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117. COUNTLESS.


Freedom! That word....if a lecture were to be delivered on it by a professor from Havard University in regards to the manipulative actions of Chioma and its results, he would have said; "Ladies and Gents, Freedom is the state of not being a slave to anyone..." And at the end of it, the audience would have made their palms suffer acrimoniously in the acts of clapping for him.

But if it were to be me, a Prof from Global College of Thunder and Lightening, I would have said; "Fellow Nigerians, Freedom is that funny feeling you have within you, when you wake up in the morning and remember that you've just paid the last of your debts the previous day..." And most of the audience would have donated their hard earned currencies to me in the acts of showing gratitude for that wonderful speech.

Truthfully, it was the former of the defination above that overwhelmed my mind during the post-Chioma's amnesia events. In simpler terms, I was truly free.

The following day, I took my time to search the nooks and crannies of Chioma's room just to get rid of any diabolical weapon she has in store for me. I found a medium-sized jar containing some liquid substance in her wardrobe. Out of curiousity, I gave it to a doctor to examine it for me. The following week, I went to his clinic to collect the analysis of the substance.

"the substance in the jar you gave me yesterday is called Tetradyzine." The doctor informed after I'd settled down on the divan chair infront of his desk.

"hmm....am I suppose to know what that means?" I asked with a squinted look.

"yes. I thought you said you are a student of Biochem in Unilag?" The doctor asked in reference to the excuse I gave him when I was giving him the substance the previous day.

"erm..erm..just pretend for one second that you are talking to a dullard. Please Doc explain it to me."

He displayed a moment of scepticism before he eventually adjusted his big lenses and began to explain.
"okay...Tetradyzine is a neuromuscular paralytic. It paralysis every muscular part of the body including the vocal cords. It can cause a muscular catastrophe if injected into a body more than three times...."

'So apparently, I was one injection away from being rendered useless by Chioma...'

"all this are what a science student from secondary school should know, but seeming as you don't strike me as one...care to tell me how you got that substance?" The doctor asked.

"you don't want to know doc...anyway thanks alot."

"you're welcome." He responded.

****

"hey..listen..I want that job done in the next twenty four hours or you won't like the tone of my voice anymore....get it done!" That was me lashing out emphatically at one of my employees. He was suppose to have done the clearance of the new SUV cars we bought the previous week but the idiot won't get it done on time and the customer that ordered for it is getting impatient.

"whats wrong with this guys..? When they are applying for job, they will be begging you with their inlaws kidney and sorts...give them the job and they start behaving like a direct cousin of the devil." I released a frustrated sigh and settled down on the bed.

"relax honey." Sarah said to me. She removed the duvet passwording her nak3d body and rolled over to my side before she started fondlìng my hairy chest. "you know, if there's anything bothering you, you can always cry on my shoulders or any other body parts..." She gave me a seductive look while bitting her lower lips. "don't let those idiots frustrate you honey..."

"I don't know whats wrong with him. He should've.." I was interrupted by the notification tone of my phone. I reached for it and saw a message on its screen. It reads: "am sorry am smiling whenever I see you. Am sorry am happy whenever you are near. Am sorry that cupid has made its hit. Am sorry I love you. I can't help it. Rita."

I released a low chuckling sound after reading the message again.

"whats that?" Sarah asked after seeing the amusement smile on my face.

"nothing jare...." I replied facing her. She shot me a sceptical look and continued scrolling my chest with her soft palms.

"okay...but if you want to talk about it...am here." She said and placed her head on my chest.

"hmmm." I gave her a peck on the forehead.

***

Let me tell you about the latest events in my love life. Its been almost 2years now after Chioma's amnesia. I was fast approaching 34years of age. And as you know, typical nigerian mothers, thats when they start growing increasingly concerned about your relationship life especially if you're yet to present your spouse to them.

Gawd knows, I've tried my best finding someone whose feelings towards me isn't mixed in infatuation about my looks or wealth. Someone that can just love me for who I am.

But the only types have seen so far are;

Me-why do you love me?

Her- Cos you're hansome.

Me- Get lost.

With another lady after 3months.

Me- why do you love me?

Her- well, you really impressed me on Vals day.

