Cowries and Dowries

Published November 30, 2014 by saddeyya

“My son, when last did you get a call for an interview from all your prospective employers?” Baba asked the young man sitting in front of him in his semi-scary shrine. Before the young man could answer, he raised a hand to silence him like one who was in a library and he nodded his head and said “avaniki vaholashi” (meaning, wonders shall never end). He scattered the cowries again and made some weird incantations, with his right hand, he picked three of the cowries tainted with blood and something brown and hairy, whispered into them and threw them inside the clay pot sitting on the small mat he sat on. He winced, mumbled more incantations and asked the young man to rebuke every evil that has been casted his way by circling his right hand over his head three times. Baba looked at the young man with a pitiful face and said “Your mother-in-law is against all of your progress, she doesn’t want you to succeed in anything you are trying to attain because she wants her daughter to stay barren and poor till she dies as she has sowed her life into her occult world.  The only remedy is for you to leave your wife but don’t worry, we will fix it. We will cast out any evil curse she has placed on you now. The young man desperate and scared of this new revelation began to cast and bind any form of evil in his life. He started to speak in tongues and with his eyes closed so he missed seeing Baba wince in pain at the words that were coming out of his mouth. Immediately he reached for the young man’s hands, he in turn automatically went mute and opened his eyes to listen to what Baba had to say, again. “Stop all these things you are saying, when you get home, you can do that but before then we have to offer sacrifices to the gods. We will buy a goat, 2 black cocks, 3 yards of red cloth, and the hair from a virgin girl. At the mention of a virgin, the young man’s expression changed and he was about to say a word when Baba raised a hand motioning him to listen as he touched his cowries again and threw them on his mat, around the clay pot. He closed his eyes, opened them and stood up immediately to go into another pouch that was hanging on the wall at the other side of the room. He brought out a gong and a rod, and some alligator peppers, chewed on it for some seconds, spat on the gong and hit it for some seconds before rubbing whatever he spat on the gong on his head. He went back to his mat, sat down opposite the young man before speaking. “Hmmm my son, this woman is very, very powerful. She doesn’t want me to help you at all. She said you do not give her money and you will not have a child with her daughter or even a good job. She said good things can only happen to you if and when she dies”. Hmmm “she is in a cult group that has given her a life of eternity and power”. The young man looked at the Baba desperately and started to weep. He hadn’t been able to say a word since because he didn’t know where to start from. Baba looked at him and finally asked “what did you do to your mother in-law that has made her hate you and despise you this much”? The young man reached for a handkerchief, wiped his tears, blew his nose and started to speak. “Baba, my mother-in-law is dead. She died before I met my wife. The only woman I know that my wife respects is her late mothers best friend, Aunty Shirley, because she was the one that trained her through the university and since her mother died, she has been like a mother figure to my wife. She doesn’t really like me because she said I am not looking after her daughter well so she always comes around every time to check on my wife. She seems harmless. Baba, are you sure of what you are saying?”
Baba looked at the young man in shock and made some incantations again mentioning Shirley’s name, he winced like he had just been hit on the face and then he looked up and asked the young man to leave his premises with a gesture of his hands. The young man stood there perturbed, he didn’t understand what Baba meant with the gesture so he moved towards the door. Baba didn’t move for about a minute, and when he eventually did, he reached for his stick, stood up looking frailer than he had when the young man walked in and he looked at the boy with a pitiful look and spoke in a faint voice “young man, I cannot help you, I am sorry, she is stronger than both of us. She is not listening to any of my pleas and she has refused any form of sacrifice from you or my gods. Go home, pray to the God you believe in. Pray my son, I do not know why she hates you so much but she is someone you know but I don’t think it is the name you mentioned earlier. Go. Go my son”. 
The young man walked out of the cubicle with his head down thus causing him to bump into his friend Stanley who was the one that led him to Baba’s place. He had totally forgotten about Stanley, his mind was booting and rebooting per second and he still had no idea what it was he was thinking of. He just knew that he had to get home to his wife. He needed some explanations and he wasn’t sure she had all the answers. His wife’s father died before his wife so he met her as an orphan. Things were rosy for him before they got married, he had 9-5 job that was enough to look after his family, both home and abroad. He had two good cars, a house, and he had friends or so he thought. His wife had no sibling, few friends and a small family who were not doing so bad for themselves, and an old nanny that had been with her family for years who moved n with them. He sponsored the whole wedding and the few family members he met from his wife’s family accepted him wholeheartedly. They were living happy for the first few months till Aunty Shirley came back to Nigeria. She started complaining about the way his wife looked and she kept hounding him to get her pregnant again barely two months after she lost the second pregnancy. He should have known she was the cause of his misfortune because that was when things started getting bad for him. He lost his job, sold his cars and replaced them with one small “tuke tuke”, he lost his supposed friends save for Stanley, a street hustler who he helped when he was trying to sell off his second car at the mechanics shop. Stanley helped him bargain for a good deal and he gave Stanley some money. They saw for a while afterwards because he was always going to the mechanics shop to fix one or two things in the new small car and they struck a friendship along the line. The only real property he had now in his name was his house. All this happened barely two years after they got married. He should have known she was his wife’s mother because why else will a single woman dedicate almost every day of her life for a girl who is only her late best friend’s daughter.
He drove home without even knowing it. Stanley kept trying to talk to him but he couldn’t hear a word of what he had to stay. He just knew they were voices around him but he couldn’t place a face to the voice or a name to the face. He drove into his compound and started screaming his wife’s name “Pat. Patricia. Patrici…” he didn’t complete the last call before she came out running into him. “Paul, what is it?” She looked at him, the car and Stanley who was standing by the passenger’s side of the door. After verifying that nothing physical happened to any of them she proceeded to asking him the question she usually does every time he comes back from a job hunt. “What happened? Have you gotten a job? Are we expecting a contract?” she said with a smile as she tried to hug him. He stopped her with his left hand and looked at her for some seconds before asking her in a low voice “Is Aunty Shirley your mother? Why didn’t you tell me that your late mother isn’t the one who birthed you? Do you know she is the cause of our misfortune? What other secrets have you been keeping from me Patricia?” she looked at him in amazement. It felt like she was seeing him for the first time in four years. She stifled a laugh and clapped her hands severally before resting them on her hips. “What are you talking about Paul? What is going on here? Are you okay?” she turned to look at Stanley, who immediately looked away but not before she caught the shock in his eyes too before asking as she walked towards him “Mr. Stanley, what’s my husband talking about? Where are you guys coming from” what happened to the both of you? Did you finally drag him to that Baba’s place that he has been telling me about? What’s going on here?” by this time she had reached his side and stood there, arms akimbo. Paul walked over to where they stood and narrated the whole story to them. As he got to the end of the story, his wife passed out.
She came to some minutes later after they had doused her with water and fanned her with a booklet. She looked around her for some seconds, recognized where she was and burst into tears. She cried nonstop. She cried like a child who was refused her favorite candy. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her mother wasn’t her mother and her aunt who happened to be her real mother is the cause of their misfortune. She kept crying till Paul woke up. He looked at his pregnant wife sleeping, brushed some hair off her face and dropped a peck on her forehead. What kind of dream did he just have? He walked to his Window and saw his cars parked in their usual spot with his dogs by the tyres, sleeping. He checked his phone for the time and noticed a mail had dropped too, it was only past 3 in the morning, he still had a couple of hours to sleep before getting ready for his trip. He was representing his company in Germany for their quarterly meetings the next day and his flight was scheduled to leave by noon from Nigeria. He wanted to ignore the mail but curiosity got the best of him. It was a mail from his boss with an attachment. He opened the attachment and his heart did a triple flip. It was a sack letter, his direct bosses were involved in a scam and their foreign partners found out and withdrew their 70% stake from the company.
Patricia woke up to the loud bang from her husband’s fist hitting the dressing table. She walked to him in her sleepy eyes and hugged him from behind. “What’s the matter honey?”. He looked at her, who handed his phone to her and walked over to the foot of the bed to sit. She read…..Screamed and “passed” out bleeding

