to get some music going and found myself on the floor and accompanying it was a very, very, I mean very sharp pain that made me remember my great-grandparents. I looked for two good minutes then I gave this satisfying scream. I enjoyed it. I sat on the same spot for twenty minutes before thinking of what to do. For somebody who had decided not to ever take alcohol again I was kidding. I crawled to the bar, picked a bottle of scotch and drank straight from the bottle. I later zonked out. When I opened my eyes it was five o’ clock Monday morning, imagine I slept for straight fourteen hours. Fortunately I didn’t have a hangover.
I took my bath and got ready for the day. I wore a posh suit then I could not find what shoes to wear. Finally I chose an acceptable deep red pair of flip-flops, and then called a cab to office. I got to the office looking so funny to myself in crutches and suit that I had this smirk on my face. Everyone thought I looked cute in the cast. My boss shifted my report then gave me two weeks’ leave for rest and proper treatment.
Cynthia dropped by and I had the day to myself doing nothing but lazing around. As I sat down to a chocolate bar my doorbell rang and I went to see who it was. Standing before me were a dozen white roses. I collected them from the delivery boy, signed and read the card inside. It said, “Don’t stress that leg, its beautiful, Michael.” My heart was slain and I felt as if I had just finished a 200-meter hurdle race.

hey, we are adults