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The One That Got Away

April 9, 2018 | True Life Stories | No Comments

The One That Got Away

It was supposed to be a time out in Apapa Lagos- a time for Joana to write a story. Meanwhile, a few months before she got the offer, she’d dabbled into writing short stories and making hair wigs. But this time, things were different, it isn’t just a story, it is a movie script… she sought to write. Joana anticipated writing the best movie script ever, hence the saying; nothing good comes easy.

Writers’ Block

As multi-talented as Joana was, it didn’t purge her off having bumping roads while trying to reach the end point before even getting started. She was stuck in chapter one for a whole week, with no clue of where and when she’d get back her mojo. Joana was devastated with thoughts of being at the crossroads of her writing career, just about the same time her career commenced.

Joana has always had a knack for watching movies of different genres, it was her escape from reality and also a reminder of the kind of life she wanted to enjoy. With so much belief for creative art and narratives, Joana watched each movie she’d engage in with so much earnestness. From the likes of Jet Li to Jackie Chan, Tom Welling to Chris Hemsworth, Ramsey Nouah to Frederick Leonard, Rita Dominic to Empress Njamah, Mariana Seoane to Maite Peronni and many more. Joana found these persons to be highly talented as they take up roles and interprets various characters flawlessly.

She imagined herself often times in the image of some of the most amazing acts as she tries to see through the characters portrayed by them. Imperatively, she needed to tell her own stories by writing them. And just as much as she longed-to finishing her first movie script, the further away time drifted. However, Joana was as hopeful as always.

Finding the Right Distraction

A few days passed with Joana’s writing mojo in the wind, she was beating herself up for something she had no control over…. She’d stay up at nights hoping for her mind to be clouded with rushing ideas by morning. The more she tried, the more frizzled her mind’s eye became.

One Friday afternoon, While Joana’s thoughts drifted into a million pixels curated from the beautiful image on her desktop, she was suddenly awoken by the loud “grriinngg” of the doorbell. She literally dragged her feet all the way as she peeked carefully through the peephole before opening the door. It was Jackson, a colleague to Joana’s sister Mary, who’d come to drive them to the mall. On hearing this, Joana’s lazy pants almost ripped itself off when Mary stepped out gorgeously in a pretty red drippy dress. With a weird countenance, Joana pleaded for Jackson to wait a few more minutes cos she could make do with a distraction.

The Shopping and Search for a Nightclub.

As they drove through the streets of Apapa, Joana was engulfed with the silence and indistinct honks from the Lorries and Tankers. The street was almost barren as the big vehicles buried the images of bikers and passers-by within their mighty shadows. Soon, the shopping was rounded off and Jackson decided to drive through GRA in search of a night club.

Joana’s spirit was awoken by the thought of going to a night club…. She wanted to go someplace chilly for a drink, it was a reflective impulse, like the quest for palm wine, and Joana needed to see new faces in order to feel invisible. After a not-so-long search, Jackson pulled over by the entrance of an open bar/ restaurant and uttered smilingly. This bar is mostly crowded by expatriates, and I think you’d enjoy your alone time here, cos they’re not very loud in here. Should we go in now, or would you rather come back later in the evening, Implored Jackson? Without a second thought, Joana agreed it’d be better to return later that evening.

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The Bar

Jackson followed Joana into the bar, found a cool spot by the right side of the room. She told Jackson to leave and would reach out to him when she is ready to head home.
There, by the corner, she sat on a table for two. Alone and beautiful, above all, she was overly confident and certain that things would go well for her. So, Joana ordered for a drink, brought out her journal and started to make a draft for her movie script. Like a cool breeze from the sea, Joana was feeling so alive, with inspiring ideas gushing through her brain, she was enjoying the slow blues from the radio as she wrote.

Briefly, she soughed, moved her eyeballs from below her glasses, an image flashed right through her eyes. Across from the other corner was this son of a miracle, tall and stunning like an angel on a magazine cover. There he was, as gorgeous as a prince charming, with such beautiful eyes. He was so pleasant to behold, he appeared unbiased from his innocent gaze, and Joana thought perhaps, he wasn’t looking her way. But she could tell from his dilated pupil, the difference, and there was no way in hell that “this drooling” was out of lust. The electric sparks from his fairly grey eyes revealed so much, and obviously, this feeling was mutual. But unfortunately, his tongue was rather muted as it was curled up inside by his beautiful baby lips.

