Thursday, 27 December 2018

my lecturer became a lesbian after she lost her marriage(painful)

Now back to busineess, i went out to buy bread, would have cook, but i don’t know cook, don’t blame i be mum’s pet.. I ate bread and tea that afternoon before retiring to browsing on my phone.. Good afternoon, i heard that coming from the entrance.. Went to open the door.. The girl that came to borrow iron was standing before me.. She was wearing a gown that did not even cover her laps.. I don’t know her name then.. I manage to mutter good afternoon. She replied And ask if caro is around.. Told her no. She left.. I went inside back switch onn caro laptop input her password, i check her movie folder..I sort the folder by length and select a 2hours plus movie… She already called me that she won’t be back anytime before 6pm, and it’s pass 4 already.. The film is still showing the cast and crew and the door open.. “In my mind This girl again” She open the door without even knocking.. The girl : i here to return the iron.. Me : ok drop it on the reading table. The girl : you don’t even ask for my name ! Me : uhhhh, did you ask for mine too. .. She smile Me : is that funny ? The girl : mr olabep is not funny oh. Me : so you even know my name. The girl : yea, why won’t i know your name.. You are cool handsome. “she wink” Me : thank you, what’s your name ? The girl : am sheyi Me : oluwasheyi or sheyifunmi Sheyi : both.. Me : ok. Sheyi : and won’t you offer me to sit. Me : you said earlier that you are here to return the iron.. Sheyi : and now that i have change my mind you should. Ok.. You can sit down ma.. She sat on the reading chair.. Continue watching my movie and she’s busy with her phone.. After like 15mins of silence. She ask “what course are you aspiring to study ?” Me : Architecture. Sheyi : why ?? you can’t even ask me to come and watch movie Me : “i do face like *Mr bean* look am.” Don’t know if you will be interested ! She join me on the bed, she ask what has happen in the movie so far.. I narrated it to her.. The way she positioned her self, i can see her cleaverage clearly.. Of a sudden she just put her right hand on my left hand, i pretend i did not feel that, few minutes later she started rubbing my hands.. Now i was really trying hand to pretend am not feeling that.. Because have started sweating already.. I try to free my hand and pretend nothing happen.. Few minutes later again she face me, i bone face.. I concentrated on the laptop.. Wetin i go see next, she just carry head put for my shoulder.. I look into her eye… For my mind, i dey think am say wetin few do this one… What i heard next was Am i not pretty ? Me : you are pretty. Sheyi : so why are you resisting. Don’t you love me ?? For my mind i don hit my first jackpot.. See as babe fall without even askin her out.. Still contemplatin on the reply to give her.. She just chook mouth for my mouth.. In her blink of a eye her hand don dey cuddle my neck..it took me like three mins to start meeting her kissing tempo.. Because the highest wey i don go for this kind package na just to kiss lips..i had one naughty friend in secondary, her name his blessing, would told you about her later..she’s my bestfriend in secondary. Blessing and i tried alotta naughty things.The only thing we don’t try is have s€x, anytime i bring it on she will told me, her mum told her if she had s*x, she is gonna get pregnant.. That’s the only shii we don’t do when we are alone, but when we kiss we do kiss lips, but na my my tongue sheyi dey grab.. It was even hard to breath.. I was not catching up with her tempo but i was doing my own part by smooching her hard.. Was fondling her bre@st real hard, she has started moaning already, she’s ontop. Her phone started ringing.. F**K up she muttered. She picked the phone..i later learnt that a friend is waiting for her in her room.. I check the time it’s almost 6pm.. I am happy she left because caro will be at home anytime from now.. And am sad because i don’t know when the opportunity will come again.. But the opportunity come sooner We are chit chatting, while watching film, When Someone bark in, She Was the Lady we met outside in the noon, She came to Borrow iron, she left Immediately and We continue our gist… We slept at Past 12 that day. The Following morning She depart for School Very Early She left home Before 8. Am still on bed then, she told me my food is in the kitchen.. I left the bed at past 10 went to the bathroom, brush my teeth, took my bath and later Gachop my meal.. Thereafter i retired to playing game on my phone.. Quit the game when the phone notify me my battery is less than 15percent.. And there’s no light. I just vex go outside, i meet one guy outside.. D guy first dey ask me stupid question but we later roll.. Six am the following morning my alarm woke me up, caro came out of the kitchen.. I muttered good morning, she replied and ask if i slept well.. I replied her by nodding my head.. Caro ; Cooking already brother Me ; OK… When are you going to school ?? Caro ; nine o’clock. Me ; Alright Caro ; Any problem ? Me ; not at all. Caro ; you wanna go with me Me ; no Caro ; alright let me check what am cooking.. Go with you ko go with you ni… I forget to ask when she Will back… I quickly rush to the kitchen,, Me ; Aunty when we you be back ? Caro ; 4pm,, but why did you ask ? Me ; nothing Caro ; am suspecting you, why the questions. Me ; nothing, am sorry.. Caro ; am not angry.. Am just confused with the way you are asking questions ?? Me ; am just being caring. She laugh out loud when i said that, Caro ; you being caring ? Me ; yea Caro ; ok thanks have heard you.. Went to the bathroom, had my bath,,get dressed.. The food is not ready. . I picked up my phone switch on my data, i initially wants to read Arsene wenger press conference ahead of Arsenal match tonight, while reading a whatsapp message received. Checked it and is from sheyi Sheyi ; good morning Me ; morning, how was your night. Sheyi ; not that good.. Me ; what happen ? Sheyi ; thinking about you all night.. Me ; hmmmn, for real ?? Sheyi ; yea,when is she going to school ? Me ; Nine Sheyi ; ooops, and this past 7… I want you inside me Me ; you have got me all day.. Sheyi ; we talk later then… Me ; alright. Caro came out of the bathroom and told me ny food is the kitchen Fast forward to 9 o’clock, caro left for school… I wanted to wait for like ten minutes before calling sheyi… But its not up to three minutes Caro left, when sheyi joined me.. ME: so soon, SHEYI: No time jhor… Let’s get down to business, She’s putting off her cloth while I went to lock the door.. She was already on bed,she spread her like wide, I off my clothes too, join her on bed.. I started kissing and fondling her bre@st.. After like five minutes of foreplay.. SHEYI: where is your condom let’s get down.. ME: I don’t have SHEYI: OK no problem. I inserted johny and I feel the warmth, I was going gently for the first two minutes, but she order me to increase my speed… I was going in hard like 5 t----t in a second… In less than two minutes of going hard I Pour in her…. Splashhhhhhhhhhhh What’s that, she asked and push me off herself.. ME: am sorry SHEYI: sorry for yourself, you pour in less than ten minutes.. ME; Is not like that this is my first time SHEYI: you mean this is your first time of having s*x ME: yea.. Just give another chance I promise to do better I tried stroking Johnny, the idiot the not respond. She make lie on my back she notice the problem johny is giving, she sat on laps and placed her lips around the head of Johnny, after like ten minutes of licking johny, the idiot is back to life again, veins are visible on it.. She spit saliva on palm, she then rub it on her kittycat. SHEYI; now I ride she sat on Johnny slowing, and told to erase my mind from the if I want to last long.. She keep increasing her pace, after like 15 minutes of going up down.. She was amazed, am yet to pour.. SHEYI: baby your turn I place her bum at the edge of the bed.. I Kneel down very close to the bed raised her right leg up and place it on my shoulder, I spat on johny and stroke it.. I slide then started thrusting faster, she keep moaning and scattering hair.. SHEYI: baby faster uhuhhh Am cumming. After she said she’s Cumming, she raised her voice that I had to quickly cover her mouth with my hand. I keep going faster, after like five minutes I was feeling my load.. I quickly eject Johnny place it between her bre@st and stroke it few times and cummed on her face.
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the girl i fell in love with in school was older than me(emotional story)

I have been asleep for over five hours since I collapsed to the bed at 9pm. My early sleep was due to my long wait for a bus in that heavy rain last night; even now my blood is still frozen. The effort of my blanket proves futile to subdue the shiver… My potent organ is the only hot part. That is due to the ‘agbo jedi’ (local herb) I took while at work yesterday. Indeed, it is my lustful thing that aroused me from sleep. Again, my hand crawls gently towards those robust b-----s which befit a lady of twenty-seven, who had apparently not abused her body. Although she is still on pyjamas. Over the two years of our marriage, that was how I have always roused her. I got to know that rubbing those parts was one of her weak points, followed by working my tongue and lips from the tips of her toes up to her g---n. In fact , that would make her body travel out of this world … But that is needless right now – my body is really shouting for an urgent help. “Bamidele … stop this rubbish!” Her voice turns up a little. She shifts her beautiful frame to the edge of the bed – her body wriggles. There is something more to this, I think … She hardly addresses me by my full name. She had once told me she found it romantic calling me by that short form. “Titi, what is all this now?” I can sense a tremor in my voice. I don’t know what will become of me if Titi wouldn’t let me convert the chill on my body to perspiration. Sexual urge darts across my body like hummingbird hunting for food from one twig to another. “I am not in the mood for this nonsense, okay?” She says, turning her face to me. The light is off. But the reflection of the street lights through the windowpane leaves a glimmer from which I can see the annoyance that emits from Titi’s eyes. “You call this nonsense?” My voice breaks out from shiver at last, but still in a low tone like hers, “The same thing you said yesterday – you were not in the mood. The day before; same thing … I overlooked those ones because there was neither rain nor cold … Do you want me to die from cold before daybreak?” “What is this thick blanket meant for … ehn?” She feels the texture of the blanket in her hand, obviously to emphasize her statement, “if you are not satisfied with that, this pillow is big enough for you to get rid of the cold.. Please don’t disturb me. I need to rest.” “When do you want us to produce that glorious seed if you keep avoiding this?” Titi’s throat burst out with a mocking laughter, “You don’t cease to amuse me, you this man,” She continues laughing, and says in a fake romantic tone, “Those ones we have been doing since all these while, what have they yielded, my dear?” “Didn’t we go to the doctor together last week? He said none of us has problem hindering childbirth… So what fault are you heaving upon me?” “Whatever,” she says, waving her hand as if warding off a mosquito across my face. She resumes her position -facing the other side. I take a long sigh, and shake my head. Not now that I’ve taken advice from a co-worker that a ‘local herbal concoction’ would boost my libido since I now engage in a hard-work. He said the herb would strengthen my backbone for a better performance. Yesterday was my first time of giving it a try. My weakness lately is the reason why she has been avoiding me. I believe she is using that infertility as an excuse. But can one actually call three or four rounds of lovemaking a weakness? It’s either I test this ‘agbo jedi’ on your body now or I die. There is nothing like assaulting one’s housewife, of course. I must force you. It’s today you will know I have become a man, like I was during our early marriage – stronger than a horse! Without any further thought, I suddenly shove her from the edge of the field to the center, where the match would be comfortable to play. Do you want to rape your own housewife?” The word heaves out of her throat between the struggle, but still in a low tone. Housewife indeed – a so-called housewife would only deprive her husband of this commodity for five consecutive days. I don’t want to say a word until this mission is accomplished. I keep struggling, and she keeps proving a superwoman with me. “I will shout o!” she pants. “You dare not shout,” I clutch at her panties, after taking off her pyjamas, “only a shameless housewife will do that in the middle of the night, you know. Now, her strength seems to intensify. I am not surprised about that. Her father is from Calabar, and her mother, Ondo state. (Make una no vex ooo evry Calaber & Ondo abi no b so..) She pushes me roughly, but I maintain my position on top of her. At last, I bury my head into her bosoms. As if a cold water is poured on a fire, her body calms at once. Her struggling hands drop weak to the bed, and she is holding me closer. Moans of pleasure releases from her mouth. Oh! My potent organ will swing to action at last. I will soon be there, baby – Oh yeah…. Suddenly, I felt a painful pierce on my chest. I feel very weak as I grab where she has plugged her teeth just above my n-----s. My breaths run with pressure. Her voice faints out from here. I can hear her mumble something inaudible; I am sure they are abusive words. “Uncle, what is wrong?” An alarming voice comes from the doorway. It is my cousin, Lara. She is the last child of my Dad’s elder sister. She had come to stay with us since her school, MAPOLY, is not far from our place. Lara switches the light on and moves close to me. I cunningly remove my hand from my chest and cover my body with the blanket. “I heard your scream from my room. What is the matter? And where is sister Titilayo?” Lara’s eyes divert to the wall clock and my eyes follow. The time is 2:45 a.m. “Nothing, dear,” I manage a smile, “I was stung by a giant wasp … Titi just left the bed because she thought the wasp will also sting her.” “Ah, ” Lara sighs, resting her palms on her chests, “I thought it’s something more than that … sorry, sir. Maybe you need to apply something on it. Should I get you an ointment to relieve you from the pain?” “Oh, don’t bother yourself … I will get over it soon.” Lara is on a pink pyjamas that, however, defines her well-shaped, chocolate brown figure. She is really a good-looking girl and that’s also applicable to her chart “Okay, good night,” she says, waving her hand sleepily. She turns off the light as she makes her way out. The door creaks and closes gently. This is not the same Titi I married two years ago … This is not the same lady that used to seduce me each time I felt tired to perform. She is the lady that knows how to stimulate me better than I do. So what is the matter with her now? She started this naughty behaviour about thirteen months ago when I faced bankruptcy in my company at port Harcourt. I had to sell all my houses to recover my debt. I sold the remaining two cars I had to rent this two bedroom flat. I inherited those properties from my late father. I started working as a driver for a hotel seven months ago – I would hunch behind the wheel from morning till nightfall with a hard labour of offloading the goods that are being conveyed. I’m not meant to do that, but the hotel manager said it’s part of my work. He said a tall, strong-looking man like me shouldn’t complain of double duties for the age I entered in my written application – I have aged thirty-five. I have to comply to his instruction if I don’t want to lose the job. I had been looking for work over five months before the driving job consoled me. My salary is thirty-five thousand naira, just like my age. When I still had my own company, I wouldn’t wear myself out. I spent only four hours in the office, and my manager was competent enough to make sure everything was in order. Those times I noticed I could perform in bed for a longer period than now – ‘seven or eight rounds in bed no be play-play o’. She really respected me for that, and she would be the one to force me to action. How on earth will that manager know that overworking is destroying my marriage? The downfall of my libido is certainly the reason why Titi is behaving like this. Or what else could it be? The answer is obvious. It was two months ago I found out that my wife had bought a d---o. I found it by chance in her handbag. I guessed she forgot to keep it as soon as she arrived home from the shop. I didn’t tell her I found something like that
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the slave girl who became princess

In the middle of a jungle never heard of being inhabited by man stood a tall building, not just a tall building but an environs of buildings. Trees could be seen harbouring animals like snakes of different species, Monkeys could also be seen jumping from tree to tree happily so also squirrels. On one of the buildings was a Mark, call it the Mark of Newriton. In a room located at the extreme top of one of the large buildings, stood multitude of skilled fighters all dressed in a black Jacket and trouser. In front of the crowd is a man putting on a suit and beside him stood another young man who was dressed like the other fighters but not standing with them. Newriton is an institute specialized in the training of secret spies and Crime fighters, it is located in the isolated part of Lagos state, somewhere that can be best referred to as a Jungle. Newriton is filled with different kind of buildings, each building serve a purpose and are different units from the others. In the middle of the environs stood a sculptured Mark, its is the same mark on most of the buildings in Newriton, The mark of Newriton. ” You are not to be seen here again, from now onward, you seize to be part of us” The man in suit said to the young man standing beside him, his voice reverberated in the hall. The young man gradually pulled his uniform, he was wearing another piece of clothing underneath. Some guards came forward and seized him by the hand, he turned back to look at the man in suit as tears fell down his eyes, he was carried out of the hall building and taken outside where is bags and baggage had been neatly arranged, he carried them sorrowfully and left the jungle. ” This should serve as a warning to you all, anyone of you caught in the act of stealing, will share the same fate as he” The man in suit said and walked away from the hall leaving the fighters, he is Sir Ajan, the king of justice. * Episode 1, where are you hiding? Act Of Faith Episode: Episode 1 Title: A spy is back ” I sat in the extreme back seat of the long slow and Steady bus,yeah, that was the name of the bus, slow and Steady. It has been six years now and am going back home. I have spent most of my years training as a spy and also a crime fighter, it had not been easy but nothing good ever comes easy. I rose from a family of five children, I am the second child and unlike other middle born, I happen to be choleric. I grew up in the small village of Atata in the eastern region. I am not naturally from the east but that was where I grew up. I attended the local primary school, I also finished my secondary school and then my uncle decided to take me to the city, it was there I got trained to be a spy, my uncle actually registered me in the institute. We were given tough trainings, I learned to climb trees like monkeys, squeeze myself through tiny holes like earthworms and Cats, fight against bigger boys in camp, eat stone like breads and fight for my right. Some of us died in camp, only the fittest survived. Some had to fight wild animals for their lives, some died during what we call test of faith, while others during trainings. One thing about us is that, no matter what happens, you are never to reveal your identity as a spy. Thank God for me, after everything, the ups and downs, I finally made it alive, but