To Tame A Virgin #14

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For my dad who still checks her car…
For the husband who makes sure her engine is running fine…

Dike was the first at the hospital. It was barely seven when he arrived. He found the nurses praying and he gave them some privacy and stood outside to feel the cool morning air before the harsh sun appeared. There was a catholic church nearby and he strolled there. He walked in and sat at the rear. The quiet presence of the cold walls surrounding him gave him peace and he found his head bowed in deep introspection. Unlike the few people he found in the church, he was not praying. He was listening. Kachi’s voice was in his head. It had been there since she walked out on him over a month ago. He did everything to banish it but it was now part of him, whispering constantly like the most beautiful of songs playing at the break of dawn.

Long minutes ticked away and Dike lifted his head when he saw the sun forcing its way in through the wide windows of the church. He stood up and said a prayer and turned away. The street was busier when he got outside. It was now a few minutes past eight and when he got back into the hospital, he found the nurses at their stations and a few patients waiting. One of the nurses recognized him from earlier on and beckoned to him. He moved to her desk and had her retrieve a family file.

“Is this your first time here, sir?” she asked.

“Yes. But you know my wife?”

“Yes, sir. She’s a nice woman. She’ll be coming in, won’t she? She has an appointment with the doctor.”

“Yes. In fact, I’m waiting for her.”

“Okay. Please, sit. When the doctor comes, we’ll let you people go in first.”

Dike thanked her and took a chair. He waited a full hour before Kachi appeared. The clinic was now filled with patients and there were no empty chairs left. Dike stood and offered Kachi his chair and she gave him a smile, wiping off a film of sweat on her forehead with the heel of her hand.

“I told you not to come,” she said, fanning herself.
Dike ignored her.

“Why did you come?”

“Ogbudike Elvis!” the nurse at the front desk called and Kachi looked up. The nurse nodded in the direction of another nurse waiting to take her to see the doctor. Dike offered his hand but Kachi disregarded it and walked ahead of him. He followed her, his tall frame towering over her like a bodyguard. The nurse showed them the doctor’s office and they entered. After pleasantries, the doctor examined Kachi while Dike concentrated on a text from his lawyer.

Been trying to reach you. Got the decree nisi from the court yesterday. Will bring it to your house later.

Dike shut his eyes for a second, taking in the sad news. When he told his lawyer he wanted the fastest divorce in history, he didn’t think it could go so smoothly. He only wanted to make Kachi happy, to help her fulfill her lifelong dream of completing her education and working in the UK.
He didn’t want to fight her in court over the breakdown of their marriage. All he requested for was to be allowed in his children’s lives with no intrusion. To Kachi, that was a fair deal and she acceded to his wishes. They settled custody and financial issues within a week and the rest was left for the court. But now that the decree separating them temporarily was out, Dike was very afraid that it would be over too soon before he would get the chance to catch his breath.

He looked at Kachi. She was walking back to him after her routine check with the doctor. She was beautiful. Her skin had started to glow and curves his hands knew so well were more emphasized underneath her clothes. Readying herself to sit, the doctor asked them to accompany him to the ultrasound room. Dike got up and helped her with her handbag, ignoring her whispered protest. They followed the doctor into the ultrasound room and again, Kachi was laid down and her abdomen exposed. It was to be Dike’s first ultrasound. When Kachi was pregnant with Travis, she had begged him to accompany her for a few scans but he had refused, complaining that it was too expensive and unnecessary. It was ironic that he was now the one desperate to witness it all.

“Is that what I think it is? Is that the baby?” Dike asked, peering into the ultrasound monitor. The doctor nodded.

“That is the head.”

“Wow. That’s a big head.”

The doctor laughed.

“When do we know the sex of the baby?” Kachi asked.

“Four, five months,” Dike replied and Kachi looked at him with a frown. The doctor smiled again.

“You seemed to have kept yourself updated, Mr. Elvis.”

“Every man should,” Dike replied. “Er… can I get a picture?”


“Dike, can you please wait outside?” Kachi requested. “I want to speak to the doctor alone.”

Dike nodded and left the scan room. He walked outside to the parking lot and looked around for Kachi’s car until he found it. From where he stood he could tell the car needed a wash badly but that wasn’t all. One of her back tires needed changing too. Dike took quick steps to the car and gave the tire a slight kick. He stepped back to study it and shook his head. On instinct, he walked to the driver’s door and opened it. Kachi had a bad habit of leaving her key in the ignition and he wasn’t surprised to find it hanging there. He turned the ignition and pressed the control button that operated the trunk of the car. He took out a spare tire and replaced the bad one. Afterwards, he checked her radiator and topped it with some water. When he shut the engine, he found her staring at him with questioning eyes.

“Thank you,” she said, getting into the car. He waited, watching her like a guard until she started the engine. And just then, he stopped her. She spread out her hand to ask him what he wanted and he gestured to her to let the window down. She obeyed and looked at him impatiently.

“Can’t you hear the scratchy sound your ignition is making?”


“Like metal grinding on metal. You can’t hear it?”

“No. Look Ogbudike, if this is a ploy to…”

“Come down, Kachi. I’m suspecting your bendix unit is dirty or worn out. I have to fix it.”

“What? Now?”

“Yes now. Come down and take my car.”

“Ogbudike!” Kachi fumed. “It’s not going to work o! In six weeks, everything will be over and we’ll go our separate ways!”

“Yeah, until then, you’re still my wife and my responsibility and my car is still yours. So get down and take mine while I fix yours.”

Grumbling under her breath, Kachi took his key and marched to his car. He watched her until she drove away from the hospital premises and then he called his mechanic.

The tapping of the computer keyboard was the only thing heard in the silence of Uyi’s sitting room. Once in a while the sound of a car driving by would drown the sound of the keyboard but it would resume immediately after. It was past nine in the morning and Uyi was with Dami. It was one of those days lovers found themselves doing nothing because they were tired of sleeping, tired of having sex and tired of going out; so they would lay around in silence, not because they were bored but because their relationship had metamorphosed to the phase where they were learning to enjoy each other in silence. Dami had been scared when she found that they were not crazy about ripping each other’s clothes as before but Uyi assured her it was totally normal. He told her the hots would resume after a while and it would be stronger. All they needed was time with each other, to get to know each other asexually. But if Dami had read between the lines, she would have discovered that all Uyi wanted was rest from her unusually high libido. Weirdly, she didn’t complain about the break; instead, she used the time to concentrate on her career which she was trying to revive. Her agent in Nigeria had scheduled her for a handful of fashion shows in August and September and she was excited.

“Do you think I’ve added weight?” she got off the couch she had been lying on and stood before Uyi in a pose.

“Not now, Dami. You know I have to finish this work this weekend na. Give me an hour.”

“No, Mr. Smith,” she said with a little laugh. She knew he didn’t like the new pet name she had dubbed him. Recently, he had gotten himself a pair of medicated glasses to correct the abuse the constant use of computer screens had wrought him. Having worked only two months in DPS, he was constantly drained. The only thing keeping him back was the pay and benefits which always left him wanting to pinch himself to find out if he was in a dream or not. But the job was killing him and Dami’s ever bubbly persona kept him afloat. In some way, she had become his pain medicine to every throbbing problem he developed.

“Uyi, talk na! Have I added weight?”

He pried his eyes away from his laptop and the tapping of the keyboard ceased. He looked at her carefully.

“Yeah, a little. Only in the right places, though.” He smiled. “More cushion for you-know-what.”

She frowned. “I have to lose a good five pounds.”

Uyi watched her saunter back to the couch she had been sitting on and he became worried by her gait. “Come back here.”

“I’m tired,” she complained and slumped into the couch. “I’m kind’a dizzy.”

“Yeah, I noticed. You don’t look okay. Your complexion is somehow. How is that nausea going?”

“It’s still there. But I’m fine.”

“You’re sure you’re not pregnant?” Uyi asked and felt butterflies muddle his stomach. He had been careless a few times with her and she was beginning to like the idea of not using protection, but he had watched her take morning-after pills every single time they had had sex without a condom.

“Chill. I’m not pregnant,” she assured him but he saw her face screw up as her hand went to her mouth. She sat frozen, waiting for the wave of nausea that had just hit her to pass before she relaxed again.

“Okay, that’s not good,” Uyi said and put away his laptop. He walked to her and put his hand to her forehead and found her temperature raised. He also noticed her breathing had become erratic.

“I need to take you to the hospi–”

“No!” She shook her head strongly, and with one jerk of her body, threw up on the floor and on his legs. Holding him with one hand for balance, she wiped her mouth with the other and looked at him apologetically.

