CHAPTER 4: WHO AM I?

Chapter 4

The second day after Harry’s visit, the victim’s wife came and said she had dropped charges all against me. I couldn’t believe myself. Within minutes, Dave ensured the paperwork was done. I was free. Dave didn’t waste time, he grabbed my hand and let me to his car. As he inserted the key to turn on the engine, another car pulled behind us- it was a Bentley. Harry came out of the Bentley it with a smile. Harry, 45 years and one of the richest man in town.

‘Fuck it!’ Dave gnashed his teeth. ‘Mother… fucker! I thought I asked him to come by ten.’

‘It’s past ten, Dave.’ I said.

‘Shut the fuck up!’ Dave snorted angrily.

‘I will take it from here Dave.’ Harry said as he leaned over the window.

‘Sure.’ Dave smiled. ‘I was bringing her over to your place anyways.’ He lied. I know he was already thinking of fuckin me.

Harry held me by the arm and pulled me, gently, towards his car.

‘Why are you doing this?’ I asked Harry in whisper, scared. ‘Please.’ I pleaded.

‘Relax honey, you are safe now.’ Harry smiled as he guided me gently to the back seat. I must admit he still looked charming in my thoughts. ‘I secured your release, Kate, and it is only fair that I ensure that you look beautiful.’

‘Kate?’ I asked as I tried to get out of the car. ‘My name is not Kate! Let me out!’ I shouted.

Harry only smiled an adjusted his suit. He let me get out and ran to Dave.

‘You better tell her Dave. I will be right in my car. She’s got five minutes.’ Henry opened the door and slipped through.

‘What is going on, Dave?’ I asked, scared. ‘You promised to…’

‘Listen, I know what I promised. But you see, Harry over there ensured you are release and all charges dropped. He paid off the woman with a large sum to stop pressing charges and admit that it was a mistake. We never filed the evidence. Harry promised to get you a new identity, so that you can have a new life.’

I was happy and surprised. ‘Why didn’t you tell me this?’

‘Well, I thought we could have some nice time before he came.’ Dave said, like a guilty schoolboy. ‘I didn’t know he would be this early.

I sighed and hated him. All he ever wanted was sex. He would have denied me a life time opportunity to erase my crime record. As a Mexican, I had no chance of survival. I don’t need criminal records as voluminous as a dictionary before I was casted away. Like Pablo would say, nor being white is a deadly crime on its own!

‘But, what would Harry want from me? I cannot pay him back- I have no money.’ I asked as I made to go to the Bentley.

‘Are you kidding me? What do you think is gonna be the first thing every guy who sees you wants from you?’

‘Sex?’

‘Yeah! Just fuck him and get off it!’ He shouted angrily. ‘And don’t forget, after you are done with him, you still have a deal with me!’


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CHAPTER 3: WHO AM I?

CHAPTER 3

Few hours later, I was a passenger in his car- he chatted away his life. He kept calling me an angel, something I could never be. Maybe before I left Harry, my ex-husband, one could say I am an angel, but not after. The police said they found Harry's car at his garage, but he was never found. He just disappeared.

Henry was already making me feel loved and I wondered if that was my last stop in my ever revolving world around my past. For months, I have tried to live a decent life as I move from one city to the other- changing names and assuming identities.

Harry left me with massive wealth that could last me for a lifetime. But he disappeared and was never found. Neither his flesh, nor his bones, ever resurfaced.

Harry was a jerk who would beat me at every opportunity. Once, I was left wet, at a cocktail party, after he threw the champagne in his cup, in my face and emptied a whole bottle on me by breaking it on my head, just because another man complimented my beauty and I smiled. He was jealous but influential, so, he usually got away with everything, every offence he had ever meted to me.

I had been called many names for not leaving him, but little did they knew that if I did, I would be left with nothing. I would be poorer than the historic church rat and would have to look over my shoulders as I move.

When I was twenty one, Dave, a detective, arrested me for robbery and the victim wife was all ready to ensure that I rot in jail. Especially since I rendered her husband, whom I shot at the back, spineless and confined to the wheel chair.

Pablo had introduced me to car hijacking. It really did help paid for my new apartment and a fair lifestyle of luxury. I was always the bait. We used so many tactics, ranging from hitch-hiking to acting like my car broke down. Pablo and his guys would then pounce on the unsuspecting driver and BAAAM…. There goes his car. We never fired a single shot, even though our guns were always loaded.

One day, we ran into a problem- we snatched a car belonging to a badass police officer, who fought back. Suddenly, bullets began to fly. The police office and his wife had the upper hand. They shot down three guys and made Pablo beg for his life. The wife, also a police office, suggested that they arrest him, but the husband wanted instant justice. He was sure, one of the hiatoric bad cops. He said they would claim Pablo was shot during the gun battle.

I cowered by the side of my car, hoping to remain unnoticed. I held on to a gun, but couldn’t fire a shot. Nobody taught me to.  I listened the couple argue about Pablo, but it appeared the husband, who insisted on shooting Pablo, was not ready to shift his stand.Pablo started rambling in Spanish- telling me how a coward I am. He said I should do something and save him because he saved me from being hanged, back in Mexico. I wasn’t thinking, I sprang to my feet and started shooting in all direction. Both hands on the grip, eyes closed. Suddenly, there was a hard punch to my head, and I passed out.

I woke up in the cell, with Dave frowning down at me.

‘You’re a tough bitch, you know?’

‘Where am i?’ I asked as my head hammered.

‘Look around, I think your guess couldn’t go wrong. You did realised you shot a police officer, right? You should be thankful that his wife was a nice lady. I would shoot you dead. You’re still gonna spend a lifetime in jail, anyways.’

‘Where’s Pablo?’ I asked as I sat up in my cosy cell.

‘You mean the guy who tried to run when u started to shoot? He’s dead.’

My life flashed in my eyes in seconds. I would definitely rot in jail.

Luckily for me, Dave and Harry would always play poker every weekend; while at the game, Dave talked about the pretty blonde being detained, ready to be charged to court. Dave thought Harry could press some buttons in high places due to his high influence, to secure my release.

Harry came to the precinct the next day and I could swore over and over that he was wowed. I stood with all elegance, holding the iron bars as he walked around like a lion would, around his prey.

Then, he began to ask questions- and since Pablo was dead, I was clear to lie as much as I could. I said, Pablo was holding my mom as a hostage in Mexico, and she would stay alive as long as I play ball and assist in car hijacking.

Harry knew I was lying- I knew that with the way he chuckled. But he wasn’t bothered. He said that Dave said many things about my beauty, and he had to come to the precinct to see for himself. He wasn’t disappointed. But what Dave didn’t tell Henry was that he has been having sex with me in his car for almost a week, ever since I was slammed against the bar. He wanted Harry to secure my realea, so that he could continue.

Dave had come to me, the second night I was locked up and took me to his car to talk. He promised to help me out if only I would allow him have sex with me and if only I promised to always allow him continue, even after he influenced my release. I agreed and we always had sex every night in his car, until I got fed up and said if he wanted more, he should get me released. I knew he had been stalling my being charged to the court by claiming that investigation was ongoing,  even when the bullet matched the number from the gun they got on me!


I told Henry where to stop.

‘You stay in a hotel?’ Henry asked as I asked him to pull over.

‘Yes.’ I replied, unfastening the seatbelt.

‘Can I come in?’ He asked.

I flashed him a fierce look that could have killed him instantly, if it were to be a spear. I knew he wasn’t expecting a ‘No’ for that.

‘No.’ I replied and tried to open the door.

He pulled me back with my arm and smiled. ‘I insist.’ He said.

I was silent, but was already angry. My heart beat fast like a deer on the run, and my breath, hot as a furnace. He must have took that for fear. They all do, but I only didn’t want to hurt him like I did Harry and the rest. I looked at his broken nose and smiled.

‘No.’ I repeated.

His nails dug deep into my skin. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pain. I wanted him to hurt me, so that I can every reason to hurt him harder. It always feel good if they are bad and it makes me guilt-free. It was already dark and the parking lot was deserted- I could get hurt. I opened my eyes and smiled again,

‘Okay. But you cannot stay for the night.’ I said. Hoping that he grabbed the bait. He did.

