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Ade's Chronicle 29.
Rotimi dialled the Dr's number and we
watched as he anxiously waited for the
connecting tone. My chest was palpitating
madly. Anxiety was written all over Shola's
face.
''Mtchewwww.'' Rotimi gave the longest hiss
I had ever heard from him.
''My credit don finish sha, I no know say
money no dey there.'' He said looking angry
and distraught at the same time.
''Let's even get out of here. I wouldn't want
anybody to chance upon our call or disturb
when it is on. Let's get to one of the old
classes and we would get a recharge card on
the way. Don't worry guys, the bill's on me.''
Shola said and led the way out of the
staffroom which truly by then was begining
to fill up. I agreed with her decision to let us
make the call outside the room. Who knows,
one of those three girls might get so brave
to come in due to the incidents of the
previous night which I knew Bunmi would
have relayed to the other two.
We got the recharge cards and headed to
one of the abandoned classes in the school.
One good thing about the school was that
despite their non usage, the classes were
kept clean and tidy always. Their doors are
also closed but not locked. A lot happens in
those classes which are unprintable.
We got in and settled severally. I on the first
chair I saw, Shola on a table in the second
row and Rotimi on another chair in the third
row of seats. Graveyard silence took over as
Rotimi minded the phone while we looked at
him with our hearts threatening to come out
of our mouths.
''Hello sir!'' Rotimi said into the mouthpiece
after the phone connected. He eased his
Samsung Galaxy into the speaker mode and
placed it on the table. It was loud and we all
heard the crystal clear voice of Dr. Tanimowo,
playful as always.
''Ah! Rotimi Ogidiolu, omo nla. How you dey
o? Abi is that not how you and that crook
twin of yours say it?''
''Sir, you dey correct. He dey fine and he dey
hail you.'' Rotimi replied in pidgin.
Dr. Tanimowo admires the ease with which
Rotimi and I converse in pidgin and mocks
us with it each time he has the opportunity.
''Sir, I called you because we have a
problem...''
''Nah! I have told you that problems don't
exist, we have challenges. Problems don't
exist. Okay? If it's about problem let me out
of it.'' Dr. Tanimowo cut in emphasising his
all time cliche.
''Sorry sir, don't mind my chicken brain.''
Rotimi said laughing.
''What's your challenge? I am all ears.''
Rotimi went into the details of how it all
started with Bunmi, his escapades with her,
their advance towards me and the ultimate
link with Shola and her revelations.
All through the conversation, in which the Dr.
interjected with expressions of surprise or
pity, Shola and I were silent.
Then when Rotimi talked about Shola
commiting suicide, Dr. Tanimowo requested
to speak to her. That was when she was
given the phone.
He asked us to take the phone out of its
speaker mode and as such we could not
hear what he had said to her. Only short
answers of 'Yes' and 'No' was what we
could hear. But by the time she dropped the
phone and we put it back in speaker, she
was obviously light hearted. Then Dr.
Tanimowo said,
''On the three girls, they would carry out
their threats but as my boys, you must not
allow them. Go straight to the Principal's
office and tell him everything.''
''Sir?'' I shouted.
''Ade! You will never change. Wait and let me
talk.
Go to him, and tell him that you have noticed
some ill acts among his staff and students
that needed to be nipped in the bud soonest
through counselling.
Don't tell the girls anything. Just don't do
anything other than teacher-student things.
That will tell them you are no more
interested. They will head to the principal to
blackmail you but it won't work.
Tell the Principal that a counselling unit is
needed in the school and that you have
invited an expert Psychologist who will be
around for two days to help, Thursday and
Friday, all you need is his permission and
adjustment in the timetable.
By that, I will be able to talk to the parties
that need help, Shola, Folake and her friend,
Bunmi and her friends and other little
people. So the girls will be able to leave you
alone and the principal will respect you
more.
What's today?''
''Tuesday sir.'' Shola replied.
''Expect me on Thursday. Run to your
Principal now and tell him. Shola, do those
things I said earlier and don't die before I
come around, Okay?''
''Yes sir. Thank you sir.'' Shola replied
laughing.
''Ade, you have not enjoyed at all. That's
good. Don't enjoy before I come o. You don
hear?''
''Yes sir.'' I replied, an obvious grin on my
face.
''Rotimi, the bad sharp guy. You have quickly
eaten yours and you are now backing out.
Well done. See you all later.''
''Thank you sir.'' We all chorused and ended
the call. It had lasted for more than an hour.
We left the class lighter and happier. Shola
was thanking us profusely as we told her to
attend her lectures while Rotimi and I rushed
immediately to the Principal's office...
© Yettocome™ 2013.