Me- Get out of my sight! Now!

Meeting another lady some months thereafter.

Me- Why did you love me?

Her- well, cos you have a very handsome shadow.

Me- my shadow is handsome?

Her- yes dear. Thats why I....

Me- Look here...If I ever see your face again, I'll make you suffer to the extent that the devil himself will have a reason to weep for you. Get out!

Even with all my extreme good looks and wealth, apparently getting a true love continues to elude the mighty Darous.

I would have married the Sarah I mentioned earlier. But she's someone that likes acting very eager to please, always trying to impress, and sexually over-compensating.

Can't I just get someone that can love me unconditionally? A love with no strings attatched? A university of love without any condition of compulsory cut off marks before I can enrol? A lot of questions but apparently needed only one answer. I needed someone Joke-lic. In simpler understandable terms, I need someone like Joke!

I remembered our past times together. Her smile, voice, care and affection. I realised that my heart was beating differently the moment I started thinking of her and to me, that meant one thing; I Love Her.

Its on that note that I began searching everywhere searchable for Joke, the woman that once showed me a glimpse of what love really means.

I've checked her on Mark Zuckerberg's company (facebook) where we met years ago but apparently the last time she came to work was before Buhari became the president and which happens to be the time I was living in their house.

I tried calling her sister's number but hers too proved unsucessful.

Attending to the last resort of taking the risk of facing Doris, her mum, I went to their house and it was the gateman I met there that informed me that the house now belongs to a new owner.

The same information was what I get when I visited their super mart.

I was beginning to come to terms with the fact that I might never see her again until providence decided to bring us back together at one big event organised by the Human Rights Bodies of West Africa therein Lagos. I was invited as a very important guest due to my reputation as the co-founder of DARDOYIN's Home for the Needy.

Two hours into the event, the Mc collected the microphone from the last speaker and began to talk.

"next on the list here before me, is a woman like no other. This woman has been one of the prominent advocates of Human Rights in Canada until she was transferred back into this country two weeks ago for the very purpose of this occasion." He paused briefly and let out a wide grin. "Distinguish ladies and gents, join me together in welcoming to the rostrum, Miss Adejoke Charles...a round of applause for her please."

At first, the name meant no significant meaning to me.
I just joined in the classwork of applause that the Mc gave us. But when the woman have been searching for all this years stood elegantly and more beautifully than ever before my unbelievable eyes on the rostrum, I had no choice than to change a simple round of applause to all shapes of applause.

Then, it began to seem as if clapping alone is no longer capable of quenching my excitement, then I subconcsiously introduced a new variable of hooting and shouting to the equation until a bouncer's gentle tap on my shoulder quelled me.

I did more of staring than listen at her, throughout her moments on the rostrum where she gave some reports of her groups achievements in Canada.

The remaining two hours left for the event's ship to reach its shore suddenly seems like the long awaited return of Jhesus Khrist. But eventually it did.

I studied all her movements after the events with keen eyes as I was very determined to see her.

Most of the prominent guests were showering her with gifts and hugs in congrats of her remarkable achievement in Canada.

I waited for the perfect time to approach her. Soon the awaited time arrived.

She was heading towards the exit when I walked confidently towards her.

Her cologne perfurated my nostrills and I was becoming spellbound with her extreme beauty.

Confident that she once had some feelings for me, I took the final steps and placed a gentle tap on her shoulder as she was about to enter the final exit of the big Leicone Hall.

She turned around slowly with a smile to face someone she probably expected to be another well wisher.

The smile on her face disappeared faster and was replaced quickly with a shock striken one as she set her eyes on me.
"what tha hell!" That sounded more like a lamentation than question.

Brimming with smile and over confidence, I approached her with the intention of a hug but the slap that landed on my face before I could accomplish the motion was an unexpected one.

"don't you ever dare to touch me." She declared emphatically with a very mean look, and I was left to ask myself, Is this Joke or someone else?.

Although, its an awful truth, but lets face it, guy...My past is back in full force to hunt me.


TBC.

dsimple1:
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116. COUNTLESS.


Time for Plan B.


***

6 days Later.


'To fight the UNTHINKABLE, you have to be willing and ready to do the UNTHINKABLE.' Chioma's refusal to get rid of those incriminating pictures was what prompted me to resort to that phrasal determination you just read.

