Monster Personified

MONSTER PERSONIFIED

    That cultism is a dreaded and deadly confraternity, which remains a posteriori reasoning to any sane being, was unarguably a laughable assertion to each member of the ‘Scorpion tattoo’ whose actions or decisions remained a nightmare across the lengths and breadth of Ajala University of Technology situated in one of the states in the South-South geopolitical zone of Nigeria. The overall members of Scorpion tattoo, which was the most terrifying secret society on the campus, could not hold their breaths until ‘justice’ was tendered with cruelty to anyone whom they felt deserved it; their unequalled weird and irrational prowess proceeded unabatedly that most prospective students of the university were repeatedly deterred from enrolling for the institution during Unified Tertiary Matriculation Examinations (UTME).

     “Butcher them all!” the Capone would always exclaim each time he sent his men to the battle field.

     On their part, his subjects comprising 23 able-bodied dudes wouldn’t hesitate to gladly and emphatically respond “Their heads remain our meats” whenever the aforementioned instruction came up.

     Any rational creature who happened to be close-by each time they chant in such uncanny and bilious manner may wonder if one’s head could actually serve as meat; though apparently something that was chanted in a bush, if not thick forest, might not be lucky to be heard by a second party or a passerby.

     Scorpion tattoo was the order of the day not just within the said zone but across the country as well as a nightmare to any genuine and dedicated security personnel resident in the zone. Unravelling the brain behind the seemingly unstoppable nefarious syndicate causing wanton destruction of lives and property was indeed a case study to any meaningful stakeholder both within and beyond.

      It is worth noting that the federal government declared a one-week state of emergency in the affected state when the incidence became colossally unbearable; this gesture was necessitated by two identical female twins who happened to be students of the university that were murdered on the campus in broad daylight by stray bullets during a duel between the Scorpion tattoo and its closest rival – the ‘Red legend’. The parents of the deceased persons who were influential personalities in the society had propelled the federal government to delve into the unfortunate matter with a view to ensuring that justice prevailed.

     “I want you to ascertain whosoever that is behind this mess.” The Inspector General of Police (IGP) instructed the Commissioner of Police (CP) of the affected state on a telephone conversation during the era of the state of emergency.

     “Sir,” the CP voiced out. “I promise you that I will leave no stone unturned towards capturing the bloody fool within five days.”

     “Did I hear you say five days?”

     “Sorry Sir,” the CP said apologetically. “I meant three days.” He assured sceptically.

     “Sorry for yourself,” the IGP roared. “I want the culprit in my office within 72 hours.”

     “Yes Sir.”

     “Did I make myself clear?”

     “Yes Sir!” the CP reiterated.

     The die had been cast; no doubt, the clique was in deep trouble. It was only an imbecile that would not comprehend that going by the IGP’s order, his person was boiling immensely and the CP needed not to be told that 72 hours actually meant three days, and nothing more.

     How would the Police loosen this vertex of poignancy? Where and whom were they meant to go to? The paramount concernment was to discover the idiot fueling the movement of the Scorpion tattoo. Since it was obvious that ‘no smoke without fire’, every security expert understood that for a clique to operate fiercely and fearlessly, there must be a ghost in their midst; and undoubtedly the case of Scorpion tattoo wasn’t exceptional.

     Thereafter, having charged and challenged his men to step up their actions, the state CP, Mr Sule Ibrahim came up with a more viable strategy. A tight round-the-clock surveillance was set in the entire state and its environs.

     The most worrisome and intriguing point was that students weren’t mainly the prey of the syndicate; lecturers were not left out and most importantly, they (the lecturers) were the prime target.

     It wasn’t that the Police hadn’t been trying or proactive towards capturing the vandals, but each time they came up with a unique strategy the university’s Vice-Chancellor (VC), Prof P.O. Akpan would calm the team down by convincing them that the school management had concluded a different internal mechanism through which the cult would be subdued, all to no avail.

     But this time, the language had automatically changed. In view of the IGP’s directive, the Police were not going back in their decision to holistically track down the ‘fucking’ gang that had almost dominated the entire land.

     “We can do better!” Mr Ibrahim conscientized on the top of his voice while addressing his men in the state’s police headquarters.