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Ade's Chronicle 28.
We got to school the next day and resumed
activities as usual. We went about our duties
with a kind of flair that I knew the other
teachers would have been thinking that
either of us had won a jackpot. The students
too would have likely thought it was the
birthday of one of us. We were so light
headed and full of smile that we surprised
even ourselves. Rotimi who was on duty that
week left all latecomers to go scot free. That
was how we do after getting out of troubles.
But were we really out of this?
The morning assembly came and went
likewise the daily staff briefing. Then all
dispersed to the classes where they had the
first period while the others left for the
staffroom. We left for the staffroom as we
both had second period that day.
As we entered, we found Shola at her desk
and greeted her. She was looking for
something under her table and as such did
not see us until we greeted. Her face beamed
into a smile as she replied our greeting. But I
noticed that she had a tear-stained face. An
evidence that she had been crying all
morning. Little wonder she was absent at
both the assembly and morning briefing.
I tapped Rotimi who was looking at Folake
who also was wondering why Rotimi took a
sudden interest in her. He smiled at her and
followed me to Shola.
''Why the tears this early morning Shola?
What happened again?'' I asked as I settled
my bums on her table.
She knew her cover had been blown, hence,
little essence for lying. She could not look up
but instead of talking, she burst into another
fit of crying. Rotimi bent down and took her
hands from her laps where she had placed
them into his and began soothing and
pacifying her.
''You don't need all these, Shola, you should
be happy that you got it off your mind and
into the right hands. We are now your
friends and we share your sorrow. Just let us
help you and you won't regret. But that
would only be possible if you stop being
apologetic and you stop shedding this
tears.''
''Rotimi, thank you but I don't think there
can be solutions to this my urge. I had it
again this morning and I had almost called
Bunmi when I saw you both. It was hard to
fight that was why I couldn't leave this room.
I am tired of my life. I feel like dying.''
I stood up from the table and joined Rotimi
in the squatting position. It was time we
played our trump card. We could not afford
to let her die. She had begun to show signs
of depression and we needed to help her
fast. I hoped that could cool her before we
talked to the Doctor.
''Shola,'' I called.
''You don't need this talk of death, okay? We
are here for you and guess what?'' Her face
wore a scowl as my words hit her
consciousness.
''What's it Ade? I can't guess anything now.''
She replied.
''We have found a way to help you overcome
the urge and feelings. Not only you,
everybody. Including that one over there and
her friend and Bunmi and the rest.'' I said
pointing at Folake.
''I don't believe you. You are trying to get me
happy, right?'' She said not believing my
words.
''Babe, it's the whole truth. We would call a
psychologist who would talk to you and help
you get out of this mess, Shola. We battled
through thoughts yesternight before getting
that solution. Judt trust us and don't do
anything silly until our efforts have failed. It
would kill us if we see you hurt yourself
without trying to get help first.'' Rotimi
pleaded looking straight into her misty eyes.
She was happy. She jumped up and hugged
us and gave us each a peck.
''Thank you guys. I promise to foot all the
bills and I promise to wait till it fails before
killing myself. Though I pray it works. You
are good guys. I will owe my life to you if I
get over this mess.'' She ranted on and aon
in appreciation while I prayed that it works
out well. It would all amount to waste of
things if Shola should end up dead after all
our efforts. I pray it works.
''When am I talking to the Doctor?'' She
asked an obvious question.
''Today. We shall call him today and the three
of us shall tell him all what happened and all
those involved. I know he will get a solution
to this challenge.'' Rotimi said.
Shola manifested a sign of speedy change
from the moody and dull Shola to one full
and bouncing with energy as she ran to the
tap to wash her face before dabbing a little
powder which is synonymous with her.
Another thing that captivated me about her.
She never used make ups. The maximum she
wears of make ups are the brown and white
powder and the lip gloss. Despite these, she
was still very beautiful. She was unlike my
fiancee, who painted all paintables. How I
dislike it!
We all went to our classes and agreed to
meet during the break time to make the call
we hope would change the life of some
individuals who we have come to see as
victims of circumstances and societal
inadequacies.
Break time came and the three of us
gathered in the staffroom. Rotimi brought
out his phone to make the call. He had dialled
the number with Shola and I waiting...
© Yettocome™ 2013

Really, it's lack of comment that is making me not to really be motivated to update. But sha, make una talk na. Abi nobody dey read am again make I kuku delete am comot.

Shurt man: Abeg oga yettocome,come update na

This is a very interesting story. I'm held spellbound. Please put me outta ma misery and update. Thanks.