“I think it’s malaria,” she said, fanning herself and trying to get up but Uyi pushed her down gently. And without warning again, she threw up a second time.

“Sit still. Let me get you water.” Uyi rushed into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of cold water from the fridge. She took it and he went back for a mop and a bucket. He was confused over what could be wrong with her. He had noticed changes in her lately. She was mostly lethargic and lacking of her former energy and she slept most of the day and complained of stomach cramps and dizziness. He hadn’t taken her seriously but now he was deeply disturbed.

“Dami, let’s go for a test.”

“I said no!” She repeated firmly and got off the couch. She took a few steps away from him and lost balance as she dropped to the floor.

Fortunately, he was there to catch her fall.

Uyi had expected a long wait before the doctors emerged from the ER, so he sat quietly and busied himself with his phone, doing nothing in particular. Crazy thoughts filled his head but the loudest were about being a father. He wasn’t ready. Dami wasn’t ready. In fact, she had said it a million times how kids made her sick. He prayed it wasn’t pregnancy and also prayed that it wasn’t something serious either.

A doctor in scrubs had walked out to the reception and spoken to a nurse who pointed at Uyi and the doctor walked to him.

“Emmanuel Omori?”

“Omoruyi” Uyi corrected and sat up.

“Okay, Damaris is your girlfriend…right?”

Uyi nodded.

“She’s poisoned or overdosed on something and we’re not so sure what. Luckily, we have isolated the poison but to treat her further, we need to know what she OD’d on.”

Uyi stood up in confusion. “Poison? Overdose?”


“That’s not possible.”

“Maybe she took something accidentally but we need to know what she took to help us treat her better. She’s still unconscious…”

“She’s been kind of ill but she hasn’t taken anything yet. She…”

“We’re suspecting it’s DXM but we’re not sure. Has she been taking any cold medicines recently?”

“No. The only thing she’s taken, and that’s just once, is weed.”

The doctor shook his head. “No one overdoses on marijuana. Do something for me. Go home and check your dustbin or wardrobe or her handbag or anywhere else she hides things and get me any pill or bottle or sachet you see. Hurry, please.”

Uyi nodded and rushed out of the hospital. He drove home in a haze, trying to make sense of the conversation he had just heard. Dami was not crazy about him smoking weed. She hated the smell on him and said it gave him bad breath. But he remembered the conversation they had gotten into after he had boiled some weed in her tea a month before to ease her menstrual cramps. After taking it, she had told him she hated that it got her too calm. She added that she preferred something that would make her hyper and then asked if he had tried any pill before. When he replied that he hadn’t, she didn’t say anything further.

The moment Uyi arrived home, he ransacked his bedroom like a mad man but he found nothing amongst her belongings. Just as instructed, he checked the trashcans in the house and even the garbage bag he had dumped outside the gate that morning but nothing useful came up. Uyi got back into his car and drove to her place where he began another frenzied search as minutes went by hazardously. He checked her medicine cabinet, her travel cases, turned her closet upside down, checked in her shoes and even in the pockets of every pair of jeans he came across but he uncovered nothing. Tired and almost about to give up, he casually remembered she always carried around a Tic-Tac container. He never gave it much thought because she was very obsessed with having a clean breath. As he went for her favorite handbag by her bedside, he prayed the Tic-Tac containers he had missed earlier carried only breath fresheners in them. Speedily, he emptied the bag and its contents fell to the floor, some rolling under the bed. From the ones he could retrieve, he counted thirteen Tic-Tac containers and when he went about emptying them, only two had the real Tic-Tacs. The other eleven had multi-colored pills that he had never seen in his life before.

Shaken by his discovery, Uyi took a few seconds to collect himself before he began gathering the pills. He was angry at her, knowing there existed no other explanation for such a massive use of drugs except abuse. When he was done putting the pills in a plastic bag that had a seal, he lifted her bed to retrieve the items that had rolled there, and another shocking sight was waiting for him. An unhealthy collection of empty cough syrup bottles spread before him and he instantly became sick by them. He lifted the bed properly, wedged it against the wall, picked a few bottles and rushed out of the house.

She was unconscious for six hours. When she came to, she stayed up for an hour and the doctors observed her before she went back again. Her father was there and he sat with Uyi by her bedside, both men waiting for her to wake up again. When it didn’t seem like she was going to rouse soon, Anyebe broke the silence with a quiet tapping of his cane on the floor that got Uyi’s attention.

“You should watch her more carefully,” he said to Uyi.

“I didn’t know she was using.”

“But I told you…”

“Only in passing. I had no idea it was this serious.”
Anyebe rested his hand on his cane and rested his chin on it. His eyes were on his daughter and they didn’t hide their worry.

“She will go to rehab when she gets better.”

“Yeah,” Uyi agreed and silence fell upon the room again. When she began to stir, Anyebe got up.

“I’ll be leaving for Beirut this evening. Pass my love to her. When they discharge her, I’ll send someone to take her…”

“Sir please, let it be my responsibility. I can handle everything.”

Anyebe considered what Uyi said and shrugged.
“As you wish. Still I will send details about the best facility. And Omoruyi, be firm with her.”

“I will. She’s in safe hands.”

Anyebe placed a kiss on Dami’s forehead and left the hospital room. Uyi sat with her until she fully roused several minutes later. She had trouble focusing on him but when he spoke and she heard his voice, she tried a smile.

“Mr. Smith?”

“Dama?” he replied with a name she hated and she smiled back.

“Where’s my dad? I can smell him.”

“Maybe you’re still hallucinating. Your dad is out of the country.”


“I’ll call the doctors.”

Her eyes had begun to close again as Uyi hurried out. He returned with the doctors and they stirred her awake again and pushed him out of the room.
Dami took a few days to recover but the doctors kept her for a week under observation and for proper recovery. The day they finally discharged her, she was excited. One week had been too much torture for her. In that space of time, she had made friends in the hospital and hardly kept to her room. Most of the patients knew her and she had gone as far as being generous to one of them, settling the woman’s medical bills to the last kobo.

On their drive out of the hospital, she tweeted about being discharged.

“Don’t you keep your private life private? Must everything go on Twitter?” Uyi asked as they stopped under a traffic light.

“They don’t know I OD’d. They think it’s malaria.”

She laughed but Uyi was quiet. She put her phone away and stroked his thigh.

“Are you mad at me, baby?”

“That would be a classic case of the pot and the kettle and their blackness.”

“I’m sorry.”

Uyi pushed her hand away and stared out the window to avoid her face. “You should have told me and I would have helped you!” he spat out.
She rested into her seat and crossed her arms.

“It’s not like you’re ever there.”

“I’m working, Dami! You should try that as well! It takes your mind off addiction!”

“And that’s why you come back home every day and allow your own addiction take your mind off work?!”

A horn blared behind them and Uyi put the car into motion again.

“It is not the same thing, Dami! You’re shoving chemicals into your system, destroying your kidney and liver!”

“And you’re destroying your brain cells!”

“Pills and syrup are man-made! They can kill you!”

“And weed is equally bad for you!”

“It is not!”

“It is!”

“It is not!”

“It is! It is! It is!”

“Are you even sorry for what you’ve done to yourself? I saw bottles under your bed like you were selling them! And ecstasy? You were doing ecstasy?! What next will it be?! Heroin…cocaine?!”

“Stop shouting on me! Stop it!” she hit him with both hands and gave him a nudge before she stopped. “God! I hate you!”

“Good! The feeling is mutual!”

She aimed her hand at him but he guarded himself with a raised elbow.

“Where are we going? I don’t want to go to your house! Take me home!”

“We’re not going to my house. We’re not going to yours either. I’m taking you to rehab.”

“WHAT?!” her voice came out in a shriek. “Stop the car!” She hit the dashboard. “Stop it! Stop! Stop! Stop!”

Uyi ground his teeth and slowed the car to a halt by the sidewalk. Dami got down and slammed her door and began walking away. Uyi ran after her and grabbed her, putting his arms around her.

“Leave me!” She struggled but he held tight until she lost her strength and fell into sobs. “I don’t want to go anywhere. I want to go home with you.”

“I know,” he whispered into her ear. “But you know you have to, luv. You have to. You almost went into a coma back there.”

“I don’t want to go to rehab.”

“It’s not that vbad where you’re going. I got the brochure. It’s top class and they’ll make you feel real comfortable and the food is good, plus I heard you could catch a celebrity or two there.”

“No, you don’t understand.” She pulled away to look into his face, her sobs hardly letting her speak. “I’ve been to rehab two times already. I’m afraid to go again. If I go, it means I’m a loser. It means I can’t even help myself.”

