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 Literature / Re: What Should This Be Called? by OMA4U(m): 12:24am On Dec 17, 2014 |
HumbledbYGrace:You're welcome. This innovation needs publicity. |
| Literature / Re: What Should This Be Called? by OMA4U(m): 12:18am On Dec 17, 2014 |
HBG, God bless you. It's time literary works began to make frontpage. Thank you, Larry. BRB 1 Like |
| Literature / Re: Checkmate- A Nairaland Competition by OMA4U(m): 2:30pm On Dec 08, 2014 |
candy: Thumbs up, darling. |
| Literature / Re: Checkmate- A Nairaland Competition by OMA4U(m): 2:29pm On Dec 08, 2014 |
Ghostlady: Snow or what did I see? Please, let's write something we can relate with. I don't live in the part of the world where snow falls. |
| Literature / Re: Checkmate- A Nairaland Competition by OMA4U(m): 2:27pm On Dec 08, 2014 |
D9ty7: You're not wrong. Divepen still needs to edit. I like the concept too. Well done, Divepen. |
| Literature / Re: Nairaland Detection Club 2 - 2014. For Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014. by OMA4U(m): 8:59am On Dec 08, 2014 |
Skimpledawg: Hahahahaha! I don't mind having her na. Skimpledawg, you're too much. |
| Literature / Re: Nairaland Detection Club 2 - 2014. For Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014. by OMA4U(m): 8:58am On Dec 08, 2014 |
D9ty7: D9ty7 boss. I hail you |
| Literature / Re: Nairaland Detection Club 2 - 2014. For Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014. by OMA4U(m): 8:57am On Dec 08, 2014 |
stuff46: I'm just seeing these accolades. Thank you, Stuff46. |
| Literature / Re: Nairaland Detection Club 2 - 2014. For Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014. by OMA4U(m): 8:55am On Dec 08, 2014 |
theorbiters: Thank you, theorbiters. I'm flattered. |
| Literature / Re: Checkmate- A Nairaland Competition by OMA4U(m): 8:53am On Dec 08, 2014 |
Divepen: Have you discussed that with Princesa? |
| Literature / Re: Nairaland Poetry Club Chatroom. by OMA4U(m): 5:38pm On Dec 07, 2014 |
Teempakguy: Well done! I love this. |
| Romance / Re: Lets Talk About The "Green Light" by OMA4U(m): 9:23am On Dec 06, 2014 |
I disagree. Someone might want to be more than a friend, hence showing green lights, but that same person might still turn you down, not because he/she never shows green light, but for reasons best known to him/her. I tell you, people date with various reasons. Secondly, I don't agree with asking a girl, if she would date you. It will really make you look childish, and she might deny ever being in love with you. Different strokes for folks though. When you observe a flint of green light, you can go ahead and try your luck. Say what is on your mind, provided the atmosphere supports that kind of discussion. I think we understand this better. Green light is very important o. Note: My take. Edited 4 Likes |
| Literature / Re: Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014 by OMA4U(m): 1:31am On Dec 05, 2014 |
Tonia was shocked seeing Rimi behind the lady who had fixed a gun at them. Uche was perplexed, he didn't know what to say. Although he wasn't ready to die, he knew he would probably die a horrible death. Uche went on his kneel, pleading. Tonia's eyes were misted, looking at her love kneeling down. She couldn't imagine what would happen next. "Tonia! Uche! Why? Why!" Rimi voice wafted halfway between sobs and stiffens. He looked at the man who materialised out of the shadows. It was Christopher. And from a distance were men looking after one another and Christopher without prior awareness. The name Tonia rang in Christopher's head, there was something about the name. It was the same name that had brought him to Double R before he eventually ended in Cedar Point. Beyond that, the sound of Tonia reminded him of someone he knew long time ago. "Christopher, these are the betrayals who sent me to Kalakuta." Rimi told Christopher amidst confusion and a feeling of disgust. "You stole my father's properties and later killed him." Zainab spattered out. She was losing her temper so fast. "Are you Tonia Uche who purchased a smart phone recently?" Christopher asked Tonia. This was the person that had brought him to Double R. He was surprised at how ways led to ways. He thanked Rimi who had brought him to Cedar Point. "Where is the key?" Christopher thundered! "We don't have any key, please." Uche pleaded and regretted