~shurt man™

Make I knack u another for ya enjoyment

Ade's Chronicle 27.
Rotimi's call to me brought me out of the
deep thought I was in. Food was out of the
question for us that night. Brainstorming
had a way of making you hungry yet you
wouldn't feel it.
''How we go take do this thing?'' Rotimi
asked a JAMB question for the umpteenth
time. He had been pacing the length and
breadth of our room since we entered from
Shola's house. He was murmuring
incoherent words to himself, a habit he
exhibits when he is tensed and confused as
well as trying to fashion out solutions to
problems. In the middle of the murmuring,
he would talk aloud to anyone who is lucky
to be present with him. The words are
usually final statements or foolish questions.
So as he asked his questions, I just kept
silent in the corner where I sat brooding and
thinking. NEPA made things worse as there
was no power supply. We did not even
bother to put on any light hence the room
was as black as anything.
At around eight p.m, Rotimi's phone rang. He
ran to pick it up and found out that it was
Bunmi. In the darkness, with the aid of the
light from his phone, I could see a frown on
his face as he fought with himself on
whether to pick the call or not. The phone
rang out. Just as he was about to drop it, it
rang again.
''Ol boy, pick am make we hear wetin she
wan talk.'' I had said.
''If the thing go vex you, carry am gi'me
make I follow am yearn. You get am so?'' I
said again.
By then, the call was coming in for the third
time. He picked it and said, ''Hello!'' Rotimi
said into the speaker.
''Hello sir, how are you sir? Hope you and sir
Ade are okay? You got me worried. I came
home and waited till around six. I called your
lines and you two weren't picking up. Sir,
you made me scared. What happened?'' She
ranted on without waiting for and answer.
''Nothing extraordinary happened. We were
busy that was why we couldn't pick your
calls. We were having a discussion you
would soon know about. When the time
comes you will know. Just be prepared and
relax. Okay?'' Rotimi explained.
To be candid, his explanation to the girl
baffled me but I knew his mind was made
up. He would not sleep with Bunmi again for
anything in the world and that was why he
told her to look forward to the discussion.
''Okay sir. Since you are both after our
goodness, I shall wait and relay it to the
others. Thanks sir. Good night and sweet
dreams sir. Regards to Sir Ade.'' Bunmi said
unaware that I had listened in on the call all
through. Rotimi had put it on speaker
immediately he picked it.
''Good night,'' Rotimi said and ended the call.
He dropped the phone and resumed his
pacing. Soon, I was also lost in my own
thoughts.
After about an hour of brain wracking, hard
and stressed thinking, an idea occured to
me. It was to seek professional help from
one of our lecturers.
Dr. Tanimowo Olumide was a doctor of
Psychology. He had been our lecturer in our
third year. We became known to him
through our foolish acts in his class because
we had thought that his course was just an
addition to our total course units. It was a
borrowed course. He had taken to us and we
had become regulars in his office. He was
even on our reference list. How we had
forgotten about him till then escaped me.
Thank God we still remembered on time
before our 24 hours elapsed.
''Ol boy, come I don see solution. Na Dr.
Tanimowo we go tell. Him go get solution for
us.'' I told Rotimi the outcome of my thought.
He was elated.
''Haba! Ade, see us o! We be serious mumu
o, see as we get hoe for house come dey use
our hands pack shit. Ol boy, to talk say we
still greet am last week o. Boy, you be genius
o. I too like you. If you no be my friend eh, I
fit commit suicide o. Thank you padi mi. My
head don dull o. Na you dey always save us
from any shit wey we enter. The next one na
me go solve am.'' He ranted on elatedly.
I laughed as he made me remember
previous troubles we had both fallen into. In
secondary school, we were one week, one
trouble and in the university, we had gotten
into numerous troubles with either the
lecturers or our fellow students and even the
dare-devil cultists in our school. One way or
the other, we had always wriggled out of
them through inspiration from either of us.
But the funny thing was that the brain
behind the escape would credit it to the
other. Such was our ways.
With solution now in sight, we remembered
that the last meal we had was in the school
during the break. Hunger had sewn a
garment in our stomachs.
Just then NEPA brought back power and
everywhere was flooded with light. We
headed to the kitchen to take garri and
water before heading to the streets to get
Suya to accompany it on the night journey
we were about to send it.
We tackled our food and cleared up before
heading to bed peacefully after deciding to
place a call through to Dr. Tanomowo in
school the next day.
Meanwhile, all actions with the girls were
suspended till further notice.
Morning came and we went to school with
renewed vigour to tackle the day..
© Yettocome™ 2013

Ade's Chronicle 26.
I was not that better off than Rotimi because
I also sweating profusely as one who just
faced the bakerman's oven. I was still sitting
on the chair but it couldn't contain me again.
I just don't know how I was still on the chair.
It was all captivating.
Shola was still crying. Now, it had become a
rain of tears as the floodgates of tears were
opened and the waters flowing ceaselessly
therefrom. It was a pitiable sight!
She continued recounting her tale,
''When I became ten years old, my step
mother became extra nice to me. The reason
was not known to me until one particular
day.''
At this juncture, another round of tears were
opened from the tap of endless tears from
Shola's eyes. I was also so moved that I never
knew when tears were flowing from my
eyes. Rotimi got up sluggishly from the rug
he sat on and went towards Shola. She made
no attempt to stop him. He encircled his arms
around her neck and muttered words of
consolation. ''Sorry Shola,'' was all he kept
saying as he shed tears of comaradarie.
After what seemed like ages, Shola got
herself back and continued her story.
''One night, I was sleeping peacefully in my
room. That room over there,'' she pointed to
the door leading to the rooms.
''I was sleeping when I felt something
creeping up between my legs. I thought I
was dreaming till I could bear it no more and
I woke up. I was startled to see my stepMum,
Yinka, kneeling on my bed with her fingers
probing my pubic region. I looked at her
inquiringly but she smiled and put her index
finger to her lips saying I should keep quiet. I
asked her what it was but before I could
protest her foolish and lame reply, she had
pounced on me kissing and tearing the night
dress I wore. I shouted but no one could
help me. Dad had travelled. She had her way
with me using one stick-like thing to prod
my parts, I later learnt it was called a Love Machine.
She used the thing too to satisfy herself as I
sat crying on my bed. She later asked me to
tell no one. She said if I do, she would kill me.
That was how it became a regular occurence
between my step mother and I and it went
on for years. That was how I learnt about
lesbianism but you know what guys? Deep
inside me, I hated the act because I felt it
wasn't natural and I enjoyed intomacy with
men more than with females but it has been
engrained in me that I just can't help but do
it.'' She finally told us. Surprisingly, she did
not cry again rather she smiled as she
watched as we opened our mouths in
disbelief.
''My stepmum was killed in a car crash with
dad and her daughter along the Abuja-
Lokoja road. I was in the University then. She
had told dad to drive from Abuja to Lagos
after a wekend holiday they had when I was
in school. I was happy she died because she
made me who I am today. And to make
matters worse, her daughter too had learnt
the act from her. Dad never knew till he died
and you two will be the first people I will be
telling since I was raped and inducted into
the act. But I just don't know why I keep
spreading it to young girls. I just feel it is
natural to sleep with young people both
boys and girls.'' She paused to drink water.
Then she said, ''Ade and Rotimi. I think I
need help. I want to stop this act of
peadophilia and bisexualism. Folake and the
other girl are my partners but I am ready to
ditch them if need be. I want a straight life. I
want to be a model to the young girls. Bola,
Bunmi and Bimbo are my current victims, I
am ready to stop with them. Kunle and
Dolapo are not that difficult to stop, I....... I
just want to stop spoiling young children.''
With that, she burst into another round of
tears. She was totally distraught and
inconsolable. Rotimi and I now see that she
was a victim of child abuse. She was a victim
of circumstance. Who were we to have
judged her?
We just looked on as she cried her heart out.
Words escaped us. The task was a huge one.
It was evident that she had been
psychologically brutalised. Keeping such a
secret for donkey's years was no child's play.
What to do to help her, we never know but
she needs help. Even the victims she named
too needed help and the task fell on nobody
else but Rotimi and his friend, I, Ade.
We left her house after hours of consolation
promising to give her a feedback on our plan
of action the next day. Our phones had
seventy three missed calls each. They were
from Bunmi. She had got home and did not
meet us. There and then, Rotimi knew we
had to get a solution in earnest because he
could not continue with the illicit act
between him ane Bunmi. The one I was
about to start too had to be nipped in the
bud. Thank God, it is now three on three.
Bunmi and co on a side, versus Shola, Rotimi
and I on the other side. Folake and her friend
too needed help. We ourselves needed
outside help.
Twenty four hours was all we had to get a
plan in progress, else we have to resign.
''Ol boy ye, this thing hard o!''
Rotimi burst into my thoughts as I tried to
think out a way forward...
© Yettocome™ 2013