Uyi’s heart broke at her confession and he hugged her tight, faintly hearing the cars as they sped by. Slowly, her heaving chest steadied itself and Uyi led her back to the car. She crawled to the backseat and rolled herself up into a ball as Uyi started the car again.

The facility was breath-taking and exclusive, just like Uyi had seen in the brochure. Uyi had Dami registered and helped her to her room with the suitcase he had packed for her. They got back to the reception and sat down.

“It’s only twenty-eight days,” Uyi said.

“I know.” Dami rubbed away fresh tears coming to her eyes.

“I’ll call you every single minute.”

She shook her head.


“I like to do it alone. No calls. No visits.”


“No, Uyi.”

“So what am I supposed to do with myself for twenty-eight days?”


“Yeah, apart from that…”

Dami laughed. “I’ll miss you.”

“Me too.”

“And stay away from that girl you gave your room to.”


“You’re not supposed to remember her name.” Damaris looked genuinely annoyed.

“Na wa for you oh.” He kissed her hand. “I’ll try.”

Dami squeezed his hand tight and turned to watch the soundless musical playing on a plasma TV stuck to the wall facing them. Uyi pulled out his phone from his pocket to find out who had been calling him. He discovered twenty-four missed calls from two numbers. One was Temi and the other was his ex, Vivian. He pushed the phone back into his pocket and pulled Dami close, wondering how he was going to handle the temptation cum trouble waiting for him outside the four walls of the facility.

©Sally @moskedapages

The Need For A Feeling Station

Seun Odukoya

You’ve probably seen that picture before.


If you haven’t, I hope it makes you laugh as loudly as it did me. I mean, the first thing that struck me about it was the ‘mistake’ whoever who wrote it made.


But then, I took a second and third look. And then a fourth one.


A problem popped into my mind at the fifth look.


“What if the person who wrote it did not make a mistake? What if what you’re reading is EXACTLY what he wants you to see?”


That’s ridiculous, I think. But forget common sense.


What if that is exactly what that place is – a feeling station?


Another problem pops up. “What is a feeling station?”


What if I told you it is a place where you come to get refilled?


What if I said to you – it…

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To Tame A Virgin #13

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Uyi had watched this type of scene many times. In movies, mostly. In real life—maybe once or twice—but from afar. The guy was always caught in the middle, between the main and the side chick. Words would be flying from both girls and the guy would stand there, looking confused and embarrassed, even afraid sometimes. But in other cases, the guy is actually swollen with pride and would walk out unscathed.

But not Uyi. He didn’t see it ending well for him.

He could hear Dami’s words coming even before she opened her mouth, so he did the only thing he knew could stop her from unleashing hell on Temi – he walked to her, held her tight and guided her into his bedroom. There she erupted on him.

“So you’re cheating on me?!” she screamed.

“No, Dami. She’s my friend,” Uyi said as he walked into the bathroom to take a leak.

“Friend, my ass! I always saw you guys together at the office! You always had lunch with her and sometimes you walked her home!”

Uyi turned around to look at Dami. “Really? You were stalking me?”

“That’s not the point, Uyi. What’s she doing here?”

“She’s my friend, Damaris,” Uyi reiterated.

“I don’t care! She should go!”

Uyi said nothing until he was done. He returned to her and tried to appeal to her commonsense.

“Dami, Temi came to see me…”

“I said she should go! If you won’t tell her, I will!”

Dami was heading for the door but Uyi pulled her back, his tone changing. “Come on, behave yourself. She’s my guest and I alone say when she leaves.”

“Am I allowed to have a guy come to my house and hold me the way you were holding her?”

“Damaris, please, I don’t want this to be an issue.”

“It’s already an issue! Obviously with the way the two of you used to hang out in the office, there’s something going on! And if you didn’t notice, she came with two suitcases!” Dami crossed her arms, waiting for Uyi to say something but he didn’t turn a hair. “Are you still insisting there’s nothing between two of you?”

“My friend, there’s nothing!” Uyi finally snapped and Dami was forced to instantly calm down at the severe look on his face. Trying a different tact, she locked her arm in his and pulled him close. “I’m not jealous, baby. I just don’t like her and she can’t come and be hugging my man like that. Tell her to go.”

“You’re being disrespectful, Dami. You do not tell me what to do.” Uyi unlocked his arm from hers. But she held him tighter, refusing to let go.

“Damaris abeg, free me.”

“No. If she won’t go back to where she came from, you won’t leave this room,” she stated and dashed to the door. She stood guard and when Uyi moved forward, she locked it and ran into the bathroom with the key where she locked herself in. Uyi didn’t want to believe what he had just witnessed as he walked to the bathroom door and began banging on it.

“Dami, please, stop playing and open this door.”

He heard her laugh. “No.”

“This is getting out of hand. You’re trying my patience here.”

“You only want to go out so that you can be with her and I don’t want you with her, baby.”

“Damaris! Open this door jor. Don’t let me break it!”

“Break it,” she dared.


“Come on, baby,” she laughed again, “break it.”

Uyi was frustrated beyond words but he had made up his mind not to let her win. Therefore, he gave the door a good distance and came at it with all his strength. The result was a sharp pain in his arm and shoulder and he crouched over, yet his anger fueled him to try again and the second time did the magic. The door gave in and a splinter from the impact pierced his upper arm.

Panting, he stood by the doorway, looking at Dami who was looking back at him, a little surprised. But slowly, tears began to fill her eyes.

“So you’ll break a door for her?”

“Give me the key.” He took out the splinter from his arm and blood flowed.

“You’re bleeding for her?”


“Take, take, take.” Dami handed the key to Uyi and walked out of the bathroom.

“I’m going home,” he heard her say. He didn’t stop her. Instead he unlocked and opened the door to let her through. Rubbing her eyes, she walked out and a short while later, he heard her car leaving the compound.

Uyi walked back into the bathroom, took off his t-shirt and examined his wound. He discarded the t-shirt in a bucket and when he turned around, he saw Temi, poking her head into the bathroom.

“Are you okay? I was worried when I heard the noise.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re bleeding.”

“Nothing serious.”

Uyi walked out of the bathroom.

“I’m coming,” Temi said and disappeared. She returned with some cotton wool, methylated spirit and a plaster. As she cleaned his wound, Uyi took off her glasses and watched her in full concentration, noting her swollen and sore eyes and how her bruised cheeks were healing.

“Thanks,” he said when she was done and she nodded. “So what’s wrong with you, Temi? I’m tired of asking. Will you talk to me today?”

Temi tried to speak but her words fell into sobs but she didn’t cry for long. She stopped and began sharing what was bugging her as pages of past regrets came spilling out.

The first was about how as a fourteen year old child, she was urged by her mother to tell a lie against her aunt’s husband whom the entire family hated. According to her mother, her uncle was a criminal, a cheat who squandered his wife’s money with no mercy. If he was not taken out of the picture, he would send the poor woman into bankruptcy and since she was the source of the entire family’s livelihood, her ruin would spell doom for all of them. Temi had done as ordered and lied that the man had been sexually abusing her for months. Her aunt believed her after a nurse her mother had hired ‘examined’ and confirmed that Temi was not a virgin. The man was promptly kicked out of the house and divorced and Temi and her aunt became inseparable from that moment. Temi hid the truth from the woman for fourteen years and was going to take it to the grave had circumstances not turned things around for her.

Then she proceeded to share the story of her abduction to Uyi and even spilled about her affair with Dike and the pregnancy. She told him she had suspected that Dike was lying but she was too afraid to seek the truth only to find out she was being lied to.

Uyi who had listened attentively the entire time she spoke, finally put his arms around her and told her she was going to be fine and that he was always going to be there for her.

“Will you leave Damaris?” she asked, pulling away from him.

Her question didn’t surprise Uyi. In fact, with the stunt Dami just pulled, he was considering leaving her. But he was reminded of his new job and how far it could take him and how much he didn’t want to be remembered for running away because he couldn’t handle a spoilt, daddy’s girl.

“What Dami and I share is…important to me, Tems.”

Temi nodded bravely. “I understand.”

But Uyi could see that his words had killed her right there. He wanted to kiss her to make it okay, to show her how much he wished fate had dealt the cards in their favor. He remembered the day she had kissed him and wished he could go back and relive that moment and done things differently.

But he wasn’t the only one reminiscing on that day. Temi revived the whole picture in her mind. She wondered why she had regretted her act afterwards even though she had totally meant to do it. A sense of decency and shame had made her repentant but not today, she told herself as she broke the invisible barrier between them and repeated history.