everything he had done for a moment. Tonia knew the key Christopher was asking and she quickly told him she had it inside. The front door to the living room swung open and Tonia went in with Christopher pointing gun behind her. She brought out the jewelries box in which the key was. Christopher snatched the box. He was ransacking it when One Bullet came out of his hiding. Everyone was stunned, but Christopher was more stunned than everyone else. "Give me the box." Christopher gently gave the box to One Bullet. The cold tip of One Bullet's revolver chilled his brain that would soon burst out. Trepidation set into Christopher's marrow. He feared. "I have to let you know this. From Brown Dino, goodbye brother." A sound emanated from a mysterious source, then blood splashed out into Uche's face. Christopher was shocked as One Bullet slowly fell and the sound that followed was the box as it clanged the floor. Kassim spurred out from the shadow. He picked the box from the ground. "I'm not a saviour. I have only come here to carry out my duty which is to take your life. Having this box of jewelries is an added advantage as a loyal servant of Don." Kassim smiled. His smiles instilled a tensed atmosphere that engulfed and left no one in exception. Kassim pointed the gun to Christopher, he placed his finger on the trigger, then another sound followed. Bullet struck Kassim on the neck, his eyes were open so bright, and his soul was instantly forced out of the body. Kassim couldn't escape death this time around. The box fell again. Uche had taken his chance to drag Tonia, they slipped over to the side of the building, figuring a way to flee. Officer Caleb stood face to face with Rimi Ashara again, the man he had been on his tail all this while. A sense of accomplishment tinged him. But not long, he almost became a dead man. A blast of thick hot air grazed his hair and he heard the sound as the bullet shattered the front door. Rimi, with his right strong arm, he pushed Zainab to one side and dragged Christopher with his left. They ran to the other side of the building into the dark street. The man who had aimed a shot at Caleb shot more. Caleb crawled behind Uche's car as bullet was coming after bullet. He crawled till he dashed into the side Uche and Tonia had taken. They had fled far. The man who had shot incessantly waited for hours till there was no one, not even a fly passed by. He came out from the tall grassy bush he had hidden. He picked up the box of jewelries, inside it was the key. He pitied his boss, Kassim, whose eyes were wide open. Gunshot was obviously a gruesome death. No one knew his whereabouts other than the dead Kassim. He didn't waste time before he walked back to the narrow boulevard path between the tall grasses. He walked farther and farther into the dark, he observed the silence as though the place was a graveyard. He thought no one saw him, but behind him was a man who took a step closer to him. The man who had been seen the whole scene and the gruesome murder of two men and others as they ran far away. He followed Kassim's man into the dark, silent night.END OF CHAPTER TEN 9 Likes |
| Literature / Re: Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014 by OMA4U(m): 1:28am On Dec 05, 2014 |
…………………………….. At the outskirts of Double R Christopher had come to a dead end, when he was told that Tonia Uche had relocated without forwarding address. His anxiousness to grab Tonia's wrist, to get the key before killing her as ordered by Dino became calm like boiling water whose burning coals beneath it suddenly turned to embers. Going back to Chief Brown was not an option, he would go to Cedar Point to help his friend, Rimi, thereafter he would continue his pursuit of finding Tonia Uche and eventually get the key. Christopher drove around the roundabout with sign board at the middle that read: Red Ring Town with a big map. It was becoming dark, so he headed to Cedar Point. Unknowingly to him, behind him were One Bullet and Kassim, plying every route he followed. Behind Kassim was Officer Caleb. He had trailed Kassim from Lake City down to Double R, he wanted to know who Christopher was and why Don had ordered Kassim to kill him, all in defiance to the forewarn he had received from the Walking Shadow. And behind Officer Caleb was Kassim's man. They spied and trailed after one another without the other