The Midnight Storm…

Published August 21, 2014 by saddeyya

The straff wasn’t as wow as she expected, she tried using all the toys at her disposal but she still wasn’t feeling her partner. The make-out was ewww… boring to a fault. She couldn’t stand the thought of her partner running anything through her body one more time. “Is this what happens when your whole life suddenly crumbles”? She had never felt so confused before in her life, was she heartbroken? Hmmm. She intentionally drank and got high earlier on in anticipation of “this” before the sudden knock on her door. She stood there, prepared for what was to come next but her mind was blown out of her body when she opened the door to a guest she wasn’t expecting, ever. Yes, her expected partner was with her now, doing things to her body as always but she was not feeling it anymore. She feigned an orgasm and went into the bathroom to wash up, think and reevaluate her life, all over again.
She wanted someone else, no, she needed someone else, She needed someone she has always had and taken for granted, back in her life. She needed a real man, OMG!!! She didn’t believe she just thought that in her mind. A man, a real man with a real instrument of pleasure and satisfaction, not this colored toys she had at her disposal, always. She finally got a French kiss from a real man and he left her wet and wanting. She thought her partner was going to satisfy the urge that was created in her 25minutes ago but from this sudden urge; there was no way that was going to happen, ever again. He touched her in places she had always been touched but his touch was different. It was firm, it wasn’t as soft as her partners and his kiss, oh God his kiss, it was more than a French kiss, it was a mixture of French, Japanese, American, Spanish, and Indian, all in one. His kiss was done with pain and pleasure. It pleasured her and pained him because she could see the pain in his eyes.
Twenty five minutes ago, she opened the door to see an unexpected guest who walked in on her half-clad, and high, he stared at her for some seconds, grabbed her and started to kiss her as he backed her towards the couch dropping her on her back as he carefully positioned his body above hers so she could feel the whole weight of his manly aroused body. He caressed her nipples with one hand as he ran his mouth all over her upper region while his hand held her hands together above her head. His hand stopped caressing the areolas and instead found its way between her tights, she arched her back, struggled to get her hands free but he held on tight. He did things with his fingers between her legs, things she had always done and received but this one basically turned her world upside down. He went down on her and gave her the best head she had ever seen, felt or given. He was precise and apt. They were at it for a while; she was at the verge of an orgasm when a sharp knock and a vibration from underneath her butts interrupted them. She grudgingly picked up the phone and discovered her expected guest was outside and knocking. Quickly, they separated, and got dressed. He fixed his collar, reached for his car keys, looked at her with a longing sad look, opened the door for her guest and walked out and away from her without a word or even acknowledging her visitors greeting. Her partner walked in with a confused smile and threw herself in her arms; everything else thereon was boring, tasteless, and unsatisfying. Her mind flew in different directions in the bathroom. She knew she had to finish what they started; she has to finish what she started with Adewale. She needed him back in her life, arms, and between her legs. Oh well, April and Mofe will eventually forgive her in the end but for now, she needed him back and she was willing to do anything to get him back. She walked out of the bathroom, kissed her partner and asked her to leave.

