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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…

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…

Long Night #15

Morayo was busy on her computer at work that morning. The morning everything went wrong. It all started when Kunle had walked into her office. Her secretary had followed him in, an apologetic look on her face. She had dismissed the little woman with a wave of her hand. “What do you want?” She asked as he sat down uninvited, “I thought I made it clear that I did not want to see you anymore?” Kunle had a sly smile on his face. He remained silent, his gaze leveled directly at Morayo. “I said what do you want from me Kunle?” Morayo replied, her voice rising slightly. The very sight of the man, made her blood boil. She could not stand him in the least. Kunle’s lips parted to reveal a toothy grin. “Patience little Morayo, I will make things clear very soon.” His phone rang after that and he…

A Flame Goes Out

A FLAME GOES OUT – A story by Precious Emmanuel The father peers at the sheet of paper in disbelief. On it is written, in his son’s chaotic scrawl, the words “I stare down into the abyss. Satan welcomes me with open arms. I walk into his wide embrace. Where has God been all this while?” As he reads the verse over and over again, the words bouncing around in his skull like a table tennis ball, the disbelief changes very swiftly into anger. He stomps to his room and selects a thick, black, sturdy leather belt. Small, decorative metal balls are embedded in the leather. Demola would see. That boy would see. Writing this kind of rubbish in his house. An SS2 boy. He would see today. Whatever was making him do nonsense like this would jump out today. “Demola!” No answer. This boy. He had always been stubborn,…

From Home To Rendezvous #2

Abeokuta was the same city after three years. It was the same familiar buildings, the touch of the sun over the city’s roofs, and only the feeling was different, the feeling of one daughter returning to her mother after a long sundering. She had looked from one corner to another, not with the aim to see something entirely new, but to see the quotidian things newly, that it was the same as she used to know, the road, the filling stations, the government buildings. Their house still wore the same brown colour, fainting and dull. Bishop’s Toyota was parked at a corner of the house. She heard that he bought a new car a year ago, but the car wasn’t anything new as it was parked. Dust and mud covered the body, a blinker was broken and a little crack was on the rear windshield. At the other corner, there…

Leaving

The day Dad left, I was in school. There was a quiz competition and I was representing my school. I was in Primary 5. Buses belonging to the competing schools were parked in the school car park, emblazoned with names like Apex Comprehensive School, Fountain of Knowledge Comprehensive Nursery and Primary School, Excellence Nursery and Primary School… names like that. At the final stage, it was me and one other child. I can no longer remember if it was a girl or boy. I just know that the child had on huge glasses and looked like a genius. We had gone ten rounds, and facts and trivia I had learned for the quiz was almost exhausted. I was almost shivering in trepidation. Not this child though. This child still had a confident, almost smug grin on its face. Until the child got a question wrong. The grin was replaced with…

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