Naughty He-Goat

NAUGHTY HE-GOAT

      “Hi sweet sis!” Emeka exclaimed as he walks into Nkem’s bed room.

      “Hello big bros!” She cheerfully responded.

      “I never knew you have a very pretty looking girl friend.” He said, still standing.

      “How do you mean?” She asked while lying in her bed.

      “I’m referring to Ada, of course.”

      “Oh,” Nkem exclaimed. “That’s my darling friend!”

      “Interesting.” Emeka added, nodding his head.

       Ada had been Nkem’s best friend right from their childhood. They both graduated from same Secondary School some months back, and just sat for JAMB examination few days ago. That very day, Wednesday 17th of April 2013 to be precise, Ada visited Nkem at her home as usual; but that was the first day Emeka set his eyes on her.  

       Emeka, a twenty-one year old chap whom was a 200 Level student of Civil Engineering in University of Ibadan on his First Semester holiday break, was Nkem’s immediate elder brother; he was about three years older than her.

       “I like her.” He continued.

       “Hmm.” Nkem murmured.

       “I think she’s my dream girl.”

       “Dream girl?” She surprisingly asked. “But you hardly know her?”

       “That’s not an excuse, my dearest sister.” He quickly chipped in.

       “Besides, I don’t think my friend would like a rascal like you.” She teased him.

        “Don’t bother about that,” He said. “Let that be my worry.”

         “I’m exhausted.” Nkem said. “I want to go to bed.” She requested, frowning.

         “Ok, suit yourself.” The lover boy replied. Walked to the door and stepped out.

         “This boy must be crazy,” Nkem soliloquized in her bed. “I pray he wouldn’t do anything silly towards my friend.”

 

      * * * * *

         

       “Nkem!” Her mum who was seated at the sitting room, called as soon as the door bell rang.

       “Yes mum!” She answered in a high tone from her bed room.

       “Please, come and check who’s at the door.”

       Nkem hurriedly stepped out of her room, walked to the entrance to the sitting room and quickly let the door open.

       She needed not to ask who was at the door before she could let it open since the guest must had passed through a scrutiny at the gate.

       It was Ada, her best friend. She stepped into the parlour the moment the door was let open. The slim and dark looking girl who was average in height, was clad in a pair of black trousers, white round-neck polo and a pair of brown sandals. That was exactly six days after her last visit.

       “Oh, is you!” Nkem excitedly exclaimed, and close the door.

        There was no notice about her coming. She intended to take Nkem unawares.

        They hugged each other affectionately.

         On her part: her mum who was still seated on one of the upholstery chairs, looked at them and shook her head in excitement.

         Taking a close study at the teens as they hug themselves, it’s only a man suffering from acute glaucoma that wouldn’t observe that they were really best of friends.

         “Good afternoon, Mum!” Ada greeted while stylishly bowing her head as a mark of respect as soon as she walked closer to Nkem’s mum.

         “Good afternoon, my dear.” She responded, smiling. “You’re welcome.”

         “Thank you Ma!” Ada appreciated.

          “How are your parents?”

          “They are fine Ma.”

          “And your siblings?”

          “They are all doing great, Ma.”

          “Please, make yourselves comfortable.” She urged both of them. Stood up and walked straight to her matrimonial room with a Magazine in her right hand. 

      “Thank you Mum.” Nkem happily dished out as her mum walks out of the parlour.

        Immediately, they sat very close to each other on one of the two-in-one upholstery seats in the sitting room.

        “I learnt our JAMB results are out?”Nkem anxiously enquired.

        “Yes, you’re right,” Ada replied. “I read it on Facebook yesterday.”

        “Interesting.” Nkem complimented. “Just barely few days ago we sat for the exam.”

         “JAMB is really improving.” Ada added.

          “So,” Nkem said. “When will you check yours?”

          “I don’t know yet.” Ada responded. “I’m scared.”

          “Me too.”

