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In Loving Memory of Daniel Emmanuel Nyako

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This is a heartbreaking story of a Nigerian soldier who lost his life fighting for this country. Lance Corporal Daniel Emmanuel Nyako was part of the special forces at the forefront of the Boko Haram menace in Borno State. I got to know about him from Debbie. She is a fan of this blog and a friend. She uses the alias Double Dee and you might have come across her comments in some posts. Daniel Emmanuel Nyako was her elder brother and she is shattered by his painful departure.

Many soldiers have gone and no one really commemorates them or remembers them. They fight to make sure we live and they die while giving us our peace. There’s a lot of politics involved and sadly, these men and women are often times caught up in the fire by giving up their lives for us. I have friends in the army, even those serving in Afghanistan right now and all I have is deep respect for what they do. To leave one’s family and the pleasures of life and take up weapons and face death daily is not something the faint-hearted can do.

Soldiers know at the back of their minds that their lives are at stake when they go to war but they do not go there to lose, especially if what they’re fighting for guarantees peace and freedom for the innocent and helpless.  They are there to be victorious and are willing to lay down their lives for the sake of peace.

Daniel Emmanuel Nyako was one of such brave men. And his sister, Debbie wanted me to do this in memory of him.

Here are her own words:

“Daniel was killed while serving his nation and protecting the citizens. All the soldiers said he was good at his job as a ranger. Am glad that he was so good he was a threat to boko haram that they had to plan to kill him with the help of the saboteurs in the Nigerian army. They knew the vehicle he was in and sent shots at his exact location. Even when he managed to jump out and roll to a hiding place they kept on firing at that location directly with an AA.

I remember, during the attack that led to so many soldiers dying and the subsequent removal of the GOC, he was part of the soldiers attacked and when we didn’t hear from him for days we got so worried that he might have been killed, one officer told my sister he said, “Daniel knows his job so well that a bullet would not kill him so don’t worry. He later contacted us and said he was fine. Then again he was part of the people attacked near Damboa, and true to that officer’s words a bullet did not kill my brother. The fragment from an AA hit him in the rib cage, there was no open wound but he bled internally and died afterwards. Am sure it was time that was why he died. I know how he loved been a soldier and he was very good at it. So many of his colleagues have told us they envied the way he knew his work so well and wished they could be like him. If he was an American soldier maybe he would have been celebrated, or his name mentioned as one of the gallant commandos that lived but as a Nigerian soldier all u get is a pre-planned killing and a silent burial with some people at the top getting their pockets filled with blood money. God help us.”

 

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May he rest in peace and may the valiant men and women who have died in this senseless and brutal war against terrorism find eternal solace. May their lives not go in vain.

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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.

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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?”

“No.”

“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.

“OV?”

“Wetin?”

“Omo, your brother don hammer oh!”

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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.

Home.

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.

“Hello?”

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.

THUD!

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 #3

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Temi?” Uyi tapped softly on Temi’s bedroom door and waited as he heard shuffling. The door opened from within and Temi stepped out, a hanky over her nose.

“Were you crying?”

She sniffed. “No.”

“I’m sorry I laughed… I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay. I made a fool of myself. I don’t know why I did that. You must think I’m a crazy, horny girl now.”

“We all get horny. But yes, you’re crazy.”

She playfully hit him with a smile.

“I have to go,” he said.

“Okay, lemme get my sweater and walk you.”

She retreated into the bedroom and returned with a sweater.

“Uyi,” she bit her lip and played with her fingers, “I’m sure you think I’m crazy about you, with the perfume and the kiss earlier… I like you but not like that. Like I said, I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“And like I said, it’s no big deal, though I enjoyed the kiss and I wouldn’t have stopped you.”

She playfully hit him again and opened the door. They walked out of her apartment and came round to a large duplex in the compound.

“Who lives here?” Uyi asked, staring up at the duplex.

“My aunt. But she’s out of the country now. She graciously gave me her boys’ quarters to live.”

“How about your parents?”

“They’re in Illorin.”

Temi led the way, leading them out of the main gate of the house. It was already dark and a moonless sky was suspended above them but the street lamps illuminated the quiet and exclusive neighborhood. Temi walked Uyi to a junction where he was sure to get a taxi and she stopped.

“I have to go home now,” she said. “See you at work tomorrow.”

He nodded. “I enjoyed the rice, by the way. It was delicious.”

“Thanks.” She hugged him and turned around. “Bye!”

A gentle breeze was beginning to blow as she walked back home and Temi took her time enjoying the feel of it over her body. With a smile, she began to recall the feel of Uyi’s lips over hers and she didn’t caution her thoughts when they wandered back to him. She wanted more. No, she wanted all of him. It was an attraction that hit her the first time she saw him when he walked into the office in his corper uniform and a lost look in his eyes. She had stopped what she was doing and positioned herself to study every feature on him carefully. His face wasn’t spectacular and she would come to learn that the lost look in his eyes was a constant but she would also find out that he was a computer genius. He had graduated with a first class in computer science and had gone for a second degree in computer programming and came out with a second class upper. He could speak seventeen languages, French, Arabic and Chinese included and could play four different musical instruments at advanced levels. It was his brains that sustained him through school with scholarships from an oil company and his state government. Temi saw in him a man that was going to be a big CEO of a multimillion naira company someday and she saw herself next to him. Her best friend, Hafsa told her she was sapiosexual, being attracted to and turned on by only intelligent men, men with the same IQ level as hers. Temi didn’t deny it but she was convinced that she felt more for Uyi than just what her sexual orientation dictated.