***

"why are you crying?." I questioned Chioma the moment I walked into the sitting room and found her crying on the sofa. I just came back from office where I had endured an hectic day a result of the invasion from the Costoms at one of my Vehicle companies which took some hours to get solved. I met Chioma in the sitting room watching T.v with undivided attention and to avoid disturbing her, I headed straight to upstairs to my room to have a nice shower and change of cloths. Only to come back now to see her sniffing and crying. Since she's now part of my life, even though I prayed it to be a temporary one. I still had an obligation to tend to her worries. You know, based on past encounters with her, her H.I.V, if not quickly taken care of could become my AIDs. It was on that note, or textbook or whatever type of book you want to call it that I hurriedly approach her to find out whats wrong.

"Chy...talk to me...whats wrong with you..?" I asked again, when I realise that she wasn't ready to talk. She was really crying profusely. Who could have ever thought that the devil still has a crying app in her heart.

She sniffed hard and long enough for me to sit down beside her and started patting her on the back.

Then I remembered what we discussed jovially the previous night and wonder if that might be the cause of her cries.

"Chioma, pls stop crying... Don't tell me you're taking what I said yesterday seriously..." I paused to check her reaction but she only glanced at me briefly and restraightened her gaze forward.
"com'on...am joking ni nau...am not buying any sex doll to replace you nau...I thought you knew I was only trying to tease out the jealousy in you..."

"its....its....not that..." She manage to stutter that out.

Leaning closely, I asked her. "then what is it?"

"its...its...." She drew in a longful breath and wiped off the tear in her face.

Getting impatient, I asked."its who? What happened?"

"its Arthur....ah..gawd...damn it!.." She voiced out angrily.

Confusedly curious, I asked again. "what? Which Arthur..."

"How can he die like that?..." She leaned forward and it wasn't until she picked the remote controller of the dvd and after she pressed resume on it that I finally realise that her stupidity was out of this world.

I felt like slapping that her head wey long like the devil's walking stick to coma. How can she be crying because someone died in a movie. Help me ask her, is Arthur her family member? Abi na Merlin she relate with? She come dey cry because of a written script.

"how can they let him die like that..? When will albion be born now?" She faced me and gave me an inquiry look.

"2045. When you've probably retreive your senses." I stated mentally and stood up. I walked towards the dinning where my food was placed and began to eat.

I watched with the corner of my left eye as she continue lamenting about what happened at the end of MERLIN.

I was almost through with my dinner when the loud notification tone of the gate bell interrupted us.

I cast a glance at the heart-shaped wall clock to check the time. It was 23:00.

"are you expecting someone?" I asked Chioma who was still sitting infront of the T.v obviously still in grief of Arthur's death. Judging by the level of her stupidity, I won't be suprised if she decides to attend his funeral at Camelot.

"what? Who would I be expe..." She was interrupted by the gatebell again.

"well I don't know. It might be one of your boyfriends." I stated with a nonchallant tone.

"you're not serious. You think because you refuse to sleep with me, I will now be bringing..."

The ring rang again. I quickly washed my hands at the dinning sink and made to attend to the gate.

"where are you going?" Chioma asked when I was about opening the door to get out after I'd picked the gate's remote controller.

"to the gate na..."

"don't even think about..." The rest of her words trailed off as I closed the door and approach the gate.

***

The effect of the heavy push sent me stumbling into the sitting room. I nearly collided with the glass table situated in the middle before my body automatically marched its break.

"what tha hell is..." Chioma voiced at the new turn of events.

"get on your knees! Now!" The man behind the mask commanded.

I complied quickly and watched as Chioma with a frightened look and haste, got on her knees and started panicking.

"where's the lawyer's pictures!? where did you keep it!?" The second man barked out pointing his pistol at Chioma's face. His voice sending cold shivers down her spine. The first man stood closely beside Chioma with his gun romancing her sidehead.

"I...I...don't have...any pictures please..." Chioma stammered in a pleading tone.
"Liar!" The man thundered and once again, the effects of his coarsive voice could be felt running marathonically across the whole living room.