knowing. ……………………… The route from the eatery at the heart of Cedar Point to Uche and Tonia's apartment had been a short one. It had not been very late, but the shops along the road were locked and shuttered for the night. The moonlit was not as bright as usual and the sky was not starry, it was dark, except from the ambient light from the vendors who squatted behind their stools. Moments after the car screeched to a stop, Uche stepped out to open the door and on the other side, Tonia came out. They hugged each other. From the little distance at the other end of the street, though the lights were not strong enough, the shadow that obscured Tonia's face couldn't prevent Rimi from recognizing her right away. "It was Tonia and Uche." Rimi whispered and fidgeted as he recalled the last night he heard her voice. It was still so fresh in his memory. He still couldn't believe it. His vision became blurred as tears slowly welled up. "What do we do?" Zainab asked with astuteness to take actions. It was time the truth revealed itself and she wouldn't wait a second to send the person who murdered her beloved father to where he went. "Christopher is very closed, let's wait for him." Zainab was becoming impatient. She took out her pistol from her bag and strode out to the couple who were about to step into their compound. "Stop there! or else I will fvcking blow your heads off." Zainab yelled. 4 Likes |
| Literature / Re: Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014 by OMA4U(m): 1:20am On Dec 05, 2014 |
………………………. The dark cloud quickened the pace of the sun as the day began to turn dark. For the fear of being discovered, Rimi and Zainab had left Red Ring Town after they had come to a conclusion that using Zainab's credit card was the only panacea to get some cash. Their home at Lake City had become a forbidden shelter and they had moved father to Cedar Point. A place they believed they would never be found. They had left Double R in the day and they had arrived at Cedar Point with the day waving a good riddance to inhabitants. The peregrination to Cedar Point had set their body fatigue. Zainab suggested they chilled out to a safe eatery before they found a hotel they could hide themselves till Christopher arrived. Rimi had informed Christopher about his change of location and he was hell-bent on seeing him. Christopher, too, was bewildered at how Rimi had become a fugitive. He wanted to complete his mission before he went ahead to help his friend. He had promised Rimi he would be of help to him and now was the time to fulfill that. Rimi had saved him from the rogue who bullied him in the prison. Rimi had been his companion in his short stay in Kalakuta and delay could be dangerous, but capturing Tonia was his first agenda. …………………. Uche watched his dark skinned angel as she sipped the juice before her. Before she settled for the juice they had argued about the most suitable drink for a pregnant woman and Uche had suggested she took the one that would nourish the baby. Uche love every bit of Tonia, her height was rare among women, her wit, and her dark skin that dazzled the same way the star-shaped gold pendant dazzled around her neck. After she stopped her search when she heard Uche whistling, she had gone back to pick the necklace that was the cynosure among the jewelries. Their first night out in the new town must be sumptuous and classic. A kind of special outing it had been long they had. And really they were having a good time. They teased one another and smiled. They felt secured as they had taken a seat in the recesses part of the eatery with dim light and they could easily see anyone before they were being seen. Besides, no one could find them there. They had had a good time and it was getting late. Uche suggested they left before it turned fully dark and Tonia complied. They walked out into the night filled with blast cold of Cedar Point atmosphere. They walked pass a couple without an inkling about who the couple was. "Rimi… Rimi" Zainab whispered his name, twisting her neck behind, looking at the couple who obviously were having nice time. "What's that? Don't you like this place? After all, you have chosen we come here." Rimi said as he looked around for a vacant seat. "No. It was the woman that walked pass us just now. She had the same necklace with star pendant on my neck. Very identical!" She stopped and