Temi came to her building and walked in, leaving the gateman to close the gate behind her. As she rounded her aunt’s duplex, she heard a familiar voice that made her frown. Standing before her door, waiting for her was her boyfriend, Dike. He was on the phone with someone. When he saw. her, he stretched out a hand and she walked into his embrace.

“Please, call me when you get anything, abeg. I really need this contract to work. Thanks, man.”

Dike slid shut his phone and pulled Temi into a warm kiss. “Where were you, cuddles?” he asked, his handsome face coming into a slight frown.

“I walked a friend,” she replied, catching her breath from the kiss.

“Hafsa?”

“Ehm, yeah.”

“I thought you said you guys had a fight. Reconciled?”

“Yeah.” Temi unlocked her door and they walked in. Dike wasted no time in devouring her lips again and this time, his hands were all over her body.

“Dike…” she protested and moved away from him. “I’m on my period.”

He frowned. “Does it come twice a month or something? Two weeks ago, you asked me to help you buy sanitary towels.”

Temi sighed. “Okay, I’m not on my period but I’m not in the mood and…”

Dike grabbed her again and began to kiss her and this time his hands expertly pressed the right buttons on her body. Gradually, she became weak in his arms and when she realized he wasn’t going to let her go, she shut her eyes and imagined it was Uyi who was touching her. But Dike made love to her in his usual hurried manner and in no time, he was done and panting hard beside her while she was left hanging and frustrated.

“Want a drink of water?” he asked, heading to the kitchen but she didn’t respond as she got off the couch and walked to her bathroom. She put on her showercap and turned on the cold shower.

“You’re awfully quiet today, baby? What’s wrong?” Dike appeared at the doorway with a glass of cold water.

“I’m fine,” Temi muttered but shook her head as a thought entered her. “No, I’m not fine.”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“When are you going to announce to everyone at the office that I’m your girlfriend?”

Dike stopped drinking and narrowed his eyes at her. “Announce?”

“Okay, maybe not announce-announce but…” she trailed off as she felt herself tense up emotionally. “I saw you at the restaurant today when I went for lunch and you were alone but you acted like you didn’t even see me and I was sitting directly opposite you. Are you ashamed of me or something?”

“No, cuddles.”

“Then why do you always walk past me at work and…”

“I’m part of management…”

“You are a consultant!” Temi raised her pitch. “You hardly come to work! You work in other firms! Greek Elysium is not your main office! Why must I be a secret?!”

“Hey, hey, hey.” Dike placed his glass of water on the floor and walked to her. He got into the shower with her and held her.

“I’m sorry, Temi but you know I’m a very private person and I don’t like people being up in my grill, especially after what happened.”

“What happened has got nothing to do with us! It was between you and her and nobody even knew about it!”

“Okay, you have a point there but you can’t say I’m not always at the office nau. I spend my time there a lot these days because that’s all I’ve got going.”

Temi furrowed her brows and looked at him. “All you’ve got…? How?”

“I lost my other contracts.”

“Two of them?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

“I don’t know. It’s like some bad juju is following me. They both called me and told me they weren’t retaining me any longer since my job was done.”

“Two of them?” Temi turned off the shower. “Didn’t you sign some sort of agreement?”

“Yes, I did. But it seems they’re allowed to let me go after any job is done.”

“So, you’re broke?”

“Not entirely but soon. But I’ll be fine, cuddles. What I don’t need is you stressing yourself over how I feel about you. You know I love you.”

Temi crossed her arms. “You do? How much?”

Dike uncrossed her arms. “Allow me show you.”

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Dike left a gentle kiss on Temi’s lips and she stirred in her sleep. She threw a hand over him and pulled him close but he gently slid off her grip and got off the bed. He walked out to the sitting room where he had kept his clothes and wore them and like a mouse, he quietly opened the door and walked out. He stared at his watch and was shocked to find that it was almost eleven o’clock. He walked out the compound and began a short journey to where he had parked his car. It was on a street that connected to Temi’s and he found it in the condition he had left it. He got in, keyed the engine and drove home.

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Dike parked his car outside his home and took his time to gather a few items from his backseat, including a steaming shawarma he had just bought from Drumstix.

“Oga good evening!” his nosy gateman appeared by his window, making him almost jump.

“Ehen, Sunny. How are you?”

“I dey, sir.”

“Ehn, I fit get space to park for inside?”

“No, everybody don come back and no space.”

Dike shook his head. If it wasn’t for his present condition, he would have rented out a nice, cozy home he had been eyeing in Maitama. He hated that he had to share space with three other tenants in one compound. The apartments were comfortable and had large rooms but he still wasn’t cool with the living arrangements. Sunny helped him with his things and they both walked in. The first thing that greeted Dike’s eyes was the old couple that was seated outside their apartment, talking in low tones and laughing to themselves. The man couldn’t be anything less than seventy and the wife a few years younger but they loved each other. It seemed they had found the secret of life and they were going to live out their days enjoying it.

“Mr Nzube!” the man greeted and Dike smiled.

“Good evening, sir,” Dike bent his head respectfully.

“Just back from work?”

“Yes sir. Good evening, ma.”

The woman smiled back.

“I was just telling my wife that you young people work so hard these days. In our time…”

Dike heaved silently and endured the old man’s walk down memory lane. It lasted a few minutes and when he was done, Dike smiled again.

“Good night.”

“Good night!” the couple said in unison as he walked in through a door that led him up a flight of stairs leading to his own apartment. Sunny was waiting outside the door and Dike relieved him of the things in his hands.

