It was on a cold rainy morning, I rushed out to Benny’s house to return the novel she gave me, I got there and knocked on their door for few minutes, yet no response, I decided to return home and come back later but unfortunately for me, the rain became so heavy that I had a change of plan and that change of plan ruined my life and am yet to recover from the pain…
Just about a few minutes later, her dad Mr. Benson drove in. I was happy that I would drop the book with him and return home even if it means walking under the rain or collecting an umbrella from him. He came closer, so I greeted him with a bent knee but he smiled at me and told me to come inside and wait for my friend that she went to the market.
I objected but he kept insisting that I wait for Benny that the house was mine too, that I should feel at home.
I felt relaxed after a while and I followed him into the house. I stayed at the parlor and waited, while he went into his bedroom to change. About thirty minutes later, he came out to the parlor and sat close to me, he started asking me weird questions which I didn’t give a straight answer to. He asked me if I had a boyfriend that I was a pretty girl and no man wouldn’t want to have me as his girlfriend… I felt flattered but at the same time, the atmosphere was becoming uneasy for me, but I didn’t let him see that so I just gave a smile and stood up, greeting him once again and telling him I would come back later so I handed the book to him and about leaving he stopped me, held my hands and Drew me closer, I was so terrified, I almost peed on my panties as so many things were running through my head.
He kept smiling as he whispered something to my ears, God this man was so romantic, I was dripping wet, for God’s sake I was 20, my hormones where active and I just couldn’t resist those touches cause it felt so real and different, then I could see those cute smiles and handsome face he had and for a moment I forgot he was married.
He was wearing tight shorts which exposed the shape and size of his dick… A glance at it swept me off my feet, but due to the morals I had, I still resisted and ran to the door, but I realized that the door was locked and he brought out the key and dangled to my hearing then he said sweetly “Come calm me down, my body wants you, am so hard can’t you see” my body wanted him too, but for God’s sake he was my besties, Father, though his wife was dead, I still couldn’t see myself doing this with him. But he didn’t look like giving up was going to be an option.
He kept coming close to me, while I moved back, till my back was against the wall, he came closer and grabbed me close to himself and kissed me. The kiss was magical, though I resisted, he was soft with me and to be sincere I wanted more but I told myself it wasn’t right, I kept begging him to let me go that what if nanny comes in and see me alone with him. All I was saying was falling on deaf ears. He grabbed me with a strong pull and I landed on the couch where he dug me. It was easy for him because I was wearing a short gown with no tight… I tried fighting him, but he was stronger than me. Though he was so good at digging cause at a point I stopped fighting and I started enjoying the whole thing, I kept wanting more and screaming, he was giving him so many styles I never knew. When finally pulled out, I was already calling him baby cause I enjoyed every bit of it. He told me to go clean up, while he went to do the same. Now I didn’t know how to face him again or Benny my friend. So I collected the key from him and went to open the door, he stopped me and handed hundred thousand to me, I refused but he begged me to take it, which I did and went back home uncertain of what I just did but still keep thinking of what happened… I don’t know what to do, should I tell my friend or not… I need help.
Belinda was heading back home when she tripped and hit her head on the rock, it was so hard on her, she was frustrated, she needed a Messiah to take her out of this dilemma. She was unconscious at the moment, she fell to the ground, bleeding out so much blood, the expressway was so lonely and deserted, she took this route because she wanted to hallucinate and morn a bit before putting on a face that hasn’t felt pain.
Suddenly, the clouds became heavy, it wasn’t supposed to rain during this period, it’s summertime and no one was expecting even a drop of rain from the cloud. But for some unknown mystery, the clouds let out so many raindrops, like it has been waiting to let it out for long. The lands started breaking, Belinda was still lying helpless in the middle of nowhere,
waiting to let it out for long. The lands started breaking, Belinda was still lying helpless in the middle of Oblivion. Everywhere was becoming flooded, but something abnormal was happening, Belinda was floating not drowning… something wasn’t right.