walked out. Rimi followed her. "Why didn't you alert me on time?" Rimi remembered the beautiful necklace with star pendant he held at the robbery scene before he was knocked out. It was after then he saw the pearls of his black shoes. And it was that same necklace that he saw on Zainab's neck before his memory flooded back. "How long have you been using yours?" Rimi asked her. Now, they were walking behind the couple who were about to enter their car. "I told you. My father gave it to me long time ago." Zainab said, perplexed. "That's Tonia and Uche! That's Tonia! Get into to the car now!" Rimi for the first time didn't open the door for her to go in. He was in haste to meet up with the couple who had driven into a tarred road. ………………… toon! toon! The door to Don Kamir's room beeped after Crystal pressed the secret code. Officer Caleb walked in behind her. He was shocked at the sight he beheld. It was the late Senator Donald Kamiru, who had sent him a fax message with two names - Don Kamir and Rimi Ashara. It was the name Rimi that pulled him on his way to meet Don Kamir. So the senator who everyone thought had died was alive. He was the same Don Kamir. The voice of the man before him sliced his thoughts. "Officer Caleb, I know you will be surprised to see me. It's still me, Senator Donald Kamiru." Don shrugged as he walked to and fro across the room, smiling hysterically, then frowned suddenly. "They thought they have killed me, but here I am, still breathing like every other human. Officer Caleb!" Kamir thundered! "This is a struggle between the ones who hold the mantles of power. Do not put your life in danger or else you become a mere pawn and I, the Queen will feast on you." "But Senator, why have you refused to reveal to the world that you are not dead?" The fearless Caleb managed to question. He stood eye to eye with Don. "Brown Dino wanted me dead and he did, but he had failed to realise his failure. There's something that belongs to us, but the greedy Dino wanted to have all to himself. He sent an assassin to me." Don paused, then screamed, "Me! Don!" He thumped his chest to prove his brawn. 5 Likes |
| Literature / Re: Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014 by OMA4U(m): 1:01am On Dec 05, 2014 |
CHAPTER TEN ACCIDENTAL RENDEZVOUS WRITTEN&SUBMITTED BY OMA4U The return of One Bullet to Lake City was not for any other purpose other than the only mission he was infamous for. He rose from the bed after he finished reading the motion headlines that displayed serially on his laptop screen. He cleaned his dark glasses before he placed them on his eyes. Without the glasses, he had a blond, good, innocent looks that could make anyone vouch he had led a life absolutely devoid of violence, let alone killing a fly. But it was otherwise, One Bullet was a brutally trained assassin who could murder without a single faint of trace. He was prepared for the day's mission, only a call from the Boss was holding him back. He casually scanned the room probably for any forgotten objects, the flat-screen TVs hung on the wall; the bright lights; the lustrous paintings that gave the room a friendly ambiance. One Bullet loved the scent that sniffed into his nose. He loved both the facade and the interior designs of Pace setter Hotel. It was the same hotel he had used the last time he came to Lake City under a false name. He lived abroad and he only came in whenever Dino needed him the most. The last time he came was one of the toughest mission he had carried out for Brown Dino. He had summoned him to jettison Donald. Senator Donald Kamir was a politician and an accomplice of Dino in his outrageous atrocity. They were set of undeserving figures who held high positions of power, lived in luxurious mansions, drove exotic cars around the city. A clandestine plan between Dino and Kamir had led them to the path of treasures and Dino had not hesitated to summon one of his evil henchmen, One Bullet, to murder Kamir, so he only could possess the treasures and the key to it. Little did he, neither One Bullet, know they failed. Senator Donald still lived. He lived behind the scenes in the darkest part of city, he lived as a walking shadow, who no one knew except Crystal, fervently still keen on having the key. A moment later One Billet's phone rang, he pressed the keypad, and listened to the voice on the other end. "One