Meanwhile back at home, April and Mofe had gone inside to greet her inlaws, (Mofe’s parents), after a round of loud argumentative pleasantries, weather comparison stories and several hugs here and there, they all finally settled down quietly while they watched “VillageSquuare Tv”. It took a while for her in-laws to realize Ade and Jessy wasn’t with them and her mother-in-law was the first to ask. “Ehen okoo mi (meaning my husband/wife in yoruba), where is your husband? Is he in the main house? What of Jessy?” she asked looking Mofe’s way this time, “hasn’t she closed from work or doesn’t she know you are in town?”. They both looked at each other in silence and April was the first to break the silence saying Ade went to get Jessy from her office because her car was still at the mechanics as at the last time they spoke with her. They chatted for a while and April excused herself and went back to the main house. She went into Ades room, took a shower and put on one of his T shirts, she drank some water and sat down on the couch to watch a random program on Televison but she was only there in person, her mind had traveled far, far, far away. She was mentally exhausted and physically beat, she knew she needed to sleep but she also wanted to see and speak with Ade first, so she sat on the couch and waited.

April was fast asleep on the couch in Wales’s room when he walked in, he stared at her for a while before he bent down to pick her up and take her to their bed. His Angel, his lovely soon-to-be wife that he just cheated on for the first time because he was tipsy, angry, and confused, but that will never happen again. He prayed she would understand and forgive him overtime so they can continue with their plans to get married soon. April woke up startled and threw her arms around him. She smiled as he dropped a kiss on her forehead and whispered, “I am sorry” into her ears. He smiled back, hugged her, and dropped her on the bed before he covered her up. He needed a shower, he had to wash away the scent of Jessy and liquor from his body, he couldn’t explain what just happened but he was finally satisfied and convinced that it wasn’t his fault that it didn’t work with Jessy because in a way he always blamed himself for not trying hard enough to make it work with her in the past. He knew he wanted to be with April, without any single shred of doubt, but first he had to tell her the truth about what had just happened and he prayed by God that she would forgive him.
He walked out of the shower and saw his phone blinking; he picked it up, checked and saw about 4 missed calls and a text message. The calls were from Jessy; maybe she was calling to warn him off about what just happened or maybe she was calling to find out if he got home safe and sane. He opened the message and almost dropped the phone. Jessy had sent a text, a four worded text, “I want you, Now!!!” He couldn’t believe what he had just read, he sat down on the bed and his heart started to beat. A part of him wanted to just drive over to her house and give it to her but the other part of him stared at the woman on his bed and the thought of hurting her again didn’t go down well with him. He sat down there for a while on the couch, watched some news on the TV about a storm brewing in Manchester, he checked the time and it was half past 12a.m, hmmm, a storm at this hour of the night, he turned off the television and lights and walked towards his sleeping woman. He dropped the phone on the bed, sat beside his fiancé, played with her hair till he fell asleep by her side.
April woke up and grabbed the first hard object her hands touched, it was Ades phone so she turned on the torch and walked to the toilet to use the ladies. She sat down to pee and decided to click on the missed calls icon to see if anyone important had called, she saw several kissed calls from Jessy and she felt bad. She knew Jessy wanted to apologize to Ade for what had happened earlier on, Awwww, poor girl, she had already forgiven them, she thought of calling her and telling her that they were cool but then she looked at the time, it was past four a.m. Calling now was wrong, a text would suffice. She opened the messages and saw a text from Jessy, Awwww she even sent a text, she opened the message and dropped the phone as she screamed. She couldn’t believe what she just read. Jessy and Ade. Her scream woke Ade up and he rushed into the bathroom, picked up his phone from the floor, saw the message on the screen and froze. Guess there is never a right time for a “storm”; he did not just see himself been the source of this storm…

The First Ring!!!