Suddenly, just within a twinkle of an eye, everything vanished like it never happened, the broken lands became normal, the erosion dried up… you could swear with your life that nothing of such happened here in less than an hour. Belinda suddenly gained her consciousness, she stood up, feeling no pain nor a trace of wound or wet clothes. Her clothes were neat as thou it was just washed. She walked home feeling happy and relaxed like she won a lottery or something.
“Hi Mum” Belinda greeted with a glowing smile
“Hey, baby….. where have you been, I called the office and they said you left few hours ago” Mrs. Ronny questioned
Belinda didn’t answer, she just smiled and walked pass Mrs. Ronny who was still trying to digest the gesture out up by her daughter.
“Something isn’t right” she signed and followed Belinda into the small apartment they had been managing since the birth of Belinda who would be 21 tomorrow. She tried understanding what her daughter must be going thru lately, having to work her ass out to help out with the running of the home since her father was no more.
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Five Minutes Before Thirty-three-Part 2
“Do you so delight in killing me?” Rhonda spat in bated breath, her hands placed on her throbbing chest, as her face turned to meet, none other but Gladys and her sarcastic chuckle, so very annoying.
“Jeeezzz… If only you know how obvious your face shows it.” Gladys retorted, “but girl, I just wonder who it is, and I hope — in fact, just forget it.” She flagged a hand immediately, her eyes blinking away from the gift, rested on Rhonda’s face.
Thanks to her bronze skin, her flush wasn’t so obvious. Rhonda sighed, “anyways, you’re highly welcomed to the board of wonder, and that of hope, may be.” She said, picking up her gift.
“Gosh, I’m so damn late. Just can’t wait to catch a glimpse of Mr. knight, or is he inside already?” She brushed past Rhonda in haste, into the house with expectancy.
Sighing bitterly. “He’s inside my cupboard – check it out yourself.” Rhonda uttered in mock grin, trailing behind Gladys, her left hand, banging the door close.
“None – sense!” Gladys tossed her shoulder bag on the couch, walking up to the wall hanging mini bar.
“FYI, I’m outta wines – outta champagnes, just to save you the stress, I’m out of anything you can imagine of, on that bar.” Rhonda said in a sing-song manner.
“What would you ever have?” Gladys fumed. “Biko, go dress up make we waka.” She walked again into the kitchen.
“I never shower oh,”
“E get anytime, wen I go come see you ever get ready? I don’t just know, that day ehnnn…” She wriggled her head.
“Spare me two minutes, and I’ll be done.” Rhonda interrupted.
“Take ten in short, if it isn’t still okay, take the whole night, I’ll be here waiting. We can always party here, you know.” Gladys opened up the fridge, deliberating on which drink to take.
“Thank God it’s week…” Gladys’ ears could still hear Rhonda’s receding sing-song voice, before rushing water from the shower overwhelmed it. She walked out of the kitchen with a tray of two glasses and a carton of Hollandia yoghurt eventually.
Picking up the remote, she increased the volume of the blues playing softly from the speaker, singing along with it. She then unscrewed the drink and poured it into one of the glasses.
In the middle of downing the contents in one blow, the door cracked open. “Would you take it easy, girl? No matter what, It still won’t quench your parched throat, cos no be water oh. It’s a drink, a drink that needs to be enjoyed.”
The fruity voice was very familiar, “aproco!” She spat in a break. Then went ahead to gulp down the remaining contents of the glass.
In a mock shock, “Chei! That’s called drink assault.” Gladys turned to dewy oval face, the glass making a loud thud on the table as she dropped it. The lady with a skin like weak tea with milk, took a seat next to her.
“Drink assault, ehn?” Gladys’ brow arched, as they bursted into a fit of hysteric laughter. “Girl, how do you come up with such weird words?”
Sticking her tongue out, the lady wriggled her head, flipping her long braids backward. “Where this madam na?”
“And to think, you just arrived ohhh.” Rhonda uttered, approaching the sitting room.
“Wow!” Both immediately gasped unanimously, mouths agape, as Rhonda stood in front of them.
“This is…” Funmi shook her head in amazement, thinking of a perfect word, “mhen, this is… glamourama!” She snapped her fingers.
