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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Horrible Monday

HORRIBLE MONDAY

     “Hello!” Biodun exclaimed, stopped the moment he walked into a very pretty looking damsel at his departmental block on his way to class.

     Biodun, a three hundred level (300 Level) student of Mass Communication department in the Olabisi Onabanjo University (formerly addressed as Ogun State University), Ago-Iwoye, Ogun State situated in the South-West geo-political zone of Nigeria was actually headed in opposite direction to the supposed recipient of the unexpected greeting.

     Unfortunately, the lady in question ignored him, kept on moving, which wasn’t unusual to the public lifestyle of most Nigerian single ladies.

     Persistently, Biodun hastily reversed his movement and double-crossed her, though he wasn’t standing directly in her front but very closely by her left side.

     She stopped furiously. “What is it?” She eventually uttered though in a low tone, frowning.

     Both parties whom had campus notebooks in their respective right hands were still facing opposite directions based on their original destinations.

     The melodrama was taking place at about 08:12am on Tuesday March 5, 2002 during the first semester in the university’s academic session.

     “Honestly, I’m deeply sorry for bothering you,” Biodun apologetically said. “I never meant to hurt a pretty damsel like you.”

      He was really looking sorry; with the look on his face, only a Jezebel-like creature wouldn’t succumb.

     “I’ve heard you; it’s okay,” she responded. “Just that I detest strangers embarrassing me this way.” She said, gesticulating with her left arm which was her only free arm.

     “I understand.” The hustler appreciated.

     “So,” she chipped in. “To what do I owe this?”

     “Well,” he submissively replied. “I’m Biodun.”

     “Okay,” she said. “I’m Kemi.”

     “That’s a lovely name,” he teased, smiling. “Belonging to a lovely creature.”

     “Thank you.” She stylishly appreciated.

     Kemi who was dark, about 5.1-foot tall and slim wasn’t just beautiful but magnificent. She was putting on a grey skirt, white top and black cum white flat-heel sandals; her hairs were gorgeously plaited. Whilst, Biodun who was clad in black jean trousers, multi-coloured polo, black baseball cap and ash trainers was chocolate, plump and about 5.4-foot tall.

     “As you can see,” she added. “I’m on my way to the class.”

     “Sorry for going further,” Biodun pleaded. “Are you in this department?”

     “Yea.”

     “Interesting…”

     “What’s interesting about it?” Kemi interrupted.

     “This is my department too.”

     “Okay,” she said. “Now I understand.”

     “You must be a fresher?”

     “Why do you think so?”

     “Because you’re looking very fresh.” Biodun cleared the air.

     She smiled. “You might be right.”

     “So, you’re a first year student of Mass Communication?” He verified.

     “Yea.”

     “Be my guest then.” He hinted cheerfully.

     “How?”

     “You just came in of course,” Biodun highlighted. “So being an old student, I’m meant to be your host.”

     “You’re so funny.” Kemi applauded, displaying her white teeth.

     Biodun couldn’t hold his heavy smile; he was very glad to see her laughing.

     “So, what level are you?” She enquired.

     “300.”

     “300 level?” she exclaimed surprisingly.

     “Yea.”

     Apparently, he needed not an interpreter to notify him that he had won a bit of her seemingly invisible heart.

    “Wow,” she said. “You are already through.”

    “You can say that again.”

    “I’m so happy for you.”

    “Thank you.”

    “As you can see,” Kemi observed. “I’m already late to class.”

    “Oh, so sorry about that,” the lover boy appreciated. “What time is your lecture?”

     “My first lecture begins by 8:30am.”

     “Same here.”

     “You mean, you also have a class by 8:30?”

     “Yes,” he replied. “And the lecturer in question is a no nonsense woman.”

      By this time, it was about 08:25am.

      “So, can I take my leave?” She requested.

      “Of course,” Biodun approved. “You’re not in a prison yard.”

      She smiled. She was no doubt really fascinated by his sense of humour.

      “Please, before you do that,” he urged. “Can I have your number?”

      “You mean my phone number?” She pretentiously enquired.

      “Yes.” He responded. “So I could glance at this lovely face again.”

      “Okay,” she admitted having smiled. “Let me have your phone.”

      Having transferred his notebook to the left hand, Biodun quickly dished his right hand into his right jeans’ pocket, brought out his cell phone and handed it over to her.

      She hurriedly but stylishly typed the awaited eleven-digit number on the phone’s keyboard and returned it to the owner.

      As soon as he received the handset, he hastily and gladly flashed her so she could have his. “Please, save the number.” He enjoined.

     “No problem.” The apparently 20-year-old girl pleasantly replied, left immediately for her lecture class which was situated upstairs.

      Biodun who watched her depart, quickly took his own leave for his classroom.

      Considering the warmth feeling he was abruptly filled with, it was indeed an epoch-making day for his person.

      Barely two weeks later, Biodun and Kemi became best of friends on the campus; the unannounced intimacy was undoubtedly to the envy of their friends and foes. The relationship continued persistently that they could never spend a day without seeing each other.

       One year after being 2003, Biodun successfully graduated and left the university. The distance created after Biodun’s graduation almost took Kemi’s life; everyone around her was of the view that she wouldn’t survive the ordeal. In spite of the inevitable challenges, the relationship, which could be best described as that of oil and salt, metamorphosed into a more formidable entity to the utter amazement of everybody within; apart from his unending and regular phone calls, Biodun was frequently paying her visit on campus even during his National Youth Service programme which took place between 2004 and 2005 notwithstanding that he was serving at a distant destination, Kogi State precisely.

      Kemi completed her four-year degree programme in 2005 and consequently embarked on her compulsory Youth Service programme in Niger State in 2006 which lasted till early 2007. Before this time, Biodun had secured an employment in a broadcasting firm in Lagos State.

      In April 2007 immediately after Kemi’s youth service, the two vibrant and brilliant youths (Biodun and Kemi) who hailed from Ogun State got engaged. Thereafter, they were addressed by their close friends and relatives including their parents as ‘Tom and Jerry’ owing to the manner in which they were piloting the love affair.

      Same year (2007), Kemi got a job with a national daily newspaper in Lagos State; this development made them became closer again just like when they were still on campus that they could see each other even on a daily basis if they wished. At this point, Kemi who had clocked 25 couldn’t wait to embrace her wedding day.

      In January 2008, Biodun who was 28 thought it wise to quit bachelorhood, thus he and his fiancée agreed to have their traditional marriage as well as church wedding in March 2008, which would mark exactly six years they met each other. Their traditional wedding was scheduled to hold on Wednesday 5^th of March 2008, which was the very date their first meeting transpired six years back.

      On Monday March 3, 2008, which was barely 48 hours to the D-day, something very tragic and unthinkable occurred; Kemi was killed by a stray bullet during a robbery incident that took place at one of the commercial banks within her place of residence when she was headed for her office. It was unarguably a horrible Monday.

      On his part, the incoming groom almost committed suicide when the terrible news got to him.

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