"no...am...am not...." Chioma pleaded again amid sobs.

"Kazy..." The man called his accomplice.

"yes." Kazy answered without missing gaze with Chioma.

"do you still have that ability to slap someone till they start telling you their virginity status?"

"am not sure...but we can find out..." He replied with a crooked grin which can be seen visibly behind the mask covering his face.

"am not lying... I don't have it anymore." Chioma stated sounding highly frightened.

"then you have nothing to worry about." He bent down and whispered some words in Chioma's ears. "the fear of Kazy's slap is the beginning of wisdom."

He concluded and got up. Untold amount of fear could be visibly seen on Chioma's face as the man's words began to form neck-twisting meanings in her mind.

"you have my green light Kazy...go ahead." He ordered and stepped back, leaving enough space for Kazy to mount position before Chioma who was carrying a pitiful look on her face.

"Darous...do something...please..." She begged with a sorry look on her face as Kazy was about to start.

"what do you want me to do?...?" I asked in a fretting tone.

"bottle...get some..." She was saying when a slap interrupted the actions of her vocal cords. She yelped in pain and I felt sorry for her. She longed for me to do something but there's nothing I could do. Or so I thought.

"please...make it stop..."

"again!" The man ordered again. And Kazy complied while Chioma continue to beg further.

"give them what they want Chy...thats what can stop them..." I stated in an attempt to make her succumb to their demands.

She looked at me painfully. "okay...okay...I will give you. Just...just stop..."

The man motioned for Kazy to step aside and stepped back in position.
"where is it then?

"in my room."

"take us to your room..." The man commanded her and we all headed to her room.

*

"is this all you have?" The man asked her after she had directed them to where she's been keeping all the photos. Kazy brought everything his hand could get out from inside the big matteress in her room. She had stucked all the pictures of me and the lawyer into a part of the bed she tore.

"yes...thats all..." She replied.

"or you want me to let Kazy's hand to compell you to another truth?"

"no...am not lying...please believe me...." She pleaded and there was an undoubtable amount of sincerity in her voice.

"wow! Thank gawd!"

The next thing I heard after I made that relief statement was the sound of Chioma's body colliding with the wall and falling to the floor on her head.

I spun around and saw a crooked smile on Kazy's face.

"what was that for? That wasn't part of the plan..." I fired at them both.

"you idiot...you just blow your cover and Kazy had to clean your mess." Jide fired at me and it was then that I realise I shouldn't have said that statement of relief.

"her head is bleeding." Kazy informed us and I quickly marched towards her.

"help me..." I voiced as I prepared to take her to the hospital.

**

"she's out of danger zone...you can now relax your mind. Mr Darous...but we think she might have suffered some memory loss due to the effect from the fall down the stairs." The doctor informed me some hours after Chioma was taken to the operation room. I'd earlier told them that she fell off the stairs in the house. "but we will still have to carry out some test on her...got to go..." With that he disappeared out of sight.

I heaved a deep sigh and sat down on the chair inside the waiting room.

I brought out my phone and dial Jide's number.

"hows she?" He asked after picking the call.

"she's fine now...have you gotten back home?" I questioned.

"no...but almost...the photos are under the 3 seater sofa...thats where Kazy kept it." He informed.

"alright thanks for everything. I really appreciate your help."

"don't bother bro...its a pleasure helping you. Call me anytime you need me."

"sure...greet Dylan for me." With that, the call ended.

"you can see her now. She's awake." A nurse informed me. I rose up and marched to her ward.

I got inside and saw her staring awkwardly at the ceiling before my collision with the plastic chair announced my presence to her. I moved closer to her and sat beside her bed.

All the while, she stared at me confusedly before asking softly.

"Who are you?" I was shocked to hear that.

"Am angel shekau. Have been waiting for you to wake up so that I can lead you straight to hell. You this b!tch!" I wanted to tell that to her but something held me back. So I just smiled.

"get out please...I don't know you!." She shouted untop her voice.

I stood up with a smirky look and began walking out of the ward.

"Karma has finally found a hole where he can stuck his raging boner in your arsehole Chioma!" I mumbled after getting inside my car. "enjoy his endless inches b!tch!" I ended and zoomed off.