Lebanese Charmer cc: @ryaneggold

The Lebanese Charmer

With deep thoughts ravaging her mind, she examined him carefully. A shrink would probably flip a card or two to tell how intensely their heart both raced. He couldn’t approach her table because he was unsure if she was waiting for a lover or a friend, but part of him wished she was single. Joana wanted to make a move but her indecisive voice kept murmuring from within….she disregarded the voice swiftly, brought out a sticky note, and inscribed her phone digits unto it. She made an excuse to use the bathroom so as to slide the piece of paper through his shoulder into his breast pocket. And as she walked across towards him, she could feel the pounding of his heart from the embodiment of his elevated chest. Just a step or two closer, she reached for her sticky note, ripped out the page, and then, everything went black…

After a deep exhalation, it was pretty obvious that “the people from her father’s village followed her to that restaurant” but then again, it was PHCN at their best…Interrupting power supply like it’s no man’s business….. Few minutes after Joana got over herself, her “prince charming” reached out to the girl in a red dress who came in with one of the expats. With a bent neck facing the ground he whispered to her ears, and Joana wondered from afar with eyes raging in curiosity.

Cold Feet

She forcefully stood up, this time with a daring courage, she was tired of waiting and she needed to grab this laid out opportunity by the balls. And so, she walked towards him, it was like a coincidence because he was making his way towards Joana. His face was covered with smiles of both courage and chicken feathers when the lady in the red suddenly appeared. She calmly spoke up….He is shy of you, and he’s been admiring you all night…. Joana smiled in disbelief as she shook his hands.
It was a brief exchange of pleasantries, Joana excused herself to the loop. She returned after a swift moment to meet his absence, she felt defeated as her inner voice tormented her heart with a million questions….

Out of Sight

Joana stood there scanning through the entire room looking for her Asian guy. Just before losing a hang of it, the lady in the red dress approached. She told Joana that Kevin had to leave in a hurry, and had implored her to get Joana’s number across to him….
Joana’s heart leaped for joy as she gave her the sticky note which already contained her number…..the lady promised to deliver the message and gave Joana her mobile number just in case. Soon afterwards, Joana headed home. All smiley Joana got home with hope in her heart that she’d see her prince charming again. After a few moments of flashbacks, she took off her all black skater dress, showered for a while and went straight to bed.

Minutes turned into hours and hours appeared to linger for eternity, and she finally traveled into a deep sleep. The next morning was dawned already and Joana quickly reached for her phone to check for unread messages, and find out if Kevin had called….there was neither a call nor a message, it was not what she’d expected. At midday, Joana reached out to Emma “the lady in the red dress” but she was yet to get a hold of Kevin because he wasn’t home.
Hours later turned into days, and days into weeks, but Joana never quite got that call……………..and so, she named him……….

THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY…
Don’t be a chicken, you have nothing to lose…. It might end in a yes, but if it ends otherwise, be proud that you at least tried…. Every chance at love is worth approaching, the first move doesn’t necessarily have to be from the male gender, there’s no shame in trying.
Try for love, fight for love. That spark between two hearts is hard to find…….

Love is worth everything….

The Broken Vase chapter 1

April 9, 2018 | True Life Stories | 4 Comments

The Value of an object is magnified by the person wielding it…..

With a heavy thud, it struck itself down to the floor of Amaka’s living room. A shocking shatter of the ceramics engulfed thereof. And on impulse, her mother zoomed into the room like “The Flash” to find her most precious vase, in pieces. In the context of reality, Ngozi should have known that “the value of an object is magnified by the person wielding it”.

Abusive Correction

Without considering what could happen, she pushed her daughter so hard with a heavy spanking on the shoulder. I’m sorry mommy! The daughter screamed frightfully, but her mother wasn’t accepting any of it. Like a loosed wolf on the night of a full moon, she pounced on the girl and continued to hit her till she could hit no more.
You better stand up from there right now! In fact, go get the broom and clean this place up. She instructed and went back to the room.