Bullet, take off!" The voice paused, "I hope you have his picture and you have not forgotten his name?" "Yes, boss. Christopher, right?" "Good! No mistake." "Alright, Boss" One Bullet dipped his revolver underneath. He was an expert shooter who never missed. He killed with just a single bullet, hence for his name. He smiled at himself, a cold smile. The kind of smile he put on his cheeks when he was going to kill Donald. One Bullet would never waste a second to suffocate any breath who was a logjam against his boss. …………………. Christopher had copied the store password in an encrypted form inside the windows directory, he had transferred it into his personal computer and without wasting time, he had cracked it up. The system administrator of Bolin Store had read many names of buyers for the past few months, but the one Christopher knew would be of immense use to him was: Tonia Uche, Smart Phone, 3:22 pm, Red Ring Town. Christopher had successfully hacked into the store database and had found Tonia's name. He knew Tonia was Brown's target. He had informed Brown about Tonia's new location and Dino had ordered him to go after her. Now he had got another assignment from Dino and he had successfully done that too. Christopher ran his palm over his rough hair. He felt like a genius. A moment later, his phone rang. He watched the phone ringing, while he used his device to check the caller's info and to see if the call was not being traced. "I see things others do not see." Christopher smiled when he heard his caller's voice. He was always playing his game to be on the safer side. He was never a loser. "Have you found out Kassim's whereabouts?" Brown Dino asked. "Yes, I have figured it out. Kassim is an informant of your opponent, Don Kamir." Christopher had informed Dino that he heard an opponent and that had startled Brown. Although he couldn't guess who his adversary was and why he had chosen to be his opponent, he knew he would only kill whoever it was like a step on a cockroach and listen to his screech as he would plead for his life. "Who is this Don Kamir? And what does he want?" Dino coughed and quickly waved to the nurse squatted beside him that he was alright, even though it was obvious Dino was dying and only his key could revive his devastating health. And now he had got an opponent again. He sighed. "Don Kamir is the same Senator Donald Kamir who everyone thought he's dead." Christopher informed him. Although he couldn't see his aching heart, his quavery voice had made him realise Dino had something to do with the Don. "But he's dead! How come?" There was a moment silence before he continued, "Christopher, go to Double R Town now. Make sure you get Tonia. You know there's always a price for failure, so no mistake!" "Okay, Sir." Christopher jerked himself up. He loved his rough looking face and unkempt hair. It would make no one guess what he was capable of doing. Christopher set out into the hot afternoon before he hopped into his black SUV, then zoomed off. Behind him was One Bullet in another black car who would take his life soon. 4 Likes |
| Literature / Re: The New Man By Femi Ademiluyi by OMA4U(m): 10:19pm On Dec 03, 2014 |
cupidora: The New Man is one of the best African books I have ever read. I love the book! Ayo Badejo 7 Likes |
| Literature / Re: Nairaland Detection Club 2 - 2014. For Nairaland Writers Collaboration 2014. by OMA4U(m): 9:09pm On Dec 03, 2014 |
Vonn, so this's where you are. Audreytimms, I'm awed!!! |
| Literature / Re: Nairaland Poetry Club (Launch Thread) by OMA4U(m): 5:56pm On Dec 01, 2014 |
The assignment of the week is to write a poem based on two things, juxtaposing between the two, as it was done in I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, the free bird and the Caged Bird. I am very impressed by the enthusiasm and prowess displayed in writing the last assignment. God bless you. OMA |
| Literature / Re: Nairaland Poetry Club (Launch Thread) by OMA4U(m): 5:51pm On Dec 01, 2014 |
The poem we are studying this week is I KNOW WHY THE CAGED BIRD SINGS - MAYA ANGELOU The free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with fearful trill of the things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom The free bird thinks of another breeze and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own. But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom. Maya Angelou 1 Like |