Published March 20, 2014 by saddeyya

Gaga and R.Kelly’s “Do what U want with my body” was playing loudly on repeat. I moved round the entire self-contain house in my bra and shorts, cleaning, dancing and singing. Been excited since i woke up this a.m, which was exactly the same time i received the phone call from Samson, he said “Madam, na today we de come, make you prepare better surprise for Oga.” He told me their expected arrival time. My Sly was coming to town after six weeks on site, yaaay. The distance caused a mini fight between us, thanks to yours truly and I have been waiting to physically and sexually apologize. Wait, rewind…

…I woke up early because the alarm I set for my antibiotic drugs went off. We all know the first ring is always the most annoying, the subsequent ones just make you roll your eyes and sigh on the bed before hitting stop. I took the drugs, eased myself, got into bed, and turned on some music, I was at the verge of dozing when I heard the sound. It was just 5a.m and the only call I was expecting was the call to prayer by the mallam in the mosque beside my house. The first ring interrupted my music so I picked the phone and saw “Samson Driver” as the caller, my heart started an immediate nonstop back flip as I sat upright, did something go wrong with Sly? Was there an accident? Was I really cursed as my former in-laws speculated? Seeing as I lost my ex the week he proposed to me. He went to change the ring he proposed with because the first ring he brought was too small. While at the goldsmiths shop, some armed men attacked them, robbing and shooting randomly, he got hit on the stomach and he bled out, fast. By the time he was rushed to the hospital, he was gone. I mourned him for over 14months. I met Sulaiman(my current man- aka Sly) while I was mourning and he understood and stayed till I was ready. We have been an item for about 2years now, if anything happened to him too, i will drug myself to death. I couldn’t just imagine myself going through another phase of that. “Samson, what is it, what happened to your oga?, I yelled” He replied and said “Madam, na today we de come…”…. story continues

As expected, I had cooked his favorite meal, and I was dusting the furnitures when the door bell rang. I heard the first ring because I was expecting it, I grabbed a shirt before opening the door. It was Sly, he looked tired, we hugged and kissed passionately. We found ourselves on my bed and before I could apologize as planned, I was “shdtdpwya” under the covers. He kissed me passionately several minutes later, slid a ring on my finger and said “Marry me”. The moment was perfect. The ring wasn’t as beautiful as the first ring from the ex but it was the perfect size. I kissed him, smiled with tears dripping down my face as I slowly removed the ring.

Married to Mai’gida

Published March 20, 2014 by saddeyya

“My name na Hadiza, I be thirty years, I don born seven pikin, and one of my pikin don born so them they call me Kaka. Last week na hin my mai’gida pursue me from our house because of say I no wan carry belle again. I don do family planning and he no know. I lie for am say my belle no fit carry pikin again but e no gree. I don tire”. “I don come to beg the government and the people for Sokoto state make them help me”. “Na only primary school I finish that na why I no fit go they find work for office but I sabi cook, clean house, wash cloth come iron am and I de sabi weave hair well well”. Tears rolled down my eyes as I heard her speak. How can a grandmother to one and a mother to seven suddenly become homeless and a wife to none just because she refused to get pregnant? How wicked people have gradually become. I gave her some water and asked her how a thirty year old woman could have given birth to seven children in a short period of time. Like did she start giving birth at ten ( I said out loud, in my mind), or did she adopt them? She replied and told me the story of her life. My secretary had to rewrite it in English because we couldn’t just publish the whole story in pidgin. Here is her story…

Hadiza was the first daughter of her late parents. Her parents passed away when she was 7years old leaving her with two younger brothers. Her uncles shared them amongst themselves and Hadiza was unlucky enough to be sent to live with her spinster aunt in kaduna. Her brothers both stayed in Kano where they all grew up and they were sent to islamic schools to become educated in the ways of Islam. She never saw or heard from them, again. She moved in with her aunt and started her journey to doom. She became the cleaner, the wash woman, the house help and the punch bag. Her aunt made her work for a whole year before enrolling her into school. And when she eventually did, she made her work for her school fees by sending her to sell satchel water in a football field close to their house. By the time Hadiza was 12, she had become a beautiful girl and her aunt thought to marry her out so she could do away with paying her school fees and also tolerating her.

Hadiza was betrothed to the second man who came for her hands because he was educated and richer than the first one and she was so happy to leave her wicked aunts house that the perks of getting married was the least of her problems. She just assumed she was changing houses and jobs and what wouldn’t a tired 12 year old girl give for some good food, rest and long hours of sleep. Mallam Sanni (her mai’gida) lived in Sokoto so she moved there with him after they got married. By then she was 13 and done with her primary school education. He promised to further her education and to also make her visit home at least once in a year. That was the beginning of the rest of her “world of a lie” life.