     “Yes Sir!” They loudly chorused bitterly.

     From the look of their faces, they couldn’t wait to have the riffraff in their custody. To them, that was the most uncompromising tax they needed to pay.

     It was the following day, specifically on Thursday 16^th of July 1998, after the mandate was issued to the CP; the 72-hour ultimatum was not unlike asking a banker in the marketing department, whom was still under probation, to consider losing his/her cherished employment if he/she fails to attract cash deposits amounting to one billion naira (#1b) or thereabouts within a week. To Mr Ibrahim, the handwriting was boldly and legibly inscribed on the wall, thus there was no iota of need for interpretation by a seer or whosoever.

     Amidst the state of emergency, terrors and perils were still unleashed in the university by the gang; the extremism of the nonentities kept everyone on the campus, particularly Professor Akpan, in a very jittery and comatose mood. Nobody knew what the fate of the next day entailed.

     “What have I done to deserve this?” Prof Akpan queried the clique in a hidden arena, precisely at night.

      It was the second night after the ultimatum was issued to Mr Ibrahim by his superior.

      It would depress and perhaps interest you to note that the VC of all people, Prof P.O Akpan was the brain behind the syndicate. He had vowed to make his leadership as well as the environment unbearable to any staff or student that intended to oppose his administration’s style and principles; against this backdrop, he thought it wise to set up the Scorpion tattoo to witch hunt any scapegoat.

     Unluckily to him, the Scorpion-tattoo grew so wild in the process that they weren’t only doing what they chose to but anything acceptable by them, rather than adhering to his instructions which was the basis of setting up the confraternity. Funnily enough, they were acting as if they owned the university which wasn’t unconnected to the fact that the head of the institution was the gang’s founder. Prof Akpan was left with no other choice than to ignore them or remain silent not until the night of the aforesaid date (July 16, 1998) when he decided to break his silence which was long overdue.

     “Prof,” the Capone called furiously amid the gathering. “Stay away from this.” He warned.

     With the look in his eyes likewise that of the other members, Prof Akpan needed not a soothsayer to inform his person that they were ready to waste his life if he dared proceeded with his persuasion or intended ‘sermon’.

      “I surrender.” The heated VC disclosed, raising his arms up.

      “Better for you.” The ugly looking Capone applauded in an unfriendly voice on behalf of the gang.

      His subjects gladly nodded unanimously.

      Barely six hours later, precisely on Friday 17^th of July 1998 and the expiring day of the ultimatum, the clique excluding the Capone was captured by the relentless police squad in one of their hideouts in the bush. Consequently, the Capone alongside the big masquerade – Prof Akpan was arrested.

     “Prof…,” the IGP exclaimed in shock, spontaneously stood up from his office seat as soon as he caught the sight of the deceptive creature in the distance when he was brought to his office in Abuja in handcuffs. “Oh my God…!” He landed.

     Instantly, the general public wore a paralysed and pathetic physiognomy having ascertained that the highly respected VC was not just a misleading leader but a monster personified. The news went viral afterwards.

     If you were the IGP, what would you have done to the culpable VC the moment he (the VC) got to the point where the said police boss stood? Think about it!

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Such a Mess

SUCH A MESS

    “Hello handsome!” Lady Bolanle greeted.

     The salutation was dished out as she walked closer to the supposed recipient having caught sight of him in the distance in one of the most famous supermarkets in Yaba, Lagos State, Nigeria.

      Bolanle, a single mother at 45 whose only child begotten out of wedlock was ten years old, was no doubt a prosperous importer who specialized in all kinds of gold jewellery. Owing to her ego, she had vowed never to settle down with any man or to be under any mortal in the name of ‘marriage’; to her, marriage was a forsaken union. Towards quenching her libido, she went for any young man whom she chose or whomsoever she found suitable for her classy person.

     “Hi!” the supposed recipient, Akeem responded, still concentrating on the wares showcased in the shelves.

      Going by the tone of her abrupt greeting, he needed not a seer to interpret what she was up to.

      Akeem a bachelor at 30 though deeply engaged, was a graduate of Human Physiology from the Lagos State University (LASU), Iyana-Oba, Lagos State who was yet to secure a promising job.