She knew he wasn’t going to stop her. But she was painfully aware that he wasn’t going to encourage her, either. But she wanted him. All of him. Like a drug. Sex as a pill had become for her an addiction. It was a habit Dike had passed to her. For as she kept kissing Uyi, it was made clear to her that all the times Dike had made love to her, he was deeply troubled.

And on her own, Temi pulled away and sat down, dumbfounded, a moment of epiphany taking over her mind. It just occurred to her that Dike had been as broken as she was and he had not used her intentionally; he had run to her for comfort, just like she was doing with Uyi.

“Are you okay?” Uyi asked, searching her face. She nodded and looked at him.

“I’m sorry about the kiss.”

Uyi shook his head. “Please, let’s stop pretending. We both liked it.”

He leaned toward her and kissed her again. His body was pushing him to do more than just her lips. But he couldn’t see himself going beyond that kiss. Oddly, he felt Temi’s body could not yet be his as long as Dami was in the picture. Somehow, the spoilt brat had grown on him, stamping her taste and smell and the feel of her body on his mind, and while he feared that it was going to take a painful extraction to get rid of her, he was willing to see it through to the end.

He found himself shifting away from Temi, the bed rustling under him. He wondered if he was a typical male because he knew what Peter or Ovie would have done given the situation. Rising up, he offered the room to Temi, telling her he still had nine months of rent left and also sharing the news of his job. Temi showed her gratitude with a warm hug and yet another kiss. Again, he didn’t stop her. She stopped herself and suggested an episode of Naruto. While they watched it on his laptop, she dozed off and he had the pleasure of tucking her in. He made sure she was fitfully resting before he found a cab to Dami’s. His head was saturated with diametrically opposing thoughts and he battled with them in the back of the cab. If his feelings for Temi lay unspoken before, they now were screaming loudly in his head and thumping on his heart. And he had never experienced anything of the sort before.

So weeks passed and he absorbed himself in his new job, and each time Temi called to say she wanted to hang out, he always gave an excuse. It hurt him more to let her go but it was a gamble he was prepared to take. He sent gifts to her anonymously, constantly asked Ovie how she was doing and kept up with her on social media sites. But he kept far from her and loved her from a distance.


“Uyi, is that you?” Uyi heard Dami ask as he let himself into her house and shut the front door.

“Yeah, I’m back,” he mumbled, “and I don’t need your stress, abeg. Just three weeks and person wan mad. God punish dem.”

Uyi wasn’t the type to speak to himself but working in DPS was giving the word ‘crazy’ a whole new meaning to him. In his first week, he had come to realize that on the scale of brains and skill, he was still struggling at the bottom. He had been working his sanity off to impress his employers but it appeared his efforts always fell short. He could tell that Binta and Faisal were out to give him hell. He suspected there was more than a working relationship between them but he didn’t concern himself with office trivia. He was there solely to face his job and he did it with complete devotion, still it wasn’t enough and he was slowly losing it.

He threw himself on Dami’s favorite sofa and lit a joint before he picked a control pad he found on the floor. He turned on her Playstation and began a game to ease his strained mind. But Dami appeared and blocked his view with arms crossed in anger. She had only his shirt on and her long, smooth legs were a sight for his sore eyes.

“What’s up?”he asked.

“Uyi, it’s past seven. Are you telling me you’re just closing from work?”

“I worked overtime.”

“Again? Uyi, you just got the job. How can you be working overtime? I’m not buying it. You were with her.”

Dami bent over Uyi and began to sniff him and he blew smoke into her face. She moved away and he continued with his game.

“I can’t smell her on you today, but you were with her.”

Uyi said nothing.

“Just know that the day I catch you redhanded, you’re dead!” Dami threatened and was walking away but Uyi grabbed her and pulled her down to lay with him, locking her in his hold while he continued his game.

“Let me go.”

“I need you to do something for me, love.”

“You’re calling me love, Uyi. That means you want something.”

“Yeah, I just said that, didn’t I?”

“What do you want?”

“Drop the libel suit against that Dike guy.”

Dami sat up straight and looked at Uyi with arched brows.

“Who told you about it?”

“Word goes round a lot when it concerns you, Dami.”

“I’m not dropping the case. Daddy says we can win. After we get through the arbitration phase and get into a real courtroom, we’ll screw him up.”

“Dami, Dike is a husband and a father.”

“Who cares?”

Uyi pulled her to him again and turned her to face him. “What will it take to get you to change your mind?”


Uyi went back to his game. “But you were enjoying the attention the site was giving you. And it’s not as if your name was ever mentioned; even when people typed it in their comments, it never showed. He made sure he kept your name and everything that relates to you, even remotely, away from the site.”

“But the whole world knew it was about me. Okay, how about that kiss we shared that Peter uploaded? Half our faces showed. See, I’m not forgiving Dike, I’m sorry.” She moved back a little to get a clearer view of Uyi’s face. “But what do you care sef?”

Uyi sighed and remembered the strange visit of the petite woman that walked into his office earlier that morning. She looked to be in her mid or late thirties but she was looking a good ten years younger. She smiled calmly and carried herself with calculated steps. Her words were calculated too, as she slowly told him how the libel case was tearing her family apart. She said she knew her husband had wronged Dami but she was willing to pay her any amount to drop the case and not take it to court. Uyi was embarrassed by the way she pleaded and the tears he had seen in her eyes. As he walked her to the door, he promised to talk to Dami.

“Just drop the case. It will make me happy.”

Dami pushed Uyi away and got off the sofa. “You’re not serious.”

She walked into her bedroom and seconds later, Uyi heard the sound of hardcore rap and knew he had gotten across to her.


Dike looked at the table. Something was missing. He went around observing the items he had carefully laid on it. The dishes and cutlery were in order, the glasses were placed perfectly, a small assortment of flowers adorned the middle and the napkins rested where they were supposed to be. So what was missing? He visited his phone and browsed the page where he had gotten the perfect DIY dinner setting and he checked to see that all was in place except for the bottle of wine.

“Shit!” he murmured. He had totally forgotten to buy Kachi’s favorite red wine. He checked the time. She was going to be around any second. He wondered if he could dash to a store nearby and make it back in time. He dipped into his back pocket for some money and dashed out. He hurried down and just at the final flight of steps, he bumped into Kachi. She was wearing a stylish jumpsuit and looking lovely in it. There was a certain freshness about her looks and he congratulated himself for it. For three weeks, he had been spending time with her, doing everything to win her back. The dinner he had prepared was part of the plan. All he needed was a little opportunity to bare his heart out.

“Going somewhere?” Kachi asked, her eyes staring up the stairs but not looking at him.

“Yes…just to pick something downstairs but you want to come with me?”

He didn’t want her to walk into the house to find the surprise he had waiting.

“Ogbudike, did you cook for me?”

“Why?” he asked, masking a smile.

“Because, you’re not wearing a shirt and you’re sweating and smelling like stew.”

Dike stared as his bare chest and laughed. He had actually tucked his t-shirt into his waistband. As he pulled it out, he hurried down the stairs while Kachi climbed up.


Dike returned and found Kachi waiting at the table. He dashed to the bedroom and returned in cleaner clothes. He served the meal and wine and they began eating. Kachi kept her head down, answering his questions in monosyllables. When she finally spoke she asked how his case was going. He replied that it was going well. Then her next question threw him off balance.

“Why did you really cheat on me?”

He cleared his throat after an uncomfortable silence. He had waited for this day, for when she would eventually ask why he did what he did. In the past, they had screamed at each other over it but now was the time for truth. Living alone had given him time to ponder over his life and make resolutions where necessary and now, all he wanted to do was share with Kachi all that had been bugging him; but as he raised his head from his meal and looked in her direction, he saw her signing some papers.

“Since it’s taking you long to answer me, I don’t think you really have anything to say. I paid someone to follow and investigate you, by the way, and I have evidence that you are still cheating on me.”

“Kach, it’s not true,” the words stumbled out of Dike.

Kachi put the pen down and leaned back on her chair. “I have photo evidence. You took another man’s wife to a hotel, Ogbudike.”

Dike scratched his brow and tried to speak but she cut him off.

“They say it takes twenty-one days to form or do away with a habit. Well, Dike I have spent more than twenty-one days with you in the past month. Twenty-six, to be exact. Do you know what I became in twenty-six days? I became the typical Nigerian man, the one who loves someone and yet sleeps with another and says the two are totally unrelated.”

“You slept with another man?”

“And there goes the anger on his face as if I am not human being enough to swing as he does, to play the game as well as he. But I did not stoop that low. I came here every day to be intimate with you just to learn the act of separating my heart from my head. And I did, because while my body felt every bit of ecstasy you were giving it, my heart was slowly disconnecting from you, and now I’m free.