Her first sexual experience was worse than the subsequent once. She was molested, bruised, torn, and partially raped. She was made to believe that it was always like that every first time but she later got to realize that it was always going to be like that, every time. Her husband was bigger than her in everything and she was just too small to fight him off. Sex was daily for him during their first year of marriage. He had a routine and she had to follow it judiciously. “He walks into their room and announces his sexual intentions. She goes into the bathroom, takes her bath and comes back to the bedroom with only her wrapper. He takes off his cloths, lay beside her naked and reaches for her bre….. well, we all know what goes on after that but from everything she explained, foreplay wasn’t in their routine. This went on for a while and she finally got pregnant and the sex stopped. Her first and only daughter was birthed when she (Hadiza) was 3months shy of her 15th birthday and barely 11months after she started her menstruation cycle. Giving birth was always done by a midwife in their house and her aunt came for a week only to help her, after that, her mother-in-law moved in and took over. As soon as her first baby was 5months old, her husband’s sexcapades started all over again, 5 to 6 times a week. Her mother-in-law passed on after her fourth child so she was left alone to take care of her fifth. She got a live in elderly woman (Jumai) to assist her with her bunch of kids before the gave birth to the sixth and seventh child. Her husband married out their first child, Hajara (the month she started her menstruation), at the age of 14 to a younger and better man and she bore a son a year after. It was Jumai who told her about family planning and she took her there some months ago. Her husband made sure he provided for his children by sending them to school, feeding them and clothing them but that was all. He barely gave her enough money to include herself from the catering allowance. She could only save about N142, 500 which she had in cash with her because she didn’t have a bank account. Her husband chased her out some days ago because his several attempts to get her pregnant again had failed and he was worried and impatient. He said he wanted 3 more daughters from her. She lied to him that she lost her womb due to some infections she had via him after she birthed the seventh child and the midwife said she couldn’t give birth again. She was tired of going through the torment and suffering alone and he was having none of it. Said he couldn’t leave with a barren woman at home and he was going to replace her if she didn’t give him another child.

To cut the long story short, he threw her out after the seventh child turned 2 and she was directed to my NGO by Jumai, for help. How can an educated man descend so low, so so low and decide to imprison a girl of 13years old. A girl young enough to be his child. He sleeps with her bruising her fragile body with his huge manly parts. Early marriage has never been supported by me. A girl should be old enough to chose a husband for herself. She shouldn’t be forced into any kind of union with any man, no matter how matured she is/looks. Age also matters too. A girl of 18 or 19 who has gone through the four walls of high school is still too young to be betrothed to any man, talk more of a child of 13. Early marriage is a thing of the past. No man, educated or not should be encouraged to patronize the idea of getting married to a child. He should wait till she is old enough to understand the “crux of a marriage” before engaging her in anything/way.

Chaotic Silence… too

Published February 27, 2014 by saddeyya

Adewale drove around town for a while, contemplating on what his next line of action should be. Should he just go home and forget everyone and everything. Confronting his sister was out of it, it’s not like his questions will automatically change her sexual preference. She was into women, into his own women. She chased April in high school and she snatched Jessy from him. Oh No, the realization just dawned on him. Jessy, Hmmm, no wonder she didn’t give in to any of his sexual advances and as a gentleman who believed in waiting for the right moment, he never pushed her for anything beyond the friendly kisses because he was hoping she would eventually trust and let him in but that never happened because his sister was probably screwing her and her conscience wouldn’t allow her “do” two siblings. Pffft. But there were times when Jessy came over and spent the weekend with them but she only kissed him lightly and said sleeping in his sisters room was safer and more appropriate. What a very decent girl he thought she was back then but now the truth just became clear. She was being eaten or even “toyed with” by his lovely innocent and intelligent sister. He can remember practically begging Mofe to campaign on his behalf whenever she was with his girlfriend and campaign she said she was doing, hmmmm, cramping right.

“Adeeeeee!!! You know say you mess up sha, a whole guy man like you” he spoke aloud this time to himself. In the past he had felt bad that he just left Jessy hanging because they never really broke up and then he met April and he found everything he had always wanted in a woman, wife and mother of his children in her. His conscience wasn’t clear because Jessy was now a close family friend and he felt she was broken from his decision to move on without her, little did he know that her interest never lay with him, she had eyes for his sister. At a point, he even thought Jessy was trying to get to know him and his family better before “sexually consumating” (in Lady Em’s words) their relationship, but alas….
He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t know the music he was playing had stopped until he heard a phone ringing. Oh dear, he had April’s phone in the car, no wonder she hadn’t called him since. Amidst the chaotic drive round town, he had been expecting his phone to ring but now he knew why. Driving round town for a while cleared his head for some minutes for him to realize he needed a drink. He drove to a bar, had himself a whole bottle of champagne and peppered snail. Ade knew what had to be done and he knew he had to face everyone and tell them of his new decisions. The thought of facing April was scary but it had to be done. He headed for Jessy’s.

Mofe thought of several ways to approach the matter. Should she walk to April and apologize for something she barely remembered doing or should she just walk back inside, hail her folks, take her bath and sleep off. Her parents didn’t know of any of this because they were in their chalet and she hadn’t gone there to greet them upon returning home. She wondered what her parents would say or do when they eventually found out that the reason there wasn’t going to be a wedding again was because of her. Their lovely innocent Mofe. She swallowed the last of her pride, walked towards April and did what she should have done several years ago. She stood in front of her, put both hands on her shoulder and asked for her forgiveness with biddy eyes and a shaky voice. She told April the truth about herself. “I am a lesbian, I have always been and I don’t know if I can change who I am. I don’t know why the sight of another woman turns me on and I don’t know if it is something I should apologize for but I am here and that is what I am. I am sorry about high school, it was juvenile delinquency and I have long since grown. But please that shouldn’t mean you should leave my brother for this reason please. Dude loves you and he can’t wait to marry you. I already took Jessy away from him, don’t make me be the cause of you leaving him again, please.” Mofe kept going on and on about how Ade’s life would be destroyed, and all sort but the only thing that caught Aprils attention was “taken Jessy”.