A breeze of silence echoed her angry voice over and over until she paused to listen in, it felt like a sepulchre in the desert. Not even a buzzing fly could perch on any part of the environment, as if no life has ever inhabited. Then she remembered Amaka! Ngozi then proceeded to peep through the glass window so as to observe whether or not Amaka was finished with the cleaning.

Abusive correction is not ideal…..stop the battering.

Amaka’s Bio

Although, Amaka never knew her dad till she was 5 years old. Her mother got pregnant out of wedlock, and as a first child she was thrown out of the house for bringing shame to the family. Amaka was later handed over to her dad right after her mother passed away 8 years ago. Before the event took place, Amaka’s father was already happily married to Ngozi. And as it stands, Ngozi is yet to have a child with him even though she’s a mother to two other kids.

Being unable to bear kids with a man and suddenly, a child surfaces from somewhere? I suppose some women won’t be thrilled with that kind of change either. But in this case, Ngozi cooked up so much bitterness and resentment towards Amaka, thereby obstructing her sense of realization to the fact that “Amaka is just a child“.
Amaka! Amaka!! Amaka!!!
This stupid girl thinks I’m joking abi?
I will deal with her in this house…….
Why are you not answering me? Silly girl!

In that manner she rushed in through the door, to her greatest awe, there she was.
The little girl, laid helplessly on the cold somewhat shiny floor, in her own pool of blood.

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Lost in trance

For the first time in her entire life, Ngozi had no clue on what to do. Time was slowly dashing away and Amaka was still bleeding. Ngozi decided to run to the neighbors’, but not a soul was present in the hood. Things were gradually getting sour, the little girl was starting to become clouded in pale white skin.
Ngozi was nowhere to be found…..!! Her dumbfounded soul could not fathom that which befell her…oh, what a shame this is, Ngozi’s uncontrolled emotions hath finally rewarded her with a slap from the furnace of reality. This was hard-core reality….no turning back….it is over….and so she ran away as the wind of guilt chased her through…

The floor of the living room was married with floral tiles. And mixed with it was the almost lifeless body of Amaka shivering and gasping for air. Amaka couldn’t cry no more, neither could she move, for she’d been pierced by a piece of the broken vase. And all that was left for her, was that moment in trance……so, she wept from the bottom of her innermost being, calling out to her saviour.
Save me! Dear God, I beseech thee! Please save me, for I need not die vain…..

To be continued……..

Stand up for a mistreated child…
Say no to violence and child abuse…
Be the voice behind the muted and the frightened…
Humanity is worth everything…..

Also published on Pulse.ng http://www.pulse.ng/communities/bloggers/short-story-the-broken-vase-id8185812.html

Ola The Rapist chapter 1

April 6, 2018 | True Life Stories | 2 Comments

Starting a University Degree

As a young adult in the university, i was exposed to so many things that i never would have thought existed. And ideally, i just didn’t want to explore life that way because there was so much danger out there that i couldn’t afford to let get to me. So, i approached things carefully, and i measured my footsteps before taking them. This was necessary, especially because cultism wasn’t a hidden thing in Ambrose Ali University, Ekpoma, Edo State.

Old Buddy/Roommate

After being admitted into the foundation program (pre-degree) to study Botany, even though i applied for Bio-Chemistry, Rita asked that i moved in with her. Rita and i attended the same secondary school and graduated the same time, but she got into the university before me. Though, i was quite reluctant because i wasn’t used to living with other people aside family members. After pondering over it, i took the offer. It was a kind gesture, and given our history, we’re almost like close cousins. Soon afterwards, i moved in with her and school life started happening. I was doing quite good, and Rita and i grew closer as time progressed.

We would go together on the streets of Ihumudumu road to fetch water with a wheelbarrow most evenings because there was no water connection in the house. I remember how she laughed at me the first time i carried a 50 liters of water on the the wheelbarrow, and i literally rode it like a drunkard. The next morning, i couldn’t feel my arms, they were sore from exerting too much muscle strength from the day before. I must say, University life for me in Ekpoma was fun until……………something happened and then, i had to move out of Rita’s place.

My New Lodge.