“Abeghi. Like, who needs those anyways?” Rhonda hasted to the center table, taking her share of the drink.
“But it’s an English word na, haba.” Funmi said in her best thin voice, sounding like a toddler.
“We know, English teacher.” Gladys retorted. “Can you just spin around.” She turned to Rhonda, rotating her index finger.
Her bronze skin was a compliment of the bright gold dress. It was just a perfect dress, like one made specifically for her own hourglass shape. With slant neck and puff sleeves, glittering from the reflection of light, as she gyrated her body. The gown ran straight to the hip area, and flayed down below her ankles in pleats, the back of it, tail-like.
Her curly braids were tied forward and allowed to dangle by the left side of her face.
“Mhen, dude just knows your exact size,” Gladys bit her lips.
“That alone thrills me, I can’t just wait to unravel this puzzle,” Rhonda sipped from her glass, excited, and just in seconds, she turned all serious. “Besides, what makes you think the gift is from a dude?” She asked, Funmi staring at them like a stray cat.
“Oh, may be you’re into oldies now, right? Or-” Gladys’ forehead creased in worry, “don’t tell me you do girls now?!” She said in mock shock.
“Pttftt…” If only she hadn’t swallowed her mouthful last sip of yoghurt, it would have ended up a spittle drench on her friends. “How absurd?!” Rhonda shrieked.
“I noh even understand una oh, bring me to lime light jhoor.” Funmi just couldn’t hold back her perplexity.
“Tell her, to tell you,” Rhonda managed to toss the ball to Gladys, throwing herself on the couch. Gladys rolled her eyes.
“Oh really – Please, how do I get to tell someone else’s story? Abeghi, it’s only you who’s to tell us how you found your knight, ehn?” Gladys glared, tossing back the ball to Rhonda.
“That’s goodnews, then.” Funmi understood eventually, with a hint of excitement.
“How you manage to come up with this dude thing, just amazes me. Don’t you think, it could be a fan, a friend, a family member, just anyone, you see.” Rhonda hissed, “just stop drawing those conclusions, abeg.” She dropped the glass into the tray.
“Oh well, who knows?” Gladys reasoned, while Funmi nodded, “but I still have this strong hunch it’s a dude.” Gladys swallowed her last sip from the glass. Rhonda just sighed, and bent slightly forward to release the stuck edge of her gown from the pressure of her feet.
Funmi snatched the carton of yoghurt from Gladys who wanted to turn it into her glass again, “she don even finish am sef,” drinking from the carton instead.
“I thought you didn’t mind na.” Gladys pouted,
“Can we just get going already.” Rhonda stood, and dashed again into her room.
“Let’s go, and she’s back into her room. Jeez!” Funmi sighed. Throwing her head in amazement, Gladys just stood to her feet, picked up the tray, and made her way to the kitchen to drop it.
“Take the carton na.” Funmi hollered, dragging the remaining content with her breath, as the empty carton squeezed.
Gladys sighed, “You noh get leg?” She hasted towards the kitchen.
“Mean girl!” She got up, and trailed behind Gladys, to discard the carton.
“Yippee… and I got ya!” Rhonda screamed in a delightful sing-song manner some seconds later, in so much that her friends stared at themselves both in amazement and quest, while walking back to the sitting room.
(To be continued)
Five Minutes Before Thirty-three -Part 1
STORY TITLE: Five Minutes Before Thirty-three -Part 1
Rummaging both bedside drawers for the umpteenth time, Rhonda couldn’t see a trace of her dairy. Trying to recall for the last time, where she’d either seen or dropped it.
She’d ended up squealing, “Ouch…!” after unconsciously biting hard her forefinger that was inside her mouth. Flinging it to sooth the hurt, her eyes darted to the wall clock.
She’d been too anxious within the day, and a sting of that still lurked around this early hours of the night. It was only half an hour to 7:00p.m.
“What the heck?!” She gnarled. It’s been almost twenty-five minutes of dairy hunting, already. She wiped off the beads of sweat on her forehead.
Wasn’t it supposed to be breezing cold, why was it now a contrary ooze of heat? She walked up to the air condition’s switch, apprehensively turning it off.