| Literature / Re: Nairaland Poetry Club Chatroom. by OMA4U(m): 11:12pm On Nov 30, 2014 |
odutolu1: Welcome, TommyDott. I have been busy for a while now. You will be added soon. Welcome once again. |
| Literature / Re: Patron Of Matrimony (the Complete Story) by OMA4U(m): 1:13pm On Nov 29, 2014 |
stuff46: Yes. Thanks |
| Literature / Re: Patron Of Matrimony (the Complete Story) by OMA4U(m): 7:40am On Nov 29, 2014 |
Stuff46, kingphemy, LouisVanGaal, Bunsky, Esixlove, marioking, Vikkyk10, you guys can vote me on this link. Another update will be coming on Monday. I only want to take my time to write the next update very well. www.nairaland.com/1804027/free-n5000-writer-here-every/31#1804027.1015 When voting starts, please endeavor to vote for me. Thank and God bless you. 2 Likes |
| Jobs/Vacancies / Re: Nnpc/Exxonmobil 2014 OND Graduates Recruitment by OMA4U(m): 12:23am On Nov 29, 2014 |
deleib: I don't, but I will try if I can get a temporary national id card. I will go and try luck. |
| Jobs/Vacancies / Re: Nnpc/Exxonmobil 2014 OND Graduates Recruitment by OMA4U(m): 12:47pm On Nov 28, 2014 |
deleib: I tried to get the voter's card today, but my name was nowhere to be found and I have lost the temporary card. I also want to use the National ID card, but I only have the online bar code. I'm just perplexed. |
| Poems For Review / Re: My Little Collections (an Anthology) by OMA4U(m): 8:22am On Nov 28, 2014 |
ayozainy: I love this poem! I have always known that Ayozainy is good! |
| Jobs/Vacancies / Re: Nnpc/Exxonmobil 2014 OND Graduates Recruitment by OMA4U(m): 8:20am On Nov 28, 2014 |
deleib: Good! I hope you're still going? |
| Literature / Re: Patron Of Matrimony (the Complete Story) by OMA4U(m): 10:28pm On Nov 27, 2014 |
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| Literature / Re: Patron Of Matrimony (the Complete Story) by OMA4U(m): 8:28pm On Nov 27, 2014 |
Beko caught the sight of the blemished scars on his wife's body. He felt her pains, but not her broken spirit and confidence; not her lost prestige, neither the burning wound on her heart inflicted by the man she loved when he scolded and abused her, and beat her almost to stupor. Beko was no longer a father! Back home, Jolomi gazed into her mother's eyes, she imagined how she would feel whenever she recalled one of their lovey-dovey days she was always happy to narrate. Those days when Beko would whistle at her mother's window to call her out and tell her how much he missed and cared about her. In the time past Remi had once told her how lovable and caring her father was. The one Jolomi vividly recalled was her narration about Beko when darkness crept into her life. It was Beko Jackson, who became her Jesus, the light of her world. Hours after Remi gave birth to Jamal, her first kid, no one could really say what went wrong, even Remi herself did not know where she was or what was happening to her. She was frantic and speaking incoherently, giving wrong answers to questions. She strained her blouse vigourously till it got torn. Her hair was frayed and scattered. The doctor told Beko that she had gone mad. He was not deterred and stood firmly by her till she came back to her normal sense. The second time it happened was when she gave birth to Jolomi. It had been noted that whenever Remi gave birth, her deranged mental would take a root somewhere in her brain. She couldn't expose herself to more humiliation, she stopped after given birth to the two children, she believed there was no third child aside male and female. She had both and she was contented. The night they returned home Remi slept at one corner of the bed, father in the middle and the new wife on the other side. Jolomi and her brother dragged the table to one side and slept on the mat. That night, and many nights after, mother had succumbed to fate, and endurance to bear the loud moaning and screaming of the new wife, as though she was being given pepper to eat and caramel to savour at the same time whenever father was making love to her. Nauseating, disgusting, and a scandalous act! |
| Literature / Re: Patron Of Matrimony (the Complete Story) by OMA4U(m): 8:26pm On Nov 27, 2014 |
