Mysterious Woman (Part 1)

Friday

I just got back from work that afternoon, extremely tired. Needing to rest and relax my nerves. I got in the shower first and let the cold water wash away the stress of the day from my body and soul. I stood there for quite a while. I didn’t want to leave. But it wasn’t a bath-tub...where you could fall asleep in and even drown if you were a careless mofo. I grudgingly turned off the shower and grabbed a towel to clean up my wet body. I was hungry like a starving Somali child. I grubbed on what I had left over in the fridge, drank a cup of juice and headed straight to bed. I checked the clock on my phone to know the time and set the alarm to wake me up by 7:00PM so I could go drink the rest of the day out with a few pals. Just as I lay my weary head on the pillow and closed my eyes...the call came in. My phone rang. It was beside me there on the bed but I refused to pick it. But  I figured it could be somebody important, so i checked the missed call and found out it was just another strange number. I dropped the phone on the bed and closed my eyes. And just as I began to drift...the phone started ringing once more. i cursed the devil. I reached for the phone, picked it up and answered the call. It was a female voice at the other end. She asked if it was i on the line...I said yes. I asked who she was. She said I wouldn’t know her. Then I asked her what she wanted. She said she wanted to see me. I wondered who it could be, wanting to see me. I wanted to question her further but i was too tired to think of the right questions. I just went on to arrange the time and place. We’d meet later that evening, at a Big-Shot bar. It was not a place for small children to hang out, I remember. So this lady must be one of substance. I was still wondering what it was that she wanted to see me about when I dived into the dark abyss that is deep slumber.

My alarm woke me up at 7 o’clock exactly.  I grumbled and got off the bed to go wash my face in the bathroom. Then I freshened up and put on jean trousers, a Polo shirt and Sebago footwear. I got out my apartment feeling all fly and ready to have much fun that night until the earliest hours of tomorrow. I called a cabbie and told him to take me to the bar. I had never been to the bar before and I didn’t know exactly how to get in there. I was hoping my mystery lady would be there waiting. I dialled the number she’d called me with. She told me she was already there waiting. I told her I was almost there. She asked if I was driving and I told her yes. Well, fcuk it. She didn’t have to know I was car-less. A few minutes later I was walking towards the bar, with two ‘don’t mess with me, punk’ type of bouncers standing at the entrance and wiping folks with that Garett metal detecting machine. I walked up to them, a mean look on my face and made to enter like I was a regular at the place. One of them put this massive arm in front of me and returned my mean look with a meaner one of his. My mean look disappeared quickly and I was all smiling and telling them that I’m being expected there. By who? The other one asked...his voice all scruffy and coarse. I didn’t know my mystery lady’s name yet. But I loved surprises and wanted to see who she was when I looked upon her. I called her to let her know the guards wouldn’t let me in. I noticed Mr Mean-Look had a scowl on his face when I called them guards. Mr Scruff-voice just stared at me like he wanted to eat me. She told me to hand the phone over to them. I gave the phone to Mr Scruff-voice and he listened for a few seconds then grunted his approval, held my phone in his hand, staring at it like he was looking at the greatest invention ever made by man. He handed it over to me and nodded at me to go in. I just grinned at both of them and made my way in, leaving the two suckers to sulk till eternity.

The place was dark, but for the dimmed lights and the other colourful ones that every bar or night club usually had. I didn't know exactly where to find her...the place was already bubbling with slow music and the usual banter and laughter that Friday evenings were made of. I walked up to the bar and tried to order the cheapest drink they had there. While I sat there sipping it slowly, I scanned the place for her. I checked all the tables. There were no tables of a lady sitting lonely and waiting. It was either guys sitting and drinking or a dude sitting with a lady. I asked the bar attendant if there were any VIP rooms in the place. He still had that look of disgust on his face, like I was the only guy that had bought the cheapest drink from that bar for the whole year or something. He replied and told me there were VIP rooms, but none of the VIPs had come that evening. So if she wasn’t sitting at a table in the general section and was not in VIP, where the feck was she?

Just then, a lady walked into the bar. I observed this lady as she walked. And I decided within myself that she wasn’t the one. This lady was too young to be my Mystery Caller. But just as I sat there, slowly sipping my expensive cheap drink...this young lady walked up to the bar and sat just beside me. I pretended to be busy with my phone, but I felt her eyes on me. Then when she ordered a bottle of one of the most expensive drinks they had there...i looked at her for two reasons. One was to gaze upon this lady who had ordered a bottle of such an expensive drink and wondering why the heck she would do such a thing, and the other reason was because I recognized her voice. It was my mystery caller alright.

“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting” she finally said.

The Final Day (Part 1)

The day was Saturday...