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Nice one @ OP.

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PrinceAdepoju: hmmm...so touching, i feel for her too. . .
o ma se oo

You aint seen nothing yet

adegwurulez: hmm... interesting

You just wait.

Ade's Chronicle 25.
''Mrs. Yinka Orilowo (nee Adelanwa) became
our step mother after our mother's death. All
wthigs went smoothly but one thing was
never known about her, she was a LESBIAN,
though secretly. She was one of the early
importers of the act due to her wide travels.
She had sworn then that she would never
marry but when her finances began
dwindling, she had to go back to her vomit
and then she got hooked up with my dad.
But unknown to anybody in and out of the
family, she had continued her acts secretly as
she had been doing.'' Shola continued her
tale.
Rotimi had softened a little because he had
not known where the story is heading to. I
also suspected nothing because what Shola
was driving at was still beyond me and
barrages of questions had begun to form in
my mind.
''Two years into their marriage, things began
to take a different dimension. My eldest
brother fell ill while dad was abroad on a
trip. Our step mother never took care of him
as she ought to. Two days after the illness
began, he died at home. That was only when
she took him to the hospital. The doctor had
said that he died of complications as a result
of untimely treatment of the jaundice that
had attacked him. Yinka had came to destroy
the joy that dad and mum had toiled to build.
But she encouraged dad and his business.
What went on, we never knew because we
were too young to know.'' Shola cleaned a
tear that formed in her left eye.
I was begining to feel for her. But how did
she become this bad? What happened to her
second sibling? These burned in me.
Rotimi shifted in his chair, a sign that he was
going with the flow of the story and that
was a good sign.
''Dad was a prosperous businessman. He
took us with him once in a while for holidays
and a year after my brother's death, dad was
to take us all on his trip but Yinka convinced
him to leave us at home and go with her
alone. So, we were left in the care of our
nanny now of blessed memory. She took
care of us well, but fate would always deal us
a big blow. I was eight that year my brother
was ten, we knew next to nothing about
electricity other than switching on and off
the teevee. That day, Mamee, as we call our
nanny, went to the market. We were
watching the teevee when it suddenly went
off, my brother went to the socket to see
what happened. I remembered he went to
the kitchen to take an iron spoon and into
the socket it went. I saw my brother shaking,
I thought he was dancing till he fell down
clutching the spoon in the socket. I ran to
him, touched him and a force threw me off
and I landed on my butts. When I woke up, I
was in the family hospital with dad, Mamee,
and Yinka staring down at me. My brother
never survived that incident. That was how I
became the only one left of the three of us.''
Shola paused.
She was sobbing silently. Her cry was muffled
and I was sobbing inside. My eyes were
moist from unshed tears and they
threatened to start forming a torrent. I
sniffed to hold them back. Shola had
suffered, I pity her.
Rotimi was not better. He was an emotional
hump. The anger he had minutes earlier had
suddenly become grief. He was openly
sobbing. He brought out his handkerchief to
mop up his tears. He was almost distraught.
Such was the Rotimi I knew. One minute
mad, the other minute a pitiable sight.
''Shola, please before you continue, it would
be nice if you can get us a bottle of water.'' I
said as I saw the need for us to have a slight
pause from the highly charged and sad
atmosphere in the room.
She stood up from her seat and walked as
fast as her legs could carry her to the dining
room. She came back with the earlier tray
she had brought. The only difference being
that she changed the bottle of water for two
colder ones and she came with three glasses
as against the initial two she had earlier
brought.
She placed the tray on the centre table,
opened it and filled a glass. I thought it was
for either I or Rotimi but she disappointed
me as she downed the content and went for
a second before dropping the glass and
going back to her seat.
We needed no further invitation as Rotimi
was the first to get to the table. He downed
three glasses of water too before going back
to his seat. I took only two glasses before
muttering a silent 'Thank you' to Shola who
did not respond.
''By her fifth year in our house, Yinka hadn't
given birth to any child. This got dad worried
and I think they made a lot of attempts and
their efforts yielded result a year after my
brother was electrocuted. She got pregnant
and had a baby girl two months after my
ninth birthday. She still kept her lesbian
affairs secret and was successful in the
secret keeping. When her daughter clocked a
year and I had clocked ten, something
happened to alter my life till date.'' Shola
recounted fresh tears springing from her
eyes. She cared less about cleanong them as
she went into the story of what happened.
Rotimi by now was on the rug his shirt
soaked in sweat despite the airconditioned
room...
© Yettocome™ 2013