TBC

115. COUNTLESS.


I was still in deep thoughts before Chioma said, "you have your options..." She paused and stood up. "weigh them..." She took some steps forward and stopped beside me. "and Darous, I'll be staying in the guest room for the meantime." She ended and ambled away from sight.

I sank myself on the sofa. Loose my shirt buttons and rested my head on the chair's backrest.

Despite the fact that the air conditioner was doing its work perfectly, cold sweats still manuevered their way to my forehead.

Turning down her marriage offer will only give her the speedy motivation needed to send those life-ending pics to the police. And marrying her might even be more disastrous. She can kill me anytime and claim everything!

"geeez!" I mumbled out. "what am I going to do?..." I cussed loudly as I folded my arms below my chest. My lower lips stucked under the confinements of my upper teeths.

One of the things I normally do to allievate my worries whenever I find myself in complicated situations like that is to either watch film or fvck pvssy. But since the latter wasn't available right there, I only have the former at my grasp.

I slotted the season 4 of Arrow into the disc tray of my home-theater DvD and redressed myself on the sofa as the movie continued from its last memory.

Some moments into the film and it was the words of Amanda Waller, to Oliver Queen that got my attention. She said and I quote.
"there are people in this world who deal only in the extremes. Its naive to think that anything less than extreme measures will stop them."

You have no idea, how soothing those words later proved in reference to my situation with Chioma. I've tried everything morally possible to get her to destroy those pics but she was proving to be unyielding. I've searched her phone, her belongings but couldn't find it.

But putting the quote above into action, here is the details of how I got out of her blackmailing clutch.

Just chill out, re-adjust your phone, get some popcorns in a plate and hypo in a glass cup. Take a sip and relax. Believe me thats the best thing you need right now.

***

"brother Darous, am I right?" The pastor asked pointing a finger at me while I was sitting on the chair in front of him.

"yes sir...the spirit is very right on that sir..." I replied softly with a smarmy smile.

"heaven be blessed. Good.." Turning to Chioma, who was also sitting closely beside me, he asked, "and you Chioma, what can I do for you my daughter?"

I turned the steering of my head towards Chioma and began listening to her explanations.

"God bless you sir...." She prayed and the Pastor and I chorused 'amen' before she continued with enthusiasm clearly written on her face. "sir, Darous and I are getting married next few months."

"wow! Heavens name be glorified." The pastor interrupted her with those words of gratitude.

"so, we've both come here to receive the blessings from above sir." She ended with one knee on the floor, which obviously shifted her skimpy short skirt back to her thighs and thereby revealing one of the fastest shortcuts to hell to the pastor.

The pastor seeming uneasy with the express of hell that Chioma was showing to him, quickly turned towards me and beckoned her to have her seat.

"hum-hun". The pastor cleared his throat."is that true, Brother Darous?" He asked me.

"yes sir!....we are here to let heaven be our Uber on this issue..please help us" I attested with a smile.

"Uber?" He asked with confusion on his adult face.

"yes...I mean heaven to be our guide.."

"alright...thats a wise choice my dear....heaven seriously frowns at any marriage that doesn't have its endorsement. But now that you have both come for heaven's blessings on your marriage, so shall it be with you in Ghesus name."

"amen." Chioma and I chorused.

"let us pray..." He rose up and began talking in the only way heaven understands. After 4minutes of the prayer session, the pastor began to talk in strange language that got me thinking if thats also part of praying protocols.

Then he was quiet all of a sudden and ended the prayer thereafter.

"have your seats my children." The pastor gestured and also did the same.

"thank you sir." We chorused.

"you're welcome my children." He cleared his lung expressway again and continued slowly. "while I was praying, heaven revealed so many things to me." He paused to study our expression. He then continued.
"the marriage will be fruitful and also a success...but that will only happen after you've both decide to trust eachother. Heaven says, you people do not trust one another." Chioma and I both exchange glances and focused back on the pastor. "what I want you to do is, go home, talk to eachother, reveal hidden secrets, things that you know can destroy your marriage in the future if revealed by any third party. And only after doing all that and when there's no more confinements of dark secrets or weapons between you can heaven finally release its unlimited blessings into your home."