It was getting to the end of November and Seun had not yet been paid his salary. Seun was a very impatient young man, and he needed the money as urgently as fish out of water needed its hydrogen. He was up to his neck in debt that he owed so many people who he'd borrowed from and had promised to pay when he got paid. When the time finally came for him to get paid, the bastards told him that they were still trying to balance the company accounts before any staff could be paid. That had been a week ago. Seun had been stretched to his limit. He was hungry for money and could surely do anything for it at that moment.

While Seun was going through his shirt and trouser pockets for the umpteenth time that week, trying to find if he might have left some cash in them that he could at least feed with, his phone began to ring. He was always apprehensive of the sound of his phone ringing because of the many people he owed who usually called to ask him about their money. He knew it was one of them calling him again. He didn't bother checking it till it stopped ringing. But a few seconds later the phone was ringing again. Seun walked up to where the phone lay on his bed and picked it up to check who was calling. It was a strange number. He suspected that it was one of his creditors calling him with an unknown number since he had been avoiding their calls all week. He still didn’t pick. He dropped the phone back on the bed and continued searching his pockets. But the phone rang and rang and rang...until Seun decided it was time to face his fears. He picked up the phone, answered the call and listened...

“Hello, is this Mr Seun Alako from Okota?”

Seun was more apprehensive now than before. Who could this be that knew him by his full name and knew the area where he lived as well? Was it the police? Had one of his creditors decided that the debt he owed and couldn’t pay was now a matter of National Security?

“Hello? Is someone there? Hello?”

“Yes, yes, this is Seun speaking. Who is this?”

“This is Mr Patrick calling from the Customs Unit at MM1. We need you to come over and clear your parcels, Sir”

Seun was not sure what he’d heard, so he asked again. And Mr Patrick repeated the same thing he’d said before. There were two big boxes of items that had been sent from the United Kingdom with his name being on the recipient section. He was expected to come to the airport as soon as he could to clear his things, that any further delay would attract more charges. Mr Patrick also told him that clearing the boxes would require just a minimal amount of N15, 000. Even though Seun knew that he didn’t have as much as N500 to his name at that moment, this news was too good to not be true. These were no scammers or 419ers. Mr Patrick had sent him pictures through Whatsapp to his phone and he saw the two big boxes and his name, Okota (where he stayed) and his very own phone number written boldly on the sides of the boxes. What could be in those boxes, he asked himself. But the sooner he got that N15, 000 naira and go claim them...

The only person he could ask for that money who would give him that very day was Gloria, his ex-girlfriend who owned a boutique down town. But he already owed Gloria N30, 000. He still went ahead and dialled her number. Told her he needed to see her. She told him to come over to the boutique and Seun went there, sat down with her and told her everything. He even showed her the pictures. Gloria was extremely sceptical about everything and warned him about scammers and the things they do. Seun convinced her that scammers would never go through such trouble just to get N15, 000 out of somebody. She saw reason with him, and agreed on just one condition; that she would follow him to the airport to clear the boxes. Seun didn't want to agree at first, but when he saw the look on her face and the fact that he already owed her a lump sum already, he did agree...

They got in Gloria's car as she drove them to the airport. Seun was restless throughout the drive there. He didn't know if to be happy or overjoyed, and he hadn’t even prayed to God that morning, but it seemed He was being good to him despite all of his shortcomings. He clasped his hands together, bowed his head and said a short prayer of thanks. Gloria saw him do this and chuckled. She liked the man sitting beside him in her car right now, and would even like him more if they succeed with getting whatever it was that was within those boxes...

to be continued

The Most Forbidden

I’m about to tell a story. You can either choose to believe or not to believe it. Well, whatever you do...i really do not give a multi-pointed cutlery.

There lived in this town, a happy family. A husband, wife and three kids. The husband's name was Daddy, the wife's name was Mommy, and the three kids were Adenike, Olajide and Tolulope. Daddy, Mommy and the kids were all happy with each other, they all loved each other, they all cared for each other, and there were never any moments of quarreling or strife amongst them. A model family they were, to many other families that lived around them. Other parents would say “Look at the kids of Mr Daddy and Mrs Mommy, they always love and obey their parents...unlike you ungrateful bastards”

Daddy and Mommy were staunch Christians in the church. Technically, you could say they owned the church, since 60% of the money that had been used to build it had come off their bank accounts. Daddy was a deacon and Mommy was a deaconess. They each went to church five times every week, and spent not less than 8 hours every Sunday attending to church activities. Daddy was such a devout servant in the house of God. Mommy was a tad bit more devout than her husband, and both were very content with how the society looked up to them as true Christians who never joked with doing the purpose that the Lord had brought them into the world to do.

Now, the kids, Nike, Jide and Tolu loved their parents so very much. They had never lacked anything in their lives from the day they were born up to the moment the events of this story unfolded. Nike was 21, a final year student in a Private University established by a very prominent church in the country. She was about to graduate with a very good result and couldn't wait for the time to come when she would be free from that prison her parents called an Educational Institution. Jide was 18, in another more expensive private University, just going into his 2^nd year and getting used to life in a better prison than his elder sister. While Tolu, was 13 and in a private Secondary school for girls.