my face have a different story to tell. I was still handsome but not like I used to be. My name is Gabriel, I am a 24 year old spy, am going back home now after six years, not going home to be useless, I’m going to rest until the institute have a mission for me. The bus finally entered Atata village , the place had not changed a bit, it was still how it was six years back when I left the village. The ground was still filled with red sand, try trekking down a little bit and you will gladly have a beautifully decorated red trouser, you would be so lucky if the trouser happens to be a white one. Okay, back to reality, my name is Gabriel and after six years am coming back home. I nodded my head to the song being played from the small radio in the bus ♪ hello my friend have you been, yesterday are back again …♪ • Eze Ani the chief priest of Ani stood in front of the igwe and his cabinet members, he was holding his long iron rod with which he would hit on the ground at intervals, I had come to the palace with my dad, my dad had actually brought me to show me to the igwe, his long time son is back. ” igwe, the gods are angry” Eze Ani the chief priest of Ani shouted after a while as he hit his iron rod on the tile floor of the igwe palace, he is an old man probably in his eighties, he is a tall thin man that looks like he was going to fall any moment but no, the man stood strong, where he got his strength from, no one knows. Beside him is a young woman, probably in her thirties, she was weeping sorrowfully, in her hand lies a dead young man, a teenager to be precise, probably her son or brother. ” Eze Ani, please speak up, what have we done to deserve this, why is it during my reign that my people starts dying like chickens? What have we done to anger the gods?” The igwe spoke shaking his hands, the igwe is also an elderly man. ” Ani has refused to speak, there shall be more deaths, more more people are still going to die, blood will flow” Eze Ani the chief priest of Ani said. ” This boy should not be buried, let his body be thrown into the forest of Ani” the chief priest of Ani said again as he hit his iron rod on the floor and chanted out. I looked at the dead boy, he had a cut in his stomach region, by my level of experience I knew it would be a sword cut . That was a bit surprising, does that mean the gods go about killing people with sword? I asked myself. My mom has once told me that the gods are mysterious and can kill anyhow, but d--n it, I am a Christian, I dont believe in gods, I believe in God. ” Ah, my good friend the wine tapper” the igwe hailed my dad, all the elders had left, they left after Eze Ani, none of them seems to like the igwe, they believe he brought all this deaths upon their land, the body of the dead guy was also carried away by the king’s guards, it was wrapped in a white cloth, it was to be dumbed in the forest of Ani. ” Igwe eee,may you live longer than your ancestors” my father greeted as he prostrated in front of the igwe, I also prostrated but did not say anything. ” Get up omiyi my friend” the igwe said to my dad and my dad obeyed, the igwe then looked at me , he narrowed his eyes to help him have a clearer view of me. ” Omiyi, is this not that your son that went to the city some years back?” The igwe asked my father. ” yes igwe, so you still remember him?” My father replied him. ” Oyinbo, come here” the igwe called me , I went to him and knelt down. ” my son may you live long” the igwe said as he touched my head with a small rod. ” Amen” I said while the Igwe laughed. ” Oyinbo, you should say iseee” he corrected me. ” iseee” I said as I got up. Oyinbo, isn’t my name, it is actually a way of calling a white man. Me going to the city has automatically made me a white man. ” Oyinbo, I hope you are going to help your father in bringing his fresh palm wine to me everyday?” the king asked while I nodded, imagine a trained spy now turned a palm wine server. We stayed a little bit long in the king palace, the king even served us kola, I took it but did not eat, I simply dont like kolas. As a little child, I have heard so much about the forest of Ani, they say it happens to be filled with bodies of those who died mysteriously. Rumour has it that the spirits of those people normally roam round the land of Atata at night, that is why if you listen well in the midnight, you are sure to hear strange sounds. When I was much younger, I had actually believed all this rubbish but as the years went by, after all my exposure, I concluded that it was just trash, mere trash and those strange sounds you hear at night are either from crickets or owls. I and my father left the palace happily that day, it was a nice time with the igwe. I happen to be the most favourite child of my dad even as a little boy,my dad isn’t tgat a young man, he is in his forties. You know, this village men, they give birth to children anyhow. He gave birth to his first child, my elder sister at the age of 18, I happen to be his second child , I have two younger sisters and a brother, they are all in secondary school, the village secondary school to be precise. ” Oyinbo, from tomorrow, you will start helping me in my wine business” my dad said as we walked back home. ” Dad, why don’t you stop this wine business, I have made enough money to help you open..” I was interrupted. ” My son, my fathers did this wine business, from this wine business, I had been able to train you all in school, I can not stop it ” my dad said smiling and patting me, I just had to comply with him, does the fact that your fathers did the business make the business unchangeable? I asked myself again, anyways that was their belief. • My immediate younger brother is John, if am not mistaken, he should be 18 years now. He is the most handsome of us, he is fair , tall and muscular as I am , he is in his final class in secondary school, his ambition is to be a lawyer. I had also wanted to be a medical doctor but condition changed it for me. Anyways I am more happy now as a spy , I get paid for doing nothing, of course I deserve to be paid after all those killer trainings we went through. The fourth child, Linda, she happens to be a talkative, she is 16 years and got no respect for anyone, she is the most stubborn of us all, she goes about the village fighting people, especially boys, she hates boys, I just dont know why. The last child is Charity, yeah her name is charity, she is very calm and behaves exactly like me, she is cool and fun to be with. She is 12 years and the most intelligent of us all. My first sister is married, she stays with her husband in a neighbouring village, her name , faith, she should also be in her twenties like me, but in her late twenties My mom use to be the most beautiful village maiden when she was much younger, she also happens to be the best dancer during her time, it was her dance steps that brought my dad to her. ” Dad , what is all this deaths about?” I asked my dad as we walked home that day. ” My son, I fail to believe that the gods are actually responsible for all this” my dad whispered to me as he turned his neck left and right like a gossiper. I just find it difficult to believe that the gods of our land are the one doing this, the gods can’t just decide to punish us for nothing. If we had truly offended the gods, they should have asked us for sacrifice like they had always asked” My dad said again ” Dad do you have any proof that the gods are not the one doing this?” I asked him smiling but he shook his head the negative. ” I am just thinking so, never in history has the gods decided to start killing its people most especially the youths” he said while I laughed. ” maybe the gods are angry and doesn’t want sacrifices ” I told my dad , ” Angry over what?” He asked me, ” Angry over something you guys might have done sometimes back” I said to myself but found it difficult to believe that the gods happen to be serial killers. • As a spy, I have to always be secretive, no one is meant to know my true identity, not even my family members except of course my uncle, he was the one who registered me in the institution, he surprisingly happens to be part of the founder of the institute in the late eighties, not even my dad knows of it. They only knew I went to the city to acquire the white man’s knowledge. I had come back home the previous day with just my travelling bag and a briefcase, the travelling bag contained my clothes and the briefcase, contained my spying tools, like my small pistol and some small knives. The briefcase is locked in such a way that I alone can open it, a type of security lock. • We finally got home after the long trekking with my dad, my once green trouser had gotten a new red decoration, all thanks to the dust from Atata road. My mom was roasting yam in a small hut which serves as our kitchen, my younger ones were with her. ” Mama, good evening” I greeted trying to prevent the smokes from the firewood with which the yam was being roasted from getting into my eyes. ” My son,you and your father just left us alone since morning, you know it has been six years now of not seeing you, you should always be by my side ” she said turning the yam over, my dad must have entered into his quarters, he didn’t branch to greet, he knew his wife wont let him rest with complains of him not coming back early. ” Were you not hungry?” my mom asked me again, ” Of course mom, we were hungry and that was why we came back now, we should have stayed a bit longer” I said smiling while she looked at me and hissed. ” What took you people so long in the palace?” She asked me again, this time my siblings had all gone in. ” Mom, whats up with all this death stuff here and there?” I asked her as she turned the yam again. Unlike my dad, my mom happens to be an indigene of Atata, my dad had met her when he had came to witness their new yam festival, that was a long time ago. The singular fact that my mom is an indigene of Atata land explains why she so much believe all this their ancient stuff. ” my son, the gods are angry, no young girl or boy is safe in this land again, they die day by day, even the elderly ones are not safe again in this village, there had been some few cases of the old ones also being killed mysteriously” my mom told me without looking up at me. ” Does it mean that the gods kill people with swords?” I asked her smiling. ” my son, the gods can kill anyhow they want, they can make one’s death look real or mysterious” my mom said again while I nodded and also went inside to rest, leaving my Mom alone in the small hut . Sooner or later, I plan to renovate this whole house. • I sat in my room that evening, the room was a small tight one. I wonder why my family does not want to follow me to the city, I have a well furnished bungalow there. As I sat that evening, I remembered the mark of the sword made on that dead guy, with that mark, I was convinced that the gods must be good at sword fight, we can’t tell if they are part of those Chinese gods, they might be well trained, skillful sword fighters. I tried picturing the scene of how the whole incidence must have happened,the young man must have been coming out from his hut that morning, probably going to the farm and then as he came out he was met by a sword circling the air, just as he was about to run away, the sword came down and cut him. How else could it have happened if not that way, very typical of African belief, and thanks to Nigerian movies, they made us believed all these. ” But let’s come to think of it, does these so called gods really exist?” I asked myself but got no answer. ” I dont know what to believe anymore” I said to myself after a while . ” Come of it gabi, you are a well trained spy, you shouldn’t believe in all those superstitions” I said to myself again but I remembered I slept off that night still contemplating if anything like “the gods” really existed. • Droplet of spherically shaped water could be seen hanging at the tip of a leaf of the avocado tree in the middle of our compound, at intervals, the drop would fall and another one would take its place. I stood outside tying a wrapper like the way most Young men of Atata normally tied theirs, I was carrying a wine keg and a cutlass. I had never for once ever tapped palm wine but today, I have decided to give it a try. I adjusted the wrapper which I tied across my arms, I wore a black singlet beneath it which made me look different from other young men of Atata who would only tie the wrapper beneath their bare chest. I whistled a song at I left my father big compound, I was heading to the Atata village stream. The Atata stream isn’t a very big one as one would imagine, but the unique thing about it was that it happened to be surrounded with palm trees,not only palm trees but other trees although the palm trees dominated. That’s where men tap their wine from. I didn’t go with the climbing rope, you dont really expect a trained crime fighter like me to climb a common palm tree with a rope. I got to the stream after some minutes of trekking, there was no one there, even the village maidens had not come to fetch water or have their bath yet. I remembered as a little boy then, I would sneak away from home at the exact time the maidens of Atata are to have their bath and head to the stream to have a clear view of something beyond me, I usually take cover among the small trees near the stream then, I dont miss such things. I looked around for a matured palm tree and climb up it like a cat, the keg was at my back while the cutlass was by my side, it was in its s---t. I did the normal thing, and then tied the keg on the tree to receive the fresh wine till the next day. I came back to the ground after I was done . I turned around to go back home, and then I saw Joy approaching,she was coming to fetch water. Joy happen to be that girl who I had been trying so hard to get since my childhood days but couldn’t, she also happen to be my neighbour, she lives with her parent opposite my father’s house. I sure is not the only one trying to get her, virtually all the village young men . Who wouldn’t want to have the village most beautiful maiden as his girl? Call her Joy or Adanna, she is the village most beautiful maiden. Joy is also an indigene of Atata. As at now, she happens to be the village most beautiful maiden. She has so many qualities you would want in a lady. She should be in her early twenties just like I am but I know I am about a year or two older than she is. That morning, she was tying a small wrapper across her chest to cover her b----t and also a small wrapper around her waist, the wrapper was not up to her knee and it revealed some appreciable part of her fresh laps. She was also wearing waist beads around those her massive waist, a line drawn with some kind of blackish substance could be seen running down her forehead to her Jaw, it could also be seen in the lower part of her stomach which was not covered by the wrapper used to cover her b----t,her abdominal region. Her hairstyle is the local type and beautifully decorated with small beads. She is indeed very pretty, it isn’t shocking she is the village most beautiful maiden. ” Good morning” I greeted her while she stopped to try figure out where she must have seen my face. ” Good morning” she finally greeted back and made to walk away, apparently she couldn’t recognize me. ” Adanna” I called her by her native name while she stopped,she dropped her pot and turned to me. ” You know me?” She asked with a surprise look. ” of course I do, have you forgotten that your neighbour, the one that went to the…” I was trying to make her remember me but she interrupted . ” Gabriel, the son of the palm wine tapper” she said while I smiled and nodded. She took a good look at me, she eyed me from head to toe before hissing and made to leave. I wasn’t surprised by her attitude, I had been a very annoying guy when I was much younger,once upon a time I had broken her water pot in the stream, it wasn’t intentional, I wanted to help her carry it. ” Hey Joy, I am not that troublesome guy anymore” I said as I walked up to her where she stood dipping her pot in the stream water.” I didn’t say you are” she replied without looking back at me, she bent her waist to dip her pot more into the flowing water, this act made me have a clearer view of her fresh laps. ” What are you looking at?” She asked me as she stood up straight , she was done fetching and was about to put the pot on her head. ” I won’t allow you place that pot on your beautiful head, let me help you” I said as I stretched my hand to take the pot away from her but she beat my hands off. ” The last time you helped me, you broke my pot. Maybe I should tell you what happened that day when I got home, my mom made me kneel down all night without eating” she said, the pot was on the ground this time. ” That was then, you mom can’t beat you now if I break the pot, you are now a big girl ” I said smiling while she laughed and clapped her hands in a mocking manner. ” So you actually plan to break the pot again?” She asked as she continued to clap. ” No, I dont plan doing so” I replied her. She bent to pick the pot again, this brought about another revelation of her fresh laps. ” I am serious, I won’t let you carry that pot ” I said as I also bent down to carry the pot, she stood upright again eyeing me from head to toe. ” I thought you said you aren’t troublesome any more?” She asked me. ” Yeah, I am a calm guy now” I told her . ” Then let me carry my pot and go now, my mother will be waiting for me o” she said again. ” Then your mother will have to wait till night, I won’t let you carry this pot ” I said to her, I was looking directly into her eyes. ” But come to think of it, which young man of Atata have you seen carrying a pot for any maiden of this village before?” She asked me. ” I myself won’t carry a pot for any maiden of Atata, I will only carry the pot of the most beautiful maiden of Atata” I told her while she smiled , her smile revealed her perfect white set of teeth, there was an opening between her two front teeth. ” so you won’t let me carry my pot?” She asked smiling. ” Yeah, I won’t let you” I replied her. ” Okay then” she said and started to walk away while I carried the pot with one hand and lifted it to my head. ” Chii mo, who helped you in lifting the pot?” She screamed as I ran up to her with the pot on my head, she turned back to see if there was someone else in the stream but no one was there. ” The gods helped me” I told her smiling. We continued to walk and talk about time past, our childhood days and all the bad things we had done back then. ” so how is the city like?” She asked me as we concluded our earlier discussion ” The city is a fine place, full of people with serious mind, dont worry, I will take you there one of these days” I said to her smiling. ” Why will you take me there?” She asked twisting her mouth ” Because you are the most beautiful maiden of Atata land, maidens like you are meant to be in the city not here in Atata” I said to her also smiling. ” My parents won’t even allow you take me to the city” she said again. ” Your mother will have no choice when I get married to you” I replied while she clapped her hands in the mockery manner and bursted out in laughter . ” Marry me? the gods forbid it” she said ” The gods have already bided it” I replied her while she hissed and went ahead of me. She suddenly stopped , it was like she saw someone. I looked ahead of her and saw Mbe the cat, he is actually called the cat because his back had never touched the ground in any fight, he happens to be the village most skillful wrestler. I remember our childhood days, he had been a big time bully, always bullying small boys like me. ” Gabriel please drop the pot and go, I dont want Mbe to come meet you here, he has actually been on my neck lately, beating every young man he sees me with, please run” Joy said holding my left hand and shaking them vigorously , Mbe was already covering up on us. ” Am ready to receive any beating just for you” I said smiling, Mbe was now some steps away from us. ” What are you doing with her?” He shouted as he ran towards me and pushed me to the ground, Joy water pot fell from my hands and broke into pieces. ” Oh joy, I have broken your pot again” I said as I fell to the ground.
