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Observing things…June 11, 2015 at 11:24 am #228488williams kaduna boiParticipant
It’s a wonderful Sunday morning.
It should be a wonderful Sunday morning. The sun is out,
shining bright in the sky, the birds are singing, there is a cool
morning breeze pervading the entire place, an aftermath no
doubt of the rains that fell last night. I have just seen Nina off
(she spent the night) and we even shared a little kiss, before
the okada man, grinning from ear to ear, zoomed off with her
on the passenger seat. She had given me the address of her
place but had to leave early so as to go to church and also
prepare the place for her visitors when they arrived. We had a
lovely time yesterday…so it should be a beautiful morning.
So why do I feel so sad?
Yesterday had been wonderful, we made it to Sadi’s place
without any incident and there was already a live band playing.
We ordered some drinks and a large barbecued catfish
garnished with shrimps, tomatoes and onion rings. The fish
had been roasted in foil paper at just the right temperature
such that it had a crispy thin outer layer which had somehow
trapped the essence of the various spices and fruit recipe Sadi
herself had formulated to give a unique and heavenly taste. I
never got tired of it and Nina, this being her first time of tasting
it, absolutely enjoyed it. I had ordered a chilled cucumber and
pineapple cocktail for Nina and a bottle of Smirnoff ice for
myself. The atmosphere had been relaxing and entertaining
and before we knew it we had forgotten our issues. We
ordered more drinks, Nina taking a Smirnoff this time and a
bottle of cold Star beer for me. We talked about the office, our
families, our schools, our friends; we talked about a lot. And I
saw then that Nina was even more vivacious, even more full of
life than I had previously imagined.
We were halfway in the middle of a conversation and I had
suggested we finish it in my place. I know, I know, it was a
flimsy excuse but she didn’t complain. We got to my place
about six o’clock, just as the rain had started to fall. We
watched a movie, found out that we shared the same
fondness for songs and played a few tracks as we talked. By
ten o’clock she became sleepy and asked what she could use
as a Nightie. I went into the cupboard and found a large Pooh
Bear T-shirt. It fit her perfectly. I left her to have her bath in
the bathroom and went to see about the sleeping
arrangements. I pulled out the couch in the parlour (the chair
that could become a sofa) and set it up, and then I went to
change the bed sheets in the room. She had gone into the
bathroom with her dress, one of my towels and the T-shirt I
gave her. I was still fixing up the bed when I heard a noise, on
turning around there she was, looking lovely and smelling
heavenly. I wanted to have her there and then, to make her
mine, but I remembered my promise…
She came towards me, smiling that her intoxicating
“Still being the perfect gentleman?” she asked coyly.
“For as long as you want me to be…” I replied with a low growl.
She giggled and pushed me out of the room. I feigned
resistance a bit then went to have my own bath. By the time I
had gotten dressed she had put out the bedroom lights and
apparently gone to sleep. I sighed and went to the couch.
I had slept in that couch many a time when watching movies in
my parlour. Never had it felt as uncomfortable as it did last
night. I tossed and turned, put on the Air conditioning and put
it off again. Sleep became as elusive as the real Santa Claus
on a cold Christmas night. My mind kept going back to that
warm body lying on the bed, the curves of those hips, the
loveliness of that bosom. My throat for some reason was very
dry. I decided to visit the kitchen to get a drink and in so doing
passed across the bedroom door. It was slightly ajar and dark
inside, the only source of light coming from the bedside lamp.
I was on my way back from the kitchen when I heard her
“Is that you, chuks? Please come in… I can’t go to sleep.”
I came in and, without a word, snuggled up behind her. She
sighed and nodded approvingly and then closed her eyes. I did
too, for a few seconds, and then opened them again. I mean,
her neck was just there, so I gave it a brush with my lips. She
shivered and I caressed her neck with my lips a little more,
starting from the top of the neck muscle and going all the way
down to its base. She sighed again and I dared to raise my
hands in a caress of her supple neck and shoulders and then
down the curves of her hips and back. I felt her warm body
curve against mine as I continued my sensual assault but just
as I was about to feel the weight of her bosom, I heard a
gentle sob. I paused a bit and soon, I heard it again. She was
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
“Nothing.” She said. “Okay, maybe something. I’m sorry
chuks, I want you, I really do, but…but…”
“You made a promise.” I said simply.
“And you keep your promises,” I said.
“Well so do I,” I said good naturedly. “I’m switching back to
perfect gentleman mode.”
She laughed a little.