Wait, sorry but please wait, are you saying you and Jessy are an item? All the bewildering confessions just made her stifle a cry. Jessy and Mofe, an item? Wow. It then dawned on her what Mofe meant by saying she had taken Jessy from Ade. April had always known that they where in a relationship in the past but Ade said it wasn’t as serious as that and she grudgingly believed him because she felt Jessy was only claiming to be best of friends with Mofe just to be close to Ade, but now after all she just heard, she finally believed he wasn’t lying. Awwww her poor Ade, he lost his first love to his sister and he recently just discovered that the same sister once made a move on his fiancé. He must be going through hell now, she checked her pockets for her phone and remembered it was in Ade’s car. She had to reach him. She had to apologize to him. She wasn’t ready to lose him. O, her dear Ade. She looked into Mofes eyes, pouted for some seconds, wiped the tears from her beady eyes and accepted her apology, they hugged, shared a joke and some other stories as they walked back into the house together to greet her in-laws, Mofe’s parents.

Jessy got home before her guest so she set up the mood for her escapade. She needed to exorcise herself of this sullen event. She needed to be punished as the sudden tension in her was overwhelming. She turned on the air condition, cd player and she plugged the kettle. She needed a cup of coffee, She had no plans of sleeping. Jessy got into her lingerie, brought out her dominatrix box and sat down on the kitchen counter. The water started to boil and she made herself a small cup of chinese black coffee which she downed in no time. A few minutes later her door bell rang. She ran to the door half clad in a see through lingerie and a whip between her teeth. She opened the door for her guest and was shocked to see Ade instead. The look he gave her was weird and that stirred something in her pants. He smiled, nodded his head, removed the whip from her mouth and walked into her house closing the door behind them…

Chaotic Silence…….1

Published February 3, 2014 by saddeyya

I don’t see how this can work again, babe, I don’t know how you expect me to marry the brother of a girl who molested me in junior high school. How can you ask that of me? How??? She is a lesbian, a full blown one for God’s sake, how could you not have mentioned that? We spoke about everybody and their likes extensively before we got here, and you never thought to mention Mofe’s sexuality to me.

April, with her back turned at him, vented on and on and on about the impossibility of their union together and her fiancé, just stood there, speechless. He looked like he had aged in the last few minutes. He looked stressed, confused, angry, lost, and the same time surprised. He was surprised because he could not comprehend what he just witnessed. April walked in, saw Mofe, screamed Senior Omo, and ran back out, in her heels. He had never seen April so scared before, ever. How could April, his lovely fiancée, the woman he was about to make his wife and the future mother of his unborn-presidential kids accuse his sister, his word-of-peace, and his most intelligent female competitor, of lesbianism? His Omomofe, his innocent sister who has never had time for boys or any serious relationship because she has always been too occupied with her books, family and her friends. The one who brings peace to the hearts of every troubled family member because she has a way for comforting and convincing a troubled soul in their time of confusion by providing companionship, any day, anytime? No, he was not going to take this from anyone not even his lover. Especially not his lover.

Keep quiet! Keep quietttt!! Please. April, for God’s sake, shut your mouth up and let me think, please. You have been talking for the past 20 minutes or more and I have allowed you. Now, please, SHUT IT UP!!! Please. Adewale had never ever spoken to her like that before, April knew when to shut it and she was glad she did immediately and as soon as she did, she turned to look at the man she has been engaged to for a while, she didn’t see the happy-go-fellow she fell in love with, instead she saw a man who looked like the world had just been reaped from underneath him, she saw a man that looked worn-out, overwhelmed, agitated and old. He didn’t look like the man that chased after her half an hour ago. He didn’t look like the man she fell in love with. He looked like he had just escaped from the pit of hell. April’s heart sank; she knew leaving this man would kill him faster than a cobra’s sting. But then she tried to stay put as her body asked of her, as opposed to what her heart was telling her, which was to rush into his arms and withdraw all she had blurted out a while ago, from anger and rage.

Adewale didn’t understand what he was going to do but he knew he needed answers. He walked back into the house like a man with a deadly mission screaming Jessica’s name repeatedly, without waiting for a response, he called Mofe’s name with disgust as he walked into them hugging each other in her room. He pulled out his shirt from his pants and rolled up his sleeves. He needed air, and he need to loosen his buttons because it was becoming too hot to breathe. Jessica separated herself from Mofe, turned with biddy eyes and attempted to walk out of the room hoping to leave her lover and her ex to sort themselves out. She also looked as worn out as Ade did. He looked into her eyes and the answer to all the questions he was about to ask was there in her eyes. Yes, she knows Mofe is a lesbian. Yes, she is one of her partners. Yes, she is sorry he had to find out this way. He stood there, shocked. He could not believe what he had just discovered from a mere glance. How can his Jessica, the girl he once loved and wanted to spend his life with be in a relationship with his sister, his lovely sister. How??? He broke into hot tears and screamed Oh my God, as his hands reached for his chest,squeezing his shirt in the process like one whose heart had just been broken into visible pieces. His shirt had been dampened from the river that flowed from his eyes and his body was sagged from emotional exhaustion, he looked at his ex, his sister, and walked away from both of them. He walked towards his car, but stopped briefly by April, kissed her on the forehead and whispered “I am terribly sorry. I do love you but I need me sometime to think. Alone.” as he looked into her red teary beautiful eyes, he hugged her tightly and got into his car, locked himself up and drove off while all three of them stared at the dust he had just raised.