‘Thank you.’ He said, and released my arm.

He opened the gloves compartment and brought out his gun. He tucked it into his trouser and smile.

‘Just in case you are thinking of acting funny.’ He smiled again and I smiled back. ‘I saw what you did to that big guy at the bar. You are beautiful, but I won’t be taking any chances.’

‘Henry, you don’t need to bring a gun and order for sex- if you want it, all you gotta do is ask.’ I tried to ease him up before he lost his control.

‘Nay, I order and take it by force. It’s like a hobby for me. You won’t understand.’

Oh, I did- you are a psychopath. I said within me. A serial abuser, a rapist and …

‘You know, I visit places like the beach, restaurants, zoos, and so on, to pick up lonely girls. I always ensure I have my way. Some, they agree, some, I force.’

‘You ever killed anyone, Harry?’

‘The name is Henry, bitch.' He said. 'And yes, I have, but not in this town. You realised I have to move from one town to the other.’

‘So do I.’ I tried to remain calm as we climbed the stairs to my apartment.

We walked the stairs in silence. I took the time to reminisce more about Dave and Harry.

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CAHPTE 2: WHO AM I?

Chapter 2

‘Hey beautiful,’ a voice shrieked above me.
I looked up, it was a male- tall and not very handsome. He held a bottle of water in his hands as he tried to smile.

‘Hi.’ I replied and looked away, with the hope that he will leave me alone.

I didn’t want any trouble, not anymore- especially from males. My beautiful body has always gotten me into a mess and nothing more. Big hips, skin as a silk, nice dentures, a very intimidating camel toe wedged between my thighs and big boobs with large and pointed nipples. I turned slowly, tried to cover my features by lying face down- but I was wrong, I only succeeded in arousing his sexual interest as I faced him with my great and wide butt.

‘Can I sit beside you?’ He asked. But that was only it, because he already sat in the sands by my side.

I quickly turned around and sat up. For the first time, I saw the smile on his face very clearly- it was beautifully evil. Just like Harry’s, just like Jose’s, just like…no, not Dave. Dave rarely smiles.

‘My name is Henry.’ He said as he stretched out his hands to me.

‘Harry’? I asked.

‘Harry? No, no, Henry. Not Harry. I mean Henry as in…’

‘I get it.’ I said and drew my eyes on his shorts that has bulged with great excitement. I fixed my gaze on him. I shook my head.

‘I’m sorry about that.’ He managed to let out a short laugh. ‘It’s just that…’ he smiled and covered his bulge, ‘you are such an angel with exceptional beauty.’

I nodded, unimpressed. ‘I get that a lot,’ I replied and stood up, ‘but trust me, it never ended up good.’

‘Why is that?’ He asked as he tried to keep up with me as I walked to the bar.

I didn’t bother to reply; I just wished he would leave me be.

I walked to the bar and ordered a martini. He sat beside me and was all over me. Asking me different incoherent questions. I tried hard to shake him off but he was like a glue. Then suddenly, he did something that got my attention. A bulky guy came over to me as lapped me in the ass.

‘Hey, bitch.’ He said in a very deep voice.

He was huge, heavy beard. He wore a dirty jean with, a capped sleeved shirt. He didn’t button up and black shirt he wore underneath sent a great personality message- FUCCK OFF! From the keys dangling in a chain, wore with his jean, I knew he was a truck driver. They have always proven to be aggressive. Even the female ones.

‘I’m fine.’ I replied. ‘And I am not a bitch.’ I replied and looked at Henry, who nodded, slowly.

‘Oh, the bitch has a voice now, right?’ He said.
He leaned to my face as he supported himself with the table. His breathe stinks.

‘Don’t call her a bitch!’ Henry stoop up for me.

‘You don’t have to do that.’ I told him. ‘I can handle the big guy.’ I said with a smile and looked in the big guy’s eyes.

‘You can handle me?’ The guy said and slapped me again in the butt.

‘Hey, what the fucck is your problem?’ Henry stood up again.

I tried to hold him as he made to walk over to the big guy, but he shrugged off my hand like a macho man. I left them to slug it out behind my back, while I focused on my drink. I even heard Henry say he was my boyfriend.

‘Your boyfriend is really sweet ma’am.’ The barman smiled as he refilled my cup.

‘In his dream.’ I smiled back.

‘Go to a tavern, man.’ Henry continued. ‘This is bar in a beach and not your regular tavern in a wretched motel on the highway. Give the lady some …’

Henry came crashing on the table- he bled from his mouth as the punch from the big guy sent him packing. Before I could recover from the sudden shock, the big guy dragged him again and straighten him with another punch. He flew by some inches and rearranged the tables as he slammed against them.

‘You should keep your mouth shut next time. Especially, if you are a fucking pussy.’ Big guy said and landed Henry another punch that sent him whirling. He tried to get hold of the wind to stabilize himself. I almost choke on my drink.

‘You sure he’s not your boyfriend? That guy’s gonna kill him.’ The barman said again.

I stood up, paid for my drinks and walked without any care in the world. Almost half of the customers had turned to photographers. I know YouTube and cheap blogs would have a field day.

‘Hey, hey.’ A lady called out at me. ‘You are gonna leave your boyfriend here?’

‘He’s not my boyfriend.’ I said, sharply.

‘Damn. He’s gonna kill him.’ The lady said as he stood arm in arm, watching Henry’s ass got handed over to him.

Henry wasn’t finding it funny. He couldn’t even land a punch. I dipped my hand in my bag and walked over to the fighting scene. People cheered and big guy left Henry and focused on me as I approached him. I knew he would be wondering what I was up to.

He opened his arms and walked up to meet me, ‘What the hell do you want to do?’ He asked. ‘You better go back before you get hurt, lady.’

As we closed up on each other, I fixed my eyes on his eyes and he took the bait- he fixed his eyes on me too. He never knew what was coming until I sent a kick in his crotch. He grabbed his balls and groaned in surprise. With the hand in the bag that already had the pepper spray, I sprayed his dilated eyes. He crashed back immediately and I grabbed the stool at the bar and crashed it by the side of his head. He slammed on the floor, still, with his hands clamped by his thighs. He was motionless, but breathing.

I turned to Henry, who was by all means surprised, ‘You wanna leave this place or not?’

The people cheered as I led him away.

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CHAPTER 1 : WHO AM I

So sorry about the delay...

CHAPTER 1

I closed my eyes and basked in the euphoria of a new world; blanched out the memories that had taken me here- into this new world. A new world indeed. Now that I am here, I could wish that my world had stopped spinning and had spat me here, not to be disturbed again by its incessant itch to move about; in its quest for a new life.

I lay quietly on the sands of the beach and enjoyed the feeling of its warmth against my back. I smiled at my cruel imagination, because as I rocked gently side to side, enjoying the hotness against my skin, I imagined myself as a meat on the grill, being barbecued.

My past is not my problem; at least, not any longer. I have worn it as a veil and covered my shame in its glory. I am somebody else, I want to be someone else, and I must be somebody else. I told myself this, as I have always told myself as I move around, trying to live on.

Life as a beautiful Mexican in America hasn’t been encouraging- almost all American male sees you as a helpless immigrant, who needs to be laid for favour. My natural stature hasn’t been helpful either; I could not hide myself from torturous sexual harassments that floats around me everywhere. No sooner I tried to hid myself, than I got another surprise.

Years ago, when Pablo brought me into the states, he had told me to mingle like I had been here for long.

‘Nobody knows you here. Nobody gives a fuck who you are. All you need to do is shut your mouth and run it around like a faulty car.’ He told me as he took me into a small room inside his house.

I was promised a lot of opportunities, but they never came. Instead, I was used as a decoy in car snatching.

‘If you wanna eat, you work!’ I remembered him shouting at me, two weeks after he showed me to my room.

‘Yes, I wanna work!’ I shouted back. ‘But you never helped me to find one!’

‘You ain’t know shit!’ He replied. ‘You think you is some legal immigrants here, who gon’ walk up into a store and say, ‘hey, I want some job!’’ He mocked me with every gesture. ‘Listen, ninita, it just don’t work that way- it never did!’