“Secondly, a bad habit I did away with during the period was you. You’re no longer a compulsion for me, Ogbudike. I still love you but that craving is gone. I forgave you once, I forgave you the second time and then I turn my back from you for just a second and you hop on the next available ass.”

“I did not, Onyekachi. Please, let me explain…”

Kachi stopped him with a raised hand. He was surprised at the easy calm in which she spoke to him but he didn’t miss the steel in her voice.

“I have grown, Dike, with every time I came here and made love to you. I have grown and outgrown you. But not completely, I’m afraid because incidentally, I’m pregnant. But that’s not changing anything. I’m leaving for the UK and I’m going with Travis.”

“Why are you doing this, Kachi? You know how I feel about you and you know I have changed.”

“And so have I.” She smiled to herself as she stood from her chair. “Will I miss you? Yes. Will I move on? Yes. With another man? I don’t know…”

“How can you be talking like that? Are you insane?!” Dike bellowed. “You want to carry my children and give them another father thousands of miles away from me? Is your head correct?!”

“Ten kilometers, a million miles…it’s just numbers. The moment you stuck your penis into another woman, you detached yourself from us completely.”

“I love you, Onyekachi Chibuzor! How many times will I tell you that?! I love you!”

Kachi smiled but her eyes glistened with tears. “Love, I was told is free. It can’t be bought. But do you know what I’ve learnt? I have learnt that love is high maintenance. Keeping it burning is going to cost you everything you’ve got. And I’m afraid that your heart is too poor, Dike, and you cannot afford it yet.”

“Don’t leave me, Kachi.” The floor gave out a curt grumble when Dike’s chair scratched on it as he rose up. He walked to Kachi and put his arms around her, drawing her close to rest his head on her shoulder.

“Let’s see that marriage counselor you talked about. Let’s work it out.”

Kachi shook her head and pushed him away gently. She picked her handbag but he held her hand.

“Don’t go.”

“As they say, I’ll see you in court.”

She released her hand and he watched helplessly as she walked out of his house and out of his life.

©Sally @moskedapages

I said i’m on a break but…


I was discussing with the fabulous Toyinfab via BBM just over an hour ago and we were on the topic of plagiarism and how we writers suffer from it. I remember last year when I posted something on this blog that I thought was written by a friend but it turned out he reblogged it from a popular Nigerian newspaper and the reblogging options did not leave room for acknowledging the rightful author of the work. In the end, we both got hounded by the author and I was so ashamed of myself that I had to put the work down immediately. I felt bad and dirty like I had committed a mortal sin and since then, I have taken this copyright something very personal.

So you’re wondering why I’m putting up this post. Here’s why: After I was through chatting with Toyin, I decided to copy and paste part of To Tame A Virgin on Google and see what comes up. And you won’t believe that I found someone who stole my work from 360nobs, gave me no acknowledgments and even changed the title. See, I’m a nice person and that is why I will not call out her name or her blog here but feel free to Google How To Tame A Virgin…Course 101

Pissed is not a word that can be used to describe what I felt. Straightaway I took the right measures and brought it to her notice and to other related third parties.

Now, please, I want to beg those of you wannabe writers and bloggers, stop stealing people’s hard work and sweat. PLEASE! It takes a lot for writers to put their work down and leave it out there for free. If you want to put it on your blog or site, simply ask. I don’t think any writer is averse to getting their work out there. It is absolutely wrong to do this. Please stop it and please don’t do it to me again. Be warned: I’m going to hound you like a dog if you try.

And madam that stole my work and changed the name, I will not let you rest. If by the end of this week you do not put down that post (don’t even put my name, I don’t want again) I will destroy your image on the web and bug your host until they take down your blog.  Rubbish! Shey it was me and you writing it?! Let me not just abuse you here.


And on a happier note, have a nice day peeps!

To Tame A Virgin #12

This is the second part of yesterday’s post. But actually, it is two posts in one. And that’s because I will be taking a two-week break. I need to rest for a while and concentrate on other stuff. But I’ll be back with episode 13, Lord willing. Thanks guys, for loving it so far.

Read previous episodes HEREthighs

DPS Solutions was all Uyi had imagined it would be. The ten-storey glass structure stood impressively in the heart of Abuja’s central business district. Uyi had always fantasized about working there. Apart from the fact that the pay was high, the work environment, as he had been told, was also friendly and inspiring. It was an established company, dating twenty years with its head office in Egypt and branches in Lagos and other West African countries. The Abuja office was just ten years old but it boasted of young, vibrant and intelligent staff. Apart from the administrative, customer relations and corporate affairs departments, the technical staff were allowed to dress as they desired as long as they were decent and presentable. Uyi felt odd decked up in his Sunday best as he waited on the sixth floor at the Network Securities department, watching people walking in and out of the lobby in casual wear. A lady wearing a pink, fitted dress and extremely high heels with her hair held up in a top knot walked to him with a serious face. She had a tablet in her hand and she studied it before she addressed him.

“Omoruyi Emmanuel?”

“Yeah.” Uyi nodded.

“Hi, I’m Binta. Please come with me.”

Uyi stood and followed her out of the lobby. They went down a dim hallway that branched off to a smaller lobby which led them to an office.

“Go in.” She held open the door to the office while Uyi walked in. There was a guy in his mid-thirties leaning on a desk, wearing a plain Polo t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He was watching a tennis match on TV when Uyi came in.

“He’s here, sir,” Binta announced.

“Thank you, Binta.” The guy replied and urged Uyi forward. Binta turned off the television and exited the office.

“Morning. My name is Faisal.” Both guys shook hands. “And you’re Omoruyi, Damaris’ boyfriend?”

Uyi pulled his brows together and Faisal laughed.

“Don’t mind me. I’m a social media addict and you can’t fault me on following Damaris. She’s one hell of a girl and I mean that in a good way. Tell her I’m a fan.”

“I will.”

“So, I’m glad to have you on my team, Omoruyi. I’m in charge of this department and you would be working under me as Chief Malware Analyst. I was informed you were doing something similar at Geek Elysium?”

Uyi nodded.

“Well, here, it’s a bigger position. The guy whose post you’re taking was fired because he couldn’t handle the job. It’s very tasking. It comes with whole lot of benefits though, as you’ll soon find out. I don’t require much from people working under me except dedication, hard work and honesty. DPS has its rules and you must abide with them. Have you ever been in an administrative position before?”


“Well, there’s always a start. You’ll have an eight-man team working under you and they would need training…”

“Wait, what? Eight people under me? I’m just a corper.”

“I know,” Faisal said, studying Uyi more intensely. “Ehm…tell me, are you close with oga at the top?”

“Who is oga at the top?”

“Who else? Your girlfriend’s father.”

Uyi thought the question strange but he answered nonetheless. “No, we’re not close…wait, you said he’s oga at the top?”

Faisal laughed at the confused look on Uyi’s face. “You didn’t know? How do you think you got the job here?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Geek Elysium is under DPS Solutions. DPS is owned by the Alechenus’, the Peters’ and an Egyptian-based company.”

Uyi was dumbfounded. He knew the Peters – two wealthy brothers who were computer engineers, renowned for their research in technology in Africa, but he had no idea the Alechenus’ were co-owners of DPS.

“Remember the late Professor Damaris Alechenu?”

Uyi almost slapped himself for his ignorance. He could have easily researched more on DPS before showing up for the interview.

“She started DPS with the Peters brothers in 1992, opening a computer business center in Lagos. Then they merged with their Egyptian partners in ‘96 after the internet came into Nigeria and expanded on a massive scale. How don’t you know this?”

Uyi scratched the nape of his neck in embarrassment.

“So now you want to tell me you didn’t get this job because you’re dating Damaris?”

Uyi didn’t know how to respond to his new boss whom he was beginning to notice was very blunt, especially for someone his height. Uyi towered over him but it didn’t stop Faisal from sounding direct and intimidating.

“I’ll pass on that question, sir,” Uyi replied.

“Call me Faisal. It’s not beans to get into DPS and get the type of position you’ve been given. Don’t screw it up. Your records say you’re good. Let’s see if you’re DPS material.”

“I’ll do my best.”

Faisal shook his hand again. “Welcome to the team.”

He led him outside where Binta was waiting.

“Show him his office, Binta, and help him process his documents with HR and give him info on whatever else he needs to be intimated with.”

“Yes, sir.”