“Thank you, Sunny.”

Sunny nodded and made it down again. Dike fumbled around for his key and when he got it, he made to insert it into the keyhole but the door opened from within, scaring him so bad, the things in his hands fell to the floor, including his laptop and shawarma.

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry,” apologized the person that startled him. Dike lifted angry eyes at his wife as she bent down to help him.

“When did you get in?” he asked.

“About eight hours ago.”

“And you didn’t call to tell me you were coming or that you had arrived?”

Kachi looked at her husband carefully but with a frostiness in her eyes that spoke volumes. Dike stood and walked in, leaving her outside. She joined him in the sitting room a short while later.

“You have not seen me in five months and you welcome me like that?” Kachi asked him but he snapped at her.

“You walked out on me! You refused to pick my calls or reply my texts! Then you think you can just appear out of nowhere and demand a warm hug? Are you crazy?”

Kachi looked like she had something to say but she refrained and walked into the kitchen instead. Out of her sight, Dike smelled himself and realized Temi was written all over him. He hurried into his bedroom, discarded his clothes swiftly and took a quick shower. When he was through and parted the shower curtain, he found Kachi waiting for him with her hands behind her back.

“Jesus! Kachi, stop ghosting around the house like that!”

She produced her hands from behind her and handed him his towel and watched as he mopped himself dry. “I made your favorite soup. Onugbu.”

“Where’s my son? You left him in Suleija?”

“He’s here. He’s the reason why we came. He was really sick…”

“And you brought him all the way to Abuja to treat him?”

“His health insurance is registered to a hospital here nau.”

“Still no excuse for you to come all the way.” Dike walked out of the bathroom and walked to the wardrobe to get his pajamas.

“Okay, I came back because I got a job with a school in Jabi.”

Dike turned, a full scowl on his face. “What happened to the school where you’re still working in Suleija?”

“I quit. Two weeks ago.”

“Without telling me?!” Dike shouted. “How do you make major decisions like that without informing me first, Onyekachi? Abi, am I not a man to you again?!”

“You cheated on me, Dike!”

“Oh, so we’re still going down that road, okwa ya? We’re still talking about a cheating I did not do?!”

“It doesn’t matter if you slept with her or not, you cheated on me emotionally! You hurt my feelings! You decimated my trust and you destroyed every ounce of respect I had for you! But I’m here again to make things work, so don’t disrespect me by speaking to me as if I am brainless! I am a smart, intelligent woman who has gone through hell with her husband and is willing to give him a second chance and the least you can do is catch the line I’m throwing you without making a big hoo-ha over it!”

Dike slowly sat on the bed and turned away from Kachi with an instant, banging headache. Trouble was back and there was no escaping it this time. He looked at her seething where she was standing, her beautiful face showing her pain. She was more stunning than Temi and maybe not as intelligent but she was smart in her own way and never hesitated to remind him of the fact. Still she was a pain in his neck and had been so even from the first day she walked into his life as his wife.

It began with the pregnancy. She would nag over everything. From the way he scattered his clothes around the room to even the way he snored at night. His mother told him to endure, that the phase was going to be over after the baby was born but she only got worse. Dike loved her immensely then and was willing to endure anything for her sake but as the years rolled by and her acerbic tongue threatened his sanity and masculinity, he began to withdraw from her. He spent more time at work or with his friends at bars after work and he made sure he was hardly home during the weekends. His son was the only thing that kept him around the house and even that wasn’t enough to keep him happy. He was glad when she announced to him over a year ago that she had gotten a job to work in a private secondary school in Suleija. He encouraged her to go for it and when she accepted, no married man was as happy as he was in the whole of Abuja. She took the boy with her and put him in a primary school there and they either visited Abuja every weekend or Dike went to see them.

Absence they say, makes the heart grow fonder and that was the case with Dike and Kachi. Her nagging had reduced and his impatience with her was also done with but having found new freedom and living his life almost as a bachelor, Dike’s eyes began to stray. When he was first offered the job to consult for Greek Elysium, bringing in and managing expensive clients for them, Dike never thought he would enter into the world of unfaithful men but the moment he set his eyes on Dami, he knew nothing was ever going to stop him from having her. At that point, he was fairly rich, consulting for four different companies within Abuja; he could afford to give the twenty-six year old anything she wanted. It was a secret affair and not even his friends knew about it. Dami made him feel young again and for that short period of time they were together, he made plans to divorce Kachi. Reason being that he had fallen in love with Dami. It wasn’t just a flimsy infatuation that was going to fizzle away; he was truly and deeply head over heels in love with her and wanted to marry her after he was done with Kachi. He had heard rumors about Dami’s unstable ways but he told himself she was different with him. He didn’t mind that she was a virgin and didn’t sleep with him. In his mind, he was going to have her when she became his officially. But Dami remained true to her nature and after six months, got bored and tired of him and without any explanation, sent him a text, telling him it was over. Dike was deeply heartbroken and begged to be taken back but she rejected his calls, stayed away from him and when he became persistent, she reported him to her father, telling him a married man was stalking her. Her father looked into the case, got information about Dike and contacted Kachi and as they say it down here, fowl ynash blow open.