I was confused. He had a point. It would be disaster if I was deported back to Mexico. But yet, I needed to do something- to earn a living. I knew Pablo; he is my Uncle. He loved money too much and wouldn’t had fed me for more than a month before start complaining about me being idle. Even though I helped his wife do most of the chores within the house, just to appear useful.

I was wrong- it didn’t take a month for Pablo to come around.

‘Yes, I promised your mama, I’m gonna take care of you, but I didn’t tell her you’re gonna be leeching off me like a fuckin’ parasite!’ He shouted as he came to my room, a week after the initial outburst, after I reminded him of his promises. ‘What you don’t know is, this is America. You may have heard that the streets are paved with gold, but they ain’t. People see you here, they take what they need, Rosa. Because, nobody’s gon’ give ‘em to you. You know why? Ehn?’

I shook my head.

‘Because you are fuckin black!’

‘I am not black.’

‘Oh, what are you now, a fuckin racist?’ He frowned. ‘You think the American give a fuck about what you are? To them, if you ain’t got skin like a florescent,’ he did a lighting gesture, ‘you are nobody- you black. You think you wanna come here and start a Chicano movement like the 60s?'

I looked at him with a frown.

‘Yeah, that’s it. You don’t even know what the Chicano movement is?’ He laughed around the house a little, at my ignorance. ‘I told you, you are ninita, a little girl.’ He did a gesture for a short person. ‘You need to learn how this works.’

I watched him act like he was on stage. He has always been like that. He make gestures with his eyes and hands and walked around demonstrating every word he will say. Uncle Pablo. Short, handsome, jovial but mom has always warned me that he’s very dangerous, but, family means more to him that anyone else. Mom said, he ran to America after he punched a guy to death in Mexico, right in front of her, just for calling her a dog.

‘So, what would you have me do?’ I finally gave in.

‘That’s my niece.’ He smiled broadly and sat beside me. He wrapped he arms around me and started to talk softly. His gold crusted teeth looked like they are rust. ‘You see, Rosa, you have a fine body, a beautiful face. You’re just gonna join me in my business and we make money together.’ He made the money gesture by sliding the thumb of his hand, to and fro, over the other four fingers, in my face.

‘What job?’ I asked.

‘Don’t ask me, Rosa. What you need to know is that you are not going to carry a gun. Simple, huh?’

‘It’s legal, right?’

‘Legal? Your dreams are short, Rosa. You have short dreams of working in a store and collect forty dollars in a week, just for being legal. If you have big dreams, you move with your class. It’s just the natural order. Illegal stuff is for illegal immigrants- that’s what makes America works!’

‘I am not, selling drugs. Pablo.’

‘Drugs? Who the fuck sells drugs?’ Ugh? You… you took me for some low life fools out there? Listen Rosa, like I said…’

‘But it is still illegal, right?’ I asked again but that broke the donkey’s back.

Pablo got mad and asked me to fend for myself he cannot continue to.

After two days of hunger, I went to his small office in his garage. As soon as he saw me enter, he smiled.

‘I’m in.’ I said.

‘Of course, you are in.’ He smiled broadly and came over to where I was standing. ‘Listen ninita…’

‘Don’t call me a little girl, anymore, Pablo.’ I cautioned him.

‘Then don’t call me Pablo, anymore. Call me Papi, your papa. ’He joked as he put his arms around me. ‘You must be very hungry,’ he mocked, ‘let’s go order some pizza, as an appetizer.’

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CHANGE BEGINS WITH YOU!!

When it comes to collection researches and amassing knowledgeables, Nigerians are the most lazy set of people in this world.

Unlike the popular saying, 'do not believe everything you read in the newspapper', Nigerians practically believe everything they read on paper.

Apart from the junk journalism that is the order of the day- (that traits of laziness runs with their blood), the Nigerian media is blessed with unintelligible assertions, bigotry conclusions and ethno-sentimental headliners!!!

The oil producing world is currently in recession, but the only ones surviving are those who have saved for the raining day.

Venezuela, and import-dependent country like ours and currently one of the world largest exporter if crude oil, is currently enjoying the worst time of their history; more than 20,000 of their citizens had to cross over to Columbia to buy food!

What Nigerian wants is to demand for positive change, but they never wanna be part of the process.

Mind you, i never voted for buhari nor Jonathan, but, when Nigerians say, 'Buhari is associates with hardship', it is understandable, why they would day that. People, who called themselves 'elites' and 'stakeholders', expected to be intelligent, would grand press interviews and demand the president to 'reverse his policies and give Nigerians, the change they promised'!

A little reason for our current state could have been understood via a simple research if the previous history and how we found ourselves at this junction.

In 1984/85, when buhari decided to implement the policies he is currently implementing, because at that time, we have started to rely more on importation, people gnashed their teeth and cursed him for creating hardship.

Yet, our paper mills, texile industries, rubber plantations, timbers and so much more, were fading away. People relied more on importation of ready ready-made goods.

And when he was overthrown via a successful coup and IBB installed himself as the president, people rejoice.

IBB came in, just because business wasn't as usual, and the West weren't happy with a young president who was trying to do the right thing. Just like Mugabe and Gaddafi were hated, so was buhari, for trying to make us independent.

SAP, was the foundation of every problem we ever had...it was the epitome and pioneer of corruption. IBB, knowing exactly that he could only be popular by giving impatient Nigerians what they wanted, started subsidizing everything importable. Nigerians were happy that cheap processed foods flooded the market and slowly watched as every indigenous industry died away.

Our naira began to depreciate because we buy from others and strengthened other nations, while ours became weak. Gradually, we died away.

IMF offered loans that could be repaid over a long period but kept us weak and enslaved.

As of today, we have trees but imports paper, toothpick, pencil...

We have rubber trees but plastic companies import raw materials...

Cereal producing companies imports grains..

Our crude oil is exported to be refined and we pay thru the nose to import again!

Corruption is the order of the day. Nothing was allowed to work so as to keep the string hands enriched.

This is madness and no one seems to know why we are really in recession.

Like I said, the oil producing world is currently in recession and the only countries that is surviving, like Saudi Arabia and Canada, are the ones who are well industrialized and or have saved for this day. They are growing more if their foreign reserve by exportation.

We have few dollars in our coffer as foreign reserve, yet, some idiots criticize the ban on some foreign imports that could be sourced locally.

Whether it is the sheer manifestations of the popular low IQs, even among the so called learned, or it is the wanton natuaral characteristic of an average Nigeria to be stoical, that makes them not to understand this little 'mental sums'.

It's simple mathematics for the sensible ones..

If you take out of your money to buy what you have within, you are strengthening the seller and weakening yourself. But when you also produce what u can sell, you will add to your savings and become more richer..

Forcing manufacturers to look within will further enrich the citizens instead of making them poorer. When u import, you enrich the foreigner and sell to a depleted economy after production. When you source within, you enrich the economy and will sell cheaper to the citizens.

The reason why prices are on the roof is because manufacturers are still forcefully importing instead if looking within. They source for dollars illegally and still go ahead to import what they would process that could have gotten within the country- thereby increasing the costs of production.

China and India didn't yank themselves from the grip of the Western world buy going back on their policies, even when they once ranked as one of the poorest countries in the world, decades ago.

The uncanny willingness of most manufacturers, to still opt for importation for production is not based on the imaginary non existing 'substandard local products', but of total corruption that has been a parasite in their everyday thinking!

Nigeria will remain poor if someone doesn't take drastic action!

CHANGE, REALLY BEGINS WITH YOU!!!

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WHY YOU SHOULD COMMIT SUICIDE NOW!!!

 Harland Sanders

Age, is such a factor that makes me write off myself sometimes. I know I am not alone in this, but the horror I feel, when the reflection in the mirror, though, the reality, is not what I expect.

Looking at what I have achieved, I always believed I have failed, because the free youthful ability to wish, weren't manifested in reality.

Failure upon failure, it seems I would never get it right... there lies no more need to try. Why don't you join me, as I search for the painless way to end this unfair life!

At least, if you die now, there are so many advantages.

1. No one will accuse you of being  irresponsible, since you are no longer available.

2. None will talk about your success story since you ended up as a failure.

3. Your parents, your child, you worry no more about how they feel

4. You are a coward and SUICIDE is the easiest way out. An Hocus-Pocus to believe you are free.

5. Suicide is an alibi for your inability and weakness to fight on...

But before we do this, let us take time to study these two unusual stories...