Ade's Chronicle 24.
Her house was truly not far from the school.
After ten minutes of graveyard silence walk
at a snail speed from the school, we got
there.
It was a two storeyed building and she lived
on the first floor. The ground floor was
occupied by another set of people. The
ground floor was the type normally called
face-me-I-face-you. It was a room and
parlour affair with bath and kitchen ensuite.
I roughly counted five of such as we walked
through the passage to the stairs at the end
of the long hallway.
The people at home peeped to greet her in a
respectful manner and she replied as best as
she could with her swollen mouth. One of
them even asked her what happened and
she lied that she had a minor accident and
her two colleagues at work helped her
home. The man thanked us profusely but we
never uttered a word as we progressed to
the stairs.
We took the flight of stairs one after the
other with Shola in front followed by Rotimi,
then I.
Shola lived in a four bedroom flat all alone.
She let herself in and asked us to come in,
which we did.
Her sittingroom was tastefully furnished and
every item in the room spoke of affluence. I
asked myself how she came about the
money to live in such opulence. Definitely, her
salary could not afford her such luxury.
The door from the stairs led to the sitting
room which had a bar and a detached
dining room. The dining led to the kitchen
and an emergency exit which was locked.
Behind the three seater settee, was a door
which led to the master bedroom and the
other three rooms.
I was lost in thought but I did well to appear
unfazed by the sight that greeted me at
Shola's house. We were also comfortable, but
this was too much for a single lady living
alone!
Rotimi was also surprised by what he saw. I
saw the look on his face as Shola excused
herself to change her clothes and clean her
swollen bloodied mouth.
She came back and asked what we would
eat or drink. The still vexing Rotimi replied,
''Did you bring us here to eat and drink? If
you have nothing better to say, we would be
on our way.''
I knew better than to say otherwise. I was
still angry but something told me to exercise
caution in expressing my anger.
Shola went in and brought out two glasses
and a large bottle of Eva water. She placed it
on the centre table opposite us and sat
herself on the one seater chair across the
room.
Her action infuriated Rotimi again as he
stood up moving to the table, he picked one
of the glasses but I was fast this time around
as I held his hand before he threw it at Shola.
His hand shook and the glass dropped on
the rugged floor without breaking. I picked
it up and placed it in the tray.
''Shola take this out of here and tell us why
you brought us here. Or we would like to go
home.'' I said to her.
Shola was still shocked at Rotimi's action. She
could not believe that she just escaped
another onslaught from the angry man in
front of her.
Rotimi sat down beside me still fuming as
she took the tray out and placed it on the
dining table.
She came back and sat on her former chair.
Then she cleared her voice which was badly
shaking.
''Ehm ehm ehm... I don't know how to
begin.'' She couldn't gather her thoughts.
Rotimi had shaken her badly. That guy was a
terrorist!
Finally, after seven minutes, she got her voice
and began to speak.
''I am Shola Orilowo as you know. I am the
only surving daughter and child of Chief and
Mrs Orilowo. This is where my parents lived
before their death. But now, I am the
landlady of the house and other properties
they had. Please be patient with me as I tell
you my journey into paedophilia and
bisexualism. I am sorry. Rotimi please just be
a little calm and please just listen to me.'' She
pleaded.
''My dad married my mum some thirty
something years ago. I was the third child
they had and I had three elder siblings. All
things were going well till one day when my
mum took ill. Daddy took her to the hospital
and she was admitted. Mummy was
diagnosed of kidney stones and she was
flown abroad then for surgery. She came
back and was well for some months before
she had a relapse and back to the hospital
again with the same ailment.'' She narrated.
We were touched by that but we had not
softened totally. We listened with rapt
attention.
''The doctor assured dad she would be
alright but she was not. All efforts put in
yielded no result. She was flown abroad
again, but it was still the same thing. Mum
lived in the hospital for close to a year. Then
one bright morning, on my third birthday,
my siblings and I visited her at the hospital
to spend the day with her. She was extra
lively that day and she played and prayed for
us. She later asked us to go that she wanted
to sleep. Dad came home that night to tel us
that our mother had given up the struggle to
live. She was said to have died smiling. I still
believed I killed her.'' She cleaned the drop of
tears in her eye and continued.
''Two years after her death, dad married the
woman changed my life...''
© Yettocome™ 2013

In fact, if i dey work sef i go happy. Leave just dey allow me fat for house ni o...

The rock5555: Ade dont stop please.....

I don see you o. Facebook dey o...

mistah_teepex: Anoda captivating piece yet written....... Carry on bro....

Thanks boss

haryurmide: Ride on bro.

Yes sir.