          “Maybe we should go together.” Ada suggested.

          “I think you’re right.” Nkem concurred. “Let’s go tomorrow then?”

          “Ok, no problem.” Ada consented. Paused for a while. “What of your big bros?” She asked, referring to Emeka.

          Emeka was Nkem’s only brother, and the first child of their parents. They were only three in number including one other girl, Ndidi who was still in Secondary School, Class four precisely.

         “Oh, that one?” Nkem said. “He went to see one of his childhood friends in the neighbourhood.”

         “Okay.” Ada chipped in, nodding her head.

         “I think he would soon be back.” Nkem concluded.

         “That your brother is lively and accommodating.” 

         “Wow!” Nkem exclaimed in a low tone. “All these for him?”

         “Yes, he is.” Ada reiterated. “The little time I had with him the last time I was here, is enough evidence to prove that.”

         “Hmmm.” Nkem murmured. “Don’t tell me you’re falling for my brother?” She teased, smiling stylishly.

         Ada smiled. “Not what you think.”

         Ada was opportune to have a good and lengthen chat with Emeka during her previous visit, and that was the first encounter she had had with him.

        After few minutes, at about seventeen minutes past four in afternoon (4:17 pm), Emeka walked into the sitting room clad in a pair of black baggy-jeans trousers, red and green shirt, a pair of black canvas coupled with a red face cap.

        “I told you he would soon be back.” Nkem said.

        “Oh, Pretty!” Emeka exclaimed from afar having sighted Ada. “You are here?” He said. Gladly walked closer to them, still standing.

        “Yes,” Ada replied. “I’ve spent over thirty minutes here.”

         “Are you serious?” Emeka amazingly exclaimed. Sat adjacent to them.

         “And, as a matter of fact,” Nkem interrupted. “We were just discussing you before you arrived.”

         “And what were you guys saying about me?” He curiously enquired.

         “That you’re a naughty boy.” Nkem teased him. Laughed.

          Ada smiled. Tapped Nkem on her left lap.

          “Is that true?” He asked Ada.

          “It’s a lie.” Ada cleared the air. “Don’t mind her.”

          “Nkem, so you haven’t offered her anything?” Emeka reminded after a bit silence. Frowned.

         “Oh, I almost forgot.” Nkem said. “I’m so sorry dear.” She told Ada. Stood up immediately.

         “No qualms.” Ada said, smiling. “Apology accepted!”

         Nkem quickly walked away to gather some drinks for herself and her friend.

        That was a great and golden opportunity for Emeka to accomplish his proposed mission.

         “Baby, you’re indeed a very beautiful girl.” Emeka complimented Ada the moment his kid sister walked out.

         “Really?” Ada exclaimed. Amazed.

          It seemed Ada had already developed a soft spot for him. Apparently, the compliment was highly welcomed by her.

         “Of course, you are.” He reiterated. “Honestly since the last time we met, my thoughts have been occupied with you.”

         “Oh my God!” She voiced out. “Are you serious?”

        The last question was like a challenge to Emeka. He stood up and quietly relocated to Ada’s seat, exactly where Nkem was seated.

         This time, his face was deeply focused on hers. “Baby, honestly I’m in love with you.” He said.

         Ada was deeply moved by the statement, which she had never received before in her whole life. Abruptly, she was completely enslaved by lust. She was speechless and vulnerable. Her emotions couldn’t withstand Emeka’s deceptive countenance; her innermost body was filled with tremendous sensation. No doubt, her poor self was in a romantic mood. 

         On his part: he told himself that he had gotten a prey for the day. He felt like he was already on her.

        A naughty he goat indeed!

         Emeka who appeared drunk, hurriedly took her right hand and held it firmly. “If you give me the chance, I’ll prove to you how much I love you.” He said.

         She remained speechless and loosed; she was like a dummy displayed in a showcase in a certain supermarket.