THE STORY OF HARLAND SANDERS- THE MAN BEHIND THE POPULAR KFC

The story of this man starts sadly. He was said to have messed up his life from the start of it.

His father died when he was just a boy. By the age of 20, he was married, divorced, lost his child and got fired from all kinds of jobs.

You have been through worse, right?

But wait for it, before you think he got smarter growing up in age. No, he did not!

By the age 65, he was about to commit suicide because of how many opportunities he has missed in his life. He was ready to escape from this harsh life, just like you.

No one would have blamed him for creating space by killing himself instead if being a nuisance.

But somehow, everyone has just a thing that he is good at.

Do you think it too late to start in your 60ss, when others reap the harvest of their young years?

Well, this man proved that it is not too late. People know him as the Colonel Sanders, millionaire and the founder of the KFC.

He founded his little business at the age of 65. He went from door to door, selling the delicious fried chicken to his neighbors and he died a wealthy man, whose wildest dreams eventually came true!

The second is a picture story of JACK MA... THE FOUNDER OF ALIBABA GROUP

Jack Ma

These men are the source of inspiration to all of many. They wasted much, but gained even more! They inspire me to stay alive and fight on- what about you?

ACTUALLY, THE TOPIC IS: WHY YOU SHOULDN'T COMMIT SUICIDE NOW!


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WHO AM I? COMING SOON

WHO AM I? is a short story about a beautiful Mexican, who found herself in an American city, only to get out of one trouble and found herself in another, forcing her to take on different identities, just to cover her tracks, while she tried to escape back to Mexico.

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RANDOM THOUGHTS- ALL LIES

Hi, welcome; welcome to my random thought, for our sake, I hope you don’t get confused.

Today, I woke up at the left side of my bed (that supposedly superstitious bad side of the bed) and got mad with everything. First, I nearly believed I could have a nightmare- the nightmare was so dark and evil that I had to wake up with a frown. Every sound that I woke up to was so irking and irritating that my skin itches.

I woke up on the same bed, same room, with a heat all over the room because of the ceiling fan that doesn’t work, for as usual- no power supply. It seems nothing has changed and nothing may never change.

The sound that woke me up was from outside my window was from some jobless bachelors like me, who were arguing over some very stupid and frivolous matter! The noises were so maddening and loud that it woke me from my lovely dream, turning the beautiful dream into a nightmare- because in the dream, my troubles were all gone.

I was living in a mansion with constant electricity, running water, beautiful girls and a lot of money. You could imagine my frustration when I woke to the same old life- no job, no power supply and no money! My mouth was so heavy and stuffed with odour that it bulged with foul gases! If it were in my dream, I would have walked into the bathroom, turn or press the tap and wash it all off! But these idiots made me remember that I had to go outside, walk many meters and use my energy in fetching water from the well!

Right on my bed, I decided to think about their argument and what it really was. Though, they were Actors and actresses and which one is better that which other, but little did they know that calling these set of people actors and actresses is just a hocuspocus; these people could be called pretenders or liars because they make a living by lying to the whole world. You call it acting, but it’s simply lying.

How else does one describe a group of people pretending to be what they are not just to get paid? How do you explain the death of an actor in a movie and his reappearance in another one- hale, healthy, like he was never dead? I mean, I won’t be mad if he had reappeared as a ghost or a zombie in a new movie- that is understandable, right? But he is all there in the new movie like a fresh baby!

The last time Emeka Ike died in one movie that I watched, I cried because I liked him as an actor, but I had to run for safety when I met him in a shopping mall some weeks later. I shouted that he was a ghost and people looked at me like a madman. How so?

I once watched a movie about a young man whose mother died after giving birth to him and his father murdered over a land. It had the potential of being a great movie until they spoil the whole fun for me! The infant was crawling underneath the table and suddenly became a 25 years old guy looking for something underneath the same table! Jesus! This happened just within 30 minutes of the movie! I mean, if this happened after 25 hours of watching the movie, I could still deal with that!

The worst is when they made it look like the world is just so lawless-people driving cars like maniacs, destroying properties and shooting on the streets, yet no police! The bad guy leaves traces and heaps of dead bodies while trying to kill the good guy but he was still able to walk high on the same street!

Have you a seen where the bad guys suddenly cannot get an aim at the good guy even after shooting thousands of bullets, only for the good guy to raise his head, point his pistol and shoot them down- one by one. I bet you can see the bullets hitting objects besides and all over him except him. And he must be so cool while the bullets were flying that he had to talk, give instructions, aim and shoot them down. Oh, more funny is when the bullets hit him, it must be his leg, shoulder or a pass through! And hey, don’t be surprised when he started running with that same leg or swinging a killer punch with the affected arm!

Oh! Common, give me a break!

I understand that the world of full of deceit, but why would some set of people write out a whole script of lies for some individuals to direct, some to produce and others to act it out? All to sell to us and get paid. I mean, that cruelty is out of this world- selling out a lie! I mean, how low can one get?

Well, if you must know, lying is a sin and all lairs must go to hell. You don’t have to believe in hell but hell yeah- it exists.

After an excruciating minutes of listening to these arguments across my window, I decided to go back to sleep, to drown myself in the euphoria of my ex-beautiful dream. I remembered the word of my great grandma and the exact instructions on how to go back to the dream you were having before being obstructed. I stood up, closed my window to block the noises from the arguing morons and took a chalk from my drawer. I drew a big circle on the floor- big enough to house me in a sleeping position. I opened the fridge and took out some ginger. I cut it in seven places and placed it all around the circle- three at the direction of my head, two below my feet and one each side. Then I took a spinach and chewed. I spat in my hand, rubbed them together and rubbed in all on my face.

Comfortably, I slept in the circle with a smile- great grandma can never be wrong. I have believed all she had ever told me. The reminisced on the dream as directed and ensure I stayed in it. My reason of going back wasn’t all about the money or the big mansions- but there was this beautiful swarthy with a big booty and some moderate boobs. She was all over me and was ready to go all down with it. I must go back, that mission must be accomplished.

Brethren, by the time I opened my eyes, hoping to wake on my bed in the mansion, I found myself in hell! I couldn’t believe that great grandma, a whole ancestor of mine, also sold me a lie.

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CHAPTER 11 (CONCLUDING CHAPTER): THE FATE THAT NEVER WAS

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CHAPTER 11

Emeka didn’t mind colliding into anything or anybody as he ran, all his thoughts were concentrated on how to stop the impending disaster. He used the speed dial feature on his phone once again, putting the phone in a speaker mode as it rang; the result was always the same- no answer!

“No!” He shouted as he made efforts to run faster. “God, you need to help me,” he prayed and kept the cruise like a bull, avoiding obstacles in swiftness, and overcoming hurdles like a skilled athlete. He should have boarded a cab, but this is the time when bus-stops were stuffed up like a stadium hosting a derby, and a tortoise is faster than the traffic. Besides, his destination is just some few streets ahead.

“Yes, thank God,” he said within himself as Bukky’s hostel became visible. For the last time, he speed-dialed her number again and it was a dead end. He went right in and straight to Bukky’s door. He dashed at the door latch- it was firmly shut. He shook it two more times before he flung it open with his foot. He slapped the wall for the switch and the horror of the darkness came into light as he saw two people fumbling for the duvet to cover their nakedness, but the surprise on their face was laid bared.

“No wonder she wasn’t picking up,” he told himself as he went closer to the bed.

“What is the meaning of this?” The female’s voice tried to bark. The male didn’t even talk; he concentrated on covering his nakedness with the bed sheet.

“Oh, I am so sorry.” Emeka shielded his eyes with his hands and quickly moved back, realizing his mistake. “I thought this was Bukky’s room.” He said.

“Get out of my room!” Michelle shouted at him and he quickly fumbled for the door opening to make his way out.                                                                                                                                                                            

He checked the room number on the door, “God, my mistake.” He said as he looked for the right room number. In a while, he found it and knocked. Bukky opened. She was unmoving and necessarily cold.

“What do you want?” She asked.