Jessica stared at April and mouthed, “I am so sorry”. She could not bring herself to be audible seeing as she had suddenly lost her voice to tears and pain. There was no way in hell she was going to confront him with the pregnancy idea anymore, due to his recent discovery of her sexuality. She couldn’t even phantom it not even in her wildest imagination. There goes her baby daddy, the perfect sperm for her raging eggs. She looked at Mofe and mouthed “I’ll call you tomorrow” then got into her car and drove away too. There was no way she was going to stay and witness the next episode of rants from April and Mofe. She had heard enough for the evening, going back home to her quiet house sounded like a very good idea now. She picked her phone and dialed a number on her speed dial, a female voice answered, they exchanged pleasantries and she asked the person on the other end to meet her at home with a bottle of Jack, sleep over clothes and a joint or two.

April stood there as Jessy drove away. She had always wondered why she was so close to Ade and yet they had no sexual history. If only she had paid more attention to her, she may have known something fishy was up. Hmmm, what is she going to do now? How is she going to explain to her family that the wedding was not going to hold again? How?. She stood there shuttling her gaze between the gate, and Mofe at the entrance to the house. The silence between them was mentally chaotic. She desperately wanted to leave the house but that would mean calling a cab and she was damn sure she left her phone in Ade’s car…

Talk about being stranded at the wrong time and place.