Faisal walked back into his office and Binta walked Uyi past two doors and came to a third where Chief Malware Analyst was boldly written. Uyi saw that the name of the previous analyst had been scraped off. He imagined his name in its place as Binta opened the door and welcomed him into a spacious, modern day glass office, almost as large as Faisal’s. Uyi couldn’t contain his shock. He turned to Binta with questions in his eyes but she was on her tablet, reading out his duties, schedules and benefits. Uyi stood rooted to the floor, unable to move, afraid to venture any further.

“Are you listening, sir?” Binta raised a brow at him. She had been speaking for a while and every word she had uttered sunk into Uyi but it was too much for him to handle.

“I’m with you,” he rambled.

She continued with her brief. “Upon completing your processing with human resources, you will be automatically registered to join the EC council and obtain a Certified Hacking Certification and other affiliated certifications…”

“What?” Uyi interrupted her and she gave him an impatient stare, repeating what she had just read. She added a few more lines and stopped.

“That will be all. You are not required to resume work today but you’re expected to be here on Wednesday when you will meet your team and be introduced at the department meeting. Please be informed that Mr. Faisal doesn’t tolerate tardiness.”

Uyi nodded, still confounded by all he had heard and seen. He couldn’t believe the benefits attached to his job.

“Please come with me, sir.”

Again, he followed Binta out of the office to an elevator that led them to the ground floor. She took him through a pathway to the parking lot in the direction of a designated spot where a driver was waiting by a sleek car. They both settled into the backseat and she ordered the driver to a certain address in Maitama. They commuted in silence with Binta keeping a straight face and Uyi struggling to still the million excited thoughts running through his mind. He couldn’t wait to call and tell his mom that her prayers for him had finally been answered. He also couldn’t wait to share the good news with Ovie and Peter.

“We’re here, sir.”

Uyi realized they had stopped. He wanted to tell Binta to stop calling him ‘sir’ seeing that she looked older but he let it slide, hoping he wouldn’t have to meet her again. Her serious demeanor unnerved him.

“Please, follow me.”

Once more she led the way as they walked in through the gates of a beautiful house that had flowers surrounding the entrance. Nodding back a greeting to the gateman, Uyi kept in step with her as they trod up the front door of the house. She pressed the doorbell and they waited. The door opened from within and a young boy in his late teens gave way for them to walk in. Uyi stood by the door and admired the simple décor of the living room which held only furniture, curtains and a flatscreen TV. It seemed somebody just moved out of the house, for he could see leftover property in the dining area.

“This is your house, sir,” Binta said unceremoniously and Uyi looked behind him, wondering who she was referring to. For the first time since she first met him at the Network Securities department lobby, she had smiled. But it was a taut smile.

“It’s a little too big. It has five bedrooms but it is all we have for now. The smaller houses are still under construction. When they’re completed, we’ll relocate you to one of them.”

“This…is my house?”

Binta nodded. Uyi rested his hands on his waist and bent his head, trying to put himself together as he felt his knees go weak.

“That’s not all,” she added and he looked at her with butterflies in his stomach.

“There’s more?”

“The car outside is yours. It’s brand new, just bought two months ago and used by your predecessor. It’s for official and personal use. The driver, unfortunately, is company driver. You are not entitled to one yet. However, if you need his services, I’ll put it in writing and process it for you. And one last thing. I’ll be your personal assistant.”

Uyi looked up slowly, his eyes taking in every inch of her. He hadn’t meant to be so brazen but he couldn’t believe he had a personal assistant, let alone a beautiful one.

“Please, I’ll advise that you try not to make advances at me. That was what got the previous guy fired. DPS has zero tolerance for office affairs.”

“Believe me, I have no intention of making advances…”

Binta cut him off curtly. “That’s because you can’t afford to, being that you slept your way into this job.”

“Excuse me?”

She raised her hand and Uyi temporarily forgot his new-found fortune and wondered where her anger was coming from. “The guy whose job, car and house you’ve taken worked seven years to get to your post. Mr. Faisal worked eight to be boss of the department and that’s because the former boss died. You don’t deserve where you’ve been put and God help me, you slip up, just a little, I will bring you down myself.”

Uyi was bowled over at her words. She straightened herself and presented a tight smile, putting the key to his new car into his hand. “Have a wonderful day, sir.”

Uyi watched her sashaying away from him and he couldn’t shake off the feeling that his life was about to turn into one mad rollercoaster. But first, he dialed Ovie and waited until he heard the click and Ovie’s voice.



“Omo, your brother don hammer oh!”


Temi looked up from her computer screen and stared at Uyi’s empty desk. She pushed her glasses to her eyes and stopped what she was doing. Work was not the same without him. If he were present, he would have bothered about her scarring cheeks hidden behind the wig she wore to cover her face; he would have asked how she was healing, he would have taken her to lunch, he would have lessened her work load, he would have walked her home and held her while she slept.


What was it to her these days? She hated her bedroom, her bathroom, her kitchen, the very bed on which she lay. She hated her personal space. She hated being alone. There was no longer Dike to warm her on cold nights or Uyi to force her to watch Naruto. All that she had in her life had been taken away in just one night. She didn’t know who she was anymore. A volcano of emotions containing her regrets, past and deep agony was boiling at the surface, waiting to erupt. She was afraid of the storm it would bring because she knew she couldn’t handle it alone. She needed someone. She needed Uyi.

Temi lifted her phone. It was a new one. It still had the protective cover over the screen. It was a gift from Doctor Mola, bless his soul. She wondered where her old phone was. Had it found a new owner? She wondered if the person knew it was stolen.


She could hear Uyi faintly as she stared at the phone. Slowly she lifted it to her face.

“Tems? Temi? Tem-Tem?” she heard him laugh teasingly. “You finally decided to call. How far na? Talk to me.”

She couldn’t talk to him. She put the phone down and cancelled the call and switched off completely, knowing he would call back. She couldn’t talk to him yet. He was part of the storm. If she opened up to him again, he could cause the volcano to erupt.


A pile of files landed on her desk and she looked up. A shrewd-looking lady rested large eyes on her as if she were searching for something.

“Transcribe!” she ordered. Temi knew their department boss was punishing her for being away a whole week. It was typical of him. Instead of writing a query letter to offending subordinates, he made them transcribe his own handwritten computer codes into programs.

“What’s with your face? Did you fall or something?” the lady asked.

Temi covered her face with her bob wig and picked the files.

“He wants you to start right away.”

Temi nodded and the lady walked away. With one last glance at Uyi’s table, Temi began working on the transcription. Hours would pass before she would look up again, and only because of the shuffling of feet of people leaving the office, indicating work hours were over. A colleague asked if she was leaving; she mumbled a reply and continued working. She typed away endlessly and didn’t notice three hours had gone by on the clock until one of the security men popped his head in.

“Aunty, extra hours are over.”

“Are they?” she asked and looked at the time. “I’m sorry. I’ll be done soon.”

The man disappeared and she gave it ten more minutes before she shut down and left the office. She hugged the files in her hands as she walked home, keeping her head straight but glancing about every few seconds to check her environment. Since her house was not far away, she decided not to use any form of paid transportation. There were a good number of cars and pedestrians on the road but something told her she was being followed. She turned her head to her right, scrutinizing the street around her. But she saw no one. Cars zoomed by and people walked past and nothing indicated that anyone was on her trail. She quickened her steps and hugged tight her handbag which she had now placed in front of her, over the files. Her eyes kept to the junction ahead of her, hoping to get there in faster time than she used to. Out of habit, she began to count her steps, hurrying forward, but a firm hand from behind grabbed her hand and stopped her.

She screamed but it came out hushed and in tiny whimpers when a familiar voice spoke in deep tones into her ear.

“No shout. Just dey waka.”

Temi shivered and felt the files slipping off her hands. She pulled them up and secured them tight again. Her throat swallowed painfully as she dared to look at the guy behind her. He flashed a gun and she looked away and began walking in the direction he nudged. She thought of shouting, she thought of breaking away and running but she didn’t have the guts to do either. She let him lead her and they crossed the street to a waiting car. He pushed her into the backseat and had himself sitting in front. He took a moment to look around his environment, and then he spoke. The moment his mouth opened, Temi’s shivering reached an all high and she felt warm liquid pass from between her legs and spread around her bum.

“Temidire…” the man called and she looked away. He had a dressing covering his left eye but his right eye was glued on her angrily.

“Oh girl, look me!” He forced her face into his and recent memories came pushing through…

Temi woke up and instantly felt a throbbing in her head. It was difficult for her to collect her thoughts but when she saw a teddy bear dangling from a rear-view mirror and her skin felt the rug-like material of the seat she was lying on, she remembered that she had been kidnapped by a cab driver.