“I am sorry to disturb you, Bukky, please, I need to see Blessing.” He said.

Bukky scoffed. “You should be ashamed of yourself, Emeka. Why are you still looking for her after what you asked her to do against her will? Threatening her with text messages and phone calls?”

 “I’m sorry,” he tried to explain, but she cut in and said, 

“Don’t be; she has been at the hospital down the street since morning, she should be through by now. So, I guess it is too late now, if you are even thinking of …!”

He didn’t bother to listen again; he dashed outside and started running towards the hospital. It was just some few blocks down the street.

He ran and jumped like a rabbit. He was surprisingly agile and not tired as he ran the distance. As he ran inside the hospital gate, ignoring the warning to stop from the security guards, he saw Blessing, accompanied by Kike, Bukky’s Sister- they were just coming out of the hospital. He screeched right in front of her, with a smoke of dust everywhere.

“How is my baby?” He asked her, panting, holding her arms for support.

 “What baby?” Blessing, though weak, asked. “I just aborted it just like you instructed. You already said it wasn’t yours and I believed you.” Blessing replied.

His hand slid slowly from her arm as he fell on his knees with both hands clamping his head.

“Nooooooo,” he screamed.

Kike, who already got a call from her sister not to entertain any conversation with Emeka, dragged Blessing along, leaving Emeka right on the spot.

Emeka ran to meet them, but the security guards were already over him to throw him out. He struggled free as they bundled him to be thrown out of the hospital premises.

“You don’t understand,” he screamed. “I need to talk to her! This is my life!”

Blessing heard his last statement as she was about to enter the taxi that brought them to the hospital. She asked the security guards to allow him to talk.

“What is it, Emeka?” Blessing asked. “How does this becomes your life?”

“Listen, Blessing,” he went on his knees. Blessing smiled and shook her head. “I will marry you” Emeka continued. “I am sorry for all I have done. It was a mistake. Please, I know you have a good heart. You have to forgive me.” He sobbed.

“I have forgiven you already, Emeka.” Blessing said. “You were not the one at fault- I was the idiot, the fool, the one who had no vision and no priority. I thank God for the good friends like Bukky. Listen, Emeka, let it go, I want to face my studies now. This is a second chance I will never squander. Not many people had this chance.”

“Please, do not say that.” Emeka pleaded. “Like I said, I promise to marry you.”

“Why are you even make marrying me sound like you were doing me a favour?” Blessing asked angrily.

“I didn’t mean to sound that way, I…”

“Emeka, I can never marry an animal. When the time is come- after I am done with my studies, I want a man and not a kid. I want a human and not a beast who raises his hands at his lady and ….”

Emeka grabbed her skirt and shouted, “Please, don’t do this. Remember how we started and how…”

“Oh, I remember everything and I will love to forget everything!” Blessing scoffed. She was now near tears, “I can never bring myself to remember a thing about you. It was a bitter experience all through!” She finished and yanked her skirt from his hands. She entered into the Taxi with Kike and while on his knees with stretched arms, Emeka watched the taxi exit the premises.

The security guards watched him in pity and let him be. But his mind went back to the shrine and the words of the oracle…

“You need to stop her now before she aborts the pregnancy. If she did, first, no other woman will be able to bear you a child- Not in this world! Even if you found a way to have one, even by adoption, a strange illness will always take it away from you before you ever becomes happy about it! Unless, unless, without force, in her own volition, she agrees to forgive you and marry you!”

THE END OF PART ONE!

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CHAPTER 10: THE FATE THAT NEVER WAS

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CHAPTER 10

Bukky and Ade had slept off, tied to each other by their hands. Ade snored slightly.

Blessing thought about her life, her family and future. She knew if she kept this pregnancy and Emeka kept reveling in denial, she is already a single mother- a state that has a screaming level of discrimination in her part of the world. She remembered when one of her friend talked about condom and she was lying that she never had sex and wouldn’t. She regretted she should had learnt more about the use of it, instead of allowing Emeka to assure her that as a virgin, she is still far from getting pregnant.

The doctor also said something about infection. But she wanted to lie to herself that Emeka was free from it. She loved him and she had allowed herself to believe everything he ever said.

“If you love me, then we should not use the condom.” Emeka had once told her when she brought up the issue.

She was dunce that she should have known that he would say anything just to satisfy his selfish needs. And just like Bukky had said, she has every right to protect her life and future.

She was glad she didn’t tell Bukky that she once contacted an STD from Emeka. They had spent a fortune curing the disease. Even when the doctor had said it was sexually transmitted, Emeka had pushed the blame on her and accused her of sleeping around!

She could also recollect the time she saw messages from other girls on his phone- she approached him because the messages clearly denotes he was having sexual relationship with them. Emeka had went into a state of fury and warned her not to touch his phone again. Since then, he always locked his phone with a code.

Blessing heaved aloud and Ade and Bukky quickly unbundled and ran to her side.

“What is it?” Bukky asked her friend.

“Nothing.” Blessing managed a smile. It was a first after the whole storm had started. “I was just thinking of what happened few days back. I wondered if Uncle James would have been back.”

“You need to get rid of this pregnancy and move on, Blessing. I am not going to stop saying that. You don’t want to live with that animal.” Bukky said.

“I know.” Blessing started crying. “I just can’t believe I am going to murder my first child.” She covered her mouth with her clothes.

“I understand.” Bukky began. “But, you need to understand that this is not yet a child. It hasn’t taken a human form. Please, don’t let it become dangerous by letting it grow.”

“I am scared.” She snickered. “I can lose my life.” Her voice failing.

“Of course, you could. But, that is only if you decided to drink some concoction, use an overdose of certain drugs.” Ade added.

“So, do you know the drugs I can use?” Blessing asked.

“Drugs are not legal nor safe. We will have to take you to an abortionist. A legal one.” Bukky said.

“Can’t we just visit the nurses around? They may be able to…”

“No!” Bukky shouted her down. “We are not going to visit a quack, Blessing. We are going straight to a certified hospital for this.”

“I don’t have the money. I learnt it is expensive to have a proper and legal one. They said the chemists can also do it fine.”

“Who have you been talking to?” Ade asked.

“Yes, who have you been talking to?” Bukky added.

“I…” she waited a bit and continued, “I lied to Michelle that one of my sister’s friend is affected and wanted an abortion. She said she will give me the phone number of a chemist who has helped her many times.”

“Many times? Michelle?” Bukky was puzzled.

“Listen, she asked me not to tell anyone. She said it’s better than the hospital where many eyes will see you.” Blessing said.

Bukky said she should have thought about the shame before fooling around. Ade let her realized that because Michelle walks around fine doesn’t mean she is fine. There may be complications she wouldn’t realize until later. Infections, bad abortion leading to infertility and so on, which will manifest later. This scared Blessing who wanted another chance for the future. She agreed to get an abortion and move on with her life!


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Uncle James came back two days later and Monica was quick to relay the shameful actions of Emeka to him. Uncle James was very angry, but also scared that his nephew might have taken the wrong decision that could jeopardize his future. He called for Emeka, who without knowing, lied that Blessing had decided to take an abortion. He also lied that she slapped Blessing because she knew she has not being faithful to him and that was the reason she wanted an abortion.

“Are you saying she told you herself that the pregnancy is not yours, Emeka?” Uncle James asked again and Emeka said he was sure.

“Let me warn you, Emeka. I consulted the oracle before leaving for the meeting and I was assured that the pregnancy is yours. This lady, Blessing, must not abort this pregnancy. If she did, you are in a lifetime trouble.”

“But Uncle, why will you say that?” Emeka, who believed that his Uncle was saying that to make him accept the responsibilities he didn’t want, asked.

“I believe it will be best if you heard from the mouth of the gods themselves,” Uncle James said, "because if you are the one who coerced this lady, by your actions, to embrace abortion, then you will suffer greatly for it!"

Emeka flinched and frowned. "Uncle..."

"Listen, my child. This world and the people we meet, even the ones we never talked to, are all networked to each other. Each, has a significant part in our lives and when we severed a thread of this network through our stupidity, we already disturbed the balance and struck the cord that vibrates another sound through the network, thereby, affecting each and everyone, but particularly the one who is the culprit."