“You’re of no use, jeez!” She scowled at the inanimate object as if it could understand her.
Where could it be? That shaggy cover, silvery edge, pink color notepad was of utmost importance to her. By the way, what’s with pink and girls? She was already gliding off that pinky phase stuff, thanks to maturity, and besides, white had become her most endearing, and was going to be for the rest of her life. Being the realist she was, she’d rather stay in tune with this founded neutral attraction of hers with no alternative, because life itself is. Taking this dairy thing off her mind was becoming non-negotiable with her head, and allowing anxiety obstruct her fun night? Not at all. She was certainly going to find it somehow, period.
The image of it, and where she’d seen it that morning before leaving for work, kept coming to her mind. That moment you can’t find something you’d seen a while ago, is just irking.
It was one of her best gift, received eight years ago. Worth thousands of magic leaves in different colours had already housed so much pleasant, awkward, bad memories, ideas, name it; but above all, had contributed massively to her growth.
Just left with two leaves upon which she wanted to nibble down those wishes before thirty-three, and now, it was more like the hardest puzzle to solve.
Could anything be more worse? She ran her fingers through the tail of her braids. Her butts barely kissing the bed, came the doorbell ringing.
“Damn!” She had the inkling about who it was, but she hadn’t even started preparing yet. Putting her bathrobe on, she waltzed her way to the sitting room, tightening the ropes.
She glanced through the door’s peephole instead, to confirm, but those beady azure eyes of hers didn’t catch a glimpse of anyone, as expected. She hesitated for a few more seconds, if the doorbell would come ringing again, but it didn’t, and there wasn’t a trace of anyone, still.
At thirty-two, just few hours to clock thirty-three. She’d grown into a beautiful multi-talented lady. As a communication manager, she earned the privilege, working for a renowned telecommunication company. Aside that, she was also one of Mainframe’s production editor. Rhonda was accomplished, but particularly, one thing hadn’t balanced all up.
She’d been through her share of life’s misery. A female turns twenty-five, she’s seen as already old. Questions like, when are you getting married? Where’s your husband? Do you think you still have all the time in the world? All that jazz, and the pressures it comes with, was all she’d experienced, but then, she’d eventually braced through.
It was much worse two years ago, when she turned thirty, and had ended it all with the so called “perfect one”. As if her life depended on it, her mum’s display of all hope was lost for her daughter, after the shocking confirmation that fateful evening, manages to tickle her in some way, anytime she recalled.
“You’re now thirty, you should have a kid or two by now.” Her Uncle’s statement. “I’m getting old, I need to drink wine on your head, oh.”
She’d sighed bitterly, he was only concerned about giving her out in marriage, yet never bothered or supportive of the fact she was eager to further her education. She wouldn’t blame him, because he’d refused to grow with time, else he won’t always have to remind her how a woman’s achievement only ends in the kitchen. How could one she’s supposed to look up to, possess such fogyish mindset, in today’s world?
Rounding up her Master’s degree had landed her this current dream job, and also served as a refuge that kept her soaring beyond all those pressures that made it seem as if singleness was a stigma or crime.
She knew exactly what and where she was headed in life, and wasn’t letting nothing pull her down. The job came with its juices, aside others, like the company’s A-class Mercedes, a well furnished flat situated in Alaka way, Lekki Phase 1, where she lived away from her widowed mum, outdated uncle, and the knacks, at least. Also, being and editor came with its privileges.
It was an all occupied four flat block, and her neighbors were just the best she could ask for, having stayed in the environ for about three years now. Life was quite fair, and her hard, smart work paid off than expected.
Standing by the door, she felt more perturbed, staring through the peephole, yet seeing no one at the door, still.
Okay, her nerves were cladding dramatically, so she heaved deeply, an attempt to release the negative energy building up within. It was now dark outside, so she switched the verandah’s light on. It was a weekend, and all three neighbors were out to catch fun as usual. She was no homebody at all, in fact she was preparing to leave too, and would prolly have been ready by now, had it not been the dairy hunt.
