Hadeh

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Hadeh is a fiction lover, a travel enthusiast, and a reader. When he is not fantasizing about a kingdom that never existed or what loves look like in the era of the missionaries, he would be reading or listening to songs. He loves writing. He wrote a couple of short stories including 'Everything You Need To Know About a Male Dog' (which is on this blog) and 'Welcome To Lagos' (which was shortlisted for the UnionBank Campus Writing Challenge). He shares his stories on Hadehsblog.wordpress.com.

From Home To Rendezvous #10

The next meeting between Martha and Mrs Ajasin was for mourning and celebration. Martha had travelled back to Abeokuta after the whole investigation was completed, carrying the fear of being accused like a heavy burden over her chest, but as soon as Mrs Ajasin saw her she didn’t pick up pebbles and throw it at Martha, she didn’t move back and scream and ran into the house, she didn’t frown and moved past her. She did something different than the cruel things Martha had imagined. She extended her hands and came for a hug, celebrating their reunion properly. It was a reunion and it was mourning a family that was now incomplete, a family of just the females. For Martha, she was crying to say she was sorry for what Mrs Ajasin was facing and would face as a woman who was the only head of the family after losing…

From Home To Rendezvous #9

November 2013 (the present moment) Since the beginning of man has freedom been appreciated, an abstract object that might be paid to get or paid not to get depending on what situation one finds herself. A lady in police custody would gladly pay to get her freedom if she could afford it. Another person surviving to breathe would pay to be admitted on a sickbed, his freedom taken away and tied with a drip hung for him to look up to. But whatever the case of each individual, freedom was a thing of value and each was purchasing freedom from one thing to lose it to another. Martha could argue which of the two sides of freedom was good and which wasn’t. She knew there’s always a clause. Once a person bought freedom from the police custody, he got back to her life – of drinking, partying, misery, responsibilities. The…

From Home To Rendezvous #8

They found a place to sit in a restaurant nearby and Ayo’s first statement sent a cold shiver over Martha. ‘Mum would be happy to see you?’ It was like waking up to see a ghost and Martha’s smile faded. She wasn’t going back home soon, she thought, not now. They sat and after some minutes of staring and smiling, he asked, ‘why did you leave in the first place?’ Your dad was a nuisance. He forced me to have sex with him and he would have used me for as long as he wished. She didn’t say that. She had planned her answer to this kind of questions. She had planned where she would tell the truth. Where? Not in a restaurant and with only Ayo as the audience. And now wasn’t the appropriate time. She was still entangled with a job she wasn’t proud about. ‘I don’t need…

From Home To Rendezvous #7

That night, Martha did not sleep at home. She had some money to lodge in a hotel for two nights and she did. Uchenna would come looking for her at her place and seeing his face could make her die of something she did not know yet – hatred, disappointment, anger, a dose of love, disappointment or all of the above. Two days are enough to get over him in solitude. She locked the door and gulped alcohol like a horse. It burned and she winched, feeling the annoyance in her head replaced by hotness. She crawled like a cat on the cold floor and waited for sleep like a widow waiting for her deceased husband, her vision blurred, her body cold, but she wouldn’t stand from the floor or wore something better than the gown she wore to his place. She laid on her side, her head over her…

From Home To Rendezvous #6

Martha’s wish about the relationship diddled on like a snail. Officer Uchenna was contented to take her out usually to a bar where he asked of sumptuous drinks or to a posh restaurant and never to a clubhouse and there, they would talk about everything – her favourite colour, his love for Fela’s song, his childhood, her love for dancing, some experiences in university to which Martha would bite her lips and wish he could move fast to another topic. Sometimes they drove to the cinema, watch movies and arrange for the next date before she was brought home. They would plan the next meeting and what she would like as a gift and he would bring the gift when she least expected. ‘Can you marry someone that is younger than your sister?’ she had asked out of the blue one night, surprising herself with the way the words rolled…

From Home To Rendezvous #5

Sophia and Rugged came to the police station in the morning. The officer had asked her to call someone and she had only thought of Sophia and no one else. She was happy that she showed up but she kept quiet when she was called out of the cell and didn’t acknowledge her. She was told to say her side of the story and before she could finish she was soaked in tears. Rugged listened carefully without fretting; Sophia moved closer and hugged Martha. When she finished, Rugged said they should excuse him, so they left and stood outside of the new officer’s office, awkward silence falling between them. They stood apart and Sophia folded her hands over her chest. She was quiet and watching. Martha expected she would say another word – that she would advise her like she used to do, that she would correct her where she…

From Home To Rendezvous #4

The next Saturday was her first time as a stripper. Aunty Sophia had given her another short gown in her collections and Martha drank two cups of alcohol to feel, as Sophia said, a little wild. She wore a blonde wig, she was helped with her makeup, and her sandals were as high as the thread of a staircase. The red light of the club adored her skin. Two girls were already on the podium, the bar wasn’t crowded yet and the few men who were around were interested in drinks and gabbing. She took her position around the pole and started dancing. She had practised with Aunty Sophia. The lady had given her time to tutor her about everything. They would sit together on a dull evening and talk about lighting up the evening. What they had both meant was coming to the club, learning pole dancing and how…

From Home To Rendezvous #3

October 2010 (Three Years Ago) Martha had just arrived in Lagos. She went to the club which would eventually become her place of work although she did not know it yet. She had arrived a day ago into the hands of her new guardian, Sophia. When she arrived, Sophia had peered at her for long and nodded her head, a smile spread on her bedizened face, which Martha believed had ruined her beauty. It was many months later that Martha would know that the simple nod was an acknowledgement that she would succeed in the ‘business.’ She was at home on the first day while Sophia went to work. She didn’t ask where she worked. Visitors, as she had learned, do not ask many questions. Sophia would tell her when the time was appropriate. So she sat at home on the leather settee, her shoes removed so as not to…

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