"I... I don't understand, Uncle. But if Blessing decides to abort, it should be on her."

"Did you tell her not to abort it?"

"I didn't ask her to abort it either!" Emeka lied. He was now sweating, afraid for himself.

"Then, the repercussions are on her. The child that is coming through may die or live. But no matter what, it is part of the of the network and whether it lives or dies, it's already contributed it's own quota. And when you tried to stop this..."

"But this pregnancy was a mistake, Uncle."

"There is no such thing as that. Things that happen, happened for a reason."

Emeka ran his hands through his bald head, he sighed. "What did you say the repercussions are if..."

"I did not tell you that there are any repercussions, the gods did."

"Okay, what did they say?"

"Son, I think it is besynyou hear from them yourself. Follow me."

He led Emeka to the shrine and gave him an ointment to rub into his ears.

“This will make you hear from the gods.” He said. "Now, stuff this into your ears." He said as he gave Emeka some cotton wool.

Then he consulted with the oracle while seated around a big glowing globe. He asked for the gods to tell Emeka the future if the pregnancy was aborted.

First, there was silence. Then, Emeka started to hear some sounds...then some words... and a clear statement from some coarse voices that seemed to overlap.

"What did they say?" His uncle asked. Emeka was silent.

Emeka removed the wools from his ears and drop them on the floor.

"Uncle, please, I will be back." He said and made a run for the exit.

"Emeka! Emeka!" Uncle James shouted after him but he didn't stop. Uncles Emeka ran after him, telling him to stop!

But Emeka wouldn't stop. He rushed into the house and rushed out, towards the main road- his mobile phone clamed in his fist!

End of 10!

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CHAPTER 9: THE FATE THAT NEVER WAS

CHAPTER 9

The ceiling fan rotated slowly. It let out a shriek of creak every time it completed an oscillation. The window, opened in half, let in a gentle breeze with a low whistling sound. Everything else in the room stood still- including Blessing, Ade and Bukky. One could almost conclude that they were mourning.

Bukky cuddled up to Ade, who, seeing this as a life time opportunity, wrapped her up in his arms like his breath.

“You know,” Bukky turned to Ade, “I still couldn’t believe he slapped her.” She whispered.

Ade sighed, “You were there, right? So was I. The sooner you believe, the better you help her stop this madness.” Ade whispered back.

“She is beyond help.” Bukky said. “She still insists on keeping the pregnancy.” Bukky said with worry.

“Maybe, it’s what you girls know as love.”

“Why am I not been affected by that disease?” Bukky asked Ade.

“What disease?” Ade asked.

“Love! Why am I not been enveloped in the madness?”

“Maybe you lack affection.”

“No, try ‘wise’. I am not a fool. I have a reason for living and I have priorities. That is what differentiates me from idiots like her.”

Ade rolled his eyes. She is truly wise, he knew this. “See, enough of us. How do we help Blessing?”

“Even with a black eye, she still professes her love for him. This all strange to me. Is she crazy or what? Maybe Uncle James already bewitched her.”

Ade asked Bukky to forget about Uncle James. “He is not that type of person.” He argued.

In all, Blessing sat, dead silent, lost in thoughts, sad without tears. In her hand, she held the picture of Emeka, even with her swollen face. Right within the whispers and the silence, she reminisced about the event of two days ago…


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They had arrived at Uncle James’s place to know about Blessing’s fate, since he already promised to talk to his nephew. But on arriving at his place, Monica, his first daughter, told them that her father traveled for an emergency event. It was a meeting of the herbalists and being the general secretary, he had no choice but to be there. Even though it was impromptu.

“I overheard him talking to Emeka though- he said they will talk when he is back from the meeting.” Monica told Blessing, whom she was worried and concerned about.

“So, when will he be back?” Bukky had asked.
Monica said she couldn’t say, but assured them that Uncle will never support Emeka’s decision to let Blessing abort the pregnancy. She asked Blessing to be patient.

“Talking of Emeka, where is he?” Ade just realized they haven’t asked the question.

“He’s not available.” Monica said.

“I thought you said he came home some days after we left? Blessing asked.

“Yes, he did. He said he had an accident.” Monica replied.

Blessing had sprung from her feet in fear. She asked many questions at once. Monica assured her that he is now fine. He just went to see some friends. Blessing was relieved, Bukky was angry at her friend.

Few minutes later, as they were about leaving, Emeka had showed up. Blessing rushed to her feet to meet with him after seeing him in a bad shape. Plastered forehead and a sling to the neck. But it was a surprise to everyone when Emeka met her goodwill with a wild slap across her face. This sent her flying to the left. She banged herself against the wall with a scream and fell with a thud- silent.

Everyone had frozen in horror- everyone except Emeka who churned out threats and warnings to Blessing who lay still on the floor.

“I have told you and I will keep repeating this, stay away from me! I don’t want you or the bastard inside of you!”

He had walked inside and ignored them all.


End of 9 (just two more chapters to go!)

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CHAPTER 8: THE FATE THAT NEVER WAS

CHAPTER 8

Emeka got home very late in the evening- he appeared very tired. Uncle James had asked him to see him for an important discussion. That was exactly four days after Ade had left with the girls. Although, Uncle James had called Emeka immediately the guys left, but, Emeka could only make it home, three days after.

Uncle James was mixing some concoction when Emeka emerged. One of his eyes was swollen while the forehead was plastered. Uncle James dropped what he was doing and ran to meet his nephew, who also has a sling around his neck for his left arm.

“What is the meaning of this? Who did this to you?” Uncle James bellowed in anger.

“Good evening Uncle, I am sorry I couldn’t make it home three days ago.” Emeka answered, evasively.

“That wasn’t my question, Emeka. I said, who did this to…”

“Nobody, Uncle James. It was an accident. I fell off the stairs.” He lied. He couldn’t have told him about his encounter with Pastor Hulk. His Uncle would have been ashamed that he got a beating because of a girl.

“Well, I hope you are fine?” Uncle James asked and Emeka said, “Yes, I am. Thank you.”

“Now, you may go inside while I finish this medicine for a client of mine. Bathe, eat and sleep- we have something important to discuss- maybe tomorrow.”

Emeka nodded and dragged himself inside.


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Bukky and Ade watched as Blessing pasted her phone against her ears. She has been on that call for fifteen minutes. Bukky and Ade were eager for her to be done with the call so as to know the next step- Blessing listened with rapt attention.

“I think it will work out.” Bukky whispered and smiled to Ade who only patted her while his eyes were fixed on Blessing.

Blessing shook her head slowly and she readjusted the phone with her other hand. After a while, she was done with it. She gently placed her phone of the table and looked at Bukky and Ade whose eyes were asking, “How was it?”
Blessing shook her head slowly. Bukky took a quick disappointed look at Ade who happened to do the same.

“You mean…?”

“He denied!” Blessing interjected Bukky.

“Is he crazy or what?” Ade shouted and stood up abruptly.

“I think you need to talk to your friend. He cannot deny this pregnancy!” Bukky said to Ade..

“Blessing… please, relax, I think I need to see Uncle James. I will be back.” Ade said and left.

Bukky sat closer to her friend on the bed, “What did that bastard say?” She asked annoyingly.

Blessing replied with rains of tears. Bukky tried to pacify her.

“He… He… He said…” She sobbed, “Can you imagine Emeka calling me a prostitute? Can you?” She asked Bukky with a faint voice.

“He did what? Is he crazy or what? Let me ask you, was he not the first guy?”

“Bukky, you know me.” She cried and placed her hand on her chest, beating it softly. “You know me, you know Emeka is the only guy with me.”

“I know…I know. You know, guys are very funny. Maybe he read a message on your phone or …”

“Bukky, you’re hurting me! What messages could it be? What other guy? Ever since I gave him the chance, I ensured I am as transparent as I could, just to avoid this type of situation?”

“Listen, Blessing, the best thing to do is to avoid this… this issue of… erm… sex, completely. I mean, when all these is over!”

Blessing looked at her slowly and shook her head, with her forefinger in between her teeth, immersed in regret.

Bukky continued, “If a guy really likes you, let him wait for you. If he is in a hurry, let him work hard and start preparing for the wedding. I have never allowed Ade to go beyond pecking and holding hands. If he doesn’t like it, he may leave. I am not saying that virginity is chastity or good behavior, but we all need to avoid these idiots who walk around shamelessly with their third legs, looking for whom to destroy.”