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my romance life with my lecturer

auntie Tope griped again into my hearing. She could talk a little bit more now and her desperation was much more obvious! I didn’t reply, rather got on my knees and carefully unzipped her fly a bit – revealing part of her yellow cotton panty. My Joystick twitched that instant! It was just incomprehensible how I had auntie Tope’s panty right under my nose. I also kept wondering how she could be feeling such itching in her left thigh all of a sudden, as it were! My Joystick twitched that instant! We had been seating and chatting right inside the kitchen while downing a bowl of fried meat mom had prepared, when she suddenly jumped down from the countertop and frantically began to gesture that she needed me to scratch her thigh so bad! Her hands were oily and had meat in them while I had been eating with a fork – meaning she was likely not going to be able to do it herself. But even when I attempted to scratch her thigh through the denim she was putting on, she refused and instead insisted that I must have to deep my hand into her jean trousers to get it done. Anyways, I went ahead as instructed, but after dropping the denim’s zipper a bit and attempted dipping my hand again, it got stuck just mid-way. Incidentally, it was also curiously cramped into the area above her crotch! I froze! She was really not smooth shaven and the back of my palm was pleasantly basking in the cushion created by the stubs on her pubics! “Come on Danny…!! “, she suddenly burst out saying, spraying chewed meat all over the place! “this is hurting me! It appears to be an ant biting me! Please stop this thing!” she had deposited her mouth-full right on the counter, the floor and of course my head and was now only able to talk audibly now. Considering that I had earlier thought she was suddenly yelling because of where my hand was, I was quickly relieved to see that she was only requiring me to intensify my efforts. So I only just cleared my head of the many crumbs of chewed meat and continued. I tried forcing my hand further down still even without opening up the zipper really much but kept pushing and grazing my rear palm against her covered pubic hair instead! She remained calm while I did so although she did stamp her left foot now and again on the floor – probably because of the agony from her itchy thigh. When it appeared I wouldn’t be able to reach as deep as her thigh, I brought my other hand forward and simply unzipped her fly all the way down! Her panty covered Kittycat and crotch where now right before my eyes! I could tell out the many short turfs of pubic hair concealed by the cotton material as they imprinted visible stubs on the fabric. The manner with which the bands of the panty strapped onto the flesh of her uppermost thighs as well as her wide hips, were an e----c beauty to behold! Not to talk of the visible outline of her Kittycat lips as they gradually disappeared into the foot of the denim’s fly! My Joystick wasn’t bearing it like the rest of my body anymore – it was already up and had stretched across the length of my thigh, seeking to pop out of the leg of my shorts as soon as it could! “Just move your hands towards the right…”, she suddenly broke in, bringing me out of my unexpected reverie! I instantly looked up to her face, meeting her desperate yet embarrassed eyes in the course. But then found my way back down; although I didn’t fail to observe how both her taut Tips wickedly poked through the material of her top! Her B---m were just alluringly heavy and they sat on her chest like oversized citruses! I asked Aunty Tope again, to be sure about what I heard her say at first. And yes, she repeated it. She meant what I heard. She was even motioning with her protruded meat-filled mouth for me to go ahead fast! The itching seemed to be unusually severe and discomforting. She tried saying something but the meat in her mouth stifled her voice. She could only mutter some inaudible meaningless sounds to which I paid little attention. “Get closer ma,” I managed to require, doing my best to keep my composure. If someone had told me a minute ago, that I would soon be in such an awkward position, I would have flatly argued the possibility! “Uhhmmmm….uhm…uhmmmm” she growled again. It was hard to get a word from her but I seemed to understand her to mean I should hurry. So I began dipping my hand into her denim trousers. As I did, the same scary question that had being in my head all along popped up one more time “what if mom comes into the kitchen?”. That was a big question I wasn’t sure what answer it could get. Mum should be tremendously happy to link this rather curious situation of ours to all her long existing suspicions. The earlier I went about this, the better, it seemed. Initially, it kept proving too tight to maneuver but when I remembered that the hook was still intact, I was quick to go for it. Aunty Tope as we called her was (in simple explanation) mum’s closest friend. She attended the Teacher’s Training College with mom back in the days and both graduated to become basic school teachers. Although mom progressed further and have grown to become a lecturer in the University. Tope didn’t have exactly the same story. She joined the business society and soon became far richer than mum. She was never married though and thus always had all the time in the world to make long visits to our home. She usually stayed several weeks before leaving and we all grew up knowing her to be some kind of inexplicably ‘unrelated’ relative. Unfortunately, as I got older I began to notice her a bit more. And this time, not just as Aunty Tope but as a very pretty woman who I was going to be more than glad to F**K. She was in her early forties and more than 18years older than me but I never cared! I always had long-lasting erections thinking about her! Many times I had poured my Pour just at the thought of holding her b-----s which were actually the most beautiful things in her body! Even though I have caught her starring at me a lot of times, I still haven’t really felt she was interested in going in with me. Probably because of the age difference but I was dying within me to see her change her mind. Mum noticed the crush and had to call me on a certain occasion for explanations during which I starkly denied ever having any interest. Needless to say, her monitoring increased and she rarely ever allowed the two of us in the same rooms for too long. Her constant reference to Aunty Tope as a loose woman was enough to drive home why she would think Aunty Tope could F**K me. I wasn’t seeing the likelihood myself. At least until this moment! I returned to her trousers again, and began to gently shove my right palm across her panty and towards the left side of her pelvis after pulling it down a bit – all in a bid to ascertain if the whole drama is really been caused by an ant as she suspects. As I did, my palm caressed her Unclad lower belly and even went as far as amply massaging the area I felt was the start of her Kittycat! She fidgeted just about then, lifting her left knee slightly! I paused, but after a few moments of non-motion, I resumed. It was rather paradoxical how my rather slow approach was now suddenly looking to be the abrupt cure to the burning itch. Auntie Tope had become a little less restless and she appeared patient now as I eventually had my palm completely dipped, and rested onto her lift thigh. The tightness of the denim, meant I would barely have the room to clench the palm for a scratch as it remained buried inside the trouser. “You are almost there, she started abruptly…”motioning her oily left hand towards her g---n as though to signal that I was still expected to come up a little more. I went on to do as she expected. “Yes…just there baby! Wait… wait… wait..come right a little again” I came right and was feeling the leg- band of her panty as it strapped into the skin of her thigh! I could also feel several strands of stubby hair there as they loosely brushed against my stretched palm just as I finally squared into the itchy spot. It was more than clear now that it wasn’t an ant or anything of that nature since I was barely feeling any insect. “Yea baby…” she instantly reaffirmed “scratch that spot please! It hurts really bad” I then began to gradually scratch the spot as she requested, even though her taut denim wouldn’t let me curl my palm comfortably. However, while still doing so, my thumb incidentally kept pressing into the left fold of her peculiarly puffy Kittycat lips! On the 8th or so scratch, the thumb went even further accidently and grabbed an outer Kittycat lip through the fabric of the panty! Chilling halt followed! I waited to hear her shout or rebuke my seeming naughtiness but she didn’t do a thing. She didn’t even speak, to my utter surprise though. It was totally a mistake and I was looking to be careful to avoid it repeating itself. However though, my Joystick wasn’t thinking so too as I was epically having a hard time containing the huge phallus which was almost now popping out from the underside of my shorts! It had grown so big and was eager for attention! It was more than apparent that a popular side of me was having immense fun and gladness from the scratch-task I had in hand! Quite fortunately or unfortunately, just about when I thought I was through with the scratching, auntie Tope immediately requested that I moved up again!! “Please Danny…just a little towards my hip”, she said. “It is a mild one” she was signaling with her hand again, directing me to her g---n. “Okay ma”, was my reply. There was joy in my heart… and probably on my Joystick too! Anyways, I began to lift my palm from within her denim but then, for a second time, I had my finger push into her Kittycat again! This time around, it wasn’t exactly my thumb, but my little finger which had taken a reflex bend as I slid my hand out. And then in the course got itself exactly on the underside of auntie Tope’s v---a! It was going to probably slide in if not for the panty! She instantly jumped on contact! But never spoke! She only appeared to bend herself to the back a bit, as though she was running away from a further probe! As she did, my finger did graze the crotch of her panty, where it covered her v---a and I effortlessly identified the many folds that formed her womanliness as they maneuvered their way to form what was definitely a meaty Kittycat! I could also swear to have noticed a tad of dampness about a certain spot on the panty’s crotch! I couldn’t really believe though, that I was making auntie Tope wet as she was making me hard! I still only wanted to leave it as mere suspicion anyways!
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fear of failure in school(campus lifestle)

Its been a week since Ebuka came back with a new Samsung galaxy phone. Of course it was illegal for a student to have a phone in the school but that wasn’t my problem. i too will like to have my own phone and not to mention the cash involved, imagine what i could do with that. It would be good rolling with the big boys and having new trendy clothes not the almost washed out plain trousers i came with. Ebuka and Dave hadn’t told me categorically what ‘over the fence’ entails but as long as it was as pleasurable and easy as they have said it was and not to talk of cashful and doesn’t involve robbing a bank then am all for it. Class was dull all through, even Biology teacher couldn’t steer my mind off the thought of having a lot of cash to count after tonight, The geography teacher’s busty boobs didn’t do the trick. Or the strick baritone croaky bark of the Maths teacher- whose attitude towards me had always being very hostile since he first caught me whispering with Dave in his class and wouldn’t waste anytime to met out some punishments on me at the slightest provocation – even his strong roar couldn’t move me or take my mind off my prize. Princess gave a slight wave at me after classes, her lips forming a mild smile. Ignoring the wave i made for my dormitory for lunch and possibly get ready for the night. “sky i hope you are ready?” Ebuka whispered to me on the refectory during dinner, could see his hair neatly carved and i was sure he had been to the barber for the second time in one week. I nodded at him feeling a bit nervous and reluctant to carry on with the plan. A cool still version of papa’s voice ringing in my mind all over “sky stay away from bad company” The night was starry and the moonlight was bright, no clouds where visible and no trees moved, the air was still and a gloomy doom hung in the air. “Sky, we are moving out in 10minutes” Dave said from his corner, he was clad in a black jean trouser and black snickers and a black T-shirt, Ebuka came over too clad in the same all black outfit. I sheepishly wore the only jean in my luggage, a black T-shirt Dave gave me and my school shoes, the digital clock showed 11:30pm and the night-out bell for fridays already sounded since 11pm for the seniors and 10pm for juniors. We walked pass the rows of beds in the hall, the guys giving us some whispering goodbyes and demands. “abeg no forget to bring beer o” Emmanuel said as we walked pass his corner where he was playing Whot with Desmond. “seems everyone here goes over the fence?” i asked Dave, who laughed at my naivete. “No but many of them do and the ones who don’t won’t say anything, like i told you what ever happens in Hall B stays in Hall B” The hall door creaked open with a groan, the passage way to all the halls were extremely quiet and deserted. We slowly walked through the passage making sure nobody made a noise with his feet. The refectory lay like one lonely parlour, the huge dinning in a stale stillness and piercing silence haunted my heart. “Go back, go back it’s the hall supervisor” Ebuka whispered with urgency to the hearing of Dave and i who turned round immediately to head back towards the passage. “wait, there is a footstep coming from the passage” i said in dismay, frenzy and frightened to the marrow. “Jesus, am dead” my heart lamented, i had a bad feeling about this why didn’t i back down. Now the hall supervisors are heading to the refectory from both sides. “Follow me” Dave called out yanking me through my shirt and we headed directly into the refectory and slipped under the gigantic table, Ebuka’s legs slightly moving a dinning chair which let out a screeching groan. We went as dead as real dead bodies under the table, my breathing was heavy and i tried hard enough to make sure it didn’t make any noise. The first footstep became clearer and clearer stopping just beside the dinning table. A pair of black boots worn by the hall supervisors, i held my breathe as i watched his boots pace two steps forward and backward. In a jiffy another pair of shoes appeared from the direction of the passage way, it was walking briskly and the hard thumping sounds it made with the hard tiles seemed to thunder louder inside my ears. Dave’s whole body was numb and his eyes were glued to the two pairs of shoes pacing around the refectory but he seemed more composed than i who was already shaking with heavy fear. “Sheey you heard something now” A first voice with a squeaky baritone shade addressed the other. That must be BullDog, a stern looking man who was in charge of supervising the Halls in the left wing of the Dormitory from hall E to H. He was nicknamed bulldog after he had boasted he was more ferocious than a bulldog when dealing with stray Students. “hear something?, noo wetin you hear” a second voice came this time in a throaty tilt like he had cough blocking his throat. “Yeah i heard something like a shifted furniture around here” said bulldog his legs still pacing around. “okeeeeey maybe na the time weh i shift that chair weh deh that passage” Came the second voice now more casual than the first time. “Are you sure, you know say this students no deh sleep for night abi no be make we search here small” Bulldog came again still maintaining his intimidating voice. I could feel myself almost wetting my pants, i couldn’t breathe, my hands were dry but sweat ran down my face. “what if we are caught, i will enter the school’s Black book within weeks of my admission” “Leave that thing, no need need searching na me shift the chair” the second voice replied. “Come make we go drink the orijin i buy this afternoon” he came again making towards the door. Bulldog’s boot lingered on for seconds then in hard long strides he walked off towards the door and shut the door. “Bulldog na b-----d” ebuka laughed out as we all crept out from under the dinning table, stretched our creased shirts and trousers, my breathing was still heavy, body still shaking and sweats still tickling down my face but i tried to maintain a steady posture and appear tough since Dave and Ebuka already were making a joke out of it. We slipped out of the dormitory through the kitchen door which somehow Ebuka had a key that opened the door easily. I looked at him suspiciously as he slipped an obviously locally smithed key back into his pocket. The moonlight bathed around the still night, the silvery rays gave us a shadowy look in our black outfits. Running through the flower gardens at squatting levels hiding at any slightest noise. We came to the east wing of the school, the gigantic fence towering high at nearly 10ft. I looked questioningly at Ebuka and Dave, seem they read my mind and they started clearing the grass at the base of the fence. Looks like the grasses were placed there intentionally and was used to cover a rusted metal board which was covering the lower part of the fence, Ebuka yanked off the metal board to reveal a large hole in the wall, it was jaggadly circular and was large enough for a full grown man to crawl through. We slid out of the hole and Dave covered it with another wooden lid from the other side. Ebuka took out his phone and dailed a number. “Mummy, am on my way now” He sang on first word. “aaaah yes i also brought with me the guy Madam diamond asked for, he is extremely cute tell her we will be there in a few minutes time” The line went dead and Ebuka smiled at Dave who was licking his lips. I think am catching the joke now but still need to see how this night will play out. We walked to the bus stop beside the school gate still looking out for the school security guards, we hitched a taxi for #5000 and ebuka paid without breaking an eyelid. The taxi dropped us at a magnificent gate somewhere i don’t recall ever being to before but it was surely a very rich vicinity. Ebuka and Dave exchanged pleasantries with the gateman who seemed to know them so well, they introduced me and he greeted me with even an ‘oga’ on top of it. The building was a double storied edifice with sparkling foreign lighting system making the whole house shimmer in a shade of white lights, gold and red. Ebuka led the way as we walked deeper inside many thoughts running through my mind in river speed succession. “You sure say these guys never wan sell me for rituals?” Faint bass thumping music sipped out from inside the building, it kept getting louder and clearer as we got nearer. Dave pushing the door open in a jiffy and a partying scenario was revealed. A glowy red light bathed the room in a dim shade, Figures of women perching at different angles of the scene, young boys clutching bottles of alcohol, bikini clad girls dancing at the center of the floor, their body twisting plainly to the music. “Sky play your game well, if you give it to this woman well you won’t regret ever coming here” Ebuka whispered into my ears as an averagely thick woman