Grandma shot another bullet, "You will begin to live together as one," Grandma called out as if they were far away and she warned sternly, "Jolomi! Jamal! She must not report any of you to me, or else…." She slammed the table and it shook, it shook Jolomi. The ground also seemed to wobble beneath her feet. Slowly, shadow cast across her face, her eyes were shocked as though they were begging grandma to keep shut, but grandma would not. Jolomi and her brother kept mute as if all were happening while in a trance. This time mother was jolted back to reality. It was real! Tears welled up in her eyes, like the heavy water hung onto the cloud, threatening to rain. Then the rain fell when Grandma shot her deadliest arrow. "Mama Jolomi, your wife is pregnant." The old woman said spitefully. Jolomi's mother sat stock still. Silence smothered the room as though Grandma's bullet had murdered the words in her belly. The silence was so thick until Grandma sliced it, "Nothing must happen to her and her unborn child." She said with juxtaposition between threats and advice. Mama dragged her maid, the new pregnant wife, to kneel before Remi. It all came hitting her unaware like a spray of bullets. Remi felt a stab of betrayal. Her countenance seeming to be carved out of rock as Mama's words hovered over her like a savage bird of prey. Grief darkened her eyes. She grieved no one, but her heart. The silence had lengthened and the ceiling fan that was spinning around seemed to have joined her mourn her heart as power outage slowly stopped the fan. Remi shuddered and tried to speak, but the words vanished somewhere within her lungs. Jolomi quavered without trying to speak, perhaps she wanted to call back Jamal, who hissed and walked out of the house. She cleared her throat, and tried again, "Be...Beko Jackson, tell me it's not true." Her words came in a low rasping voice. Remi passionately called her husband's name. Beko had the world-weary look as though he was coaxed into it. He said something with a nasal voice as if he had spoken with his nose. "Get up and beg your wife." Grandma yelled, feigning concern." Promise her you will take care of her." Father stood tall, "Sorry," He said as though sorry could give back life to the murdered heart and if sorry could be a resort for crime, court would have no jobs. Father begged and Grandma did the same, as if it had all been a coincidence. Like a caged dog that was about to be used for sacrifice by his decade owner, mother felt betrayed. She wept bitterly. More than a decade. Her face was acrimonious. Jolomi looked around the single room. This one room of love would soon be divided. She went over to the shelf and tuned off the Panasonic TV. She drifted towards the only window. The heat was burning her skin. She packed the curtain and shook it in one corner of the window bars. Beside it was a calendar hung onto a screwed nail. She blinked at the date on the calendar. August twelve nineteen ninety-one. It would be marked in her mind forever. She sat back on the wooden four-legged table, folded her arms and miserably beheld the wall clock as it ticked farther and farther into the future. Mama glided her maid's Ghana-must-go bag under the bed. Four pipes supported the bed with a spring on it which accommodated the mattress. It had occurred to Jolomi that the love would be divided, but she had not anticipated the future of the matrimonial bed. ………………………………………………………… The day that followed was like dust had just settled on the battlefield, but the night that followed had resurrected the dust. It was time for bed and the bell of asunder began to ring. Remi would never allow the new wife to share her matrimonial bed with her. She sprung vehemently into dispute, and all Mama's effort to cow her into submission were availed. Beko Jackson transformed into a different man that night. His fickleness was like the sunny weather that suddenly rained. A rain of merciless blows battered Jolomi's mother. At first, Jolomi watched her mother in a valiant posture that said beat me, you would see, but she felt her anguish when Beko pushed her to the hard floor. Then, he pulled out his leather belt, Jolomi shivered as he held the curvy tip of the belt and decided to flog her mother with the steel on the other head. Jamal stood closely to the window, staring at his father's ferocious actions. His heart bled as his father beat the hell out of his helpless mother and ultimately threw her out of the house. Remi clung to her children. In the dead of the night, they trolled down to Baba John's house. Week went after week before Jolomi's father came for them and took them back home. An epiphany painted itself before Jolomi’s very eyes, she saw a sharp edge of knife piercing the love at home, truncating the peace, and murdering what was a home. It was really a home! |
