Dugo

Dugo #6

Breakfast, being a combination of sliced bread and burnt eggs, tasted bland. Ace wasn’t into it, having engaged himself in a phone call with a friend. It was one of those, quiet wet mornings when one could hear the sound of the rain over the roof. He picked his cup of Masala tea and left the dining table to the living room. The television was on, but the cloudy weather made viewing most of the cable channels difficult. Ace switched off the television and sipped what was left of his tea. He listened to his friend for a while longer before putting his phone away. He went to Dugo’s door. He had heard her moving about earlier, which was an unusual thing for her on a Sunday. She usually stayed in on Sundays, coming out only at noon after studying. He knocked on the door. “Come in.” He pushed the…

Dugo #5

She didn’t want it happening this fast. She had planned to take her time with him, to get into his mind and heart slowly, to have him invest in her, and then bring him to ruin. But here they were. Tipsy and out of his mind, he was. Face over hers, eyes wanting to devour her. He had already talked about his failed marriage and how broken he had been after his wife of six years left him. He had also talked about being a disappointment to his late father. All of this had been triggered by the unexpected appearance of his ex-wife at Wendy’s party. The woman was some sort of gem to the parents of the pupils in the school. A good number of them had attended the party. She had also been the school’s administrator, running its affairs under the guidance of Luper’s father, even while they…

Dugo #4

There was a certain glow on her skin he had never seen before. She radiated with exquisiteness from where she sat. Her laughter seemed to come from a place of freedom. The gleam in her eye was something that was almost alien to him. He used to be acquainted with it, back when all they had in their relationship were moments of sunshine. His caramel… In those days they nursed grand dreams. He had promised her the world. She had believed in him. But the years passed and the gleam went away with the dreams. It was painful that he was just realizing how much she had lost being with him. She seemed happier now. Dumping him appeared to be a good decision in the end. He didn’t want to spoil the moment she was having with her friends, and so he sat, four tables away from her, and watched…

Dugo #3

“You weren’t going to show me this until I asked about your past?” Dugo was amused at the expression displayed on Ace’s face as he lifted his eyes from her laptop and cast them on her. It was as though he was just realizing that she was a woman. The expression also came with X-Ray vision. She could tell he was trying to find on her the same assets he was viewing on the laptop. She had just presented him with one of her porn videos. Ace was having a jaw-dropping moment. “But seriously, this cannot be you.” His eyed had been drawn to the video again. She gave him some time with it, and when he found his voice once more, he asked if she truly was the one. “Yes.” “Deedee Holiday?” “Watched any of my stuff before?” “No. Just seeing it and I’m stunned. She doesn’t look like…

Dugo #2

His relationship ended with a smashed camera. Four years of invested emotions tumbled off the ledge of a window that was three floors up and hit the ground. Ace held his breath, cringing, as he watched the camera meet its untimely death. He had been careless with it a few seconds ago, having placed it on the ledge so that he could taste the rich goodness of his spicy Masala tea. His elbow then nudged the device and sent it tumbling down. Behind him sat his girlfriend. His only love. His lifeline on many occasions. It was she who had gifted him the camera just a week ago. It cost her almost a quarter of a million. She wanted to support his newly-found love for photography. What was he going to tell her? “I’m going down to get it,” he announced, hurrying out the door. She gave no reply. He…

Dugo #1

Dugo grasped both plaques with firm hands. She felt their bumpy curves making dents on the insides of her sweaty palms. Her name had just been called again, nominated for the third time. There was applause, and with it murmurings of surprise from the audience. Everyone was shocked that she was getting this much accolades. But why should they? Hadn’t she worked hard for this? Hadn’t she fought her way to the top, sold her soul, and seared her conscience to get here? She deserved this. She deserved more, but… “Und der Gewinner ist…” the tall, blonde woman on stage with massive breasts, an orange tan and a vagina dress announced in German. There was suspense. This was the big one. The award for the best international act. According to some, Dugo didn’t deserve this award. She was a German citizen already. No longer considered a Nigerian. The Venus Awards…

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