She’d even returned to see Felix, her next door neighbor driving out. But then, who would have rung her doorbell? Turning breezily back to the room, she halted in her tracks, unable to resist the perturbing urge to go back and open up the door.
Walking up to it, she swinged it open in full force, her eyes darting to her doorstep. There, laid a large white carton box, wrapped in red ribbon. She heaved, a bit relieved, nervously picking up the little card placed on it. Carefully, her eyes made out the contents written on it, which got her lips curving into a smile.
“Just want to be the very first to gift you. Sorry for the inconveniences this has and will still cause you. I just hope you won’t mind doing me the delight of putting this on for the night? You remain that perfect queen I always adore.
Happy birthday in advance, my dearest, much love):
Rhonda stood frozen on the spot, totally numb to the surrounding, yet fully aware of the warmth spreading within her. Fresh energy coursed through her, flutters of hope swirling in her heart. The impact from the card, was just too overwhelming, and it’s been so long she felt this way. Oh gosh, just a mere card with so much effect? She sighed.
It was difficult connecting the dots, it could be anyone and not what her mind was suggesting, right? Like, it’s already been three and a half years, since she dissolved the only serious and promising relationship. Everyone’s green light about it was like the confirmation she couldn’t object, but it just wasn’t it for her. Yes, it was better than the rest, and was very difficult breaking out too, but she had to, and it was so worth it for he was no match for her at all.
She had no time to entertain or open up scars anymore. The key to such memories and its negative energy was thrown far behind her now. Although, she’d been in a set of three or so, sort of, and she’s been so better off since, walking away with the lessons, each came with.
Who exactly is this, getting her all perked up through a piece of note?
And to think, this gift pattern was similar, sort of, her mind immediately toured down memory lane, trying to figure it out. But then, her reverie got interrupted, a welcome back startle to reality, the worse she’d prolly ever gotten.
(To be continued).
Story Title – Life’s Mystries
From a very rich family, yet very stubborn. Always bringing loads of trouble and problems to his parents in very different ways. Indulged in examination malpractice right from the early stage of junior secondary two. Never for once had he opened his books to read, though he was very intelligent, and that, always resulted a dependence of paying his teachers to pass him.
He had tons of girlfriends, a range of different skin colours, heights and weights, name them? Even the male friends he had, all played a negative role in his life.
He moved from one sort of corrupt act to the other. Indeed, friends can either make or mar a person. Bribery and corruption have been a cankerworm, eating deep into the fabric of our great nation, and Kelly was not exempted from it, he collects money from his parents as fee claims, yet lavishes them on his women, turning a drunk and still pressing on with his bribery acts, so his teachers could grade his passes.
Not just enough, he eventually resorted to robbery at the long run, as introduced to him by his friends, a result of not being able to get money anymore, because his father stopped giving it to him, with complaints that his demands were more than he can do with, and was apparently over the top.
So, without option, he gave into joining his friends in a robbery. They go after fellow students, emptying their pockets, and taking things not belonging to them forcefully. Cultism, the worst society ever in a university world, was the very last idea Kelly and his friends had resorted to, and eventually formed, named the big axe confranity.
A means where they went about raping and impregnating innocent young girls, and yet he found no satisfaction at all. His life grew more shallow by the day. His parents had disowned him, with wishes to rather stay childless than have him as one. The owner of the school tried so many times, to expel them but it was all to no avail because their cult group had powerful backing.
The constitution is that whoever kills must be killed, but he’d never been killed, for all the murders he’d committed. Then, on that fateful day, Kelly mistakenly killed one student of a prominent family background. It led to the arrest he’d always escaped from, and this time he was hooked to five years imprisonment from where his judgement to be killed was passed.
While in the prison he turned into a changed human being after hearing the good news of salvation, he began reading his bible on a daily and also said his rosary.
There was a general decision made for just one convict in each prison cell to be released. There, luck kissed Kelly, and he was being released amongst others in his prison cell. From thence, his life was saved. Stepping out of the prison was a totally different Kelly, who was apparently going into the once free world, where he used to be, to live the best of this next phase of life, he was opportune to have again.
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