     “Sorry for bashing into you.” Bolanle tendered.

     “Noted,” Akeem said, looked at her. “What can I do for you?” He added unfriendly though seemed charmed by her elegant look.

      Balanle who had her handbag in her left hand was indeed both in nature and appearance a very attractive lady that had all it takes to win the attention of any man regardless of what he was made up of; she was fair, huge and about 1.8 metres tall. She put on a multi-coloured dress, grey balanced-heeled sandals, low-cut hairs and sunshade spectacles coupled with designer perfume and various gold jewellery ranging from earrings to necklace, wristwatch and what have you – everything on her was golden in appearance as it could be testified by even a visually impaired being.

       On his part; Akeem, clad in black jean trousers, light-green shirt, black trainers spotted with red colour and a red cum black baseball cap, was about 1.74 metres tall, chocolate and plump; though financially less-privileged, he was actually looking resplendent and buoyant in his dress.

     Bolanle who leaned on one of the shelves stylishly removed her specs. “Don’t you think you are being harsh?” she queried cheerfully. “Common.., be a gentleman.”

     This time, they were facing each other and closer too; both of them were carrying their trolleys in their right hands.

      “Sorry if that was harsh.”

      “It’s okay,” she said. “Well, I’m Bolanle.., but you can call me Bola.”

      “Alright,” he replied. “I’m Akeem.”

      “Let me not waste your time,” she hinted, dipped her right hand into her handbag. “This is my card.” She added handing over her complimentary card to him.

      “What for?” He queried, ignoring the offer.

      “Please take it,” she urged. “Call me anytime, we need to talk.”

       He reluctantly collected the card and glanced at it stylishly.

       She smiled over the compliance.

      “I still don’t understand,” said Akeem. “What are we to talk about?”

      “Till you call, Mr…” She said, seemed to had forgotten his name.

      “Akeem.” He reminded.

      She nodded. “Mr Akeem, please try and call me, okay?” she enjoined looked into his eyes passionately. “You would be glad you did.”

     “I will try.” He said, looked away and continued with his shopping.

     “Cute man indeed.” She thought pleasantly, looked at him for the last time and left the arena for where she was, felt fulfilled.

     On Friday March 22, 2002 being exactly three days cum three nights after the incident having employed reasonable delay and tactics, Akeem made up his mind to put a call across to Bolanle with the opinion that the lady might be of help to his future since he was still job-hunting; a call that instantly transformed his status from a weary to a magnificent one just like a magic.

      During the phone call, they scheduled for a meeting at her office. Consequently, she succeeded in luring him into her net; Akeem concurred with her proposal to go on a date with him having disclosed to her that he had a fiancée. Keeping a ‘sugar mummy’ in his life was one of the ‘evil’ experiences he never dreamt of, little did he know that he would someday fell prey to such a mess.

      Afterwards, the moment the romantic affair commenced, Akeem was provided with everything a man of his age needed as he was promised; he could boast of a car, expensive wears and a befitting house in Benin, Edo State where he chose to relocate to. Prior to this time, he had lied to his pretty fiancée Bukola who was also resident in Lagos State that he secured a job in Benin with an oil servicing firm; the lie became consequential because he needed to distance himself from her in order to avoid any iota of suspicion that might arise in the future. Bolanle was very comfortable with the arrangement; she was frequenting Benin whenever she wanted to meet him, or she would send for him directly to a hotel suite in any locality in Lagos – apparently the choice was hers.

     The ugly scenario proceeded for over six months till one fateful day when Akeem thought it wise to lead Bukola down the aisle. Subsequently, he disclosed the intention to Bolanle who rejected it emphatically and threatened to make his precious life miserable if he dare went ahead with the plan. The unpredicted altercation dawned the awful truth on his person.

      He was so myopic to be preoccupied with the notion that whenever he disclosed to her the intention of settling down, she would hastily hug, cuddle him and therein lick his toes since he told her from the onset that he was seriously engaged. Though at the beginning she agreed to allow him get married with his fiancée whenever he chose to, but obviously it’s easier said than done; no sane woman would be glad to watch her man walk out of her life let alone when the woman in question had spent a fortune on him.