“I’m really sorry chuks” She said quietly. “Can we just…”
“Say no more.” I said. I cuddled her and she went to sleep.
I had awakened this morning to the sounds of movement and
when I looked at the time it was a few minutes to seven. I had
eventually slept off more than an hour later last night despite
numerous protests from every cell in my body. I rubbed my
eyes and looked around the room. She had already gotten
dressed and when she saw I was awake she pulled me out of
the bed to escort her to the junction. She explained that she
had to be in church by nine and her room was a mess and she
had to go fix the place up for her visitors…
It was supposed to be a wonderful Sunday morning.
But I kept getting this feeling that today would mark the end of
my relationship with Nina.June 11, 2015 at 11:30 am #228489williams kaduna boiParticipant
By three o clock in the afternoon I received a call from Nina. I
was to come over to her place; there was someone she
wanted me to meet. I got dressed in my Sunday best and hired
a taxi. It took about an hour for me to get to the address she
had described. It was an estate that was built a year ago;
highly fenced with barbed wire adorned around the perimeter
and security guards at the main gate. The houses still looked
like the paint hadn’t dried from the walls. Hers was one of the
smaller buildings, daintily placed within a hedge of well
cultivated hibiscus plants. There was a Toyota jeep parked in
front of the entrance and I didn’t need any supernatural
powers to see that whoever owned it was financially well off.
There was a driver relaxing on the front seat, his window
wound down, playing some highlife music. The windows of the
jeep were tinted and so it was difficult to see inside. I hailed
the driver who nodded nonchalantly and went back to his
relaxing. I walked up to the door, listening for any sign of a
conversation and heard none. I knocked and waited a while,
finally hearing some shuffling and then the door opened.
“Hello Chukwudi, so nice to see you! Please come in.” Nina
seemed to want my visit to be impromptu so I smiled and
played along. Her place was decently furnished and seemed to
be a room and parlour affair. There was a single yellow 3
seater sofa sited at the edge of the room and directly opposite
was a fairly large flat screen television mounted on the wall
below which was a DSTV decoder and a DVD player. A portrait
of Nina and some guy was on the wall facing the door. The
guy in the picture seemed friendly enough; I would admit he
even looked handsome. And then I saw him in real life.
He was in a wheelchair, one of the expensive ones, with a kind
of joystick attached to the right handle, which powered a small
motor for movement. He looked like he would be about my
height if he stood up. The body hugging grey T-shirt did little to
hide his slim features and his blue jeans matched well polished
black shoes. The face was not changed much from the one in
the picture, but the demeanor could have belonged to
someone else. He looked restless, a little unkempt, and mean.
Wrinkle lines below his eyes and cheek betrayed a face that
was no stranger to frowning. He didn’t seem sad, just…
frustrated. He watched me come in like I was an intruder
come to steal meat from his pot of soup.
His father however, was a different character. Seated on the
sofa, with two men standing on either side of him, he reminded
me of the village chiefs that stared in our popular Nollywood
movies. His attire was native regalia adorned with red and
gold. On his head was a red cap adorned with feathers and his
neck and wrists were covered with gold necklaces and a gold
watch. Probably fake I thought to myself. Real gold wouldn’t
glitter like that. His bodyguards wore simple native attires of
the same colour only theirs was not as expensive looking as
his. They didn’t meet y eye once during my entire short visit
although the man himself was smiling politely at me. Nina
quickly did the introductions.
“Daddy, Obi, this is chukwudi, my colleague at work and a
good friend. Chuks, this is Obi and his Father, Mr A****
“Mr.? Isn’t he a Chief?” I asked. Nina looked down shyly and
Mr A**** laughed.
“Why do you think I’m a chief?” He asked between his laughs.
“Because of your magnificent outfit sir.” I countered smiling. I
was beginning to like this man. It was obvious he was a jovial
“How do you do.” Obi said simply and without smiling.
“I am fine thanks,” I replied. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Obi.
Nina has told me a lot about you.”
“Has she?” He replied with some sarcasm. He looked her way
menacingly and she fled from his stare. “She talks too much
“Well, they were nice things. About how kind and friendly you
are.” I said with a bit of sarcasm.
Obi sighed and said nothing. I was beginning to feel really
sorry for Nina. His father interrupted.
“Chuks, is it?” he said. “Have you known Nina long?”
“About a few months; she’s a nice girl and very hardworking.”
“What about you? Where is your family?” he asked.