Ade's Chronicle 23
''I know you both hate me passionately due
to what you have heard that I did. I did
them truly but not without a reason. The
reason might be flimsy, but I would love
you to listen to me before you pass your
final judgement on me.'' Shola continued.
''Who told you we heard anything about
you? Or did we say anything to you about
anybody reporting you to us?'' That was
Rotimi. Smarting out of his anger.
''The Yorubas say that when a statement is
yours, you will surely know it's yours. Ade
and Rotimi, don't feed me, I can feed
myself. Your countenance and attitude
towards me since we met at the canteen
speaks volumes of words and don't forget
that I heard your conversation over the
meal while I was coming out of the
canteen. I am no kid, I no you had heard
something and with your characters and
antecedents in this school, I know that
those girls had told you all that happened
between us and moreover, you Ade had
caught me thrice on that bed with my
young boyfriends. I just want you to listen
to me before you conclude over me.'' She
begged.
She had said the truth. But I had not
planned to confront her on the issue rather
she had presented herself on a platter of
gold to be devoured not only by me but by
my trusted friend as well. It was time to
play along, let's hear what pushed her into
such shameful acts.
I had noticed something about me, when
people have problems, I seem to have the
perfect solutions to their problems. But
when I become webbed in a dilemma,
trilemma or any problem whatsoever, I find
no solution to them on my own, rather,
they just got solved some how. This is one
of such. Shola had just helped me solve this
and it is even more than what I would have
done or wanted.
''I am Shola. The only living daughter and
child of Chief and Mrs Orilowo.'' Her
sonorous voice once again snapped me out
of my reverie. There is still something I find
irresistible about that voice.
''I as you know, am a paedophile. I do boys
and girls under the age of eighteen.
Presently, I have eight girls and five boys
under me who I do things with. I was the
one who taught Bola, Bimbo and Bunmi the
act of bisexualism. I have my own
boyfriend who is unaware of these acts of
mine. I know you hate me, especially Rotimi
and you would love to hand me over to the
Police. But please wait before doing that.''
She confessed.
I looked into her eyes, they were heavy
with tears but I was not moved by them
rather they made me hate her the more
even as she looked repentant.
Rotimi stood up from his seat. He paced
around for a while before looking at her
straight in the eye seeing the tears she was
fighting not to shed. I saw my friend's
hands clenched into a fist and before I
could say Robinson Crusoe, he crashed his
fist into Shola's face, 'Gba!'
''What are you telling me? Answer me!
What are you telling me? You shameless
bitch, you want to ruin the lives of young
girls, you taught them the act of blackmail,
you even sleep with young boys, yet you
have the effrontery to stand in front of I
and my friend and tell us trash! What the
hell have you got to say? Speak or I will add
to it for you! You are happy that you do
bad things. Just thank God this is a school.
Mtcheeeewwww!'' He poured out.
It was too fast and Shola did not have the
chance of dodging it. I held Rotimi. I had
known such could happen but I did not
expect it that soon. That was the second
time he would hit a girl since I had known
him, the first being an insolent bimbo he
beat up when we were in secondary
school.
Rotimi was not remorseful about his action.
Rather, he made to give her another of that
deadly fist but I held him and made him sit
down. I knew better than say anything to
him.
Shola held her face where the well timed
blow had caught her between her upper lip
and nose. I walked to her having stepped
back from the hit. I begged her and told
her to go but she refused. She said, ''I
deserve it and more, Ade. I know you too
feel like punching me but you are just
masking it. I fear you more than Rotimi, the
worst he could do is physical assault. Yours
could be worse. Leave me. And help me beg
him to allow me finish my story in peace.
After, he can then pummel me to death.''
I looked at my fuming friend and begged
him with my eyes. He looked away.
The staffroom by then had become empty.
The other staff members had gone home
and we were the only ones left there. They
had not alerted us of their exit and they
had not witnessed the little incident. I was
glad.
Shola looked at her watch. I looked at mine,
it was well past three. As I made to talk, she
held up her hand saying, ''Please let's leave
here and go to my place or yours. My house
is a stone's throw from here but if you
aren't comfy with it, we could go to yours. I
just need us to finish this today.''
That said, I walked over to Rotimi who
reluctantly agreed that we walk to her
house. With that, we told her to lead the
way out of the room to her house where all
her story would be heard...
© Yettocome™ 2013

Ade's Chronicle 22
She was still grinning as she asked the
question which made us the more furious.
I was wondering that what on earth is this
girl driving at. It still had not registered in
my mind what our NYSC days had to do
with this bitch sitting in front of us. But to
see the drama out would be the best. So I
replied her sarcastically,
''We served in Imo State. Orsu LGA, precisely
and we taught in a school. So what has that
got to do with madam?''
She took it in her stride. Got down from the
table and paced the little space between
Rotimi's table and mine. Then she looked
around the room to see what the
expression was like on the face of the
other teachers in the room. They were all
astonished as to what was going down at
that angle of the room. After satisfactorily
scanning their faces, she returned to her
seat on my table. I looked at Rotimi and met
that same deadly look still resident on his
face. I know what would be going on in his
mind would be 'This girl sabi act play o.'
The statement we had used time and again
for people who behaved in such manner.
She smiled at us again, then said assuredly,
''I knew it! I can't be wrong. Now, I will
finish the rest and take that puzzled look
out of your faces. You were batch A
corpers. Yes or No?''
Rotimi was really puzzled, he replied, ''Yes,
what again?''
She continued after a nod, ''You both
served in 2009. And you lived in the lodge
provided for you by St. Paul's School, your
PPA?''
This girl really dug deep o. She was hitting
us close to the belt. Where is she heading
to?
''Yes!'' Came the response from me. It was
more of a peplexed shout than a response.
''Now, when yoy reported to the school, the
Principal gave you the subjects, Economics
and Accounting.'' She pressed on.
''Yes. Who told you all this?'' That was
Rotimi's agitated voice. She was begining
to get on his bad nerves. Anything could
happen.
She ignored his question and faced him
squarely, as one would do to a stubborn
child.
''The Principal told you of a female batch C
corper who in her almost one year of
service did not report to school other than
to collect clearance letter. Can you
remember?'' She spat at Rotimi who was
seriously on edge.
I had to wade in for if Rotimi should have
talked, he would have squarely punched
her in the face. That was Rotimi. When
angry, don't let him talk.
''So Shola, it seems you know so much
about our service year. So, how do you
come into the picture?'' I asked, praying
she would face me. Though I was also
boiling inside, I had an unruffled exterior
which made me deadlier than my best
friend.
It worked. She shifted her gaze towards me
and her next words fixed the jigsaw puzzle
we had been tortously exposed to for the
past thirty minutes.
''I was the batch C corper the Principal was
talking about.'' She said with a pout on he
lips.
Rotimi looked from me to her then back to
me. All was now clear.
Shola was a batch C corper who was
posted to St. Paul's Secondary School. She
had told the Principal that she would teach
Mathematics and was given the senior
classes to teach. She was also given a room
in the lodge. But, she disappeared after the
regisration only to appear every month end
with one excuse or the other to collect the
clearance letter and then to disappear
again. How she knew us was still a mystery
because when we got to the school and
the principal told us, we had to assure him
that we were there to stay. Our room was
opposite hers and I could then remember
to have only seen her the day she came to
pack her things. But that day, I did not
greet her nor did she greet me because I
only saw her faintly fro our room where I
was sleeping. Rotimi had gone to play ball
that day.
''You wonder how I knew you. I had
friends who told me about you, then the
principal too told me when I went to him
for my final clearance. I knew you well Ade,
you were at home when I came to pack my
things. I had met Rotimi on the field when I
was chatting with a colleague that day.
Rotimi just looked at me and asked if I was
a new corper and I had smiled and walked
away. I never spent more that a month in
total there. I only came for clearance and
you guys were around when I came but
you didn't notice me. So, do you now
remember me?'' She said standing up
again.
''I remembered your face now when you
reminded me of the football field. I thought
so too when we just came here, but I
dismissed it. So what has all this got to do
with your visit to us again.'' Rotimi asked
again, bringing to the fore the reason for
this sudden familiarity.
''Yes, Shola. You are our senior colleague at
work and in service who absconded from it
and got paid. We know you now. But what
effect has that got on the price of Garri?'' I
pressed sarcastically.
She smiled, sat down again, looked at me
then at Rotimi. Then she said,
''I knew you too have heard about my
deeds. I have come to tell you things you
don't know about me and why I did those
things I did.''
This girl is an enigma...
© Yettocome™ 2013