approached us with a relatively thick grin on her face. “Baby you are finally here” she intoned throwing her hands around Ebuka’s neck and a loud kiss. “Dave how are you, she’s over there” the woman addressed Dave who nodded and headed towards the direction still wearing that naughty smirk. ‘Is this the one? ” She asked Ebuka running her eyes all over me. “Yes” Ebuka said smiling at me. “Sky meet my pie, Lola” “Good evening ma” i said sheepishly trying to appear bold. “Please just call me Miss Lola. Hhmmm such a handsome one, how are you” she asked me, her eyes still running all over my body with keen emphasis on my crotch region. “Am fine ma” “Welcome young man, am sure you will enjoy yourself well” she patted my hair fluidly. “Baby take him to Diamond, she has being dying to meet him since you called, then come over and meet me inside” She walked away in graceful strides. “Sky see, if you bang that Mrs Diamond well, your life will change for good” Ebuka whispered to me. “Ebuka but…… ” “Guy chill, enjoy yourself and make your money. By the way throw this into your mouth before you start anything” He said slipping a tiny white pill into my hand. I followed him into a passage then we turned into another passage to the left, climbed the stairs to the first floor and another left turn. A woman stood beside the door of one of the rooms beaming down on us naughtily. “Ebus, is that him? ” she asked. “Yes na, trust me wella naa i don’t mingle with ugly dudes” ebuka winked at her edging me on. “Hhmmmm, welcome dear lets go in” She said opening the door wider to let me in then closed it shut behind her. The room was brightly lit in glowy wisps of golden lights beaming from 4 fancy bulbs at the 4 walls of the room. A gigantic bed with bright white sheet spread over it slimly. The room was large enough to accommodate a miniature living room and the king sized bed with a massive glass door ward rope. She motioned me towards the mini sitting room and headed towards the bed herself. I rested my eyes all over her as she moved towards the bed. She was clad in a mini night gown which is semi-see through, a rope-like sleeve showing some heavy boobs that rested wearily heavy at the gown hitting off some n----e shapes sharply on the material. She was tall and barely bigger than Uche Jumbo in weight, an oval face beautifully worked into a bright glowing one with an expertise touch of make-ups, guessing her age i comfortably placed her at her 40’s. The only big part of her was her waist that lay hugely behind her shaking fluidly as she walks, my d--k throbbed in between my trouser making me tangle my leg up to conceal it. “So my dear what’s your name?” She said grabbing a champagne bottle from a mini-fridge beside the bed. “Am sky” “Hhmmm sky, that’s quite a handsome name as handsome as you” she winked at me now grabbing two champagne flutes before shutting the fridge. She sat on a mini sofa opposite mine, crossed her legs and i had a pretty clear view of the blue pantie she wore infuriating my d--k more. “Here, have some drink sky” She handed a filled champaign flute to me stretching her hand to reach me to the extent of her already skimpy gown going higher up to her inner thighs. “I have heard so much about you, i must say you are far more handsome than Ebuka made you out to be” She winked at me taking another sip from her flute. My d--k head was throbbing hard at the blue underneath show i was getting in full 3D in front of me, it was showing slightly through my trouser. I gently placed my hand on top and stylishly tried pushing it downwards to conceal it, could see her smirking naughtily and her eyes glued towards my crotch no doubt fully aware of what i was doing her champagne flute still slightly below her smirking lips. I downed my champagne feverishly, each bubbling liquor melting down my throat in soothing succession. “Sky, do you like what you see?” She asked walking up to me, dumped her frame heavily beside mine and refilled my champagne flute. “Yes ma” I nodded apprehensively pouring more drinks down my throat. “Relax sky, call me Diamond” She intoned running her fingers across on my ears tickling them slightly. “If you stick with me sky, you will not regret it, i will take extra care of you baby” Her fingers ran down to my neck line gliding lightly on my skin. The wine was already carrying an alcoholic toll on me as i felt a woozy confidence surging through me. I grabbed the champagne bottle from the mini glass table in front of me, poured more on my flute and downed it in one single long gulp. Could feel her hand now rubbing furiously on my chest and her lips twirling round my ears and warm breathe grazing my side cheeks. I turned slowly towards her face which has her lips still kissing my ear lobes, tilting my face towards hers brought my lips as close as 2inches to hers, her breathe now smearing all over my nose. Her breathe smelt more like a banana flavoured cake and the anticipation her breathe induced on my skin battered my d--k hard with huge rush of blood supply making it throb harder inside my trouser. Her lips brushed past mine making a gushing tingle spark up on my finger tips, i grabbed her a little roughly round the neck and pushed her face into mine. My lips jammed into hers, her tongue delving flawlessly into mine exploring every point of my mouth and twirling round my tongue. Her hands were roughly behind me pulling hard on my shirt at the same furiously giving assaulting caressing all over me- Hope she knows i borrowed this shirt so she would refrain from tearing it. My hand strayed down to her thighs pulling the already short skimpy dress up towards her stomach which shows a little rump and stretch marks that looks strategically placed. My fingers brushed through her panties feeling the damp wet spot on it smear a little of my fingers and could feel her jerk a bit. Her lip work on mine intensified buttered into a whiff of heavy breathing, my shirt was already up towards my shoulder seeing her hands were still working tirelessly to lift shirt off i lifted my hands up for easy offing of my shirt, wouldn’t want what happened during one of my escapades with Ada my yard girl friend where she ripped the new shirt mama bought for me in pieces in the heat of the actions to repeat itself and worse of all not when i am wearing a borrowed shirt. My singlet wasn’t so lucky though, she ripped it off with a tearing yank and attacked my nips hurriedly. I kept pulling her gown up to her stomach caressing her a-s which was still clad in the blue panties. This woman being as beautiful as this makes me wonder how she looked at her prime, she definitely would be a goddess. My d--k was already almost as hard as rock ready to break anytime, i squeezed her a-s furiously as my sanity has evaded me completely. “Yes i remember” my mind yelled as i threw the little white pill Ebuka gave me into my mouth. I could feel her hands on my belt and her lips kissing through my stomach and chest. My hands slipped between her thighs, more juices smearing on it making me push my fingers harder against the fabrics of the pantie grazing her moist m---d hard. Gasping sounds escaped her mouth and my fly flew open as a rock hard 8inches d--k and it seemed harder than i have ever seen before. “What exactly did Ebuka gave me?” I muttered looking down at my rock hard s---t with her hands grazing through the pubic region. “Hhmmmm sky i love what i see” She moaned into my ears resuming her nibbles of my lobes and neck. I hastily offed my already half offed trouser, dragged myself up hearing my knee bones make cracking noise as i stretched in full frame. She looked up hornily at me then stood up, grabbed my neck and pulled my lips back into hers forcefully. Our tongues jammed again my hands running all over her boobs which lay heavily undisturbed by an bra. Moving slowly towards the king sized bed our lips still locked in a hard kiss, i slipped the tiny spaghetti sleeve off her shoulders and watched the skimpy gown slip down to her belly bringing two smooth ivy towers to view, it looked full with a large patch of dark areolas. I yanked the dress further downwards, pulling it down through her bumby hips and then watched it slip down her legs to the floor, the pantie gazing staringly at me in all blue glory a lot of mould showing. She slowly lay on the bed shifting her weight upwards towards the bed post, i lay on her and our lips met again slurping and twirling harder. I dove into her lumpy neck kissing and nibbling hard on it hands running through her inner thighs still avoiding her m---d. Her head was thrown backwards revealing more neck space to kiss, her eyes closed and mouth clenched tight. My lips worked towards her collar bone kissing down towards the ivy towers, my fingers slide up and i engulfed the boobs fully with my palms squeezing in a soft-hard mode watching the fluid movement of the soft m---d of flesh. I took her nips into my mouth, grazing them with my teeth and tongue while my hand still caressed the boobs independently. “Oooh” She sang out making me look up to see her eyes wide open looking down at me, I smiled and dove back to the meal. The slurping sound my mouth made on the n-----s got a shuddering quake in return, her hands caressed all over my back scratching and rubbing in a random manner. My hands slipped downwards again rubbing the p---y through her panties getting harder scratches on my back, slowly pulled the panties downwards and watched as she kicked it entirely off. Could feel her hand hard on my head as she grabbed my head with both hands and pushed my face downwards, I went with the movement and went with the hand command travelling down through her belly and then felt her hand push my head downwards into her p---y in a jiffy moment of surprise. I had only s----d one p---y before which was Ada’s after we watched p--n together in Ada’s house, she had insisted we practised everything we watched and the h---y side of me couldn’t say “No” ended up bleeping her on her dad’s bed which was cut short when her mum surprisingly returned from work unusually early, i had to slip out through the back door while she welcomed her mum through the front. The surprise contact my face made with her p---y resulted to a p---y juice filled face, i pulled away and wiped my face off with her panties that lay beside me, she grabbed my head again and slowly this time pushed me downwards again into her. Felt a quake and rush of blood as my tongue made contact with her slit, clean shaven barely dark and mouldy labias. I s----d on her c--t and twirled around it in a circular motion then vertical lick. “Jeeeeeeeeeeez sky, baby ooooh sky wooow i love………” She moaned out louder and musically her hand still pressing down on my head. Mouth open and eyes clenched tight and her toes curling sub-consciously below me. There was no more clue i needed to know i was doing something right and probably this may increase my chances of a better wallet, i dove headlong into her k---y with more rush of enthusiasm and slurped away with reckless abandon. A more hard quake, hands pushing down my head harder than ever making my whole face seem buried into her and breathing was like mission impossible, her whole body pulsated and shivered and howling sounds pouring out from her in an unbearably loud manner only words like “yes, love, sky” could be made out. After almost a minute of hard shivering i pulled my face up and looked down as she wriggled around with her eyes still closed. My d--k was at almost breaking point and needed urgent attention, i reached down on the floor for my trouser, fetched two condoms from the back pocket, threw away the trouser carelessly and crawled back to her. Her eyes had a dreamy sparkle as she smiled at me, i went down again for a kiss getting a likewise enthusiastic reply. My fingers hastily worked on the condom packs cus the situation on my thighs was an emergency. I managed to liberate one condom, rolled it into my d--k and position in front of her using my hands to spread her legs further apart her glistening k---y lay with innate anticipation before me. Taking my d--k in my hand i positioned in front of my k---y and tried pushing in. she grabbed my d--k suddenly “Stop!!!” “Chisooos wetin na, this woman wan kill me?” I shouted in my mind as i peered into her face with a questioning look. “Baby why do you have on a condom” She asked looking down at my d--k which was shimmering as the well lubed condom shimmered under the light. “Nothing, i just felt like” I answered sheepishly trying to conceal my disappointment at being stopped just when i was almost in paradise. “No baby, i don’t enjoy condoms and am sure you will love it better without it” She sang on running her fingers on my ears as she looked at my face this time. “Uuh but….” “Sky just do what i said, i like you my boy and i will treat you specially so no condom for you baby” she retorted “Alright” I reluctantly slipped the condom off my d--k which kept jerking up at every movement of the rolling condom on it. She plunged her lips into mine again pulling herself up to rub into mine, her boobs grazing my chest soothingly and her hands working up and down my s---t which still has some of the condom lub on it. I pushed her downwards again, she parted her legs again keeping both half way in the air. Wasting no time, i plunged in immediately. A gush of lustful wave swayed around me feeling her k---y wrapped around my d--k and every wall of it tucking it. She was not as tight as Ada but she was averagely tight from my own perception. “Oh baby” She clenched back her eyes and gripped hard my back again digging her nails deep into my back. Grabbing her hands i pinned them down on the bed, spread my legs a little bit apart and then starting plunging in and out going down for a kiss every now and then. Her legs danced high above my waist line and random sound tracks flew out of her mouth. After 7minutes of constant rhythmized pounding in missionary she pushed me up gently, got up and turned round grabbing the bed post and pushing her a-s towards me. Wasting no time i dug back in again from behind, a slight groan escaping my mouth as the warm fluid feeling engulfed me. I rammed her from behind for almost 10minutes , watching her a-s jiggled bouncily at every up and slam movement of my s---t. The view was out of the world and it pushed me to the edge, my breathing became hard, constant groans subconsciously sipping out, i slammed hard in long hard pounds grabbing her a-s roughly as i felt my d--k erupt deep inside her love canal. She howled again falling down into the bed shivering harder than the first time, i kept on pounding savoring the ecstatic feeling induced by the orgasmic surge on me. After 1minute of hard bout of o----m, i fell down on the bed beside her smiling hard at myself, beads of sweat was visible on her back giving out soft sparkles as the lights bathed them. She looked up, her face glowing and a hard smile written on it, she kissed me hard wrapping her arms around my body and her head resting on my chest. “Wow this was wonderful, sky where have you been all my life” She breathed out making me laugh out shyly. My face was stuck out of the car window, my breathe deep and heavy, and the wind bathed my face making my eyes blink faster. I still can’t believe what i did just a few hours ago. her voice still echoed through my mind, the way she moaned my name, her gasping grips and my raging lustful energy while on the business. “Baby, my baby your friends are here” I was having a good dream when those mild voice woke me up, She was still stark naked and her body glowed under the light. “Ebuka and Dave are waiting for you in front of the door” She announced getting up to tie the bed spread around her body while i still struggled to clear sleep off my eyes. “What time is it ma” I yawned out. “Its 4:30am, you know you guys have to go so as to get to school and slip back inside before activities resume in your school” she said looking at her phone. Couldn’t believe my ears, she knew we were just secondary school students and yet? I sluggishly dragged myself out of bed slipping into my trouser and shoes, hands a bit weak and shaky, eyes heavy and body still yearning for sleep. “Sky do quick na, you be girl? – aaaah!!!” Thats was Dave’s voice from the other side of the door sounding as impatient as always. I spent almost 10minutes fixing my shoes all the while contemplating how to tell her i expect payment or anything. it was total conflict of confusion and desire. “Emmmmh ma, am going now” I announced keeping my eyes fixed on myself. “Hhhmmm baby you were wonderful, i hope i will be expecting you next time” She smiled out. “Yes ma, definitely” My heart was racing; what if this woman doesn’t give me anything now, that one go be serious gobe oooo. “Dave!!!” She called out to the door and dave’s face popped in almost immediately, his eyes as white and as bright as a baby refusing to sleep in a bid to keep it’s mother awake. “Please make sure you bring my baby here next week” She winked at him waving a passive hand and a childish laugh. Dave forced out a laugh “Yes na, na my boy im be na” he sang back. She dragged her frame out of the bed, Grabbed me again and pulled me into her taking my lips on into a morning kiss crushing me deeper into her. “You will never regret knowing me if you stick to me alone” She whispered into my ears. Slipped her hand into the bed post and threw two neat crisp bundles of 1000naira notes into my hands with a smiling kiss. “I will see you again baby” She said falling back down into the bed. “Jesus!!! Sky she gave you 100k!” Dave intoned in a whispery shout as i closed the door behind me. “Wooow sky not bad for a start” Ebuka said in his usual ‘always in charge’ tone. My face lit up on realizing the amount of naira i had on my hand, I had only seen this amount of money in nollywood movies and it looked so unreal to me even when its real. I kept gazing at the money in my hand and the two figure on the naira note gazed back in all seriousness, this has turned out to be the best night of my life. The journey back to school was as soothing as it was nerve wreaking, i was feeling good of myself, i was happy i mustered up courage to go with them and it has paid off. My right hand rested on my lap pocket feeling the bulged texture of the material due to the bundle of minty cash on it, i had to be sure the money doesn’t just disappear when i look away. “Sky that your mummy na badt oo, she deh settle wella” Dave said excitedly in the taxi. “Don’t you know who her husband is?” Ebuka chipped in. “And she is wickedly pretty” I sang out naughtily. . They both burst into laughter, could make out the taxi driver taking a slight peep at us through the rear view mirror. We slipped into the school through the hole which we covered untraceably well by the expertise hand of Dave, we tip toed to the back door having to crawl one after the other past Bulldog who was dozzing noisily on a chair with the huge sweater he wore giving him a more threatening and ferocious figure. We slipped into the hall way leading to our hostel after having to dodge the Kitchen staffs as they went to get the breakfast running. Laying motionlessly on my bed my mind lay bleak and a feel of terror engulfed me at the thought of what would have happened if the night turned out unsuccessful, yet again the mints i had made within the hours formatted my mind for good. The day lay gloomy cold, an untold anxiety hung in the air and the classrooms had less noise than usual. I was restless on my seat my mind glued to my wealth like super glue every little thought provoked