| Literature / Re: Patron Of Matrimony (the Complete Story) by OMA4U(m): 8:24pm On Nov 27, 2014 |
CHAPTER FOUR The jollof rice was almost done, when Mama stormed in with her maid, Sidi. Jolomi was glad to have grandma at her birthday. At the instance her glimpse caught Sidi, she ran to cuddle her. Regardless of Sidi's village accent like pronouncing letter M as eemu and the horrible marks on her face, Jolomi found her interesting to be with. Whenever Jolomi and Jamal went to visit grandma on holidays, they always longed to meet Sidi. She told them mythical interesting tales, like the tales of hunters in the forest of demons. Jolomi hurried out to the backyard. "Mummy! Mummy! grandma has come." Jolomi screamed before she ran back to grandma. She didn't quite understand at first, but it was becoming glaring little by little. Grandma's countenance was odd and that had made her focus on her. Her brown Kampala blouse was the one her mother had given her during her last visit. Her last visit had been a different one. Mama noticed the changes in her son's house. He had gotten a better job and things were changing, and his wife had been the only one enjoying them. Remi rushed in, tightening the yellow-green wrapper loosely around her waist, her top-knot hairstyle was rough, she dressed them back as she walked in, kneeling down to greet grandma. "Mama, is everything alright, ma?" Remi asked, bemused. "Everything is alright! It's my son I have come to see." She paused, "I have also come to tell you that you can no longer becloud my son's eyes with your bosoms." Remi couldn't comprehend this. It was like Mama was speaking in a forbidden language she must not listen to. She wanted to talk when Mama continue: "Where have you kept my son? Jolomi! Where is your father?" She called Jolomi as though Jolomi had fainted. Jolomi stood, shocked and bewildered. The curtain of the door swayed as Beko and Jamal drew in with crates of coke. They quickly dropped the crates and polythene bags of birthday menus. "Good that you have come, my son." Grandma said as soon as she set her eyes on Beko. Mama's attitude was perplexing. Beko couldn't predict was she was up to and besides, why she had come with Sidi. His heart began to beat as though a pestle was pounded on it like a mortar. "Good day, Mama." Beko greeted. "Welcome, grandma." Jamal prostrated. Mama did not even look at him twice before she lurched on the couch. "Come and sit down, my son. Congratulations! It has happened exactly the way we want." She thumped the sofa. "Sidi, sit here." Beko and Sidi sat side by side closed to grandma. Grandma's maid was short, anorexic, distorted face. Her oversized buba pronounced vividly the two wells below her neck that could reserve water to use for years and that made her outfit unwelcoming. "Bring me the stool in the kitchen." Remi slowly uttered, trying to conceal her fears. Jolomi sat on the edge of the table. She watched as grandma raised her eye-brows to talk; her dark, fissured eyes deepened. Her sparse grey hair lay in wispy ringlets against her scalp. Her arms were frail, but her tongue was thunderous. Words were shooting out of her mouth and strikingly piercing into Remi's heart. Mama began, "See, this is your new wife. Your husband has gone to market and has brought home a beautiful maiden." Jolomi wondered what kind of market it was where they sold wives to men. She shifted on the wooden table. Her thighs were closed together with her right palm rested on her black skirt. She was struggling with rage. It was like grandma was dipping her fingers into her mother's eyes. She stole a glance at mother to see her countenance, and to see what it felt like. Jolomi's mother sank into a stupefied and drab moment. The news sharpened the ugly expression that peered out behind her beautiful face. Creases were forming on her forehead, as she squinted squarely into her husband's eyes. She wondered if their eyes would ever speak the same language again. Beko rested his head on his folded arms, facing down as though he was remorseful. 1 Like |
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