Biyankavitch

Biyankavitch #7

Archie wasn’t sure he was normal. He was certain his mind was on its way to losing itself. There he sat, in the company of three of the sexiest women he had laid his eyes on, all of them next to nude, but he was miles away from them, his thoughts on Bianca. His mind had been on this undertaking of seeking Bianca at the oddest moments. Thoughts of her would occupy him unexpectedly, forcing him to recall the intimate sessions they had shared. Sometimes they would leave him smiling to himself. Other times, they gave him reason to worry. Why had she suddenly become a distraction? Why did he feel like he constantly needed to be with her? Why did he want to threaten his present existence with fantasies of bolting away to some place with her? This was the night before his wedding, his bachelor’s eve, when he…

Biyankavitch #6

Days stretched into weeks and months and years. No leads to finding Bianca were given to Idris and Victoria, and all access Idris had to Captain was blocked. Idris had paid more than a few good private investigators to look for Bianca, but nothing good came out of the search. The couple of times Victoria visited Captain to demand Bianca’s whereabouts, Captain demanded for sexual favors in exchange for information. Victoria was now a woman who controlled Idris’ empire, a phoenix that had risen from the death of the simpleton she once used to be. Ambitious and ruthless, she had taken over the operations of the Bahago Farms after coming into a mutual agreement with Idris, to help expand the business across Africa. She had learned a thing or two from her past and had become steely in her deals. It was believed that she had made people disappear who…

Biyankavitch #5

“You must be losing your mind, Vicky.” The anger in Idris’ voice was something old and rancorous. It came from a place of disremembered memories. Victoria found his eyes burning into her when she looked into the mirror. He had a manner of expressing his anger in calm. It took a lot to get a fiery reaction from him. Inside he could be frothing with venom while he left a smile on his face. This character had made him a dangerous man to toy with in the past. He always struck his enemies with the same hands he used in feeding them. Victoria kept her stare in the mirror. It was neither cheeky nor welcoming. She denied him the pleasure of a reaction as she engaged herself in her nightly routine of warm coconut oil body massage. He had just returned home. It was almost midnight and she wasn’t sure…

Biyankavitch #4

Muna snuck into the Bahago house a little past 4 a.m., after her fifth can of beer began to taste like piss. She wasn’t a drunk, but sometimes she found solace in a can or two. Tonight, she had needed more, looking for that usual relief, but the beer left her empty and sore, and with recollections of what she had done to Archie. Also recollections of her actions after she left his place. She had driven to see her ex who had pinned her to the wall, spread her legs apart as he nailed her while choking her. The sex had given her temporary relief, especially at the point when she almost passed out while at the peak of her orgasm. Afterwards, the emptiness returned. Thoughts of losing Archie for good left her scared. She was more afraid of the shame she was going to face if he pushed…

Biyankavitch #3

Tanko’s shocking return had awakened the entire Bahago family. They had gathered around him like he was the eighth wonder of the world. This was a man that had disappeared and had been buried; five years he was gone, but here he sat amongst them, in flesh and blood. He was not the Tanko they knew, but he was the son and brother they had lost. For Tsakani, he was unreal. This had to be his twin. Someone was screwing with her head. If she could have fainted a second time, she would have, and maybe awoken to find it was all a dream; but not to see his face searching hers curiously as he had done. But all she could do was take in every detail about him she could absorb, starting from his head to his feet, and then she would stop and shiver. If he looked at…

Biyankavitch #2

Read Episode 1 of Biyankavitch here Tsakani winced when she heard the front door slam. There was an instant drop in her mood as she picked out Pero’s footsteps approaching the bedroom. The weightless sounds of laughter from her sons playing outside were replaced by Pero’s cranky voice on the phone. The door creaked at his entrance. Tsakani forced her eyes on the clothes in front of her. She was engaged in the activity of folding them into one of three bags she was packing. Pero stayed by the door, still on the phone, but eyes on her. His prayer mat was wedged underneath his armpit. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said in Yoruba to the person he was conversing with. Tsakani wished he could go on with the phone call and give her the solitude she desired. She wished he had returned to the office after the asr…

Biyankavitch #1

For everyone who missed when I first published this, I’m sharing this first episode of Biyankavitch again. There was a major downtime from my host and I lost some posts. I apologize for the inconvenience. The gangly policeman who wore his beret on his forehead and went about with droopy shoulders was going to kill somebody tonight. It didn’t matter who. He was going to wrap long fingers around somebody’s neck and smother them for waking him up from a much-desired nap. He hadn’t winked an eye in three days. From a sick toddler, to a troublesome wife, a desk plagued with cases and a boss that ordered him around like an errand boy, the man had had to endure more than he normally took. The station was understaffed and so he found himself doing the job of two or more police officers. Sometimes, it felt like he was carrying…

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