a fear that i might not find it again when i get back to my dormitory, the chair felt like a burning charcoal and i needed to head back and make sure i was still 100k rich as i was last night. Princess looks kept falling towards me but i ignored them and fixed my eyes on the blank white board, no teacher was in class so everyone was busy with whatever that rocked their boat. I watched Victor drag himself up from his desk, grabbed a huge further mathematics text book and headed towards princess’ desk while his face took an evil smirk and an eyeing look. I could swear he winked at me but my mind was too occupied on my prize and everything else was history, he can teach her the whole world for all i care. My eyes scanned through the class through the class, Agatha as usual was singing dreamily not minding that some were trying to read, mary the catholic reverend sister was curled at a corner,eyes closed and her lips moving slightly it was obvious she was saying the rosary as usual, i shook my head and moved on jumping the direction that Victor sat with Princess. My eyes caught with Sharon, her eyes were fixed on me and those long lashes seemed artificial and the light mascara made her eyes seem like that of a p--n star. She smiled and threw a slight wave at me with a bold look, i looked behind to be sure i was really the person getting the gesture the only time Sharon ever spoke to me since i came to McGonals was the day the biology teacher instructed i collect the biology assignment from everyone and her words not even that friendly. I mopped back at Sharon who still was smiling while she looked at me, i kept a straight face and move on then i noticed Sharon stand from her seat and walked towards me adjusting her skirt up a bit. I swallowed hard and looked on at the figure drawing nearer and nearer, she was quite tall at almost 5’10, a busty chest and slightly decent hip and bum size. Two tribal marks ran at the two sides of her face blemishing an almost flawless face marked by a small perky mouth that she seem to always pout. “Sky, can i seat with you? ” I could only get myself to nod and shift a bit for her to seat beside me. Turns out she came to propose we read together this coming friday during general reading time, i still couldn’t audibly say “yes” kept nodding like a glorified agama lizard while my mind was on a goose chase wondering why the sudden friendliness and i could swear i saw princess looking at us. “Sky!!!” Dave rushed into the classroom looking all tensed up and sweating profusely, his school uniform had some patch of dirt and they looked ruffled. “Sky!!!” He yelled again heading straight towards me, his eyes flashed towards Princess and Victor who were pointing and solving whatever it is they were solving in the text book and victor’s left hand expectedly on her shoulder, he shrugged and moved on to where i was. “Dave ogini? (what is it)” I threw at him in Igbo peering into his face. “Sky we are in trouble” He washed out looking round the class then dragged me up and we headed out of the class. I was turned into a ghost. “What sort of trouble, let it not be that someone saw us last night” I was muttering some prayers to myself, Dave’s hands were visibly shaking and it betrayed the fear he harboured within. At the back of the block, it was secluded and was rarely used by anyone. “Dave stop this na, what is the matter?” I sang out sounding throaty the fear was already forming a lump on my throat. “Sky, we are in trouble, We are going to be expelled” He said sounding like he was pleading. “Expelled kwa? for what na” I asked still trying to maintain my feet on the ground. “Dave talk naaa, what happened?” My anxiety and fear was betrayed, sweats were already forming on my face and my feet was not steady the floor. “The school knows!!!” He blurted out, his voice shaky as always and eyes peering deeply around. “school know what na dave, talk naa” i was almost crying as reality was coldly but slowly dawning on me. “The school found out we went over the fence last night, i over heard some teachers discussing that the Bulldog saw some students last night sneaking into the school this morning and he identified them but didn’t bother stopping them” he paused for a while and looked into my face, my two hands already flew up to my head and my jaws dropped in a feverish pensiveness. “Sky didn’t you wonder why all the students were told to assemble at the general hall this afternoon? The principal wants to call the students out in front of everyone and possibly expulsion. Sky we are in trouble ” A tear dropped from my eye, hands still resting heavily on my head and mouth still agape. “Papa warned me, what will i tell my papa now? ”
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my feelings is as important as my life(emotional story)

I am tired of feeling like no one truly loves me in this world and this is the only thing I thought would give me the peace I need. Your wife Martha made it clear that the family you’ve created with her is more important to you and that I have no more room in your heart after all the things I’ve done. I am sorry that I accused you of all those things I told the Mulengas dad. But still, how could you not just think of it as actions of a little girl in desperate need of love and attention? Why did you have to let me down for the second time? Because of what your wife told my parents, I am no longer welcome in the family I have considered as my own all these years when I had no one else. I love my mother and I respect dad even though he does not trust me. After everything’s said and done, the fact still remains that they are still my family…even if they’ve rejected me. Please tell them that I am sorry for everything I put them through. And Tulani that I loved him to my last breath. I am sorry that I could not get along with your wife…. Maybe we would have gotten along in time but…I am feeling like this right now because of the things she said to me…so how can I forgive her? She has already taken you away from me, why did she have to take away the Mulenga’s as well? I didn’t mean all those things I said to you, I just wanted to see if you still cared about me even if you have a whole new family. How can I continue living in this world like this? I am tired. I want to go to the only place I know I will be welcomed. I know that my mother is waiting for me with open arms. She is the only one in this world who ever loved me for who I am. So dad, if there is any part of you that still thinks of me as your daughter, then please, take care of my children for me and tell them that I am sorry…and that I love them. I love you dad…and I am sorry. Your daughter, Luyando. Unable to take the shock anymore, Martha sat down on the bench in front of her and looked up at her husband. “You don’t honestly believe I did the things she’s accusing me of do you?” “I don’t know what to believe any more,” Ben said, clearly avoiding her gaze. “I see,” she said and got up again. “Then I don’t know what I’m doing here.” “Martha!” Ben was about to follow her but the doctor chose that moment to appear from the operating room. Hearing Ben’s name called, Martha stopped and waited at a distance to hear the news he was bearing. Mr and Mrs Mulenga ran over to where Ben was standing with the doctor to hear the news. “How….” Ben had started to ask when the doctor went straight into explaining. “She’s okay,” he said. “The injuries were very minor. Apart from a few broken ribs and scratches here and there, everything else is intact.” The four of them heaved long sighs of relief. “Can we see her now?” Ayanda asked. “They have to move her to a ward first so let’s wait about ten…fifteen minutes while the nurses get her ready for visitors.” Satisfied that Luyando was okay, Martha turned and quietly walked out of the hospital. While they waited for Luyando to be moved, Ben took the opportunity to ask the Mulenga’s the questions he had been dying to ask but couldn’t get a chance to when he arrived at the hospital. “Where did you get my contact information?” “Your wife gave my husband your number. She was at our home a few hours ago.” Ayanda said. So Luyando was right, Ben thought. Martha did talk to her. “Man to man,” Joshua said. “You should apologize to your wife for the way you treated her. If not for her, you wouldn’t be here right now.” “You are right on that last part,” Ben said. “She went to see you people behind my back now look where we are? She should have trusted me to handle it. What was she thinking telling you people all those things?” “Don’t forget we all read the letter,” Joshua replied. “And we were also there when your wife spoke to Luyando. After the things your daughter accused you of, how can you so easily believe the accusations she’s levelled against your wife?” “These words were meant to be her last,” Bernard argued. “How can she possibly lie?” “You are assuming that she actually meant to take her own life.” Joshua said. “Bashi Tula,” Ayanda sent him a warning shot. “How can you say something like that?” “She’s tried this before so many times and it was always to get attention and sympathy. What makes you think it’s different this time around?” “What?” A shocked Ben asked. “She drove her vehicle into another car, on the highway!” Ayanda yelled. “How serious can it get?” “And she just happened to swerve last minute and only got hit on the side?” Joshua asked. “You heard what the cops said, if that third driver hadn’t decided to run a red light right at that moment, Luyando and the driver she hit would have walked away with just a few scratches.” Ayanda was burning with anger. “I get it that you don’t trust her but….” “Mum! Dad!” Tulani ran towards them. “What happened to Lulu? I got here as quickly as I could, the traffic was….” It was then that he spotted Natasha’s father next to his parents looking dazed and paralyzed in what he could only conclude to be fear or anxiety. “Son,” Ayanda grabbed her son’s hand and started sobbing. There was a puzzling expression on his face which almost mirrored the look of horror in Ben’s eyes. Thinking the worst had happened, he started to ask, “Did…did something…bad….” He couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence. Tulani now had his mother in his arms, comforting her from whatever pains he was yet to be informed about. “Your mother is just overreacting,” Joshua said, moving away from them to sit on the nearest bench. “So you mean Lu is okay?” Tulani shouted to his father. “Yes, we are waiting for them to move her to a ward. She just had surgery.” “Surgery?” Ayanda sobbed some more in her son’s arms, wrapping her arms tightly around him. “She broke a few ribs and she had a few scratches but that’s all.” Joshua explained. Tulani finally released the breath he had been holding. “Mum, she’s going to be alright so why are you still crying? We will be seeing her real soon.” Ayanda stepped away from him and looking up at him she said, “I’m going to the bathroom for a bit.” And she left her son standing alone with Bernard. Tulani turned to the man standing next to him. “I don’t know if you remember me….” he started to introduce himself. “I know who you are,” Ben said, still looking out of it. “You are my grandson’s father, Tulani Mulenga.” For a moment, Tulani forgot about his sister lying sick in a bed somewhere and grinned from ear to ear, happy to hear that his future father in-law still remembered him. “But,” he stopped smiling and looked quizzically at the man. “Do you know my parents?” “Turns out that your father in-law is an old acquaintance of mine.” Joshua joined the men, saving Ben the trouble of explaining the complicated and messy relationship they were all tangled in. Something like that required its own time and place. He knew the truth might shock his son. They had had enough shocking for a day. Ben sent Joshua a gratitude-filled gaze but he’s mind was going over the fact that he had referred to him as Tulani’s father in-law. Nothing about the man made any sense from the moment he met him. “Wow, it’s a small world indeed!” an excited Tulani exclaimed. “We were somewhere close to this place catching up when we received the news about your sister.” Joshua explained. “What’s this I heard on the news in the car, on my way here, they said that she tried to commit suicide? Why would Lu try to take her own life at this point in her life? What gave reporters that idea?” Joshua shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, his hands in his pockets. “You work in the media industry; you know how these things work. Anyway, it’s a long story, I am sure we will find out from Luyando what happened once she works up.” “What’s with your tone dad?” Tulani asked. “Tell him Joshua,” Ayanda said from behind them. “This is neither the time nor the place for this woman,” he curtly told his wife. Just then a nurse appeared to tell them they could see Luyando. “But we only allow two visitors at a time,” she said to the whole bunch that had started following her. Joshua turned to Ben. “I think she would want to see you first before she sees any of us.” “Heh?” Tulani was looking at his father in disbelief. “You can go in with my wife while I have a talk with my son.” “What’s going on here?” a very puzzled Tulani asked the three. Ayanda continued following the nurse while the men tried to work it out with Tulani. “Thank you very much sir,” Bernard said and followed Ayanda and the nurse. “Dad?” Tulani quizzed his father. “Let’s talk outside,” Joshua said started leading them towards the door. Back in Luyando’s ward, there was silence for ten minutes as Ayanda and Bernard nervously waited for Luyando to wake up. “Why isn’t she waking up?” Ayanda had grabbed the hand of the nurse passing back and brought her to Luyando’s bed side. “The doctor said she would be up by now? Is something wrong with my daughter? What if….” “Try to relax ma’am,” the nurse was smiling as she spoke, trying to reassure the anxious parent. “The surgery went very well so there is nothing to worry about. The patient is most probably sleeping…relaxing…considering the nature of the accident, she could still be in shock and just trying to sleep it off.” While Ayanda was nagging the poor nurse, Ben was seated by his daughter’s bedside, holding her hand with his gaze fixed resolutely upon her face while his mind went back to the contents of her suicide note. Shutting his eyes briefly, Ben replayed the words in his head; I didn’t mean all those things I said to you, I just wanted to see if you still cared about me even if you have a whole new family. “Dad….” Ben froze for a second before looking up to find Luyando’s eyes open. “Baby!” Ayanda ran to her side. “Oh thank God, you are up now.” There was a puzzled expression on Luyando’s face as she looked up at her mother. Slowly turning her gaze towards her father, “dad, who is this lady?” she asked. Ayanda gasped. Looking very concerned, Ben called the nurse. “Lulu, don’t you know who this lady is?” he asked. Luyando tried to sit up but winced in pain from the surgery. Ben quickly held her down. “Don’t move just yet honey,” he told her. “I’m going to get the doctor,” the nurse said and quickly left the room. “You look so old dad,” Luyando said, touching her father’s rough beard. “Where are we?” Ayanda and Bernard shared a look of horror. “What’s happening?” Ayanda asked. “Sweetie,” she leaned in towards her daughter. “Don’t you recognize your mother?” Luyando’s scowled at her. “You are not my mother!” she yelled and tried to move away from her. Two drops of tears fell from Ayanda’s eyes. “Dad, where’s mum? Who’s this lady?” Luyando was growing anxious and agitated now. The doctor rushed in and asked the two to leave immediately so he could examine his patient. Ayanda could hear her daughter crying for her late mother as Ben led her out of the room. “What is happening to her? Did she lose her memory? They said it was a simple surgery….” Joshua and Tulani appeared. “What’s going on?” Joshua asked. “Why are you crying mum?” Tulani rushed to her side and put his arm around her. “It appears Luyando has lost all her memories for the past twenty years,” Ben explained. Ayanda broke out in full-out sobs upon hearing the words she had been dreading to hear. “What?” Tulani asked. “The doctor is examining her right now. He will tell us more, I am just speculating from what happened while we were with her.” “What happened?” Joshua asked. “She couldn’t recognize me!” Ayanda cried. “She looked at me straight in the eye and asked me who I was? She thinks her real mother is still alive! She’s forgotten about all of us….” When the doctor finally came out and asked to speak to Luyando’s guardian, the whole team went and crowded in his office, all wanting to hear the problem at the same time. “The patient has what we call Dissociative amnesia,” the doctor confirmed everyone’s worst nightmare. “You said that the surgery went just fine!” Ayanda yelled at him. “Yes, the surgery went perfectly well ma’am and what your daughter is suffering from right now is not a result of the surgery.” The blank looks on the faces of the three people looking back at him told the doctor that he had not yet won his audience. “I am not sure what she has been through since I have not seen her previous medical records,” he continued. “However, it appears your daughter has blocked out certain information, experiences from her past…could be traumatizing events such as abuse, or even an accident. It could also be that something traumatic happened to her very recently and her memories have been blocked as a mechanism of dealing with, or getting rid of the stress.” Their faces were now telling him that he had them fully on board. “I will need to examine her further to determine a proper diagnosis and only then will I be able to give you a prognosis.” “Whatever the cost will be, please examine her doctor,” Ayanda said. “I will bring her medical files tomorrow…please, just do whatever it takes to make sure she recovers her memories,” she cried. “Money isn’t a problem so please…give her whatever treatment and medication is necessary….” “There’s no medication for this kind of condition,” the doctor informed them. “However, psychotherapy and cognitive rehabilitation have been known to treat such conditions. But let’s see how the patient does in the meantime before we jump to conclusions.” * * * On her drive back home, Martha turned on the car stereo to keep her mind from thinking and thinking nonstop. “The opposition party People For Progress is scheduled to vote for their successor tomorrow morning.” A female radio presenter said. Martha was about to change the channel when she remembered Natasha’s comments about politics in the country. Might as well get informed so I can have something to talk about with my new local friends, she thought. “My money is on the Party’s General Secretary Nataniel Kaponda,” the presenter went on. Martha’s eyes opened wide and she found herself hitting her breaks and putting her car to stop right in the middle of the road. The driver behind her who was caught off-guard honked continuously at her, lowered down his window and hailed insults at her before turning his car and driving off. Martha moved her vehicle and parked it on the side of the road. “He’s been very vocal in the past year and he appears to be a favourite among party supporters.” The presenter was saying. Martha turned up the volume and listened in petrified horror, both her legs and arms shaking. “I don’t agree with you Stef,” her male colleague said. “I actually think that the Vice president would take this one. Isn’t it only natural that the second in