What ensued was a nasty family feud that involved both Kachi’s and Dike’s families. Kachi threatened to leave but since it was proven that Dike didn’t sleep with Dami, she was asked to give him another chance. She agreed but promised to punish him for it. Hence, she stayed away from him for five months. Dike did not care. He was still heartbroken over Dami’s betrayal and to revive his sense of self, he picked Temi and began an affair with her. Temi was quiet, a homebody and was badly in need of love. She had no idea that he was married and offered him her body willingly because he treated her kindly. He had planned to keep the relationship going for a long time but now as he sat watching his fuming wife, he wasn’t so sure if keeping Temi was a good idea at all.

“Daddy?”

Dike turned to the door to see his six year old son standing by it. Kachi was right; the boy was ill. Dike could tell from the yellow in his eyes. He got up and walked to the boy, lifting him off the floor.

“Travis, why aren’t you sleeping?”

“I was hearing you and mommy shouting.”

“We were just playing.” Dike lied, taking him back to his bedroom. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine.”

Dike put his son back into to bed and covered him with a blanket.

“Daddy, I want to play FIFA with you.”

“Not tonight, Travis. When you get better, I promise. Now, you have to go to sleep.”

Dike began to head for the door but Travis stopped him. “You didn’t pray.”

Dike swallowed and an image of Temi lying naked stabbed him in guilt. He scratched his head and turned back. “Why don’t you pray, big boy?”

“Okay.”

Travis put his hands together and began.

“In Jesus name. Dear God, thank you the food we eat and the bed to sleep and the roof over our heads. Thank you for mommy and daddy and Grandpa and Grandma Chinyere and Grandma Peace. Thank you for healing me and bringing me back to Abuja. I don’t want to go back to Suleija again and mommy said I won’t. I want my daddy and my mommy to stop fighting…”

Dike opened an eye to look at the boy and he saw Kachi standing by the door, looking back at him.

“Please, send me a baby sister and please let her have long hair and plenty teeth. In Jesus name.”

Dike tried not to laugh.

“Daddy, say amen.”

“Amen. Oya good night. Sleep.”

Dike saw the gusto in the boy return as he rested his head on the pillow. He placed a kiss on his forehead and walked out of the room. He found Kachi at the corridor, the anger in her gone.

“Nnai…” she called gently, “I’m sorry.” She walked to him. He hugged her and momentarily remembered why he married her in the first place but his resentment returned and a fiendish thought entered his mind.

“Let’s answer Travis’ prayer. Let’s have another baby.”

“For real?” she looked at him, smiling uncontrollably. She had always wanted another child.

“Maybe it will bring us closer,” Dike told her and she hugged him tight.

“Thank you. Let’s start now,” she whispered.

“No, dinner first. Abi you want make I no perform well?”

She giggled and kissed him. “Let me warm up the soup.”

She hurried into the kitchen and Dike walked back to his bedroom. He fished for his phone from his pocket and scrolled to his browser. A certain web address was on speed dial and he clicked on it. In seconds he was inside the control panel of the site and from there he could view every activity that was going on. He clicked on statistics and a page opened, showing him the activities of a current online betting game that he had initiated. The numbers had soared since the last time he visited the site five hours ago and even at that moment, he noticed three members and one visitor online and two of them had upped the numbers, placing a bet on an individual they were sure was going to be the one to deflower Dami. Dike smiled and logged out. Despite his latest employment drawbacks, things seemed to be looking up. Kachi was going to be occupied with thoughts of having a baby, leaving him free to pursue his affair with Temi, and his plan to utterly ruin Dami. Revenge was a meal the little brat was going to be served and it was going to be hot and steamy.

“Dike, dinner’s ready!”

©Sally @moskedapages

Casablanca (In Pursuit Of Kyenpia)

Casablanca

The light had been flickering on and off for almost thirty minutes. It was enough time, in my estimation, for the drug to kick into her bloodstream. Her head was bent, long weave falling across her face, beads of sweat dropping to the floor. The room was somewhere above 90˚F, enough to boil her blood but so far, she had held on strong, determined to fight the heat. I smiled. The heat was not the problem, it was the deadly sulfur that was racing to the surface her skin. You see, she was allergic to sulfur and had no idea that she had been injected with a lethal dose of the substance when her abductors had knocked her out cold an hour ago. She was going to itch intensely and go nuts from the itching for almost an hour. During that time, blotches will appear on her skin, red and raw like fresh burn spots and will hurt like she was set on fire. Even if her hands and feet were untied, her situation could not be remedied. At some point she was going to cry to God for mercy but before I get to that stage in my story, let me trackback and tell you how I got Stella into her state of Casablanca.

10 hours ago

I had many hideouts. One was the captain’s safe house where I had deposited Zia after I picked her from the airport. The second was my cousin’s marijuana estate on the outskirts of Lagos. Aaron was a trauma doctor and a drug mogul fondly referred to as Aaron the Baron. He wasn’t aggressive or menacing like most guys in the business but he was never to be toyed with. He didn’t speak much. Most of his interactions were calculated, single words or short phrases uttered unceremoniously without even a casual glance at the other person because he was always hunched over his phone. I swear, he was born with the thing. Otherwise, he was a cool guy and wise beyond his years if he stopped snorting the occasional line of cocaine. Did I say occasional? No, he was a junkie. I would like to say his addiction was not destructive because he always seemed clear-headed but the drug was responsible for putting him out of his job and costing him four wonderful marriages. I wish there was something I could do to help; he was breaking his mother’s heart.

It was 9pm and I was seated with him in his kitchen together with my younger brother, Ramsey, who was a lieutenant in the Nigerian Army and also the captain’s most trusted employee. If he wasn’t in a peace-keeping mission, he was overseeing all of the captain’s underground businesses. The captain always made sure he kept him around, not just to run things but to keep him alive. Ramsey, like every male born to the captain, had a daredevil side that needed to be domesticated.