She remembered the color of the cab. It was red and had one functioning headlamp. She had stopped it at the junction of her street and gotten in and murmured ‘Gwagwalada’ to the driver. She had preoccupied herself with thoughts of eliminating Dike’s foetus growing in her. Dike had called and gotten on her nerves. She hadn’t noticed the cab driver was going the wrong way until she looked around her environment. When she complained he had pushed something over her face. The last thought on her mind was Uyi, right before she passed out.

Now the cab was moving. She wanted to raise her head to find out where they were heading but she didn’t want the man to know she was awake. She already had a plan forming and it didn’t need long to map out or else her guts would fail her. Silently and carefully, she stretched her hand to the door and pulled her body towards it and in one quick movement, opened it and jumped out.

Her body hit the ground with a vicious impact, causing her to roll dangerously over gravelled pavement several times. She couldn’t think of pain or what would become of her skin. All she wanted was to get away. But that was not going to happen. She heard the cab screeching to a halt as she tried to gather herself to a crawling position. Then she heard the unmistakable sound of the vehicle reversing in full speed and she screamed out. The highway was dark and lonely. The sky was moonless. A few cars zoomed by. None of them noticed her. In her black dress and dark sweater, she blended with the night. Yet she dared to keep screaming as she tried to lift herself off the ground, but a searing pain pierced her side and coursed through her entire body. Then to add to her torture, a heavy kick connected with her centre and had her falling back on the ground. Two more kicks were inflicted and then she was lifted off the ground callously and dragged back to the cab where she was shoved into the backseat again and the door slammed against her.

Temi cried and begged her assaulter to let her go but he ignored her and continued his journey. He increased his speed and turned on the radio. Temi kept with her pleading. She cried, she prayed, she threatened, she cursed but the man was hearing none of it. Yet he could hear his ringing phone above all the noise. He answered it and lowered the volume of the radio.

“You say wetin?” he shouted into the phone as the car slowed. “Ehn, I dey on my way na…” Temi studied him carefully—bulgy eyes, toned arms, thin lips and a coarse voice. He had a strong, sweet smell or was it the thing he had shoved up her face earlier?

“Which kain rubbish yarns be dis one? Which one be yawa don gas? You know the kain waka I don do dis night?”

The car had come to a stop and Temi listened to the guy’s conversation.

“See, me I dey wait for you. I no fit carry the babe go back. She don already see my face. So better handle yourself for there. I dey wait for your call.”

The guy hissed and threw his phone on the seat beside him. Then without warning, he turned and gave Temi a painful slap. Her ear rang and she dazed out for a couple of seconds before regaining herself.

“You wan run abi? No be today dat one go happen! You go die!”

At his last statement, Temi began to cry again but she got another slap, more painful than the previous and her voice immediately simmered down to nothing.

“We go wait here today.”

And they waited four hours, the guy trying over and over a particular number and not getting through. Temi was now in critical pain, because she discovered that she had just lost her baby. Cramps riddled her stomach and she began to squirm under the assault, feeling a gush of blood leave her. When her kidnapper saw her moving, he threw her one last slap and commanded her to sit up. She pulled herself up and began asking to have her life spared. But she was ignored and she begged till she felt her strength leave her. By now, daylight was peeping from the eastern horizon. The guy threw out a loud hiss and tried his phone one last time. Again, he was unsuccessful.

“Wetin I wan do with dis babe now?” he asked himself.

“Abeg oga, no kill me,” Temi pleaded with a faint voice, a high fever causing her body to convulse. “Just… allow me go. I no go ever remember your face, I swear. Take my phone and wallet but no kill me, I take God beg you.”

He glared at her for an extended time and finally got out a bottle of chloroform. He poured an ample amount of it on a cloth and held it over her face. Temi was too weak to fight him and the drug. That familiar sweet smell filled her nostrils as she inhaled. She embraced the calming sleep that followed…

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To Tame A Virgin #11

So, this episode is really long, so I had to break it into two. Enjoy!

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Dami was in a good mood. A very, very good mood. She loved it when it rained. She always had a mad desire to run under it like she loved doing when she was little. Uyi nicknamed her ‘wet girl’; a name that connoted more than what the rain did to her.

Monday morning came with an angry downpour that put Uyi in a bad mood. Unlike his sweetheart, rainfall never eased his state of mind or emotions. If anything, it made him worse. He grew up in poor conditions and the rains meant for him then, a leaking roof, a flooded neighborhood with water carrying all sorts of filth and debris, and the fear of being constantly struck by lightning (having experienced it once as a kid and narrowly escaping death from it). Even as a grown man now, he still sometimes found himself scared of thunderstorms.

“Uyi, look! Hailstones! Closest thing to snow around here! I’m going to get me some!” Dami giggled and ran outside like a little child running on jet fuel. Uyi who was lying on her bed, sat up and pulled his laptop to him. He ran his fingers over the mouse, popping up a window on his screen that displayed the face of a man that made him frown. That face was primarily the reason why he was upset.

He had spent the better part of his weekend (when he was not having sex with Dami) tracking down the person behind the totameavirgin website. The first result he hit was a brick wall, leading him to a proxy server used to mask the real IP address of the individual behind the website. But Uyi had his ways and his connections in the IT world and in no time, he traced the site back to Dike. Determined to revive his image in Felix’s eyes, he dug for more and found to his dismay that Dike was good friends with Felix himself. There were pictures of both men’s families in Dike’s Facebook albums and he even discovered Felix had attended the same university and once worked as a business partner with Dike. The thought of them being friends aroused Uyi’s curiosity and he began wondering if Felix ran the site alongside Dike. But that line of thought was ludicrous and Uyi abandoned it immediately. Why would Felix ask him to investigate something he was part of? And why would someone of his status do something so juvenile? To Uyi, he saw a man merely being protective of his cousin and opening a site centered around her sex life couldn’t be something someone like Felix could do. Uyi’s conclusion was that the Dike character that he knew nothing about had to be running the show alone.

And that pushed him further into his investigation. He wanted more dirt on Dike. To him, a forty-something year old man did not start acting like a teenager for the fun of it; Dami must have, in her notoriously annoying way, done something to push him. Hence, on Saturday he contacted a friend working with the mobile network provider Dike was using and asked for Dike’s phone call logs. He got a reply by Sunday evening, an email with an endless list of Dike’s call history in the past year. Uyi ran the list on a program and requested the most frequently dialed numbers. Three numbers appeared—the first, Uyi knew nothing of but the last two belonged to the two women in Uyi’s life. Dami and Temi. While Dami’s was dated six months back, Temi’s was quite recent. In fact, Dike had dialed her twice on Saturday afternoon.

When Uyi had fallen into this discovery, he was very confused. He planned on questioning Dami but he held back and investigated further by hacking into both Dami’s and Dike’s email accounts. However, he came up with nothing. He couldn’t get into Temi’s because of a security measure she had put to track down anyone hacking into her personal files. Hence he compiled his findings, made a detailed note about Dike’s involvement with the site and the process he had used to trace him, and he put everything in a folder named ‘Dike’. Now because Dike was a family man and a friend of Felix, Uyi had no true intentions of sending the information to Felix but he kept it around in case it was ever requested. Still the thought that Temi, especially, could have something to do with Dike bothered him. Was he the ‘boyfriend’ she always spoke about? Was he the one that hit her? These questions bothered Uyi more than the fact that he had a job interview in less than two hours that he had not prepared for.

Outside, Dami was standing under the cover of her roof, chewing on tiny hailstones. Her excitement was closely viewed by her gateman and his wife from behind the frail curtain of their small room by the gate. Dami knew they were watching her but she didn’t care. She was in high spirits. And it wasn’t just because of the two bottles of cough syrup she had secretly consumed in the bathroom an hour before, nor was it just because of the rain. Throughout the weekend, she had carefully observed Uyi and his laptop. For every moment she was not in his arms, he was fixated on the thing. And each time she tried to see what he was doing, he always shut it and pushed it away. But she got her moment when he drifted to sleep the previous night, leaving the laptop on. Stealthily, she took it out of bed and into the sitting room where she investigated what it was that had his attention all weekend. And there she stumbled upon the ‘Dike’ folder and when she clicked it open and read the note Uyi had made, she was stunned. Right away, she fished around for a flash drive and copied the folder before sneakily returning the laptop back to where Uyi had left it. She stashed the flash drive away and nestled into his cuddle, going to bed a very happy girl.


“You’ll catch a cold with what you’re doing.”

Dami turned to see Uyi behind her. She shoved a tiny hailstone into his mouth and he spat it out.