command takes over after the demise of the leader?” “The PfP have a very special constitution Arthur so let’s not forget that. The president in power is the one who picks his vice, and not the party members. That’s why they are voting tomorrow, only the person favoured by most…the one they feel can win them next year’s general elections can take over the party and only, and I mean only Nataniel Kaponda has the qualities necessary to fill in the shoes of the late president. “He is suave, intelligent, he can articulate himself well, he’s well educated, rich…very rich as a matter of fact and, he is also good looking despite his age.” Arthur laughed. “That’s the problem with women; everything somehow always goes back to looks. Politics are way more complicated than that Stef.” “Out of everything I said about the man, you only heard the good looking part?” Stefani argued. “Just look at David the Vice President, the man talks slow… extreeemely slow and in a very low tone. I always have to turn up the volume when he comes on air and just watching him talk is too painful for my young soul. “He’s also been involved in numerous scandals in the past, the many women in his life, say, if he becomes president, which of his six wives will become First Lady?” she busted out laughing. Martha reached out and turned off the radio. “Noooo….” She cried. “Dear God no.” she was crying and shaking her head at the same time. Two hours later, with puffed up eyes, Martha opened the gate to their home and drove in to find Natasha waiting outside. Natasha ran over to her before she could even park. “Mum!” she called out to her. “Martha stopped the car midway and rolled down her window. “Mum!” Her mother’s physical state instantly freaked her out. “Mum, are you okay? What happened to you? Did something happen?” Martha tried to smile, but her tear-stained face was not helping her case. “I’m fine,” she said, avoiding her daughter’s gaze. “Is your father back?” She was looking at the spot where Ben usually parked his car and she got her answer right away. “I thought you were together,” Natasha said. “I came home and found none of your cars parked, I kept calling your phones but they are both off. I have been worried sick mum. Did something happen?” Martha slowly raised her eyes to look at her daughter. She could not keep the tears at bay anymore and so they came pouring out. “Mum,” Natasha’s eyes instantly became watery. She opened the door and reached out to her mother, pulling her into her arms. “What happened?” She asked. “Just hold me like this for a little while, don’t talk.” Martha said. “I won’t,” Natasha said. “I am so sorry,” Martha cried. Natasha wanted to ask her what she was sorry about but she kept her promise not to talk. Ten minutes later, mother and daughter were sitting in the kitchen. “Sean?” Martha asked. “Sleeping,” her daughter answered. “Aren’t you going to tell me what made you cry like that? I haven’t seen you shaken up like that since I was a kid. And where’s dad?” Knowing she could not tell her daughter about the actual pain that had made her cry, Martha was forced to talk about Luyando instead. By the time Martha was done telling her everything, Natasha was laughing and clutching her stomach, except, it was not the normal kind of laughter; it was a detached kind of laughter, painful to experience and painful to watch. “Tasha….” Martha was filled with worry. Did her daughter just lose her mind? And who could blame her? It’s not always that one is told that the sister of the man she loves, who also happens to be the father of her child…that that woman is also her sister…on top her being in-love with her brother. And now the said sister was accusing her step-mother of driving her to suicide…after first accusing her own father of rape and physical abuse? “And dad believes her?” Natasha asked once she was done laughing. “Honestly, I don’t know,” Martha said. “But when I looked into his eyes earlier today, I saw doubt in there…towards me.” “How can dad believe that woman after everything she’s done and said in the past?” “He desperately wants to win her trust so he will believe anything she says or does right now.” Martha told her daughter. “Well, that’s just disappointing. I expected better from him. Martha could hear the disappointment in her daughter’s voice loud and clear and it broke her heart. Even though she didn’t want to put her husband in a position to choose between his daughter and his family, Martha had hoped that at the very least, he could have trusted her enough to hear her side of story. “Should we tell Alex about this?” Natasha asked. “Oh no,” Martha said. “You know how he allows things to get to him. Let him write his exams first…otherwise he will be acting out and misbehaving again.” “Who are you?” Luyando had suddenly opened her eyes and found Tulani’s face above her, closely searching her face for something. “Oh you are awake,” he stepped away from her. “How are you feeling?” “Who are you?” She asked again, her face showing no signs of recognition. “I am a friend of yours…but you probably don’t remember,” he lied. “My name’s Tulani.” Luyando smiled shyly “Are you my boyfriend?” She asked. “You are very good looking.” Tulani nervously laughed. “You and I are close enough to be considered siblings. My mother even calls you her daughter.” “Ah, so that woman who was in here earlier is your mother….” “Yes.” “And you and I weren’t dating?” “No, I have a girlfriend and we have a child together….” The smile on her face disappeared instantly. “And you, you are married to a very wonderful man and you have beautiful twins together, a boy and a girl. The kids are with my mother right now and your husband….well, we haven’t been able to get through to him, yet.” “Why?” She asked. “He could be in the operating room or attending to patients…he’s a doctor.” “I am married to a doctor?” She appeared excited by the thought. Tulani laughed. “I am sure he will be here as soon as he finds out about what’s happened. He….” He was cut short by his phone ringing from his pockets. “Excuse me,” he said as he took out his phone. Tulani smiled the moment he saw who was calling. “I have to take this,” he said and left the room. Luyando watched his retreating figure with a bitter-sweet smile on her face. “Did you dial my number by accident or what? Please tell me it wasn’t by accident…please, please.” Natasha laughed. “I meant to call you.” “Thank God!” Tulani said as he walked into the lobby. Just then, he spotted Peter entering the hospital and saw his mother go after him. To avoid the drama, he turned around and went in the opposite direction. He could only imagine the amount of tongue lashing Luyando’s husband was going to be subjected to. “What are you laughing at?” Natasha asked him. “Nothing, just saw something funny. I take it your mother has told you….” “So you’ve been told too.” “Isn’t this whole thing crazy?” “Did you read her note?” Natasha asked. There was a pause first before Tulani’s voice came through. “I did. I think she was just upset when she wrote it…probably felt she had to get back at your mother for exposing her secret.” “So you know she was lying right?” Tulani laughed. “I know so relax. Is that why you called me? For a moment I thought it was because you missed me….” “How can you have the heart to think about other things with all that’s happening right now?” “What’s gonna change if I act sad and pitiful?” he asked. “Huh?” “What’s happened has happened. There is nothing we can do or say that will change anything. Right now the only thing we can do is hope for the best.” “I had forgotten what a happy-go-lucky fella you are,” Natasha laughed. “You sound like you are still at the hospital, how’s Luyando doing? Is she up now?” “Yes she’s up but….” “But what?” “There’s something you need to know….” “Now you are scaring me Tula.” “Thing is…Luyando…she’s lost her memory, well, some of her memories.” “You mean as in amnesia? She has amnesia? Mum said the accident wasn’t that bad and that the injuries were….” “The doctor said the memory loss is probably a way Luyando’s brain has thought to deal with the trauma and stress in her life. All her secrets have been revealed and her whole life was falling to pieces. The only safe place she knew she could run to was to a time when her mother was still alive.” “So she’s forgotten everything that’s happened from the time her mother died?” “Pretty much,” Tulani said. “Dear Lord, it just keeps getting stranger and stranger.” “You can say that again.” “So what’s going to happen now? I mean…with your parents…and with mine?” “I really don’t know Tasha…but, I won’t let whatever is happening with Luyando and our parents get in our way. I meant it when I said I want to marry you and nothing is going to change that. “I know that I sound like a jerk right now for bringing this up but…I just need you to remember that. I know you…and I know that you’ve probably already killed off any possibilities between us…but….” “Let’s talk about this later Tula,” she cut him off. “I know….” “I have to go now. I need to inform mum about this situation. Wait, I almost forgot…my dad, how is he?” “He’s hanging in there.” Natasha sat down on her bed. “He’s not fine is he?” “Well, considering what’s happening, I think it’s understandable that he’s confused.” “Is he planning on spending the night there?” “I should think so,” he said. “Can you do me a favour then?” “Sure, anything. What is it?” “Can you make sure he’s warm at night? He gets really cold in the night…if….” “Don’t worry about it Tasha, I will take care of him.” Fighting back tears, Natasha said, “Thank you Tula. Thanks.” Tulani could hear the cracks in her voice. “I love you Tasha, have a good night.” And he cut the line before she could say anything in return. Natasha kept the phone to her ear even after Tulani had cut the line. She closed her eyes, sighed heavily and slowly removed the phone from her ear. “I love you too.” She said, looking at the phone in her hand. “I love you too Tulani.” She repeated. Back at the hospital, Tulani was too busy celebrating in his head the minor victory he had scored with Natasha as he walked towards the lobby that he did not see Luyando’s figure peering at him from behind the wall. Luyando’s menacing gaze followed Tulani until he disappeared from her sight. Wincing in pain and clutching her stomach, she leaned her back against the wall to lessen the pain. “I almost died today but you are here romancing that b---h like nothing’s happened?” she bit down her lower lip and winced in pain again. “I will teach all of you a lesson you will never forget.” She added as tears streamed down her cheeks. Tulani parked his car on the side of the road, a short distance away from his home and called Natasha to ask for her father’s number. “Have you found Luyando?” She asked him, thinking it could be the only reason he was asking for her father’s contact information a few minutes to midnight. After hearing about his daughter’s disappearance, Bernard had gone out to search for her wherever his feet would take him. Seeing the desperate state of her husband, Martha had had no choice but to accompany him on his search, afraid he might lose his mind from hopelessness. “Yes,” Tulani answered. “She’s at my place right now.” Advertisements Report this ad “I thought she might come there,” Natasha said, her voice dropping a few levels lower. Tulani didn’t miss the change in her tone. “I am not at home right now,” he quickly explained. “I want to talk to your dad first about something concerning Luyando before he goes to pick her up. I don’t think she will be going anywhere else tonight but I think it would be best if he picks her up as soon as possible.” “Did something happen?” Natasha asked. Tulani laughed nervously. “Nothing,” he lied. “Why do you ask?” “You said there was something you wanted to talk to dad about before he picks up Luyando. Don’t lie to me Tula, I can tell that there’s something you’re hiding.” Advertisements Report this ad “Okay, can I talk to you after I am done talking to your dad?” He asked. “Is he at home?” “No, they both went out to look for Luyando, I mean both mum and dad. They should be waiting at Luyando’s house right now. Dad refuses to leave until he knows she’s safe.” “Okay, send me his number then, I will meet him over there.” Tulani found Mr and Mrs Chimeko seated on the veranda outside Luyando and Peter’s home. While Martha had a chitenje wrapper covering her, Bernard braved the coldness of the night with nothing extra to keep him warm, refusing to join his wife under her wrapper. They both stood up the moment Tulani’s vehicle appeared outside the gate. “Where’s she?” Bernard was by Tulani’s window before he could even bring the car to a stop. Advertisements Report this ad “How about you jump in while we talk,” Tulani could tell his future mother-in-law was close to freezing. “I will put the heater on and you will be warm in no time.” Martha didn’t need to be told a second time. Bernard had no choice but to follow his wife. “Is Luyando okay? Is she at your place? Ben asked. He had already figured out where his daughter was the moment Tulani expressed hesitation in revealing exactly where he had found her over the phone. “Can we sit down first so we can talk properly? I have the keys to the house.” He showed husband and wife the set of keys he had picked up from the table where Luyando had tossed them. He drove the vehicle the rest of the way inside and parked in front of the house. Advertisements Report this ad Martha and Bernard followed Tulani inside. “What is it you want to talk to us about?” Bernard didn’t waste any time. Shifting nervously in his seat, “It’s about Luyando,” he said. “What about Luyando, did something bad happen to her?” Martha asked. “Oh no,” Tulani quickly provided. “I have something to recommend to you…considering that you are her rightful parent…even though my parent’s legally adopted her….” Advertisements Report this ad “Tulani!” Bernard urged him to get straight to the point. “I hope you don’t get this the wrong way…or find it offending but, I think that Luyando needs help….” “Help?” Ben appeared confused, however, Martha knew right away what her grandson’s father was talking about and so she silently waited for the bomb to drop. Tulani kept going over the words to say and rearranging them so they could come out in the most polite way possible. But is there even a polite way to tell a man his beloved daughter is so sick mentally she needs to be institutionalized? Seeing Tulani’s hesitation, Bernard picked up the direction where the conversation was going. “Ooh,” he said, hanging his head low. “I think that she needs professional help,” Tulani finally managed, seeing that they all seemed to be on the same page. “I think that she was terribly disturbed by the death of her mother at such a young age and….” He was nervously looking at Ben before adding whatever thoughts were going through his head. Bernard slowly raised his head to look at Tula. “And me neglecting her when she needed me the most you mean?” He added, his eyes heavy with guilt. “I didn’t mean it like that Sir,” Tulani tried to explain himself. It was indeed what he meant…but not in those exact terms. “I know,” Ben said. Martha placed her hand over her husband’s lap, unable to find words to use to comfort him. “I know about everything,” Ben continued. “I know that she’s had to lie all through her life to win people’s affection…just like she deliberately drove her car into another…or fake her amnesia…or,” he paused before adding. “…I also knew about the lies she told in the letter.” Martha was staring at him wide-eyed. “You knew from the beginning?” “Of course, how can I not?” he replied. “I felt…I feel responsible for everything that’s happening. She did all those things she did recently because she wanted to gain sympathy. I was the only one who could give it to her without questioning anything because I was responsible for everything. “You don’t understand,” Bernard went on. “Luyando had the best life when her mother was still alive. She was the centre of our lives. She was like a princess, used to having her way, always.” He then turned his body to face his wife. “I never told you this before,” Ben said. “But Luyando was born a twin.” “What?” Martha and Tulani asked at the same time. “They were fraternal twins,” Bernard explained. Martha could not hide her shock. For twenty years her husband had not mentioned anything about that. She had been under the impression that there were no secrets between them. Why hadn’t he mentioned anything to her before? “Tasila had a very troubled pregnancy,” Bernard explained. “She had a very weak immune system so her body easily gave in to a lot of diseases. She was sick most of the time and it seemed to get worse during her pregnancy. Something happened during delivery and we lost Chipego. “It was a boy. Luyando was a fighter so she came out first…but her brother wasn’t much of a fighter.” He closed his eyes as if to keep the pain of the whole experience shut in the past where it belonged. “Chipego gave his mother a hard time and by the time he finally came out, it was already too late.” Martha placed her hand over her mouth while Tulani appeared utterly shocked by the revelations, his mouth wide open. It finally made sense why Luyando ended up with twins of her own. “We never told Luyando about her brother,” Ben told them. “Instead, Tasila and I showered her with love meant for two people. Our world literally revolved around her. We were not very rich but we were comfortable and Luyando was raised spoiled. “Anything she wanted, her mother gave it to her….so you can imagine…what she must have felt when it all came to an end so suddenly.” There was a pregnant silence in the room, each lost in their thoughts. Bernard thought about how he had lost control the moment he had received news of his wife’s death. His whole world had come to an instant world. Three weeks after Tasila’s death, Bernard had lost his job, home, and everything they had owned…all while his daughter watched on the side lines. Martha’s mind went back to the time when she and Bernard had their first talk about having a child. She finally understood why he had such strong reservations about starting a family…why he had watched over her like a hawk all through her pregnancy. When Alex was finally born, Ben had gone to the doctor and had a vasectomy done. She had never understood why but she suspected it might have something to do with the disappearance of his daughter Luyando. All this time, Martha thought that her husband was feeling guilty about starting a new family when he had no idea where his first child was. How was she to know that it was only his fear of the past repeating itself? Tulani on the other hand was thinking about all the things Luyando had done; from the time she appeared in front of his parent’s vehicle to the sleepless nights when she would keep everyone awake from the thunder’s of her nightmares…and to what happened a few minutes ago in his living room. He had wanted to hate her for putting him in such a position but after hearing the little bit about her past, Tulani knew that he was incapable of hating or giving up on his sister. She might not know it herself but she was in desperate need of help. Her wounds ran deeper than the scars she had unwittingly let everyone around her see. “After we lost everything, Luyando became the adult in the family while I kept drowning in alcohol.” Ben’s shame could be heard from his voice and it was spread out loudly and evenly across his face. “She became the parent of a thirty year old man; picking me up from