April’s Deja’Vu

Published November 25, 2013 by saddeyya

I don’t understand. What you are talking about Zebby (or Hajiya Zainab as her fellow colleagues called her) I mustered, as I ran my fingers through her brownish left soft lump from her see-through chemise, while I dipped my spare hands in between her panties, in search of her pinky. We were trying so hard to gasp for air as she nibbled on my earlobes and neck while she fondled my behind; we ended up having a wild make out session as usual on her couch for some minutes before a knock on the door separated us, sharply. I walked towards her bathroom to wash my hands as a nurse walked in with my file and some drugs which she had prescribed to me earlier on. Zainab has been my doctor, friend, and side chick for a couple of years. She is a mother of two, married to a wealthy, famous and very busy politician who is yet to satisfy her like I do, or so she always says for every orgasm I give her, every time. Well, who cares? She’s not the topic of discussion for now. I am. I am only 32 years old for jeez sake, yes, I am kinda rich, I am street smart, intelligent, semi-single and a mini-freak but that’s not an excuse for nature to attempt to treat me like trash yeah. Some people are worse than me and I don’t think they will ever be dealt with this kind of blow, still.
Zebby, how am I supposed to make a baby within 2 months without a spouse or even an imaginary relationship with the opposite sex? I checked to see if her door had been properly closed by the nurse who just left before I blurted my fears. You know I am a full blown lesbian; I have never even properly French kissed a guy let alone have them inside of me, what other options do we have, I quizzed. What about that Artificial insemination process I have been reading about via the net, can’t it be done In Nigeria? Or can’t we get a surrogate mother to do the ish for me? Babes, talk to me, I am scared yes but your silence and the smirk on your face is more creepy. Is it that bad? Zebby finally broke into a comforting smile and a sexy 20 seconds laughing spree before she uttered a word of. Haba Jessica; it isn’t so bad you know, I mean having a guy inside of you. They are not as bad as you imagine. It’s the same thing we do, just with a difference. I am married remember, with time you will endure and enjoy, I promise you. The only solution I have here is for you to have sex with a real guy for a couple of times. Get pregnant along the line, and continue with your Gold plated rabbit over time, like seriously, who buys a gold plated rabbit? We both burst into laughter, while I unconsciously streamlined my thoughts into the list of male friends that I had. All my male friends know I am Gisexual, and telling one of them to screw me would be the most awkward thing to ever come out of my sarcastic mouth. How? Me? UNpossible. I should probably lure one of those randy junior staff in my office to bed, but won’t that turn out to be disrespectful in the end?
A lot of thoughts ran through my mind as I drove back to work and I just couldn’t come up with a solution. I picked my phone and dialed Mofe. She is my ex’s sister who happens to be my fulltime girlfriend now, though she is currently in Canada completing her Ph.d. I told her what the doctor said and the solution to my problem, her screaming utterances was epic, magnificent!!! I could tell from her reaction that she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. I was going to be barren in a year or 14 months because a certain cyst that I just discovered after several heavy bleeding episodes, countless lab tests and scans, was about to destroy my womb and as the only child of my single-never-married-virgin macro-born again mother, I owed her a child at least. Whatever sex is fine by both of us. My mum was impregnated by some random cult guy when she was in the university and that’s how I came about. She gave me the love and affection any mother and father could give even after her parents threw her out. She struggled to finish school and decided to give up her career for a few years to ensure I had a good childhood before she continued working. Her parents took us back in when they realized that she didn’t lose focus despite her situation because she kept on fending for both of us in a good way without any man in her life. Her parents took her back in but by then I was old enough to differentiate between good and bad and for me, they were BAD. My mum always warned me about boys, men, or the male specie. I guess that’s how I ended up loving women because I figured the only way to avoid getting preggers and reliving my mother’s life would be to stay away from men, so I erm, well, here I am, A girl’s scout. I discovered my love for girls in St. Grace Academy, a girl’s school. I was in a boarding school, and watching girl’s bath, play, and play dressup was a huge turn on for me. I had my first sex in ss1 with a senior in ss3. By the time I got to ss3, I was already counting heads as the Head prefect (literally).
Finding like minds in the university was a piece of cake as I was very popular in class due to my brains and I had a lot of male friends who never got to see me naked so I was the talk of the school and I guess that alone attracted the girls. I had my fair share of head counts there too and I think I was actually in love with a certain girl who broke up with me in our final year because she was getting married to a guy. She was the one that got away. Or so I thought till I left school and decided to focus on building my career and life.
Mum was always trying to hook me up with the sons of her sisters from church and colleagues from work. In the earlier stage it was annoying as I was always fighting about it with her but with time I realized giving in and going on a boring date had its perks after all cos that’s how I met Mofe. Her elder brother (Adewale – my platonic ex) was and is still cute and I think he was in love with me but I, your royal Queen B, had eyes only for Mofe. She isn’t as cute as her brothers yeah but she has the most amazing body ever and her laughter is one of the reasons amongst several others I was always trying to make a joke out of every situation. She laughs from the heart and she is a wonderful person. If only I felt the same way about her brother. She like her brothers and everyone else in her family has a beautiful soul, forgiving heart and a prayerful tongue. I think I fell in love with her family first because they gave me a sense of belonging. They treated me as one of their own. They look at life as a passage to a bigger place and that has always been my belief. Adewale doesn’t still know I am a lesbian. He thought I became best of friends with his sister a few months after we met just so I could study him but we have been “best of friends” for over 4 years and I am sure he gets the message now. I want to be part of the family but I don’t want it to be through or with him.
Talking about Adewale, the height of our relationship was a hug and a peck, gave him several stories about why I wasn’t ready to be intimate yet and because he loved me then, he believed waiting for the right time would be perfect for both of us. He has stopped waiting now, seeing as he has a new girlfriend whose name is April, like seriously, April weds Ade, hahhahahaha, whatever. Heard from a grapevine that he was bringing her around for Christmas, Christmas was 45 days away and Mofe would be home too, hmmm, talk about perfect timing. He is the perfect pawn, but how am I going to explain this to Mofe? Now that’s the main problem I have at hand. How do I tell the girl I am in love with that the only person I can allow to even touch me or sleep with me is her brother who is now in a serious relationship, reason being that it would make me feel closer to her by virtue of the baby. Can I even pull it off or should I just ignore Zebbys message and play deaf till my mother realizes that I have lost my womb to one of life’s cruel hands.
All these thoughts kept running concurrently through my head six weeks later when I rushed down to welcome Mofe as I was too busy to go pick her from the airport because I was in a long, productive end of “Q4 and Intro to Q1” meeting with my business partners/colleagues. I walked in on Adewale and his girlfriend having a heated argument at the parking lot and from the look of things, I could tell she was trying to leave, hmmm, perfect again for me. Mofe sat down on her box in the mini parlor looking dumbfounded at the door. I walked in screaming and she didn’t even move a muscle. She just sat there looking like she had just seen a ghost. My heart broke immediately; I had never seen Mofe, my “face of peace” looking so confused, sad, lost, and heartbroken. I reached out to her and dragged her into her room as I watched tears fall from her eyes. I couldn’t ask her what the problem was cos I knew it had to do with the fight I saw outside. I had the whole evening to listen to her so I sat there and rocked her slowly. She finally mumbled something I didn’t catch so I nudged her and asked her to repeat what she just said. That was when my worst nightmare came alive in my wake. Omolola (now known as April), Adewales fiancé was one of the girls that Mofe forced to do unlawful sexual acts to her in high school when she was a junior. Apparently April had grown, and her name and physical features changed with time but Mofe didn’t recognize her from the pictures Ade sent to her when he sent her a shopping list for his soon-to-be bride. April on the other hand, had only spoken to Mofe a couple of times and she had never really seen a picture of her seeing as Mofe was rarely in the country to start with and we were all supposed to officially meet each other for Christmas.
Therein rests my problem people.

Note: don’t judge my sexuality; I was born/made that way in my head. I do not know why I am Gisexual but I like it. I am a semi-healthy freak who is a lover of life, wealthy, and God fearing Read the rest of this entry →

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