Kingphillips wetin happen na? I no see ya brake light again, why o?

I dey see some readers o. Dem no comment. Dem just do ghost mode things. Anywayz make una comment o. Oya take this...

adegwurulez: hmmm... but una handle the matter like women

Bro, Shola took a bold step to meet them herself. If she hadn't, they would still go to her.

mistah_teepex: Ah!! Oqa ke! No oh- I'm just following ur footsteps , i'm captivated by ur work

Na lie jor. Still sha, well done sir

Good morning all..................

Oya, make una talk, I run comot... *Flies with jet speed*

Ade's Chronicle 21
The footsteps we heard were Shola's. They
were distinct from every other person's in
the school, an observation only known to
Rotimi and I. The others in the school, to
the best of our knowledge, were oblivious
of this fact. We had tested them on various
occasions and they hadn't been able to
know she was the one approaching.
That day, she sang as she came and I must
say, Shola has one heck of a voice. A
sonorous voice that the angels would envy.
No wonder she hides under it to perpetrate
her evil acts.
She sang to the tune of Tupac's 'Shoot em
all'. I knew the song courtesy of my uncle,
Toyman, who is ardent fan of the late
singer. She flicke her fingers as she sang
the song, in a way the Igbos would say that
she had been enveloped by the spirit of the
song.
She entered the room and all heads turned
to look at her. We too had been singing
Gbenga Adeboye's 'Choices'. With the track,
'Nje e ti gbo' on our lips as she stepped
into the staffroom. Rotimi and I increased
the tempo with which we played the
characters in the track. I playing Gbenga
Adeboye, Rotimi playing the backup and
followers.
We intentionally laughed aloud and dared
anyone to talk especially Shola. But she
never said a word, rather, she stopped her
song and greeted everybody generally and
walked carefully to her seat. She walked as
one who had hot coals on the floor would,
picking her steps and looking at the floor,
thereby avoiding our eyes. We had become
a terror to her. Are we to blame?
I knew the other teachers too would be
wondering what was wrong with the ever
boisterous Shola, especially her two
accomplices. They looked from one to the
other and then to Shola and then to us as
they made efforts to know what was
wrong. The look on their faces told us of
severe brain wracking and it triggered
another round of laughter between us. I
must say, we were criminals!
All went back to their work and those not
working were packing their bags in
anticipation of going home to a good or
bad night rest. We, on our own, faced our
business of marking and in less than thirty
minutes, we had almost dealt with the piles
on our tables. We joked and talked on as
we marked. We were almost through with
the books when I noticed a shadow across
my table.
I had never been aware that someone
approached me at all and I was sure that
Rotimi too was caught unawares. The
owner of the shadow had either moved
stealthily or we had been engrossed in our
working banter that we didn't notice. I
looked sideways at Rotimi to see his face
crease into a deadly frown. But the person
was facing me and not him. He looked at
me questioningly and I replied that I had
no idea what the person wanted. All the
while I had not looked at the person. But I
was begining to feel suffocated by the
person's presence.
I raised my head to look questioningly into
the smiling face of Shola as she stood tall
over my table looking as if she had just
heard that she would win Miss World with
that smile of hers. I wondered what she
was looking for but something told me
right then that she is up to something.
Either good or bad, I was not told.
''Hello, Ade, we finally have a chance to talk.
I have been waiting for this day. Finally, it's
here. I love the stunt you guys have been
pulling since break time. The reason for it,
we will talk about. But before then, I must
commend you for your good sense of
judgement and influence. You have
succeeded in winning your friend over to
your side.'' She said as Rotimi moved over
to my side of the table. A drama was about
to begin.
''Shola, what do you want from me or us?
For the past two terms or so, I have done
my best to avoid you and I think I did it
well. And I can't remember having any
unfinished business with you. If there is
any, please let me know and we settle it
fast and we end this unholy chat.'' I rolled
out angrily.
She took it coolly. She still had that
annoying smile plastered on her also
frustratingly beautiful face. I don't know
why I still noticed her beauty in spite of my
bitterness towards her in such a bad time.
She sat herself on my table and made
herself comfortable. Then she asked, ''Can't
you remember my face? Rotimi, you too?''
Still very bitter, my trusted friend replied,
''We don't need to look into your face. We
don't know people like you.''
Again, she just smiled or let me say, she
began grinning.
''Well then, since you both seem to
remember me. You might not get it so
clearly. But I will toggle those handsome
brains of yours. From the first day you guys
had been employed and you stepped into
this room, I had been looking for a way to
get familiar with you. I thought I was
wrong about having met you, but I get
more convinced by the day that we had
met somewhere. Then I began my research
till I got it. Now, I knew why you don't
remember me. To cut this long story short. I
will ask one question. Where did you guys
do you National Service?'' She asked, still
grinning at our furious faces.
© Yettocome™ 2013