“Bukky, Bukky, please, I am not worried about all you’re saying. It is too late already, what do you think I should do?” Blessing sobbed.

“Well, I don’t know of your own plan. I can only advice you based on your interests.”

“I can’t believe this is happening to me!” Blessing lamented.

“Like you said, it is too late already, we should talk about the solutions- the future.”

“I don’t think I have one without Emeka.” Blessing said, much to Bukky’s disappointment. “Bukky, maybe we should wait a little and give him some time. Maybe he will come around. What do you think?”

Bukky was lost in words, she opened her mouth and closed it again- no word came out. Blessing continued in her folly,

“Maybe if you talk to him, he will listen to you. You know, he respected you a lot. I believe he is still angry and will see things the right way.”

“Listen, Blessing,” Bukky stopped her after she couldn’t take it anymore, “Emeka had already seen things the right way- his own right ways, and that was why he arrived at that conclusion. You need to…”

“No, Bukky, no.” Blessing interjected. “You cannot just say that. He may going through a major stress that…”

“Enough of this folly!” Bukky shouted her down. “Why are you this insane? What has Emeka done to you? I hope he hasn’t bewitched you with a love spell?”

Blessing sighed. “He didn’t. I love him. I am sorry that you may not understand what that means.”

“Oh, I love myself. I love my parents and I love my family. I love my future and I love Ade too. That was why I decided not to be carried away in this ten minutes madness and jeopardize everything I love!” Bukky clapped back.

“I didn’t mean it that way.” Blessing said. “What do you think I should do?”

“I will be blunt with you- abort this pregnancy and continue with your life. Don’t jeopardize your life by pitching your tent with a guy like Emeka. He is already proving that he is an animal. Even if you marry him, do not expect any special treatment.”

“You don’t know that!” Blessing defended Emeka. “I told you, that Hannah-of-a-witch could have bewitched him! Maybe we should pray for him.”

“God forbid!” Bukky growled. She shook her head as she looked at her friend with uttermost pity. “You should make up your mind, and you should do that real fast.”

“I already did.” Blessing replied. She was looking out of the window.

“And that is?”

Blessing turned to face her friend and coldly replied, “Emeka will come around. I will start praying and fasting by tomorrow. I will keep this pregnancy.”

Bukky shook her head in anger and left for the lecture room.

END of 8

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CHAPTER 7: THE FATE THAT NEVER WAS

CHAPTER 7

Uncle James quickly wrapped up what he was doing to be with the visitors he asked to wait for him outside his veranda.

“I hope you are not angry, my son and daughters?” He asked as he sat in the chair in their front.

“No, Sir.” Ade and Bukky chorused- Blessing was silent.

“Ade, you know the nature of my job, I attend to a lot of pressing issues from many people, every day. It is a pity that my nephew is not around to help me out, he has been away in school for months now. Besides, you guys said you are here because of him, right?”

“Yes, Uncle.”

“Ade, I hope your friend is okay?”

“Emeka is fine, Uncle. But we are here because of this lady.” Ade pointed to Blessing who went on her knees, sobbing.

Emeka’s Uncle and guardian, Uncle James, urged her to sit down. He asked what the problem was. Ade told Uncle James that they had reasons to believe that Emeka was responsible for Blessing’s pregnancy.

“Really?” Uncle James was clearly happy, but couldn’t fathom why Blessing was crying. “This is a thing of joy, my daughter. If you are worried that my nephew has no job, do not worry about that as I will take full responsi…"

“It’s not that, Uncle.” Ade jumped in. “I know you are a good man, but Emeka didn’t want to see her again.”

“Why? Did she do something wrong?”

“I don’t believe so. But it appears that Emeka is dumping her for another lady!” Bukky said.

“Even when he knows he had her put in a family way? That is cruelty and I cannot take that from him!” Uncle James raged.

“Well, we just knew yesterday that she is pregnant. Emeka broke with her several days ago.” Ade said.

Uncle James sighed and assured them that he will talk to his nephew.

“What if he didn’t listen?” Blessing sobbed.

“Listen, my child, I may not be Emeka’s biological father, but I have been his father ever since his parents left this world through a fatal accident, when he was just thirteen years old. I am the one who has been his father since then. Listen to me, my child, I also have children of my own, but Emeka has always been to me, my first born and he hasn’t for once, go against my advice. Relax your mind.”

Blessing felt comfortable, at least, even if it felt false. They all thanked Emeka’s Uncle and they left. As they were going, Bukky said,

“The man seems nice, don’t you think?”

“Of course, he is a very nice man. I knew him before I and Emeka gained admission into the University. I used to sleep over at their place sometimes.” Ade said.

“Is he a Pastor?” Blessing asked.

“A Pastor? Not even close!” Ade said. “He’s an herbalist.”

“An herbalist?” Blessing stopped abruptly! “Jesus!”

“Jesus what?” Ade said. “You better let that thought go. Uncle James is one of the best and easy going ones. You need to lay your mind at rest.”

Blessing sighed as Bukky patted her. Bukky asked if Blessing really thought was really wise to let the pregnancy grow instead of aborting it because of her studies.

“I don’t want to lose him.” Blessing said, rather disappointing to Bukky. “I can always come back for my studies.”

“Well, if you say so.” Bukky, who doesn’t want to be seen as an antagonist, replied her.

“Do you think that Emeka will listen to her Uncle?” Blessing asked again.

“Well,” Ade said, “that is left to be known.”

“I am just scared, that’s why?” Blessing said.

“Well, I would be too.” Bukky said. “But if it were me, I will abort the pregnancy and move on.”

Ade looked at her, but, she didn’t notice. She kept on talking, “I cannot be allowed to be treated like I don’t have a choice. No man is entitled to treat a lady that way. Not even when I gave him my virginity like you did with Emeka. It is unfair.”

“I beg your pardon,” Ade came in, “but, she wasn’t forced to give it to him.” Ade said angrily.

“Are you for real?” Bukky asked angrily. “Did you really say that?”

“Of course, I did! You made it sound like both Emeka and Blessing are kids who are not responsible for their actions. There wasn’t any coercion!”

“So, what are we to call it when a guy keeps promising lies and heaven just to get laid, just like you’ve always been doing with me?” Bukky asked angrily.

“And did you ever give in?” Ade asked.

“Of course, I wouldn’t!” This is sort of thing I was clearly avoiding!

“Hello guys,” Blessing finally said, “I think I am still here. You guys can just direct the insults at me.”

“Sorry.” Ade and Bukky chorused.

“That’s not necessary. It doesn’t seems like this is your fault. I think Ade is right. I can only blame myself.”

“I…I mean, we didn’t mean to make it sound like that.” Ade said.

“I am sorry.” Bukky added.

Blessing was silent, lost in thought. The rest of the journey, back to the campus, was as silent as the graveyard.

End of 7

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CHAPTER 6: THE FATE THAT NEVER WAS

CHAPTER 6

 “What happened?” Blessing asked as she was brought back to life.

“You blacked out,” Bukky replied with a worried face, “again.” She added.

“Again?” Blessing asked. She had recollected that the reason she was at the hospital was because she fainted at Hannah’s place, but to say she blacked out again, was worrisome.

“Where am I?” She asked as she was helped to sit.

“You are in my office, Blessing. You need to take things easy.” The doctor said.

“I blacked out again? Am I still in the hospital?”

The doctor nodded. “But, like I said, you need to take things easy. You’re no more a kid.”

Blessing sighed. “Why…” She rephrased, “Is this how I am going to be fainting every now and then?”

The doctor scoffed. “No. But, are you telling me you do not remember why fainted right here?”

“I…” She rubbed the back of her neck, “I thought it was a relapse of what happened at Hannah’s place.” She said.

“A relapse?” The doctor chuckled. “Ade…sorry, I think Bukky, being a female, will be in the best position to tell you what happened.”

“Something else happened?” She sprang towards Bukky, who nodded with a pitiful eyes.

“What is happening?” Am I infected?” She screamed.

“You need to calm down, Blessing, you are not infected.” Ade patted her.