“They are in the village. I go to see them at least once a year,
work allowing. It’s not as frequent as I would like though.” I
“Oh, that’s all right,” he replied. “Obi here never used to come
home until after the accident. Said school was too busy.
Where he gets the extra time now baffles me.”
“Father, please don’t start again,” Obi replied.
I had to say, I liked the old man instantly. He was friendly and
polite while Obi was bitter, angry and withdrawn. I reasoned it
was probably because of his condition. Throughout the visit he
never smiled once, hardly engaging in conversation except to
order Nina around. His father seemed to notice his son’s
behavior and chided him occasionally, a gesture I was grateful
for since I couldn’t do anything in defense of Nina without
betraying my feelings for her. The two bodyguards stood
throughout the visit and more or less did not participate. It
made for a bit of a formal atmosphere. Once in a while Nina
would steal a private glance at me and smile encouragingly,
but other than that, we didn’t relate much. She served us all
food, rice and stew with chicken, a Sunday classic. Her
cooking was delicious and I complimented her. She accepted
graciously and her father-in-law to be commended her for a
job well done. Obi ate in silence and said nothing.
After about half an hour, I decided it was time to go and
announced my departure. Mr A**** seemed genuinely sorry to
see me leave and asked where I stayed and I told him. He said
he was going to pick up something in the same direction and
he would drop me as soon as he collected a note for Nina’s
parents. I thanked him and he quickly whispered to one of the
guards who escorted me outside to the jeep.
“Wait,” I heard a voice and turned around to see that Obi had
followed us. He drove up in his wheelchair and looked at me
from head to toe. Then he gave a nasty laugh.
“She’s mine, you know.” He said.
“I know,” I said. “You are a lucky guy.”
“Luck?” he said and laughed again. It was the most irritating
laugh I had ever heard. “Luck has nothing to do with it. I just
want you to know that whatever you try when I’m not around
is not going to work. She will always come back to me. So
don’t waste your time.” Then he turned and went back into the
Overly confident bast.ard on a wheel chair! I thought.
The bodyguard was already seated at the front so I opened the
back door and climbed inside the jeep. After a while Obi’s
father came out with a smiling Nina in his arms and Obi
grumpily following in his wheelchair. He thanked her again and
said he’ll be back later to pick up his son. I couldn’t help but
feel that the connection between her father-in-law to be and
herself was much stronger than that between her and her
fiancé. He entered into the back seat beside me, leaving the
other bodyguard with his son. We waved and were off.
It was a bit dark inside the jeep, probably because of the tinted
glasses. Mr A**** was quietly reading a newspaper, the air
conditioning was on and I was feeling a little bit awkward.
Suddenly Mr A**** spoke
“Do I make you feel uncomfortable?”
“No sir,” I replied. “Quite the contrary. You are very kind for
offering to drop me at my place.”
“It’s not a problem,” he replied smiling. “You do see
uncomfortable though. Or is it my bodyguards?” I was a little
uncomfortable now, as I didn’t know where he was heading to
with all the questions.
“Well sir, you must be a very important person for them to
follow you everywhere.”
He looked at me hard for a while, then nodded congenially and
went back to reading his paper. I was about to ask about his
son’s health when I received a text message. It was Nina.
“I’m cool,” I replied.
“Did you see anything out of the ordinary?”
“No, your fiancé is clean. nothing on him at all” And
considering his demeanor, i found that to be odd, although i
didn’t tell her that.
“I’m sorry if he was rude. Has his dad dropped you off?”
“We are still in traffic. He’s a good man. Apart from his native
regalia and bodyguards, I think he’s okay too. Who dresses
like that these days?”.
There was a pause before I received the next message.
“What are you talking about? My father-in-law wore a suit to my
house. He seldom wears native attires. And he didn’t come with
My hands started to shake. Realization dawned on me as I
looked at him sharply. He was still reading his newspaper
quietly but what he said next chilled me to the bone.
“So.” Said Mr A**** in a menacing voice. “You can see .”
The last thing I remember was the bodyguard suddenly
passing his hand through the seat and making a grab at my
throat. Then all went black.June 11, 2015 at 11:42 am #228495KingsbestParticipant
A perfect gentleman you are indeed! Hope appreciates your gentleman behaviour cos some gals believes dat a guy who spent d night with a gal & cldn’t take tinz 2 d next level is a weakling & not man enough.
Lets c wot u’d c again when u eventually visit her & relate with her visitors…………June 11, 2015 at 11:50 am #228500MrayParticipant
What! Oh my!!!!!!