Our story will focus on the life of Jide, the only boy in the family.

Jide had gotten to that stage in his life where boys are very sexually active and become very attracted to their female colleagues and the likes. Jide’s mom, Mommy, knew about this, and had discussed it with Daddy a few times. But the difficult part was bringing Jide to the sitting room, offering him a seat in one of the comfortable sofas, and giving him the advice he needed to go through this stage in his life. The usual sex-ed routine: Learn to abstain, keep yourself till marriage, but if you really can’t...make sure you use a condom, to protect yourself from sexually transmitted diseases or unwanted pregnancies, etc...etc. But, naaah...Daddy and Mommy were staunch Christians and practitioners of the gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ of Nazareth...so the only sex education that Jide or any of their other children needed to hear was that “FORNICATION IS A SIN...AND THE WAGES OF SIN IS ETERNAL DEATH BY THE SCORCHING FLAMES OF HELL!!!” And they made sure that message was preached almost every morning during morning devotion. Jide and his sisters would surely get the message and stay the hell away from coital relations with their opposite sexes.

Jide was a melancholic young man, who had to endure various bouts of depression and mood disorders. He had always managed to keep it under a facade so that his parents or siblings hardly ever noticed. He was an introvert, kept to himself most of the time and hardly had any friends. Then because of the way his parents had brought him up, far and away from the normal children on the streets, he had become so used to the loneliness so much that even being around people was always very awkward for him. He was quite intelligent, but very shy, and lacked the confidence to speak to a large number of people...or to a very beautiful lady. His parents, especially his mother, Mommy, had always been stern on the act of her children bringing visitors to their home. She had warned Nike various times to not go to boys’ houses and to never bring any boy to her house. If she wanted to keep any friends...let it be female friends, and she was only allowed to bring her female friends to the house. So when it became Jide’s turn to bring friends to the house, the same warning went to him, to never bring any girl to the house...and never to go out looking for any girl. He had to focus on his studies and become a Medical Doctor before he thought about women or the pleasures that existed within their bodies. 

Jide obliged. He always obeyed his mother, he never wanted to make her angry or be mad at him. So he never brought any female friend to his house, only male friends. He didn’t have many friends though, but when he got into the University, he found one best friend. This dude named Samuel, but everybody called him Sammy. Jide and Sammy became the closest of friends, they always hanged out together, always played FIFA together, always argued about cars and gadgets with each other. They were such happy buddies, and Mommy even liked Sammy and the fact that her son was his friend. Once or twice, whenever Jide tried to sneak a female into the house, Mommy would be so pissed when she found out. She would raise hell and let Jide know he had done wrong and disobeyed God by not doing what his mother had asked. But if any of Jide’s male friends came to visit, she would smile at them and even offer them food and drinks. 

Jide was not happy with Mommy anymore, how can he cope under these conditions? A sturdy, young man like him, with strong sexual desires, and the only way he could quench them was being frowned at by his moronic directors at school or by his devout Christian folks back at home. It was too much for him to bear. He had to do something about it or else it would drive him nuts. So Jide devised a plan in his head...

On this fateful day...Mommy was about to go out for her Women's meeting at the church and needed someone to clean the car for her. Jide usually did this, and the last time she had checked, he was in his room, taking a nap. She called his name twice, but he didn't respond. She walked towards where his room was so that he could hear her more clearly, and bellowed his name again. Still, Jide didn't respond. She sighed. Maybe he had gone out again, she thought to herself. So, she went out to her car, tried to get in and found out that the car was locked. She remembered then that she'd given Jide the car keys earlier to go and get some provision from their supermarket. Then she walked back into the house. She was a few feet before Jide's room before she started to hear the sounds. When she got to Jide's door, the sounds became clearer to her. Mommy's eyes widened as she listened carefully. It was the unmistakable sound of a man and a woman having carnal knowledge of each other. THE GREATEST SIN OF THEM ALL. in Jide's room? her very own Jide's room? No, she didn't want to believe what she was hearing. Maybe Jide was doing something else. maybe he had listened as she called his name, then when he thought she had left, he'd switched on his CD player and started watching one of those abominable erotic videos. Just as Mommy stood there wondering, the sounds got louder...and she just couldnt hold her rage anymore. 

 Mommy, grabbed the door knob, twisted it, and barged into Jide's room. What she saw shocked her, her eyes bulged, her jaws dropped... and her words hung in her throat. 

Behold, Jide was totally naked...on all fours, on his bed. Wearing a wig, with make-up on his face that made him look female. And Sammy was behind him, holding his hip and ramming his penis into Jide's orifice. 

Mommy fainted.

The End.