      The depressed and flabbergasted Akeem who felt suppressed later wore a bold skin, hence decided to give her warnings a deaf ear. Thus, he went ahead with his plan to settle down with Bukola having estranged from Bolanle. In view of this, he sold his duplex in Benin and relocated to Asaba, Delta State having told his wife-to-be that he got a transfer.

      Bolanle seemed to had been spying on Akeem right from when their estrangement set in contrary to Akeem’s presumption that there was no way she could trace him; needless to state that she was smarter than him.

      Two weeks on, Saturday 14^th of December 2002 specifically, Akeem who hailed from Ogun State headed for Oyo State to pay Bukola’s dowry. On his way to the epoch-making ceremony in the company of his friends and relatives including his parents, the beautifully groomed bridegroom who wore a traditional tartan kilt was brutally murdered in cold blood along Lagos-Ibadan expressway; the assassins comprising three huge men whom had stopped the deceased’s motorcade for a brief scrutiny disguised themselves as policemen.          

      It was a very hard blow to his parents alongside the bride who got the news in a jiffy.

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Unknown Angel

UNKNOWN ANGEL

     It was unarguably a groovy outing and a night of bacchanalian revelry; the dance floor was abruptly turned into something else. Obviously, everyone within the hotel hall was extremely excited and motivated owing to the availability of edible varieties which included assorted wines, snacks, meals, and what have you, coupled with the exotic hip-hop jams being played by the Disc Jockey. Different groups comprising males and females were variously seriously dancing with bottles of wine in their hands at strategic locations in the magnificent hall. It was undoubtedly a high-quality variety disco night made up of classic men and ladies in psychedelic wears and moods that even a blind man could see for himself.

     On his part, the celebrant, Chibuike – a high class bachelor who was gladly catching his fun with his friends and kin was marking his thirty-sixth (36^th) birthday, as usual; being a promiscuous dude, he was dancing with the lady he had chose to spend the remarkable day with, at one of the corners in the hall. The epoch-making event was taking place at one of the classic hotels situated in the city of Owerri the capital territory of Imo State, Nigeria where Chibuike and most of the invitees were resident in.

     “So,” Chima who was seemingly tipsy said. “Who invited you to the show?”

      Chima who was an old time friend to Chibuike was one of the highly respected invitees in the occasion. He was ardently catching his fun with one of the female invitees, Ogechi; both of them whom were apparently drunk were passionately dancing to the tune of the unending music with bottles of red wine in their hands likewise others present at the arena. The most intriguing and unfortunate aspect of it was that Chima who was a prosperous banker residing in Owerri quit bachelorhood barely few weeks back and had successfully wedded in the church; more interestingly, he rounded off his 4-week honeymoon with his lovely wife the previous day. Needless to say that his lifestyle wasn’t unlike that of the event host, Chibuike who was yet to settle down in spite of the overflowing wealth he was making in his importation business; to say the least, Chima, 35, managed to tie the knot due to the persistent importunate behaviour he received from his parents whom were also based in Owerri. As the saying goes, ‘birds of a feather flock together’. Chima had lied to his newly-wedded wife, Nnenna that he was sent by his employer to Lagos State on an errand, which would last for two days.

     “Nkiru,” Ogechi responded, referring to who invited her to the event. “Chibuike’s babe.” She added.

      Nkiru was the lady who was rocking the night with the celebrant; the celebrant as well as the host had earlier urged her (Nkiru) to endeavour to attend the party with most of her friends, and Ogechi happened to be one of the lucky ones who accompanied her.

      Ogechi, a so-called final year student on one of the campuses in the state was clad in a tight and sparingly transparent blue mini-skirt, sleeveless and sexy pink top that was partially displaying her white bra and black high heel shoes; her crazy dress was obviously showcasing her large boobs as well as shocking hip and butt. She was chocolate, plump and about five feet tall. Whilst, Chima a light-skinned, about 5.4 feet tall and slim dude was putting on black jean trousers, blue T-shirt, white trainers and a white baseball cap.