“She has come,” Aaron’s bodyguard announced peeping into the kitchen and retreating immediately. He was referring to Stella; she had arrived to collect the loan Ramsey promised her. Aaron and I stayed back while Ramsey attended to her in the dining area, deliberately keeping her within earshot. After pleasantries, he told her, much to her unease that the captain was on the phone and wanted to speak with her. There was a slight pause and I heard the old man’s voice over the speakerphone. He sounded better from the last time I spoke with him. He seemed to be recuperating faster than anyone thought he would. Two weeks ago he had his first heart attack after losing billions in the stock market. I mean, I don’t get it. This guy is stinking rich and no matter how much Holy Ghost fire anyone reined on him, it would not touch his money, which was sure enough to sustain my own grandchildren. So why have a heart attack over a few? A little bird told me he had become stingy of late. Na today? He had always been tight. I don’t blame him. His father trained him with a locked fist. He worked hard for all he got and never understood the luxuries of a wasteful lifestyle. He got all he needed, of course, but was never allowed to take them for granted and that same training he passed unto us.

As a teenager I washed cars and walked his dogs and played boring golf with him if I wanted some extra change to impress a girl. Sometimes the tasks he made me do were as silly as toasting a chick my age for him or racing with him in the dead of night in an abandoned military airstrip. I never understood why I had to work for everything but the training  eventually paid off when at the early age of just twenty-eight, I inherited his hotel. Everyone thought I would run the business down but I borrowed a ton of cash from my grandfather and surprised even myself when I turned it into one of the leading hotels in Nigeria with branches located in strategic states and other African countries. Okay, I’m bragging a little here. Back to the story!

“When did you start dealing, Stella?” the captain’s voice was on edge.

“Em…” she began to speak but he caught her off gruffly.

“We have a system. I don’t have to tell you that. We have dealers. If you hit a deal, you pass it unto them and make your cut. You do not go into their territory. Your job is to move!”

“But captain–”

“There are no buts. Stick to your station. The only thing is, an acquaintance here needs the ‘gold’ and that should still put you in business. I will buy it straight from this your Catherine person and give you a certain undisclosed percentage and you will still get paid to send it here to India. Does that work for you?”

“Yes, captain.” She wasn’t too pleased but she had no choice.

“You will handle the transaction, meaning this is your runs. If you screw it up and by that I mean, if my money or ‘gold’ goes missing, you are as good as dead. Am I clear?”

“Yes, captain.”

“I understand that the deal is to take place before 0300 hours tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Ramsey will provide you with all the security you need. Let me repeat: do not blotch this operation. Blotch it and go find yourself a hole to burrow in. Last time you messed up, I let it go. This time, you will pay for every cent.”

With that he rang off. Now, what neither he nor Stella didn’t know was that the ‘gold’ in question was from his own personal stash. The bricks were kept hidden at his warehouse which wasn’t a warehouse per se but a local block industry in a remote community called Awoyaya. Who would expect to find cocaine hidden in that type of place? Just a couple of hours prior to this, Ramsey’s boys raided the place and made away with fifty bricks. The news had not gotten to the captain yet since everything usually passed through Ramsey first.

If all worked according to plan, Ramsey and Aaron will keep the cash gotten out of the deal for themselves. This was how they always made money on the side. Ramsey didn’t have an actual business outside the army and the captain. Being the last born of the family, he was extravagant and always looked forward to the deals I constantly landed on his table. Every so often I came up with brilliant ideas on how to rob the captain and in exchange, he provided me with anything I asked for. This time around, I wanted my own cut.

While Stella waited for Ramsey to get the dollars, I dialed Zia and asked for a favor.

Let it be known that this chick was a psycho. Prior to this, she hated my guts and did insane things to ruin my existence. For instance, she would show up after months of hate texts and emails and demand I sleep with her. I always refused and less than twenty-four hours later, a dead body will pop up in my hotel and I will be left with the mess. She was one of the captain’s hit women and in addition ran the most successful discreet escort service in the country. She was also my girlfriend – fourteen long years ago. Okay, she was not really my girlfriend; she was my cousin’s. We were sneaking behind his back and ultimately she got pregnant. I forced her into an abortion which left her almost dead with zero chances of ever being a mother. She had hated me since; I had hated myself for being in her debt. It wasn’t strange for her to demand a favor, so I didn’t bother when she told me she wanted me to help her lay low for a while when I picked her from the airport. She said she had got into some sort of trouble and was not in the mood to talk about it, she just wanted to hide. I took her to the captain’s safe house and made sure she was comfortable. I was glad she didn’t ask for sex. On a good day, sex was the dose that kept her head above water. With a body trained for sin, she had lived most of her life believing she was God’s solution to any man’s throbbing problem. But in a sick twist of reality, she ended up being the one who couldn’t do without opening her legs. My therapist and close friend, Idara told me I had a curse. I told her to grow a penis and spend ten minutes with Zia in a room.

“I need a favor from you,” I said.

“I’m listening,” Zia said in a cocky tone that always amused me.

“I need you to gossip a little with Sugar for me this night.”

“And say what?” the tone was now harsh.

“Tell her that Stella is running ops right under her nose and give her the following location.” I described a parking garage somewhere in Victoria Island, a quiet space facing the ocean. The transaction between Stella and Ivy was to take place there in five hours.

“Is that all?” Zia asked me.

“Yep.”

I imagined her rolling her feline eyes and biting on her glass nails.