Chioma cast me a thoughtful look. It was visibly written on her face that the pastors words have magnetted itself into her mind.

"can you do that?" The pastor asked and we both nodded affirmatively. "its well with you. Heed the advice of heaven and see miracles start taking dramatic turns in your lives. Bye."

I thrusted my hands into my pocket and brought out my wallet.

I opened it and counted 20pieces of 1000naira notes. I offered them to the pastor but he declined cheerfully saying, anything given by Gawd is for free.

'shango are you hearing this? See how Gawd is doing things for free o.

The one wey person go ask you to send ordinary thunder to fire that fat Mr Habeeb wey dey always fart endlessly during board meetings, wey you go dey ask for 500naira recharge card and new pin mouth charger.....continue o.' I thought during the momentary period of the pastors rejection of the money.

We got home around 8pm on that said day. No thanks to the heavy hold up from Asero road down to Eleweran.

We said nothing to eachother during the drive home albeit Chioma tried striking up a conversation concerning what the pastor said but I objected, as the need to concentrate more on the road to avoid unnecessary accident far outweighs what can be discussed at home.

After dinner, Chioma came down to the living room to discuss with me.

"so who goes first?" She asked after settling down on the double seater sofa adjacent my position. I shifted my gaze from the T.v to her with a questioning look and she added. "the confessation things nau." She stressed in a reminding tone.

I noticed she was really engrossed in what the pastor asked us to do. Hopefully, I wish to take advantage of that weakness in her.

"ah.." I sighed. "ladies first then. But before we go on, don't you think we need something solemn to make it more compelling for us to confess the truth?" She seems to ponder on my statement momentarily before talking.

"what do you have in mind?"

"you brought this idea of seeing a pastor up. So you should be the one to produce whats needed."

"hmmm..." She stood up and began walking towards the stairs.

"where're you going?" I asked turning my neck to see her.

"to get a bible na." She replied.

"you brought a bible into my house? Without informing me?"

"nope. I didn't." She replied, still standing against the steps.

"then where do you intend to get a bible in this house?"

"don't tell me you don't have a bible in this big house..." With a squinted look, she continued. "ta..ta..ta..ta...no wonder the devil has been playing dice with you all this while."

"really?.." I said with a scoff and a sarcastic look all over her. "how so true." I concluded and steered my neck back to its comfort zone.

"anyway...we need something...." She walked back to her seat. "wait, I have a bible application on my phone...." She picked her phone on the table and started pressing it. Soon after, she grinned and moved closer to me with the phone in her hand. Bringing the screen to my face, she began scrolling it until she got to a certain page.
"see this is the book of Exodus. Moses wrote this..."

"which Moses? Victor Moses or Moses Simon?" I asked with a smile but She just gave me a smirky face and hissed before she replied.

"you need to be serious on this matter...this is a sacred issue and you're here cracking jokes."

"am sorry...please continue."

"okay. We just need to kiss the screen of the phone before we make the confessions. And hopefully, heaven will endorse our e-bible..."

"okay..."

"ladies first abi?" She asked as she got ready to start.

"sure." I encouraged her with a smile.

Don't let me bother you about the epistle of her confessions.

She did reveal a lot of things. Most importantly she told me how she already planned to kill me after we've gotten married and claim my wealth for herself thereafter.

You have no idea how happy I was to hear that. But I didn't let that distract me from my initial plan so I asked her this question.

"so what will you do now? Are you still going to kill me?"

"tatatata...no I won't. What purpose will that serve? I see no reason to, since you've already commited to this relationship..." I grinned widely at her and she raised her right arm before her face and added, "but...if you ever give me any reason to doubt you...I won't hesitate to arrange your meeting with your wife." She ended with a fake smile.

"are you threatening me?"

"relax...just kidding....what else do you want to ask before your turn?" She questioned while dropping the phone to her laps.

I cleared my throat and said. "what about those pics?..."

"yes....what about them?"

"do you still have them?..."

"and what if I do?" She placed her elbows on her laps and rested her chin on her palms.

"so you still plan on destroying me with that?...aren't you suppose to have...."

"get rid of it?" She cuts in.

"yes...cos if you don't...there's no sense in this marriage."

"thats never going to happen." She declared firmly.


TBC.