“Come in, Damaris.”

Uyi drew her in with a kiss. Her mouth was cold against his and so was her body as his fingers ran over the drops of water on her thighs. She held unto him hungrily, her hands heading for his boxers but he pulled away and took her hand.

“I’m hungry. Come let’s find something to eat.”

She hopped on his back and wrapped her legs around him. “You’ll cook for me?” she asked, giggling.

“Yes, I will. And you have to eat. No girl should space between her legs like a guy.”

“Girls I know would kill for the space between my legs. People even do liposuction to get it.”

“And yours is natural?”

“Yep. Naturally hot. But I have curves na.”

“Surprisingly. Still I’ll fatten you.”

Uyi dropped her on the kitchen counter and began making breakfast.

“I’m a bit nervous about the interview,” he revealed.

“The job is yours already. Just speak geek to them and you’ll be fine.” She assured him.

“Dami, we’re talking about DPS Solutions here. It’s not Geek Elysium oh. Do you know where we all were when DPS started with the internet in Nigeria?”

Dami shook her head. “Mnh-mnh.”

“We were in the stone age. In short, only rich people in this country knew about computers then. Those that had them couldn’t even use them. But DPS was light years away!”

“Whatever. It’s just a bunch of geeks like you but with a lot of money. They are now fat and lazy and are looking for young blood to do all the work. So just go there and wow them. But first…” she pulled him to her, “you have to wow me.”

“Damaris, not now.” He moved away.

“Why?” she sat up, pouting.

“Because I am not a sex machine. Geez! I’m tired.”

“But I want you.”

“Come on, close your legs; you’re in the kitchen for heaven’s sake.”

She gave up and jumped off the counter. “I have decided to go to work today.”

“Good for you.”

She put her arms around him from behind and rested her head on his back. “But I want to follow you to your interview.”

“No. Go to work, and try not to piss Mr. Enenche off. He’s older than you and you should respect him.”

“I’ll try.” She pinched his nipples before she walked away.


Dike held Kachi tight beneath the soft, blue duvet that shielded them from the cold weather. He refused to let go even as she squirmed restlessly in his hold. She was in a laughing fit and it felt good to Dike to hear the cheerfulness in her voice. He knew she was still bitter at him but he saw that she was fighting it and he was grateful for that.

“Ogbudike, let me go to work na,” she begged, giggling. His fingers were mercilessly tickling her sides.

“Which work?” he asked, not stopping. “It’s raining.”

“Just because you’re jobless…”

“My friend, shut up. Who says I’m jobless?”

“But seriously,” she stopped moving, “you don’t have a job, Dike.”

“I do.” He went for her calf next, running small lines on sensitive spots near the sole of her foot. She wiggled her leg away and sat up, throwing the blanket off. The freezing air coming from opened windows hit her naked skin and she hugged herself as she got off the bed.

“I’m not supposed to announce this but I’m now a secret senior partner at Geek Elysium.”

Kachi turned around at the breaking news. “When?”

“Last week. Felix isn’t so sure how Justice Alechenu would handle it, since Geek Elysium is a family business. So we’re keeping it under the radar. Don’t let Ene find out too. For obvious reasons, she still has reservations about me.”

“Felix told you she has reservations?” Kachi asked walking into the bathroom.

“He didn’t have to. I just know.”

Kachi replied something to his statement but he didn’t hear. He sat up and pushed aside the duvet.

“So when are you moving back in?” he inquired.

“Moving back in?” Kachi returned with her toothbrush in her mouth. “Dike, we’re still in the wooing process. Until I’m sure that you’re hundred percent in love with and faithful to me, I’m not coming back to this house.” She made brushing motions and smiled with her eyes as she saw the sad look on her husband’s face.

Dike’s phone buzzed beside him and he looked into the screen, his brows gathering in surprise. He picked the phone and walked out of the bedroom. Kachi tried not to bother about the fact that he was taking a call away from her as she continued with her oral hygiene. After she was done, she had a long, hot shower. Wrapped in Dike’s bathrobe, she walked back into the bedroom and found him standing by the door.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, detecting the serious expression on his face.

“Kachi, we need to talk.”

Kachi’s heart sank and her shoulders fell. “Please don’t tell me there’s another girl.”

“It’s Damaris. She was the one on the phone.”

“What did she want?”

“Baby, please sit.”

“No, I’m standing. What did the brat want?”

Dike took in and let out a heavy breath and in very few but concise words, told Kachi about the website. Astonishingly, Kachi said nothing, though he could see her chest heaving and her eyes turning red.

“Why did you do it?” she asked.

“I was in a bad place, Kach. I really had feelings for Damaris then and when she dumped me and exposed the relationship…”

“Affair,” Kachi corrected.

“Affair. When she exposed us, I was terribly shaken. I got mad and…”

“Vindictive. As usual.”

“I’m sorry.”

Kachi nodded but her nostrils burned with suppressed tears.

“So she wants to sue you?” she asked. Dike nodded. “Does she have proof?”

“She does. She traced the site back to me. I shut it down on Saturday but it takes seventy-two hours before the host company finally disables it. It’s a precaution for people who might want to change their minds later.”

“So the site is still on?”

“Yeah. But don’t worry. Everything’ll be fine.”

“Everything will be fine? Oh, Dike…” Kachi slumped into the stool before her vanity table. “What are we going to do? You have to tell Felix to talk to her.”

“I can’t. Felix doesn’t know it’s me behind the site and he’s been really angry about it and had even ordered an investigation…”

“Oh God…” Kachi muttered. “Justice Alechenu will bury you alive. They’ll sue you for libel. We have to go and beg before it blows up.”

“Over my dead body.” Dike glowered and walked away from the door.

“How bad is this site, Dike? I want to see it.” Kachi reached for her phone on the vanity table but Dike walked to her and snatched it.

“It’s better you don’t. There are naked pictures of…her there.”

Kachi’s mouth dropped open.

“I didn’t put them. A registered user did but the necessary parts were blurred…”

“Dike, what happened to you?” Kachi looked at him as if she was staring at a stranger. “How did it get so bad?”

“I don’t know. I really don’t,” he replied in honesty.

“Oh God, help me.” Kachi was now in tears, her head buried in her hands. Dike sat on the bed and reached for his phone.

“I have to call my lawyer.”

“Just go and apologize to Damaris and her father.”

“No, Onyekachi. I won’t.”

“But that man will use his influence to ruin you, Nnai. Remember what he did the last time. He’s the reason all your clients dropped you. I know what he can do.”

“I am not begging him, woman!”

“Why did you do that type of wickedness to Damaris na? Why?” Kachi sobbed.

Dike stood, putting his phone to his ear as he walked out of his room. Kachi crumbled completely. She felt the familiar strings of resentment tugging at her heart and prayed to God to help her remain sane.


Anyebe concentrated on the iPad Mini in his hands, his eyes deepening by the minute. Dami sat on his table, facing him, restlessly swinging her legs as she waited for him to devour the evidence before him. He finally raised himself to a straight posture and looked at her.

“Get off my table, child.”

Dami hopped down and stood where her feet landed.

“How did you get this?”

“From Uyi’s laptop to my flash to my phone and…”

“Omoruyi compiled this?” he asked. Dami nodded.

“You see? I told you he’s a keeper and would do well with DPS.”

“Can we sue Dike with this, dad?” Damaris asked impatiently.

“You said you have more evidence?”

“I have screenshots of the site from the very first day it was up.”

“What does that mean?” Anyebe asked, leaning back on his chair.

“It’s pictures taken with my iPad of pages on the site. We can use those as proof.”

“Tell me more about this proxy server thing.”

“Basically,” Dami began, “when you connect to the internet through a proxy server, the home IP address of your machine will not be shown but rather the IP of the proxy server will be shown, providing you with privacy and making it difficult and sometimes, even impossible for anyone to track your real IP address,” she finished. “Can we still get him, Dad?”

Anybebe was in deep thought for a while. “If we can trace the proxy server back to him, why not? I wish your mother were here. She was the computer genius. She would have figured out what to do.”

“Well, she’s dead and the company lawyers are very alive.”

“I’ll see what we can come up with by the end of the day.”

“Dad, please hurry. The site is shutting down tomorrow afternoon. Registered users have already been sent alerts.”

“Damaris, stop getting ants in your pants. Relax and let me handle it.”

“So we’re suing?”

“But of course.”

“Yay!” Dami did a little dance and hugged her father, leaving a peck on his forehead. He gave her a calm smile and patted her cheek. As she picked her iPad Mini and left the office, she did not see the angry mien that settled on his face.

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