“I will have someone use a proxy number so she will think you’re calling from outside Nigeria,” I added.

“Okay.”

I ended the call and sighed tiredly. My job was almost done. I could hear Stella’s car driving off as I turned to Aaron and said, “50-25-25.”

“30-35-35,” he replied, head still lowered over his phone.

“Yeah, 30-35-35,” Ramsey concurred, walking in.

“Una dey craze abi? This is my deal,” I told them. “I brought it in and masterminded it.”

“And we will see it through,” Aaron said into his phone.

“Yeah, imagine if something should go wrong,” Ramsey said with threat in his eyes.

“No, imagine if something does go wrong and it is traced back to you, fool. 40-30-30. No argument.” Ramsey gave in after Aaron refused to protest.

“But it’s drug money. You don’t do drug money,” he said.

“Before! But now I have plenty use for it.”

“So, how far?” he opened the fridge, “are you done with Ada?” He threw me a canned beer and I caught it but stoned him with it.

“Touch her and I will snap your neck.”

That was highly improbable. Ramsey will beat me to a pulp, that is if a bullet from me doesn’t hit him first. He threw the beer can to me again and I stoned him a second time, aiming for his grinning face.

“Leo, face it. Ada is in love with Ramsey but in love with your swag,” Aaron pointed out.

“Ehn-ehn-ehn?”

He nodded.

“She’s my wife, Ramz. Stay away.”

Talking about wives, Kyenpia called me earlier. She wanted to know if I would be willing to do the show with her every night. I was on the verge of doing a victory dance and screaming a very loud but muted ‘YES!’ had Ivy not appeared at my door with a puzzled look on her face. So I told Kyenpia I’d be glad to. I tried to keep her talking to see if I could triangulate her heart’s location to a point where it met mine but the girl had no feelings for me. To her, I was just a voice without a face, encroaching in her territory. She had no idea what I had in mind for her.

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Poison Ivy (In Pursuit Of Kyenpia) by Sally




Poison Ivy

“You do not dump me! I DUMP YOU!!!”

Punch! Slap! Punch! Slap! Punch! Punch! Punch! Punch! PUNCH!!!

“I am the one who says it is over! I am the one who ends it! I am the one who screws you over, Leonel! Me! Not you, you small rat!” Stella, raging like mad bull, got off me and with a force prepared for disarming a football team’s defense, gave me a kick in my side in her stilettos that tore my flesh upon impact, perforated my lung and stopped me breathing temporarily. She thrust out a second kick and a third, and then my eyes shut on their own volition after the fourth.

Everything was blank and silent.

It was as if I was in a coma but I was very aware of everything around me. In fact, my senses were heightened. My skin felt so thin, I could actually feel the blood running beneath the surface. I smelled it too. It was not like the fresh, nice-smelling plasma juice one gets when he accidentally cuts himself with a shaving blade. No, this was the real shit spurting out of me in gushes. It smelled of death. I had faced this type of agony a few times but believe me, you can never come around to tolerating it. By and large, I don’t feel pain so the pain was not an issue but it was the state of Casablanca I was in.

In the dark underworld I was sometimes raised, there were two things you did to someone who hurt you.

  1. Death.
  2. Casablanca: Not really a place in Morocco but a state of mind of abject torture so bad you will beg for death. First coined by the captain after suffering a terrible ordeal in the hands of his enemies in Morocco, Casablanca became not just a term but a rigorous training he inflicted on all his underlings to teach them the techniques of putting someone else in the same condition.

How many times have I walked past a building or a small apartment or even driven past a car and not known someone was dying within and all I needed do was open the door and become someone’s savior? My savior was out there in a housekeeper’s uniform, wheeling a cart past my suite into the elevator or maybe it was the couple in the other penthouse suite opposite mine or was it one of my exes who loved to dropped unannounced for the occasional booty call. Someone had to be out there for me.

I heard Stella wearing her clothes. In a short while they would be gone and so would every chance of my being rescued alive. I was willing to do anything, if I could, to be free. I screamed out but it ended all in my head; no one heard my voice.

“Stells, you have killed him,” Buckteeth whispered and there was silence from Titi and Angie who had been talking about the asebi they were to wear to a wedding soon.

“Check if he’s breathing!” Angie said.

Stella bent over me and put her ear to my nose and mouth.

“Is he breathing?”

“Is that how to check if someone’s alive?” Sugar asked in irritation.

Stella felt my pulse through my wrist. “I…don’t know if he’s breathing. I don’t…”

“Check his neck!” Angie ordered again, desperately. Stella put her fingers, now shaking, on all the wrong spots on my neck, felt around blindly and mumbled in an about-to-sob voice that I wasn’t breathing.

At this point, the thick silence I was feeling around me was the panic in their heads.

“Oh my God! He’s dead!” Angie gasped.

“He’s not,” said Sugar and walked to me. She felt my femoral for a pulse and having found a thready one, announced, “he’s alive. Stella, you’re just a fool. So you don’t know how to check someone’s pulse.”

“Am I a nurse?” Stella sighed in relief.

“So is me that’s a nurse abi? Please, let’s leave this place. Our job is done. Em…you, Amina, drop your phone and come and untie him.”

“Why me?”

“You didn’t participate. You sat down there the whole time filming everything. God help me, I will break your phone.”

“What’s your problem with me, Sugar? Stells, abeg untie your boyfriend oh.”

I heard feet shuffling in a hurry and figured they were leaving. Stella climbed over the bed and loosened the ties they had used to bind my wrists and ankles and releasing a deep breath, she bent over and whispered in my ear, “next time, don’t mess with me.”