By the time i left Rita’s place, she was no longer talking to me. I just couldn’t figure out how to deal with malice and resentment. Honestly, it was a lot of nerve-bruising phase and i had to get out of there before things escalated. One of her neighbors took in my stuff while i went to stay with my course-mate from Lagos. That same lady followed me around the better part of Ekpoma, in the search of a new hostel/lodge. And after a wild search, we found a place.

My new lodge was a bit close to the new campus, and far away from Emado campus, where we go for learning. The University made it so, in order to control the crowd of students that comes in and out of each campuses. In less than two(2) weeks, i got all my stuff together and moved in finally. All thanks to Cynthia, it was a smooth and less stressful time for me. Till i left that University, Rita and i never spoke to each other again.

Ola the next door lodge mate.

Ola was a Yoruba guy, a Muslim and he was allergic to fish. In the first few weeks, i was shuffling between my bed and classroom. As a reserved person, i didn’t like to socialize too much because some people have no control over their tongues. So, i’d occasionally invite two of my friends over anytime i needed to talk to someone other than myself and my television. I listened to a lot of Chris Brown and Michael Jackson, they inspire me with their good music and it was the best thing i indulged in.

After a long stay in my new lodge, i made friends with one of the guys in the lodge. Funny thing was; there were four (4) boys and just two (2) girls in the lodge. It didn’t matter so much since everyone was minding their own businesses, we never had quarrels nor fights, it was a peaceful place to live in. But Ola was always in the habit of playing loud music at nights, and this was pressingly disturbing. I’d often bang on his door for him to turn down the volume, it was crazy how he’d do it always just to disturb others.

The Unfaithful Night.

After hurrying back from a 9am to 5pm non-stop classes, i need to cook and eat before setting out to watch the premier league match. It was a Manchester United match versus Liverpool FC, Afeez was waiting for me to finish off so we’d get a good place to sit at the viewing center. Time was drifting so fast that one would imagine the “Rapture” was finally upon us. But as a Naija person, NEPA/PHCN would not just let a girl cook in peace….
One hand had a soup spoon and the other, a Nokia phone as though i was searching for a native herb like a sorcerer’s apprentice.

I finally had to let Afeez go without me, it was the best way to secure our anticipated third row seats. And as he left, i dashed into the bathroom, showered as fast as i could and rushed back inside to dress up. At first, i thought it was a thud from the passage way, then it repeated and i screamed on top of my tiny voice…. who’s there? Afeez, is that you? then the voice answered, it is me, Ola!!

Beautiful women smile mostly.

I quickly put on my bathrobe and opened the door…. how may i help you Ola? He answered sluggishly with a weird stare in his thin face. I need to borrow some of your DVDs, it’s Friday and everyone will be going someplace for the weekend….i ….just want to watch some movies.
One moment please! i rushed in and out as fast as i could and handed him some of my latest Hollywood collections of TV Series. And so, he left with a quarter smile on the face.

The Rape/Murder Attempt

In Less than five (5) minutes he returned, banging on the door and asking for my DVD player remote control. I was already getting pissed off because he was delaying me. I rushed in and handed it over to him, this time he was not by my door. Ola, here’s the remote! He opened the door to find me in the passage way, and then he said; sorry to disturb you, could you please, just show me how it works?

I went inside to check if the remote functions were compatible, before i could understand what was going on!!….Ola had bolted the door. I just shook off the shocking impact that door could have made, and continued to check the DVD.
Next thing i felt was Ola…!! Holding me by the waist with eyes shining like that of a Bush-Cat, i shrugged him, but he didn’t bulge… Then, it dawned on me that Ola may have been waiting for Afeez to leave the lodge that evening.

To be continued.

Stay tuned for chapter 2…..

Talk to Someone about any injustice in your area.
Say no to sexual violence and abuse.
Say no to rape.
A boy/girl/man/woman is not an object of sexual entertainment.
Rape offenders should be castrated.
Shame rapers, they are monsters and murderers in the making.
Protect the sexual dignity of every individual.

Disclaimmer
I have nothing against the Yorubas, i used it because the Ola character was a Yoruba guy.
Remember; there are saints and monsters in all tribes and works of life.
Read with an open mind. 🙂

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