         Immediately, he shifted closer to her, calmly held her head with his two hands and began to kiss her repeatedly. The moment he removed her stainless white top as the silly journey progresses, Nkem walked in with a tray on her hands containing bottles of drinks and some glasses.

        “What!” She exclaimed on top of her voice on sighting the ugly and disgusting drama.

        The tray fell on the tiled floor and its contents thoroughly got broke.     

        On their part: Emeka and Ada who abruptly got back to their senses, felt like the world had come to an end. Their legs remained gripped on the floor. Ada particularly, couldn’t withstand the unimaginable shame.    

        Their mother, who ran to the sitting room to verify the essence of the alarm, got fainted on sighting the scene which was not unconnected to Sodom and Gomorrah.

 

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Bloody Encounter

BLOODY ENCOUNTER

      “Hello!” Buchi exclaimed, standing at a bus stop situated in one of the notorious localities in Lagos State, Oshodi to be precise. The dark coloured young man was clad in blue jeans, a green T-Shirt, and a pair of black shoes.  

      “Who am I seeing?” Ikem shouted at the top of his voice on sighting Buchi. He was about entering a commercial bus that was headed for Festac town. The fair in complexion man was putting on a pair of black three-quarter jeans, multiple coloured polo, and a pair of brown leather slippers coupled with a brownish face cap.

       Ikem ignored the bus. “Buchi na you be this?” He said in pidgin. Walked closer to Buchi.

      They hugged each other passionately.

       Ikem and Buchi were old time friends. They attended the same Secondary School in Enugu State many years back, and they happened to hail from same state. Both buddies were in their early thirties.

      “So you are in this state?” Buchi said.

      “Yes,” Ikem responded. “Since I finished my degree course.”

       Both of them lost contact after their secondary education days due to lack of mobile communication system as at then.

      “Are you serious?” Buchi amazingly said. “Which university did you attend?”

      “UNN,” Ikem replied. “But I did my youth service in Niger State.”

       “Interesting.” Buchi said, nodding.

       “And you?”

       “Well, I studied in UniPort.”

       “University of Port-Harcourt?” Ikem verified.

       “Yes,” Buchi answered. “But I served in Ekiti State”

       “So, how long have you been in Lagos?” Ikem hurriedly asked.

        “About three years now.”

         “Waow!” Ikem exclaimed. Amazed. “Same here.”

         “You mean, you have been here for three years too?” Buchi asked. Surprised.

         “Of course.’

         “Where do you stay?” Buchi enquired.

         “Festac town,” Ikem responded. “With one of my uncles who works in a bank.”

         “Waow, what a coincidence” Buchi said excitedly. “I reside at Maza-Maza”

        “That makes it more interesting.” Ikem said, smiling.

        “Yes ooh! You can say that again”   

         Maza-Maza is situated in the same district with Festac.

        “Who are you residing with?”

        “My married sister.” Buchi said.

        “Any job yet?” Ikem asked anxiously.

        “For where?” Buchi replied in vernacular. “Where did you see job in Nigeria?”

        “Na waow!” Ikem exclaimed disappointedly. “Only God would save us in this country.” He added.

         They paused for a few seconds.

         “So which bank does your uncle work with?”

         “Platonic Bank.”

         “That’s a nice bank.” Buchi applauded.

         “So you haven’t gotten a job too?”

         “Hmm,” Ikem sighed. “My brother, leave matter ooh.”

         “So what’s your plan now?” Buchi curiously inquired.

         “Well, there’s a friend of mine who asked me to see him tomorrow at Ikeja.” Ikem replied. “He’s into business.”

         “What kind of business?”

         “I don’t know yet, but he often travel abroad.” Ikem said. “And he is densely loaded.”

         “Ok.” Buchi dished out in a low tone. “Please, I would like to go with you oh. Man don suffer.” He urged submissively.

         “No wahala,” Ikem agreed. “What are friends for?”