Without warning, I grabbed her hand and she let out a shrill scream and struggled to be free from my strong grip. After staring hard at her through my uninjured eye, I let her go but she delivered a slap, the one that finally tore my lower lip and stormed out.

There were tears in Idara’s eyes when I finished my narration. She fished around for a Kleenex and dabbed her eyes.

“Why are you crying now? If I didn’t tell you it would have been another thing.”

“Didn’t you know about Sugar and her gang?” she sniffed and held her nose lightly. “They do this to all their men and any rich guy who falls into their trap and nobody can touch them because of Sugar’s family. Have they contacted you yet to ask for money?”

“For what?”

“One of them usually claims she is pregnant for you and demands millions–”

“None of them have called me yet,” I said gruffly.

“How do you feel, Leo? Do you want to talk–”

“Don’t try to psychoanalyze me, Idara!”

“I am not psychoanalyzing you. I just want to help. You went through hell.”

“And I am fine and will feel better when I am healed but I do not want to talk about it.”

“But you just talked about it.” She crossed her arms and peeled off my male ego with her stare, exposing the helplessness that was behind my eyes. I looked away. “You told me only what Stella did but I want to hear the full story, I want to really know what went down that day.”

My phone rang and we both stared at the thin pillow on the bed where it was resting.

“Aphrodite,” I said walking to her with an apologetic look, “I have to go. I’m sorry.”

“We will do this tomorrow, won’t we?”

“Yeah. I’ll call you and next time,” I said, staring at her cleavage, “give us a sneak peek.”

She hissed and switched me off. I stood before the plasma TV on the wall and wished she was with me and not in Kenya.

My phone had stopped ringing. I didn’t bother to check who it was, certain it was family. I unlocked the door and let my secretary in. She gave me a few final documents that needed my attention and I sighed in exhaustion. It was 8:30am and we had been working for three hours and I could hear her stomach growling in hunger as she stood beside me, waiting patiently.

“You are really starving,” I smiled.

“I didn’t eat last night.”

“Neither did I but you don’t hear my stomach complaining.”

She didn’t know how to respond to what I had just said so she rested her weight on the ball of one foot and shifted to the other restlessly.

“Find something to eat, get back to work and under no circumstance should you call me today, well unless the hotel is burning.”

“Yes, sir.”

I followed her out, signing the final paper in my hand. When I stepped out to the balcony, I found the chick from last night, still dressed in her oversized tee, thumbing her phone and paying neither of us any attention. She had some nerve. I slammed the door behind my secretary deliberately to rouse her attention but she gave me a slide glance as if I was bugging her and resumed what she was doing.

“Mademoiselle…” I began but she raised her hand to stop me and put the phone to her ear. I waited for her and when I realized that the phone would stay too long where she left it, I snatched it off her hand. She dropped her jaw, revealing milky-white lower dentition over dark gums.

“That was very rude.”

“Don’t you have a home to go to?”

She looked at me and drew her knees together to rest her chin on them.

“You are a mean person, not like Goke.”

“The one that smells like fuel?”

“Is he not your friend?”

“What’s your name sef?” I gave her back her phone.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“What’s your deal?”

“Eh?”

“What is your story? What are you doing here? Why did you sleep here last night?”

She batted her eyes and went back to her phone.

“Didn’t I just ask you a question?”

“I’m squatting with my friends downstairs. It’s not my place so I get uncomfortable.”

“I already figured that out. What I want to know is why you were crying last night. You were disturbing my sleep.”

She tossed me a look that immediately firewalled my question.

“Boy problems?”

“Yewande told you?”

“Who?” I formed not knowing who the Yewande person was but I remembered loosely the double Ds and the flat bum.

“Please, can I come and live here?” the question came from nowhere.

“What?” I asked my unwanted guest a frown, the type with a hostile arching of my brows, that usually scared her gender away but she didn’t seem to care.

“My flatmates want me out by tomorrow and I have nowhere to go. Can I stay here, at least until Goke comes back?”

I thought about it briefly. “What do I get in return?”

“What, you want me to sleep with you now?”

I looked at her fully, trying to use both my x-ray and night vision eyes to see underneath the tee and on a good day, I would be hitting what I found there but I haven’t seen a good day in a long time. Sex and women at the present were not on the agenda; revenge was.

“Let’s do it this way. I will flip it on you and ask you to stay and in return I will put a substantial amount of money in your account and all I need from you is a few favors.”

“I am not sleeping with you!”

“Did I mention money was involved?”

“How much?”

I liked her immediately. She didn’t have that normal pretend thing that girls her age carried about. She was for real and for that fact alone, I wanted to make her rich. With the lack of glow on her skin, her cheap weave, cracked toenails and the aging of her Blackberry, I knew she had seen rough times. She wasn’t so young either.

“If I gave you two million naira just for the fun of it, what would you say?”

“Mtsheeew!” she eyed me and said, “you have two million to spare and you’re staying in this type of house.”

“I asked nicely,” I said and headed back in but she ran after me.

“Be serious. Do you have that type of money?”

“If you can do what I want,”

“You want it here, now?” I turned.

I laughed. “I don’t want it here or now but just say yes and we’re game.”

“Yes,” she smiled. A very beautiful smile. I’m a sucker for smiles and couldn’t help but touch her cheek playfully. I’m a sucker for other things too.

“Go and get your stuff and move in with me. If anyone asks who I am, say I’m your boyfriend. Leo.”

