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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…

Getting Laid

By Martins Toritseju You know how it is as a young guy trying to explore his sexuality, especially while on campus. You put yourself out there trying to get some attention from the ladies. You use all the showmanship in you to get girls to like you. But it’s not easy for a lot of guys; especially the ones who have no clue what to do to win a girl over. For those guys, it’s rocket science to get a girl to even notice you, howbeit be interested in you. And sadly, I was one of those guys. So you should see how excited I was when during the course of our WhatsApp chat, Amaka agreed to come over to my place to visit me that coming Sunday. Amaka was a course mate but I was one year ahead of her in the University, and in my third year. Ever…

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…

Long Night #17

Rosaline stood before the bed in her matching red lace undies. The whip in her hand called for her to use it. She steeled herself and resisted the urge to lash the young man on the bed. Her men were outside waiting for her. She had ordered them out minutes after her current prey had woken up. Before they left though, she had asked them to tie him spread-eagled to the four corners of the bed. This man for all his flaws and extreme stupidity was an attractive young man. She had to have him, if only once before she sent him on his way to dance in the pits of hell. She flicked the whip against her palm slowly. “I have to say,” She said seductively, “you are an attractive young man.” Kunle nodded. Sweat covered his brows. He was not sure what was going on. This woman, whoever…

Long Night #16

It had been a week since Morayo had last seen Daniel. She lay awake in her room, staring blankly at the ceiling. Her eyes were red and itchy from all the crying she had done. She heard Tomi and Segun outside her door. They sounded so far away. She knew they were trying to cheer her up and lift her spirits, but they were not Daniel. There were some things that a best friend and a brother could not cure. She remembered the day she had told Daniel what had happened. The look of pain and anger that settled on his face had ripped her heart out her chest. How did he not understand that she had done it for him? She had had no choice. It was either that or… She shuddered at the thought of all the possible things Kunle could have done to Daniel if she had…

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…

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