         “Thanks a lot buddy.” Buchi appreciated.

         After some minutes, they boarded a bus that was headed for their respective destinations. They exchanged contacts while in the vehicle.

 

                * * * * * *

         Buchi and Ikem agreed on a meeting point on phone. The following day, they met at the agreed venue and took off from there to their anticipated destination.

        Ikem had already informed his proposed host on phone that he would be coming with his friend, and the man in question approved the request.

        When they got to the place, surprisingly the man who invited them was an armed robber. The young man who was seated with his partners in crime didn’t hesitate to disclose everything to them. They needed not a prophet to interpret the scene to them because every kind of ammunition was displayed right before the gangsters.

        After the necessary introduction, Ikem and Buchi who were gripped by fathomless panic were left with no other choice than to join the deadly chorus.

       The gang had earlier planned to rob a bank the following day being 24^th February 1999, and the affected firm was Moonlight Bank; one of the most respected banks in the country. Buchi and Ikem were meant to be part of the adventurous outing. 

       On the D-day, they successfully arrived at the bank, and were about to commence operation as usual until something tragic transpired.

        Unfortunately Ikem’s uncle – Mr Cyprian Okoro, the one he lived with, happened to be present at the said bank. He was meant to meet with the Bank Manager on that fateful day for a proposed business transaction.

        Ikem sighted his uncle the moment he walked into the Manager’s office as he was instructed.

        Mr Okoro stood up immediately on sighting Ikem. Profoundly shocked. He couldn’t believe his eyes. “Could this be Ikem Okoro?” He thought. Stood still.

         Both relatives were steadily and confusedly looking at each other, which led the Bank Manager into a more confused state.

         Ikem who was well armed, quickly and nervously gushed out tears as he was left with no options than to pull his virgin trigger on a man he had always seen as not just a father but a source of his inspiration. It was indeed a horrific and bloody encounter for the first-time robber. He felt like the world had finally come to an end as he thought over the poignant state of dilemma.

        Immediately, Mr Cyprian was shot dead alongside his senior colleague by Ikem.

       The tiled floor was instantly covered with pool of blood.

        It was no doubt the most dreaded experience in Ikem’s life.

 

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Irony of Life

IRONY OF LIFE

      “Hi!” Ikenna exclaimed in a high tone amidst an overwhelming crowd.

      “Hello!” Nkiru responded reluctantly.

       Ikenna quickly walked closer to her, “I must confess,” He said, smiling. “You are truly a pretty damsel.”

       “Thank you.” Nkiru appreciated.

       “Are you from this town?” He asked, looking into her sexy eyes.

       “Yes.”

        Both of them were in a dancing mood.

        It was during a traditional marriage ceremony between Chukwuma and Adaora. Chukwuma happened to be Ikenna’s cousin as well as childhood friend, while Adaora was Nkiru’s cousin sister. Chukwuma and Adaora hail from neighbouring clans.

        Ikenna was a promising and handsome young man based in Germany, Europe. He was a renowned Casanova who was enjoying his bachelorhood in his early forties. He actually came back to Nigeria for the said event.

        There was no one in Umuokirika - the town where Ikenna hails from, who was yet to know about him due to his flamboyant lifestyle. He was a rascal to the core and never cared about what people say about his person. Prior to that marriage ceremony, during his numerous previous visits to Nigeria, he had succeeded in tendering marriage proposal to over fifteen ladies both in his home town and in the Diaspora. Surely, he was indeed a notable play boy and a notorious personality.

         He came across Nkiru when both of them were dancing at the centre of the gathering alongside the couple. There is no need saying that he was what any lady would like to behold just for a second considering his costly appearance at the occasion, and Nkiru was not an exception. When other dignitaries who rushed to the dance floor to cheer with the couple were busy spraying Naira notes, he was obviously showering the couple with hard currencies including US dollars and Euros.

       “Please, can we see by the corner?” He urged Nkiru.