      “I must confess,” Chima rode on. “You’re really looking hot.” He applauded.

      “Really?”

      “Sure.”

      “Thank you.” She appreciated cheerfully. Stylishly straight out her left hand to his head and changed the position of his cap so that its bill would face his back rather than his front; this was to enable her see his handsome face elaborately.

      At this time, Chima’s cucumber had aroused that he almost ejaculated in his boxers that was already feeling the unavoidable intense heat and vibration.

      Ogechi being a naughty lady observed the abrupt change of mood written all over him as she expected, and smiled.     

      “Why the smile?” He enquired, still dancing enthusiastically.

      “Nothing,” she replied. “Just admiring your dance style.”

      “Really?”

      “Yea.”

      In a few seconds, they dropped the bottles of wine in their respective hands on the dance floor and within a twinkle of an eye, they found themselves in one of the hotel rooms that was made available for him (Chima) by the host; before you could know it, both parties whom were already on the bed became starkly in the nude. Chima’s attempt to grab the packet of condom, which he kept in one of the front pockets on his trousers that was already lying on the tiled floor, was aborted by Ogechi who pleaded with him to tango with her without any protective device stating that she enjoyed it when it was ‘skin to skin’.

      Chima whose sensation was obviously getting out of hand took heed of the plea and blindly headed for the long awaited marathon race, which ushered him into a different world both therein and thereafter.

      Fifteen minutes later, they became saturated. Chima who was lying helplessly in the bed appeared like one who just finished ascending mountain Kilimanjaro.

      So pathetic; she had just deliberately infected him with Human Immunodefiency Virus (HIV). Funnily enough, Ogechi was actually HIV positive; since three months back she confirmed that she was living with the virus after several diagnoses conducted in various medical laboratories, she had vowed to infect as many men as possible with the deadly disease, and Chima happened to be her fifth victim.

      The following day being Thursday June 16, 2011 at 6:20 in the evening, Chima who was a HIV carrier, albeit ignorantly, arrived his matrimonial home that was at the moment made up of only him and his darling spouse, Nnenna who couldn’t wait for his arrival.

      Ironically, Nnenna - a very pretty looking and brilliant damsel at 24 who just graduated from the Federal University of Technology Owerri (FUTO), got married to Chima as a virgin. Before she walked down the aisle with the unknown angel whom she ran into barely few months back when she went to deposit money in the bank where he worked, she vowed that she would never be defiled by any man out of wedlock; and as God would have it, she passionately and firmly stuck to her faith until after her wedding day unknowingly to her that the vigorous labour would end up in vain.

      Two months later, Nnenna took in; an awaited moment that brought a totally different phase in their matrimony. Based on the tradition or the routine attached to ante-natal period, in her fourth week of pregnancy, she was diagnosed of all kinds of illnesses and infections with a view to ascertaining her overall health status and capacity and unfortunately and shockingly it was discovered that she was HIV positive.

      Afterwards, she wasn’t told of the unimaginable discovery, rather the doctor requested for her husband’s presence so he could break the news to him. On the contrary, she thought the invitation was to sensitize her husband on how he was meant to take care of her.

      When Chima arrived at the hospital, he was enjoined by the doctor to check his HIV status and he complied though after series of interrogations and enquiries from him (Chima) which were diplomatically attended to by the doctor. Consequently, it was learnt that he was also living with the virus; all these were happening in his wife’s absence. The doctor used the opportunity to disclose to him that his wife was as well HIV positive; he made him understood that that was what prompted the sudden invitation.

      Chima who was devastated and dumbfounded over the incident needed not an interpreter to inform him that the unforeseen and unthinkable medical results were as a result of his uncontrollable randy nature, thus he felt like hanging himself; what pained his person most was that he had deceived an innocent woman whom could be best be described as a god-sent.

      Thereafter when he got home, he broke the breaking news to his poor wife who fainted the moment she fully absorbed it (the news); consequently, she had miscarriage owing to the ordeal.

      Notwithstanding, it would interest you to note that currently the couple in question is living happily and healthily with the infection; Chima has completely turned a new leaf. The marriage is at the moment blessed with three kids – a male and two females, and none of the children contracted the virus. 

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