Another one dey come o, make una still manage this one before I show face again. Make we all take jolly ourself as e dey hot reach, na me una boy o, I neva shange my name, I still dey bear Yettocome...

Ade’s Chronicle 20
They left the staffroom but the discussion
we had did not leave with them. It rang in
my heart and just then I remembered how
hungry I was. We had no breakfast that
morning. I looked at Rotimi, he would have
talked about it had it not been the
discussion we had with the girls. He was
visibly worried by what he had heard. I
started to say something to take him out of
his mood, but before I could open my
mouth, he said,
“Olboy ye, we no chop this morning comot
house o. Dem don dey fight royal rumble
for my belle o. Make we find something
chop for this remaining small time abeg. No
be me put them for bad thing o. Abi dry
fasting dey?”
It was as if he had read my mind. I knew
my friend too well; he had shaken the
discussion off his mind. He would still
continue his duty with Bunmi as necessary.
He had said his mind and that was all. He
would let the matter die there but God save
Shola if she crossed his path.
I got up from my seat and we hopped out
into the sunny afternoon to grab a brunch
in the little time remaining. When we got to
the staff canteen, we saw the other
teachers, including Shola, sitting at the
various tables around. Shola winked at us
immediately we entered but we did as if
we saw her not.
We sat at the available table and ordered
for our food. Minutes later, it was brought
and we tackled it with all gusto.
As we were eating, we heard the bell
ringing. The break was over. Nostalgic
feelings swept over me. Gone were those
days when I was controlled by the sound of
a bell. I remembered that at the sound of
any bell, especially the break over bell, I was
scrambling over to the class. Here I am
now, the bell tolling away and I still sitting
and eating my beloved food. Life is never
static!
We were still eating when the bell sounded.
The teachers who were through stood up
—some reluctantly, others gingerly—and
headed out of the canteen, leaving a few of
us. Among those leaving was Shola.
The canteen was arranged in such a way
that when she was moving from where she
sat, she would pass by our seat. Ours was
closer to the entrance than hers.
She left her seat and made for the exit. She
got to where we sat and said,
“Good afternoon guys.”
None of us replied her. We did as if we
never heard her or let me say, she wasn’t
there at all. Rotimi looked at the food he
was eating and said, “Ol boy, this food
sweet today no be small o. If na like this
dem go dey cook for here, I fit no marry
sef.”
She made as if to comment on the
statement but I think she knew better than
to do that, moreover, she had not got over
the initial shock of the rude treatment we
gave her.
“Marry, to marry dey even fear me sef.
When e be say na women wey dey sleep
with small girls full our country so. Make
person dey teach small girls wey reach im
junior sister age how to farse her fellow
girl. Ol boy ye, to marry dey fear me o. Al of
them go do leg like mosquito wey dey go
meeting come dey look like say dem na the
best wifey material for the world. Wetin
dem go teach dem own pikin wey dem
born by themself. Rubbish!” I spat out.
Rotimi got the wind of my gist. He flowed
well with it. We had to strike now that we
had the advantage. She was still too
stunned to move and by then, our
discussion was beginning to prick her
conscience because she had begun to look
like one who would collapse under her
weight.
“Rubbish upon rubbish! If dem know say
dem no go dey do men, make dem kuku
stay with women. The thing wey dey even
vex me be say dem go dey greet like say
dem no fit shit and go dey teach small girls
bad thing. Dem even dey do small boys sef.
See dem life outside o. Foolish set of girls. If
dem put One million on top dem head say
make I marry am with the money and free
house, I no go take am. My dog sef no go
marry am. Idiotic bimbos. And to say dem
go school. Waste of precious money!”
Rotimi replied.
Shola could not stand the heat of our
discussion again; she walked awkwardly
out of the canteen and immediately she left
we started laughing our hearts out. We
finished our meals and left the canteen for
the staffroom.
We both had no classes again for the day
hence we walked leisurely to the staffroom.
For most of the way, we spoke about the
girls and for the little part we were silent
each with his thoughts.
Then we got to the staffroom to meet half
of the teachers in the room. Shola was
absent. She had gone to the class she had.
We sat at our tables and faced our job--
marking notes and assignments. We chat
over it as we marked to the chagrin of the
other teachers. They just could not fathom
why we had to keep disturbing them. Some
had their heads on their tables; others
were battling with their lesson notes. We
were enigmas in the room. They knew if
they said a word, we could make the place
more hellish than we had done, so they had
learnt to leave us as we were when we
start our acts.
We saw their inconveniences and decided
to face our work. You need to see the relief
on their faces when we stopped our chat.
They were happy. I knew in their innermost
selves, they would be praying for more of
that situation.
The whole staffroom was a graveyard for
close to an hour when again I could hear
the shuffling of a familiar set of feet from
outside. I knew who it was. I looked at
Rotimi to know if he had heard the same
thing. He had heard and he also knew who
it was... we burst into laughter as the feet
neared the staffroom...
© Yettocome™ 2013

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