        “Alright,” She said. “Just give me few seconds, I will join you later.”

        On receiving the warmth response, Ikenna – a dark, plump and an average man dressed in a grey caftan and white leather slippers, quickly but stylishly walked out from the crowd to a tranquil arena where he could have a word with the incoming victim.

        Within a few seconds, the chocolate-coloured, slim and tall looking lady clad in a blue mini-skirt, pink top and a pair of pink shoes who seemed to be in her early thirties, joined him at the serene arena as she promised. She was really cute in her dress.

        “I’m Ikenna.” He said leaning on his black Lexus Jeep as soon as she stepped closer to him. “From Umuokirika, the neighbouring town.”

        “Are you Chukwuma’s brother?”

        “Yes,” He said. “He’s my cousin brother and childhood friend.”

         “Interesting.” Nkiru exclaimed, nodding.

         “So, what do I call you?”

         “Nkiru.” She replied.

         “That’s a lovely name.” He complimented.

          “Thanks.”

          “Like I said earlier,” Ikenna continued. “You’re a very beautiful lady.” He said. Paused. “I will like to know more about you.

           Nkiru smiled. She needed not a prophet to interpret to her what the young man was up to.

           “Can we meet tomorrow?” He requested. “At Hilltop Bar.”

            Hilltop Bar was one of the most exotic and expensive beer parlours at Umuofeka – the town where Nkiru hails from, and its environs.

          “Okay.” She admitted. “What time?”

          “4pm.” He said. “Would that be okay by you?”

          “Yes.” She acknowledged, nodding.

          “So, we have a deal then?” Ikenna said.

           “Definitely.”       

         As soon as they departed, a lady Ojiugo who was spying at them from afar walked up to Nkiru and told her all she needed to know about Ikenna. Ojiugo hails from the same clan with Ikenna, so she was in good position to know everything concerning Ikenna’s promiscuous lifestyle.

         Having gotten the clue from the God-sent, Nkiru thought it wise to be very careful with her relationship with Ikenna.

         After a few days, having met at Hilltop as scheduled, Ikenna and Nkiru became best of friends to the envy of other ladies, though Nkiru was still skeptical over Ikenna’s purported commitment, thus she took the affair as a ‘spare tyre’.

         Amazingly, as days unfold the relationship became more serious, that, Ikenna decided to postpone his return trip to Germany. At a point, he willingly made up his mind to quit bachelorhood for the sake of the relationship, coupled with the overwhelming pressure he was receiving from his parents. Against this backdrop, he concluded to shun promiscuity; a decision that made him to become a totally new person.

         On one fateful day, he tendered a marriage proposal to Nkiru who was unaware of his recent resolution, right in his sitting room; but she couldn’t believe the proposal was coming from a man who really wanted to settle down having heard that he had proposed over fifteen ladies in the past. Rather, she saw it as one of his past numerous false and deceptive proposals; therefore she asked him to give her some time to think about it.

         Though Nkiru never caught Ikenna with any other lady but the information she had received on his lifestyle remained a reference point to her.  

        After some days, she tentatively concurred with the proposal.

        There was a chap known as Emeka whom Nkiru was lavishing Ikenna’s fortune on. Both of them were school mates; they were studying in the same University. All the money Ikenna was giving to her was actually diverted to Emeka’s pulse unknowingly to Ikenna. The scenario continued till one fateful day when Ikenna paid her a surprising visit at where she lives on campus.

        He actually took her unawares.

        The moment Nkiru opened her room entrance having heard series of knock at the door, what the incoming groom (Ikenna) saw was tantamount to taking him to his early grave. He sighted a guy who was putting on only Boxers lying freely in his supposed fiancee’s bed.  On the other hand, Nkiru who never knew that Ikenna was the person at the door was clad only in a bedroom wrapper.

        Ikenna initially thought he was daydreaming until every bit of the drama became very obvious to him.

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