the tavern, cleaning me up and cleaning after me, cooking, washing…anything you can think of…and she was only ten. I was aware that what I was doing was wrong but each passing day I kept making excuses for myself. “I thought I was allowed to lose it…to mourn my wife who had died such an untimely death. Luyando had always been a clever child. I thought she could take care of herself. Not once did I stop to consider her pain…I thought she was managing just fine because I never saw her cry….” As Bernard said those words, his mind flashed back to the time right after they had put Tasila to rest. He had gone into their bedroom, picked up her framed picture and held it against his heart as he gave in to tsunami of tears he had been holding on to all this while. It was not normal for a man to publicly express his emotions like that…even if it was the love of his life that had died. As far as everyone was concerned, he was a man, a father…he had to be strong. But that day he felt safe to cry in the room he had shared with her for years, the room where they had made life changing decisions together. How could she leave him without talking to him about it first? Didn’t she know that he was not going to like the idea? Gripped with overwhelming emotions, Bernard had poured his heart out that day, on the cold floor where he sat holding on to the only thing he thought was a memory of her. He had not seen his daughter standing by the door watching him until she walked over to him and put her arms around him. “I am such a weak man,” Bernard cried. Martha put her arms around him and cried with him while Tulani watched uncomfortably from the other side of the room. “I should have known better,” Bernard said. “She never cried, not once did I see her cry. But how could she cry when I was losing it the whole time? One of us needed to be an adult…she did.” Martha patted him on the shoulder. “Don’t say that Ben. It was a long time ago and….” “When she came to me a few weeks ago, I knew right away that she needed help,” Bernard said. “But there was nothing I could do for her except to play along with her lies. If I could be the only man standing by her side when everyone else was judging her…I thought that maybe that would show her that I care about her…and that I am sorry.” “For a while now I have known that Luyando needs help,” Tulani chipped in. “But like you, I thought that maybe giving her the kind of attention she wanted would make her feel loved…but that just made things worse. “She ended up misunderstanding my actions…and…and…let’s just say that it was the wrong way of doing things. Because we responded to her tantrums and lies the way she wanted us to, she’s grown up thinking that that’s the right way to do things. “That’s why I came to you today, to tell you that you should get her professional help. She needs to see someone to help her heal her wounds. I don’t think that she is bad person…I think that she just wants people to love her unreservedly like you and her mother did before she passed on.” “He is right honey,” Martha told her husband. “We need to get her help.” “Do you know anyone….” Ben started to ask. “Yes,” Tulani quickly supplied, reaching into his pocket and removing a business card he had purposely carried and handed it over to Ben. “He’s the leading psychologist in the country,” Tulani said. “I already spoke to him, he will be expecting to hear from you soon.” “Don’t we need to talk to her husband about this first?” Ben asked. He had not met Peter yet but he had heard from Joshua that he had visited the hospital once. He had wanted to ask why only once but he figured it was not the right time to talk about other issues. “I will talk to Peter tomorrow morning,” Tulani offered. “According to Luyando, he packed his stuff and that of the children and left the house. the two of them had been having problems way before the truth came out.” “Dear God what will my daughter do now?” Ben lamented. “Do you think you can get him to change his mind?” Tulani hesitated in responding. He knew first-hand how much Peter had suffered at the hands of Luyando. She made it no secret that he was not her number one priority and he had been patient with her for far too long. However, her amnesia stunt seemed to have pushed him over the edge and it didn’t look like he had any more reason to hold on to the marriage. “I will try and talk to him,” it was all he could say to the worried father. “But is it safe for Luyando to be all alone right now? She is at you place isn’t it?” Martha asked Tulani. “Yes she’s at my place,” he answered. “She was quite hysterical when I left her so….” “Is it okay if I go and see her?” Bernard asked. “Yes, sure. I was thinking about it…but I didn’t know how to….”Tulani left the sentence hanging. “I was planning on spending the night at a friend’s.” Bernard turned to his wife. “Is it okay with you if….” “Yes,” Martha answered before he could finish asking the question. “She needs you right now.” “It’s very late right now,” Ben said. “How about you follow us home first so I can drop off my wife and you can drop me off at your place?” “I can drive myself home Ben, don’t worry about me.” “No, let me drive you. I can’t have you driving yourself this late at night. You’ve been running about the whole day helping me search for Lulu. My heart will be at ease knowing you are safe at home.” “He’s right Mrs Chimeko,” Tulani said. “You can just call me Martha dear.” Tulani smiled, thinking how easy he would have it with such a liberal mother in-law. * * * Standing at the door of Tulani’s house, Bernard took in the scene of broken glass before him. He didn’t need to enter the house code Tulani had given him since half the door was open. Inside the house, he could see Luyando passed out on the carpet. The empty glasses of wine and beer around her told him everything he needed to know about her state of mind. It was a good thing Tulani had a tight security system around the house otherwise his daughter would have been in much more trouble than she was already in sleeping like that with the door open for anyone…or anything to enter. Bernard bent down to fit through the hole in the glass door and carefully stepped on the pieces of broken glass to get to where Luyando was lying. “Luyando….” He tried shaking her awake. He lifted her upper body up from the floor and carefully shook her, all the while calling out her name. Finally, Luyando opened her eyes slightly and looked up at him in semi-consciousness. “Oooooh it’s the man himself,” her slurred words assailed him straight to the heart. “Where’s Tulani? I want Tula….” Ben tried to get her on her feet but she kept fighting him. “Let’s get you to bed dear,” he tried reasoning with her. Luyando suddenly turned and slapped him hard across the face, sending him straight to the floor. Her violent move was very sudden so it took a few seconds for Ben to recover from the shock. Luyando was fully awake now. Still, he got up again and tried to go to her but she was waving her arms in front of her to keep him away. “Don’t you touch me!” She yelled at him. Ben took a step back, his hands raised in the air. “Who the hell do you think you are coming here?” Her words were as jiggly as the legs she was standing on. “It’s your fault that all this is happening,” she accused him, unsteadily pointing her finger at him. “It’s your fault that no one wants to love me. How can they love me?” she scoffed. “How can they love me when my own father hates me? You blame me for mum’s death don’t you?” “No, no, no,” Ben forgot about staying away from her and tried to reach for her hand. “Don’t!” She shouted. Bernard stopped. “How can you think something like that?” he asked her. “I never blamed you for your mother’s death.” “You did! I saw the way you looked at me. I heard what everyone said during the funeral…that mum was never the same after she gave birth to me. They said I made her like that!” “They were wrong,” Ben tried reassuring her. “They were so wrong Lulu. Your mother, she adored you. Her world revolved around you. She was so proud to be your mother. Don’t you remember that?” The memories of her time with her mother brought tears to Luyando’s drowsy eyes. Unable to keep her balance any more, she gave up and sat down on the carpeted floor. “She loved me,” Luyando recalled all the wonderful times she had spent with her mother. “She was the only one that ever loved me…but she’s gone. Why did she have to die!? Why didn’t you die instead?” Ben had spent the last years of his life asking himself that very question. However, hearing the words from the lips of his daughter tore at his heart and brought tears to his eyes. Indeed, why had it not been him? “I am so sorry my love,” Bernard said, tears streaming down his face. “It’s too late now.” Luyando said curtly. “There’s nothing you can do now to fix things. Everything is gone.” She started checking the bottles around her for anything to drink but they were all empty. Disappointed, she picked up one bottle and threw it against the wall in front of her. She was now sobbing, unable to take on reality with a semi-sober mind. Bernard watched in silence as his daughter battled her demons. He took a risk and slowly approached her. He got down on his knees from her side and carefully placed his hand on her shoulder, partly expecting her to fight him off but instead, she turned and dropped her head into his laps and continued sobbing. It took a while for Luyando to finally calm down and when she did, she looked up at her father and said, “Help me make Tulani love me dad.” She pleaded. “I promise to stop doing all these crazy things but please, help me. I don’t think I can manage to not have him in my life. I love him so much.” Bernard remembered the conversation he had had with Tulani. He had been right, Luyando needed serious help. “If I promise to talk to Tulani about it, can you also do me a favour?” Luyando’s eyes lit up. “Anything!” She answered excitedly. Bernard sat up and placed his hands over her shoulders. “Lulu, I would like you to see someone.” “See someone?” She asked. “Who?” “No one knows or understands better how much you’ve been through except yourself . You’ve been through a lot haven’t you?” he was talking to her as if to the ten year old girl he had seen so many years ago. Just like the little girl he was picturing in his head, Luyando was nodding her head profusely. “I don’t want anything else, I don’t want his family, and I don’t even want to take you away from your family. I just want to have him…I just want Tula.” “So how about we get you some help first,” Ben finally suggested. “Help?” “Yes, you’ve been through so much Lulu. You need to talk to someone about….” Luyando had a look of horror on her face as she pulled away from him. “You want me to see a shrink? Are you calling me nutcase?” “No, that’s not what I meant….” Luyando staggered to her feet, desperately wanting to get away from him. “Get the hell out of here!” She pointed to the door for him.” “Lulu please listen to me just this once. I only want what’s best for you.” “You just want to protect your family! You think am going to hurt them don’t you?” “You said you wanted to be with Tulani, but he thinks your feelings for him are only because you misinterpreted things. He thinks you only like him because you are transferring your….” “Oh don’t start with that shrink nonsense with me,” Luyando interjected him. “I spent four years sitting in a Shrink’s office telling him lies and him buying into it like a fool, even coming up with interpretations that made him sound smarter when he knew nothing! “That stuff doesn’t work and I certainly won’t waste my time talking to some wanna-be doctor while Tula gets closer to that woman.” “But Tulani really believes that you need to see someone.” Ben pressed on. From the little he had come to know about his daughter, the truth was not going to work with her. If his daughter was to get the help she desperately needed, Bernard didn’t mind twisting the truth just a little. “Therefore,” he continued. “If you agree to meet this doctor he recommended, it will show Tulani that you are willing to change…and that you are recovering from the past. Don’t you think he will start taking you seriously after that?” Ben could tell his message was getting to her; she was actually considering it. Luyando staggered over to the couch and threw herself down, softly hitting her head with her hands as if to sober herself up. “I can’t think straight right now,” She said to Ben who had joined her on the opposite couch. “I’m going to sleep now,” she stretched herself over the couch to rest. “Talk to me in the morning.” She yawned and fell back into deep sleep. A few minutes later, Bernard carried her into the bedroom and went back into the living room to watch TV. Luyando found him sleeping on the couch when she woke up the next morning. “I am going to do it,” she candidly informed him. Ben sat up, a smile on his face. “You will?” “Yes, but only if you promise to help me with Tulani…make him see that I am changing.” “Lulu, I can’t do that for you, only you can make him see that. I don’t want you to just pretend to change; it would be nice if you made a conscious decision to make certain changes in your life.” “I don’t think I will have trouble with that; my husband has left me and taken the children, I have probably…no, I have definitely lost my job at TMH…and everyone finally knows for a fact that I am not an original Mulenga.” “So what do you plan to do with your life from now?” Bernard asked. “I’ve always wanted to start my own company…I’ve saved enough over the years so maybe it’s a good time to start.” “What sort of company?” “Media of course, a newspaper, give the Mulenga’s a run for their money.” Ben laughed. “Well, it’s a good thing you have a plan in mind. When do you think you can see the doctor? I put his card on the dresser in the bedroom.” “Yeah, I saw it.” Luyando said. “I will see him today, the sooner the better.” Ben was smiling proudly, anxious to see his daughter finally get the help she desperately needed. She might have agreed to start therapy for the wrong reasons but with more therapy sessions, perhaps she might come to realize that her obsession with Tulani was gravely misplaced…that the two of them would always be brother and sister…and that there was no future between them. * * * Two Months Later Life for everyone around Luyando seemed to have gotten back to normal. Even though Ayanda made efforts to reach out to her adopted daughter, Luyando refused to have anything to do with the Mulenga family as a daughter. She applied to the government to have her removed as their daughter so she could easily date Tulani when the time comes. Naturally, Joshua was excited about the idea of getting Luyando off his family register but Ayanda was hesitant, having loved Luyando as her own for about twenty years. Letting go was something Ayanda always struggled with. Tulani was still relentless in his pursuit of Natasha but she was still driving him around circles until one day when he cornered her and put her in a position where she had to make a decision. “What do you think you are doing?” Natasha asked, tagging him on the shoulder and urging him to get back up. The desperation in her eyes wouldn’t have been so loud if not for the fact that they were at a company dinner and everyone was looking at them. It was just like Tulani to make a public spectacle of everything. “I will only get up if you give me an answer,” Tulani said, holding out the engagement ring to her. “Right here?” Natasha’s eyes roamed the room and found that they were indeed the centre of attention. “This is embarrassing Tula.” She whispered to him, trying to close the ring box but Tula wouldn’t let up. Tulani knew he was going to pay dearly for putting Natasha on spot like that but for him it was the only way to get her to finally make up her mind about him. He had no doubt that she felt the same way about but he just didn’t know what was keeping her from expressing her feelings. Tulani hoped that Natasha would stay true to her character and say yes to his proposal due to pressure and fear of embarrassing him if she turned him down. If she was still the same Natasha he knew four years ago, she was going to say yes just so she could get everyone’s eyes off of them. For a woman whose career was centred on being in front of a camera for millions to watch, Natasha had issues being the centre of attention when she was not working. “Natasha Chimeko, mother of my child and apple of my eye,” He spoke loud enough for the whole room to hear. “Will you do me the honour of being…er….” And then something happened that he had not calculated for, he forgot the words he had been memorizing for the past one week. Natasha wanted nothing but for the ground to open up and swallow her. She just wanted it to be over so they could move on with their lives. “…my wife…Can you be my wife? I mean, will you marry me?” “Yes, I will marry you,” she said, quickly picking up the ring to put it on her finger, a move that made everyone in the room laugh. To everyone, she was a woman who could hardly wait to wear the ring the man of her dreams had presented her, but to Natasha, it was a way of fast forwarding the whole experience. Tulani laughed and quickly took the ring from her before she could slip it through her finger. “I think I am the one who’s supposed to do this,” he said as he put the ring on her finger, receiving applause from everyone. Natasha had to endure twenty more minutes of congratulations from those around them before she finally managed to slip out. Tulani was right behind her, ready to receive his punishment. “Why….” They were in the car park and Natasha had turned angrily to lash out at Tulani when he grabbed her around the waist, pulled her head slightly back and kissed her like she was his source of oxygen. Natasha was ready to push him off when she felt his tongue heavy inside her, a warm rush of unexplainable pleasure halting her thirst to fight against him immediately. She gasped, her breath caught for a second in the throes of unbridled felicity. For a few seconds Tulani busked in the realization that at least there was one thing he had control over; her body. Her lips might sprout lies on their own but with his pressed hard against them; they sang a melody that rhymed perfectly with every fibre of his being. Her body never lied. Her throbbing heart pressed hard against his chest told him of the secrets her tongue was trying to hide…the tongue now dancing to the tune of his evil thoughts. Oh, the things I intend to do to this stubborn little vixen clinging to me as if for dear life. “So, you were saying…?” “Shh….” Natasha let the curse word hang over them, not sure whether she was mad that he had pulled away from her so suddenly…or mad that she had lost control in such a short space of time. How did things turn out like that? The bumptious smirk on Tulani’s face screamed his victory over her. “Yes, you were saying….” He teased her again. He had completely thrown her off guard and made her lose her train of thought. Angry and embarrassed by her easy defeat, she opened the door of her car, ready to run for cover. But Tulani held the door open, forcing her to stand back against the car. “If you leave like this,” Tulani said, slowly tracing the ring on her finger with one hand and using the other to securely lock her in position. “It means you willingly accepted my proposal.” “So you know that you forced me to say yes in there right?” Tulani chuckled, “Yes.” He answered nonchalantly. “Why did you do that?” “Because I wanted to see you try and take it