“You need to be scared of infections too, if you’re going to be having sex without protection. Latex condoms are very cheap. Didn’t somebody tell you guys?” The doctor schooled.

“So, what happened to me? What is happening? I could only recollect I was being discharged after three days and the doctor asked to see us briefly, right?” She asked Bukky, who nodded. “So, I was given a result sheet for the test done and…” She looked at Bukky in horror as she recollected exactly why she fainted. She exploded into tears. “No, no.” She screamed.

“I think we will find a solution, okay?” Bukky tried to pacify her friend. She was also crying.

“Solution? Solution? Don’t you understand? Are we not talking of Emeka?” Bukky wailed with mucus mixing with tears.

“We will see her Uncle, okay. I will take you there by myself.” Ade did his best.

“No, no, I am dead.” Blessing cried. “My father is going to kill me!”

“No, you are not.” The doctor replied her. “Go think this through and come back to see me, okay?”

Bukky and Ade thanked the doctor and guided their friend out of her office.

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Emeka had been begging Hannah since the trio came looking for him. Immediately they left, Hannah had pushed him away and asked him to leave her place for ‘perjury’.

“I thought… you were just holding me now.” Emeka had asked, bemused.

“Yes, that was before your girlfriend interrupted us.” Hannah had replied. “And don’t forget, you swore to me that none of your friends knew this place and it was funny that you even used the Bible to lie.”

“See, Hannah…”

“See, Emeka, let it go. It is over!”

That was three days ago. Emeka hasn’t stopped begging Hannah, who had it all planned. The whole swearing thing was a trap she set for Emeka.

That day, while at the window, she already saw Ade, Bukky and Blessing alight in front of her hostel’s gate. She quickly excused herself from Emeka and ran downstairs to tell Rucks and Sarah to delay the three incoming visitors for just fifteen minutes- enough time for her to ran back upstairs to set the trap for Emeka. Also, enough time to get both of them half-naked so that the three incoming visitors met them in the unholy position. She was glad when Blessing fainted.

There was a knock on the door.

“Hannah, your man is here!” Sarah popped in her head to inform Hannah who was busy addressing Emeka. Sarah was surprised to see Emeka on her knees. “Is this guy still here?”

“I have done all I could,” Hannah replied, “he just wouldn’t leave!”

“Listen, deaf guy, you better leave. Rucks is still trying to delay her man by the gate. If he should meet you here, you are a dead man!” Sarah threw her two cents into the bowl and left.

“You heard her.” Hannah told Emeka. “Do not let Pastor Akin meet you here!”

“Pastor Akin?” Emeka asked, puzzled. “So, he’s a Pastor!”

“He is not a Pastor in any way, dumbass! It was a nickname given him for his gentle looks. But do not be deceived, he is very dangerous. You must leave. I can always say you are a delivery guy.” Hannah tried to help him but Emeka refused. He continue begging.

Suddenly, the door creaked open and a hulk-looking guy extruded himself inside through the opening. Emeka stood up slowly. The guy sure looks simple, but his stature scared him.

“Who is this guy?” The Hulk roared.
Emeka trembled but turned to Hannah for explanation.

Hannah tried to put on a smile and said Emeka was an intruder who has been stalking her all her life! Before Emeka could recover from the shock of Hannah’s statement. The guy was already red in the face, moving over to him.

Emeka decided to defend himself by saying he was just a delivery guy, but before he could utter a word, there was a crack in the air and everything went dark around him- it was a slap from Hulk. In the darkness, he knew he staggered and hit his head on the wall. His ears couldn’t pick a clear sound- it was all a static sound. He shook his head to clear the darkness and the static sound.

Then slowly, it was getting cleared. He shook his head more frantically and the light was coming back to his eyes. He even picked a sound-

“I swear, I don’t know him!” It was Hannah’s.

As he tried to see what was happening with the dark fog around his eyes, there was another darkness and a static sound again- he blacked out from the second blow!

THE END OF 6

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CHAPTER 5: THE FATE THAT NEVER WAS

CHAPTER 5

An occasional but consistent high-pitched beep sounds visited Blessing in her dreams. It became so loud and consistent that even though she wasn’t yet awake, it irritated her. She shifted in her bed and tried to shake off the sound- all to no avail. Then suddenly, without her wanting it, her eyes opened. Slowly at first, then they blinked repeatedly as they tried to adjust to the light. It wasn’t pleasant.

She felt a hand on her arm, then a voice saying, “She is awake.” It was a female’s.

“Shh,” a male voice hushed her down, “do not make noise. Quick, call the doctor.”

“Hang on dear.” The female voice said and Blessing could feel her arm being tapped by the hand.

She closed her eyes again and was drifting back into dreamland, but a hand, different from the one that touched her arm, slapped her gently on her cheeks. The hand appeared to be sticky.

“Wake up, wake up.” She heard a different voice- the owner of the sticky hands, commanding her with a deep feminine voice.

There was a struggle between her soul and her body as she turned and stretched but not willing to wake up. She groaned. The high pitched beep was now very high and fast- she could hear it, but everything was dark. Then suddenly, she felt a rush of air in her chest- somebody had maybe, tore off her shirt. The first hand that touched her arm now grabbed it, she could hear her shout and panic, but did not know why.

On her bare chest, something cold were placed, she could feel it and it sent an electric shock into her brain. It seemed to lift her up slam her back on the bed. Her brain became so loud that the high pitched beeps sliced through her brain. She shuts wide, her eyes, but the sticky hands forced her eyes open and then she saw a light- very bright, directed right into her eyes.

She shoved her head away and for once, she could make sense of everything.

The sticky hands held a small touch in her hands- she was a doctor and she wore a rubber gloves. Bukky’s hands on her arm was still firm and there. She could see her- panic was written all over her countenance. Then she saw Ade behind Bukky, he held her shoulders- he looked happy.

“She’s okay.” He said with a smile.

She turned her head to where the high pitched sound was coming from- no wonder it was so loud. It was right beside her- a heart monitor. And right beside it was a defibrillator- she guessed that that was what sent the electric shock through her chest.

“Where am I?” She asked in a dead voice.

“You cannot recollect what happened?” Bukky asked, scared that her friend may have lost her memories.

Blessing shook her head. A headache ran across her forehead. She tried to touch it but her hands were strung up with a rubber-like strings like a puppet’s.

“Don’t move,” The doctor said, “just a few more drips and you will regain your strength.” She said as she injected more yellow liquid into the big bag that supplied the hollow rubber strings connected to her arm.

“What happened?” She asked again.

“You need to leave now.” The doctor ordered Bukky and Ade who were eager to tell Blessing what happened. “You guys can come back tomorrow, okay. Your friend is stable now.” She ushered them away with a friendly smile.

Bukky waved.

Slowly, Blessing watch them leave, she drifted to sleep. As she neared the dark world, she could recollect vividly, how it all happened.

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 FEW HOURS EARLIER


Blessing had alighted with Bukky, in front of the gate of a very lovely hostel, with Ade, who had brought them there.

“You mean this is where Emeka is?” Blessing recollected asking Ade who reaffirmed her fear. What Ade failed to tell Blessing was that Emeka was with a lady- Hannah, a known prostitute from her class.

They met two half-dressed ladies, Rucks and Sarah, as soon as they entered the gate and she could recollect one of them telling them to wait for Hannah, who had gone out.

After the three of them had waited for fifteen minutes, one of the ladies came and told them that they could now go upstairs- “Hannah is back!” She said.

Blessing, Bukky and Ade were surprised because they did not see any Hannah enter through the gate. Nevertheless, they climbed the stairs to Hannah’s abode and Ade knocked on the beautiful door.

“Come right in.” Hannah’s voice had invited them in and they did just that, only to be met with the horror of their lives. Hannah’s plan worked!

“Emeka!” Blessing recollected screaming. “Why are you doing this to me?” She screamed as she saw Hannah and Emeka on the bed, both half-naked.

Emeka broke free and screamed back, “Because I don’t love you! Leave me alone!”

Blessing couldn’t believe her eyes, she watched as Emeka wrapped her arms around Hannah, who did the same with a conceited smiled.
Without any announcement, Blessing had blacked out!!!

End of 5

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