“I’m Ivie. Call me Ivy.”

And that was how our enduring friendship was born. Two years on, sitting and writing this in my car, just from her place, I am reminded of how fast time flies. She is now married and five months pregnant and her husband is the next character you will meet. It wasn’t always lovey-dovey between them because she was fire and he was air, the fuel that made her burn. That first day they met in my jeep, I felt the heat so bad that I was tempted to give them a room to cool off but I needed both of them on a job.

So back to where the story was heading, in my jeep, with the place heated up by Ivy’s bickering at Henry (the future husband). She was claiming he had spoiled her BB and Henry was telling her in a non-challant tone to shut up while he worked. Henry for eight years had been my computer guy. You know those annoying oversabi guys that can hack into anything and just for fun ruin your life? That was Henry. He was short and big-headed but with a genius brain that filled up his whole skull.

“Take your stupid phone!” he slapped Ivy’s BB at her and she hissed and took it back. “Your mates are using better phones and you’re using this backdated mistake of BB.”

“Not that you can afford it!” she studied the phone. “What did you even do with it?”

“None of your business.”

“It’s not even booting oh! Leo, shey you can see this idiot you put in this backseat with me, he has spoilt my phone.”

“Take mine,” I handed the phone to Henry instead of her, “let her use this as an alternative. It fits her role better.”

Henry took the phone and the car went silent. Rudeboy, behind the wheel was filling the car with his cigarette smoke which bothered no one, I was trying hard not to feel the discomfort in my ribcage as I adjusted my sitting a few times and Ivy was fuming silently, waiting for her phone to start working but glad that my own would be in her hand soon. I looked at her through the eye I had at the back of my head—the one that stores and analyses pictures my normal eyes have taken—and I saw her looking lovely in her dress. I had given her a full day to shop and make her hair and I hardly recognized her when she came home. There was an awkward moment when she walked past me and I tried to see if there was any connection between the girl in the bogus T-shirt I met on the party night and the after-version standing before me. I was amazed at how the depressed look she had on had been replaced with a big smile. Naija women! Smh.

“Are you done?” I asked Henry as the jeep came to stop opposite Stella’s highbrow beauty salon on Allen Avenue. Henry handed the phone to Ivy and I turned to her. “You sure you can do this?”

She nodded, “my being in drama group in church is not for nothing.” She picked her Fendi handbag, wore on her Channel sunglasses, adjusted her Prada dress, slipped her feet into a pair of Christian Louboutin and finally, smelling like a million dollars, she transformed into the spoilt daughter of a business tycoon and walked out. We sat quietly in the jeep, listening to her from Henry’s laptop and watching her through the transparent glass doors of the salon. The moment she walked in, all eyes turned to her and I felt a bit uneasy. Entrance was always important, my aunt taught me. If you walked into a strange place looking lost or uncertain or intimidated, your whole stay in that place will be unpleasant as people always tend to take in a lot at first glance and form conclusions about what they find.

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CHUX WRITES by Emmanuel Chux Chukwurah

I HURT A BUTTERFLY

I hurt a butterfly.
Too painful that I did.
The butterfly recovered
And gently, it flew away,
With its petals ever colourful.

The butterfly is a friend.
It is a beautiful kind friend.
Gently flying its colours.
Gently touching lives.

My dear butterfly,
I hope to hurt you no more.
Too painful that I did.
But a butterfly is a butterfly.

Tribute to a great man- Odumegwu Ojukwu

 

 

THE DIM HAS BEEN DIMMED

The Dim has been dimmed.
What about the half of a yellow sun?
Let it also be dimmed
For a round golden sun
To rise and shine for all.

Let the half of a yellow sun
Not again rise
From the venue of the rising sun.
For the rising of the half of a yellow sun
Is the rising of the bloody sea.

When it rose for the first
Mother told its tale of misery
She told of sand and stones
As food and meat.
Let it not again rise
For I am lilly livered.
Let it not again riseFor the Dim has been dimmed.

But let equity reign
Like a rainy day.
Let justice prevail
Like a prevalent attitude.
Let my country brother
Really prove to be a brother.
Let the South be North
And let the North be South
For the Dim loved them all.

MY ENVY IS FOR THE DEAD

Photo by Courtney Francis

The ultimate is death
But about it, no one seems to hurry.
Not for once have I died,
But my envy is for the dead,
For every one loves the dead.
For many are their psychophants,
Singing praises as huge as elephants,
Though to null and void.

Their foes multiply their friends number.
Every one knows the dead.
Every one cries for their loss,
Amid genuine and China tears.

Peace reigns with the dead.
Peace in their memorial house.
Yet more peace with their foes.
The lost loves are found again,
Though no longer needed.

Swords are returned,
As if The Lord commanded Peter.
And the thought villian is nouned a hero.
Now they know them as Ikemba.

Money is easily spent
But not when the oxygen is a component of the blood.
The dead becomes richer than the rich.
My envy is still for the dead
Though I hurry not to that end.
For all we do for the dead
Is an end dead in itself.
Peace reigns with the dead.
Peace in their memorial house.
Yet more peace with their foes.
The lost loves are found again,
Though no longer needed.

Swords are returned,
As if The Lord commanded Peter.
And the thought villian is nouned a hero.
Now they know them as Ikemba.

Money is easily spent
But not when the oxygen is a component of the blood.
The dead becomes richer than the rich.
My envy is still for the dead
Though I hurry not to that end.
For all we do for the dead
Is an end dead in itself.
By Emmanuel Chux Chukwurah