off.” “What?” He took her hand and placed it in front of them. “Take it off,” he told her. “What?” she asked again. “I said take it off,” he repeated. “If you don’t want to marry me, take it off and hand it back to me.” Natasha was obviously perplexed, wondering what trick he was now playing. She touched the ring and started pulling it slowly towards her. She had expected it to get stuck somewhere in the middle, thinking that was the trick Tulani was playing on her but when it moved without much trouble, she paused before pulling it off completely. “It comes off,” she told him, a puzzled expression on her face. “Did you think I asked you to take if off because it couldn’t come off?” he asked. “Yes,” she admitted, and then pushed the ring back in place. Tulani laughed, his eyes fixed on the ring. “Look at it again.” He said. Natasha looked back at her finger and realization dawned on her immediately. She couldn’t take off the ring. No, she didn’t want to take it off. She laughed, not hard or loud, but softly. “How did you know?” She asked Tulani. “Know what, that you love me or that you want to be my wife?” She closed her eyes in embarrassment. “Both,” she said, looking down at her feet. Tulani placed his hand under her chin and lifted her face up. “There are a number of reasons actually; you kept my child and raised him well, you gave me not one, but two chances to be in his life, and here’s my favourite, you blush profusely every time I try to get close to you…like you are doing right now.” Natasha covered her face with her hands. “It’s just chemistry, it’s not love,” she said. “I have seen you get so jealous when I talk to other women, last time you refused to talk to me for three days just because some lady openly flirted with me and I smiled back at her.” Natasha dropped her hands from her face. “That doesn’t mean I love you!” She protested. “You are my ex…and we have a child together. It’s normal for me to feel jealous once in a while. It doesn’t mean I am in-love with you.” “So you don’t love me?” Tulani asked. “And please, try to look me in the eye while you honestly answer the question.” He deliberately stressed the word honestly. “Tula, I like you but,” “But you are scared to get married again after what happened with your ex?” he finished for her. Her eyes told him he was right. “I don’t think I want to get married again Tula,” she finally admitted. “Can’t we just date and live together, no strings attached? Don’t you think marriage would just ruin everything?” “I want to make you my wife Tasha, legally and before God too. I don’t want you to just be a housemate. I want us to be a family, a real family; you, me Sean…and the five other kids we will have.” “Five? Are you insane? I thought you didn’t like kids.” “That was before I found out I was a father and got to spend time with my son. My biggest regret right now is that I missed four years of his life. Now I want to have a whole bundle of them running around the house…yours and my products.” “Products?” Natasha laughed. “I don’t want to have so many children Tula, just one more…but I am willing to reconsider and add another, for your sake.” “See, I knew you wanted to be my wife,” Tulani proudly noted. “Now I just have to convince you that marriage to me would be the best thing that ever happened to you.” “Keep up with the arrogance and there will not be an engagement to start with.” Tulani laughed and drew her close to him for a kiss. Luyando was standing in line at the ATM at the mall, browsing through her social media feed to kill time when she came across news of Tulani and Natasha’s engagement. “No. No. No.” She kept repeating whilst shaking her head. Everyone around had turned to look at her. “It’s a lie,” she said as she turned and started running towards her car. By the time she was settling behind the wheel, her phone had gone through to her father. “You lied to me!” She yelled at him before he could even say hello. “You lied to me!” You promised that you would talk to Tula for me!” Like a mad woman, Luyando pressed hard on the accelerator and headed towards her father’s house. “I kept that promise to you Lulu,” Bernard said. “I spoke to Tulani about you just as I promised.” “Then why has he proposed to your step daughter instead of me?” “I am not responsible for his feelings Lulu,” Bernard said. “I tried to tell him to wait a bit before making a commitment to Natasha but he said he was sure whom he wanted to spend his life with so there was no need of waiting. He – “ “I am coming to you right now, you just wait.” Luyando said and cut the line. “What’s going on?” Martha was standing by the door behind him. Bernard sighed heavily and turned towards his wife. “Tulani finally proposed to Natasha and Luyando hasn’t taken the news well.” Martha moved and went to sit at the bottom step of the veranda leading up to the house. “I was hoping that she would get over that soon.” Bernard went to sit next to her. “Me too,” he said, looking as weary as he sounded. “I really don’t know what to do about her anymore.” Luyando indeed appeared before them thirty minutes later, panting and geared to unleash a tantrum. She parked her vehicle in front of them, got out, slammed the door shut and charged at Bernard and Martha. Mr and Mrs Chimeko were both on their feet, waiting for her to attack. “How could you do this to me?” Luyando’s face was drenched in tears, her lipstick was smeared and her running mascara made her queen of the Panda kingdom. “I did what you asked me to do!” She yelled. “I never wanted to see that shrink in the first place but you forced me.” “Lulu,” Ben took a step towards her. “I asked you to see that doctor because you need help.” “I don’t need any help!” she shouted. “Try to listen to your father Lulu,” Martha said. Luyando turned her fiery glare towards her step-mother. “You stay out of this. This is none of your business.” She said in an icy disparaging tone. Without saying a word in return, Martha looked at her husband and turned to go back in the house. “We are all just trying to do what’s best for you Luyando,” Bernard said. “What’s best for me or what’s best for your precious daughter Natasha?” “This has nothing to do with Natasha.” Luyando furrowed her brows and scoffed. “You think this has nothing to do with her? This has got everything to do with that trump!” she raised her voice. Bernard wanted to ask her to control her tone and get rid of her foul language but he stopped himself, fearing that that might give her another reason to flare up further. “If that girl wasn’t in the picture, Tulani would have had the time to realize the feelings he has for me are not brotherly. That fake daughter of yours stole him from me but guess what, there is no way in hell I’m going to –“ “Stop it!” Bernard yelled. “Just stop it already!” Luyando was taken aback by her father’s sudden outburst having expected him to play calm towards her. He had a lot to make up to her so he had no business getting angry at her. He was supposed to spend the rest of his life dancing to her tune, not shouting at her. “I am sick and tired of listening to you talk about yourself like a victim.” Bernard said sternly. “You are not a victim so stop acting like one! You brought all this on yourself. Yes I messed up as a father but look at you Luyando, you are not a child anymore. You are someone’s wife, and a mother!” “Are you shouting at me?” Luyando asked in disbelief. “I am not shouting at you, I am trying to make you face reality. Tulani has never loved you the way you love him. He is in-love with someone else. You cannot force a man to love you just because you have feelings for him. That’s not how it works. “You had a man that loved you like no other and you even have children with him. Can’t you focus on winning your husband back and bringing your family together again? How long are you going to continue pining for a man that doesn’t even care whether you exist or not?” Bernard had had it up to his neck walking on egg shells around his daughter. He had come to learn that all his efforts in shielding her from pain and all his desires to make up for lost time were only worsening her situation instead of helping her become a better person. Instead of being a better parent to her, his soft approach was fuelling her bad behaviour, making her feel justified in doing whatever she wanted to do. It was about time he taught his daughter that life doesn’t always have to go her way. She couldn’t keep blaming everyone around her for the things going wrong in her life. As long as Luyando could not come to the conclusion that she needed help on her own, there was no way she was going to change. “What was I thinking coming here?” Luyando turned to leave in fury and walked back to her. She was just about to open the door when she spotted Tulani’s vehicle come through the gate, her eyes rolling at the sight of Natasha seated comfortably beside him. She immediately changed her mind about leaving and waited for them to park. “What is she doing here?” Natasha asked Tulani upon noticing Luyando. “Maybe she came to see your dad about something.” He said. Natasha was the first to step out of the vehicle and walk towards Luyando who had not taken her eyes off of her. “Tasha,” Ben intercepted the face-off between his two daughters by placing himself between them. “Is the party over already?” he asked, unable to think of anything else to say in such a situation. Immediately sensing what her father was up to, Natasha stopped in her tracks, leaving a reasonable distance between her and Luyando. “Yes dad,” she answered. “Is everything okay?” her eyes were fixed on Luyando who was now walking towards them with a huge frown on her face. “I guess congratulations are in order,” Luyando remarked sarcastically, her eyes narrowing in on Natasha’s engagement ring. “Sister,” Natasha matched her rival’s tone but with a smile that barely reached her nose. “How nice of you, thank you very much.” “Luyando came to see me about something…she was just leaving.” Bernard was still trying to avoid a confrontation between the two. “Why are you trying to get rid of me so fast, dad?” Luyando puckered her lips at her father like a little girl. “Are you afraid Natasha might find out about the deal the two of us made?” “What deal?” Tulani asked upon joining them. “Luyando, it’s been a while. I see you nothing much has changed.” “I was just telling your girlfriend, oh wait, its fiancé now isn’t it?” She faked a chuckle. “I was just about to tell her about the deal that –“ “Luyando,” Ben interrupted her. “I beg of you do not cause any more trouble.” Luyando laughed, enjoying the fact that she had the upper hand. “What’s wrong dad? Don’t you think your daughter deserves to know the truth?” “What truth is she talking about dad?” Natasha asked Ben. “It’s nothing important,” Ben answered nervously. “Why don’t you two go inside while your sister and I talk for a bit?” Natasha took Tulani’s hand and was about to lead him away when Luyando stopped them. “Not so fast you two,” she told them. “Don’t you want to know what your father here promised me in exchange for seeing a shrink?” “You mean what he said about talking to Tulani on your behalf?” Natasha asked smugly. Luyando’s heart almost skipped a beat. “How did you –“ Natasha laughed. “About two months ago dad followed me to my room looking nervous and all and talking about things that didn’t make sense at all. However, I could tell the whole time that he was apologizing for something he did…something he couldn’t bring himself to say. “I knew right away that it had something to do with you and Tula. A bit of pressure on my mother and she spilled everything. Have I answered your question?” The frown on Luyando’s face darkened. She was looking at her father as if to burn him down with her fiery disdain-filled eyes. “I never told her anything,” Bernard defended himself against his daughter’s accusing eyes. Without saying a word, Luyando turned around and walked back to her car. She angrily opened her door, got in and slammed it shut and sped off. “What’s her problem?” Tulani asked. His hands placed in his pockets and his gaze following Luyando’s disappearing vehicle, Bernard answered, “Everything,” and started walking towards the house. Tulani and Natasha followed him closely behind. The three of them found Martha in the living room watching TV with Sean on her laps. The four year old jumped the moment he saw his father and ran straight into his arms. Bernard silently disappeared upstairs. “I just want to see the ring,” Martha said, getting up to take a look at her daughter’s hand. “Oh wow,” she gasped. “This is beautiful Tulani. Just a few hours and Natasha’s hand already looks thinner than the rest. It’s one heavy stone you have here sweetie.” Natasha laughed while Tulani appeared disturbed. “Should I change it for a smaller stone?” He asked the two women. Martha and Natasha looked at each for a second before bursting out in laugher at the look of genuine concern on Tulani’s face. “What did I say?” Tulani asked Sean but the blank expression on his face told him that he too was just as confused as he was. “That was a joke Tula,” Natasha put his mind at ease. “Mum meant to say that the stone looks extremely expensive.” “Oooh,” he blushed in embarrassment. “Congratulations to the both of you.” Martha hugged her daughter. “Don’t I get a hug too?” Tulani shot pleading eyes at his future mother in-law. He put Sean down and waited for her to come over to him. Laughing, Martha went and gave him a hug. “Congratulations,” she said. “Thank you mum,” Tulani said, winking at Natasha who was gaping at him in disbelief. “Gosh I have always wanted to say that!” He exclaimed excitedly. “C’mon Sean,” Martha called out to her grandson. “Let’s go do some reading upstairs….” “Martha,” Ben called out to his wife from the bottom of the stairs. He appeared frozen in petrification. “Honey,” Martha slowly put down Sean and looked up at her husband. “You need to come see something upstairs,” he said. “Dad, is everything okay?” Natasha asked, walking over to him. Martha followed. “You look like you’ve just seen a ghost,” Martha said, going to stand by his side. “Is everything okay Sir?” Tulani asked. “Yeah, yeah,” Ben said. “I just broke something that Tasha’s mum treasures.” “You broke something?” Martha asked in a sharp tone. “Just come and check for a second.” Ben took her hand and quickly led her upstairs. Natasha and Tulani shared a look. “I think he’s in real trouble,” Tulani said. “Can you read to me dad?” Sean asked his father. “Most definitely son!” He lifted him up and carried him upstairs. “I will get some snacks ready,” Natasha shouted after them. “What did u break?” Martha asked by the door. Bernard stepped aside and positioned Martha in front of the TV. He locked the door behind them. Right away she knew why her husband had looked like he had just seen a ghost when he came to fetch her. Her hand went straight to her mouth when she saw the face splashed out on the TV screen and heard the report; So it appears the nation finally has a favourite for the upcoming presidential elections. New opposition party leader for PfP Nataniel Kaponda is leading in the latest polls by a margin never seen before! Martha was shaking like a leaf and her knees were about to give in when Bernard ran to her and put his arms around her and led her to sit down on the bed. After setting her down, he picked up the remote control on the other side of the bed and turned off the TV. “How can…how can someone like him –“ Martha was shaking her head, the fear in her eyes aging her way beyond her years. Ben quickly went to stand in front of her and pulled her into his arms. “Why is this happening?” Martha sobbed in her husband’s arms. “Why is this happening now?” “It’s going to be alright my love,” he comforted her. “You don’t have anything to worry about. I’m here with you now…there’s nothing to worry about. There is nothing he can do to you now…you’re safe.” Suddenly, Martha lifted her head up to look at him. There was a new determination behind her eyes. “What if we just go back to the US?” “Martha….” He sat down next to her and held her hand. “What are you afraid of? It’s been thirty years since….” “And he’s way more powerful now than he was then!” Martha cried. “What if he discovers I’m in the city? What about Natasha? Oooh, my poor baby….” Ben pulled her into his arms again. “Given the kind of spotlight he’s under right now I don’t think he can do anything stupid. Why don’t you just trust me? I will make sure nothing happens to you or Natasha. “Please honey, don’t cry…just trust me. I know I haven’t been much of a protector to my family but I have finally learnt how to be a better husband and a better father so, trust me.” Martha wanted to trust him, to believe that no harm would come to her or her daughter but even after so many years, the memories still had the power to scare her to death just like they did thirty years ago. She had hoped that time would heal her completely but seeing the face of the man who had shattered her life to pieces on television and hearing the praises being thrown at him like he was some kind of saint made her feel even worse. So many years had passed and she had thought she had changed…how can it be that she hadn’t and he looked like he had? The face she had just seen on the screen might have been the same one she had known all those years back but still, there was something about his eyes…his demeanour that had changed tremendously. The piercing evil eyes and the angry face that had towered over her and made her wish for nothing but death…that face had been replaced by the soft and relaxed features of the nation’s political hero; a humble looking but well-spoken man of honour he had been called. How in heaven could that have happened? In Martha’s eyes, Nataniel Kaponda was the perfect portrayal of the clichéd politician; a wolf in sheep’s clothing. “Right now is not the time for us to get worried or run.” Ben was saying. “If you go back to the US it means he still wins. He doesn’t deserve to win. If you think about it, we are the ones with the upper hand.” Martha gave him a puzzled expression. “We know something about him that might instantly kill his political career if revealed.” He explained. “With the kind of power he now has he can easily do something to silence us. We don’t stand a chance against a man like him.” Martha said. Ben laughed. “That’s where you are wrong my love,” he said. “I did my research on him immediately after you told me about the news you had heard months ago. Do you know who the major corporate sponsor of PfP is?” “Who?” “TMH, Joshua Mulenga.” “What!?” Martha jumped from the bed. Ben was smiling like a man that had suddenly won the lotto. “Yes my love. Do you see where I am going with this? Right now Mulenga is our in-law; our daughter and his son will be getting married soon and let’s not forget, between us there’s Sean. What do you think Kaponda will do when he discovers this?” There was hope finally glowing on Martha’s face. She walked over to her husband who was still seated on the bed, pulled his head back and planted a kiss on his lips. “Genius!” She said, sitting down beside him. “Sometimes I forget that I married a genius. Why hadn’t I thought of that before?” Ben was grinning from ear to ear. “Don’t kill me but I have a suggestion.” He looked at her nervously. “I know it’s going to sound ridiculous…and possibly even risky but you know what they say; sometimes offence is the best kind of defence.” Martha looked disturbed. “What do you mean?” TO BE CONTINUED
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