SWEETER than CHOCOLATES

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A friend like no other. He is one that will cry with you when you are sad and give you his shoulder to lean on. He will put off his shirt for you when you are cold and will blow air from his mouth if he has to just to ward heat off. He is that friend you will run to when you are in trouble because you know he’ll be there for you.

A big brother I never had. Protective and very sweet. He wants to know who you are with and how the person is treating you. Trust me, no one can’t you if you have a brother like him. He is prepared to fight for you even if it means getting beaten.

A father anyone will be proud of. He is ready to part with his last cash just to give you the best. He is stern…

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OFFICE LIFE 7

HI FOLKS. HERE IS THE CONCLUDING EPISODE OF OFFICE LIFE BY BIMBOLA ADEBAYO (@Bunmi_Bimbola). THANKS FOR FOLLOWING THE SERIES. ANOTHER ONE STARTS NEXT WEEK. PLEASE READ, ENJOY AND BE KIND ENOUGH TO SHARE. BLESS…

Within an hour, an “unofficial” memo had gone round the television station announcing my appointment. Friends and foes milled around me to say their congratulations.

Only God knew what was running through the minds of many of those that had never wished me well while I was an intern. Some could not hide their disdain for me due to my very good relationship with my boss. Some others were simply envious as they did not have the kind of access I had to my boss.

Such people had used my ‘staffing’ to became instant friends with me that day as they congratulated me. One of them who is the Personal Driver of the Director of Programmes also went a little further to tell me how they had discussed the “crazy lifestyle you and your oga live”.

Most of their postulations were totally wrong. I needed to get him to spill more from whatever they had talked. So off we went to the bar. Two uniced bottles of ‘the Honourable’ and his mouth was running. If I ask him one question, he would answer five. Of course, they were just wild guesses that they concluded was right.

I was getting pissed by his alcohol induced talk and was about exiting when some ‘party organizers’ showed up. “We don dey find you nah”, one of them said as he brought out a sachet of gin and put one on d table.

One of them who was the office Dispatch Rider quickly volunteered to take me to the ‘party’ venue, our jedi and pepper spiced ponmo joint. I was thanking my stars that day’s assignment had bulky “returns” as those people would have made me a debtor and ruined my reputation.

We arrived and as I settled with a few pieced of the spicy ponmo, the Dispatch Rider took off again with the jedi woman. Within few minutes he arrived with the local beverage gin seller with another bike speeding behind him carrying the seller’s daughter with another big bowl containing bottles of these drinks in different colours and flavour.

Needless to say that I already knew that these people had “run” me down financially for that day. I was only praying that there would be enough cash to cover my transportation fare back home after the official and unofficial office “activities” for that day.

Inside me I was greatly trouble while the “Sepe” woman was smiling and bubbling. She had hit some kind of jackpot that day. Her daughter, who was in on the skin bleaching thing like her mother, was busy serving the beverage while her mother was taking the orders for peppered sauce meat. While my pocket was crying for a saviour, the drinkers were grooving and working their livers up.

As the groove got heavier, one of the party planners had called to one of his fellow revellers to go bring his vehicle so as to supply music. My last day as an intern was becoming very interesting. Perceived enemies were closing ranks and new friends were being made over our jedi and pepper-spiced ponmo.

Best part was the arrival on the scene by my oga with four babes in tow. Three of the ladies were well known. One of them had looked down me also due to her ‘parole’ with Mr. Oga while the two others were also interns. The fourth was a new one.

They all joined the party and made some “inviting comments” while saying their congratulatory message. My Oga will always be a wonderful man. He ordered for as many bottles of the ‘Big Honourable’ and in his short speech said “this is my beloved son in whom I am well pleased”. He then ordered the new female intern to “go keep his company. He is a great man”.

DECEPTION 4

DECEPTION IS WRITTEN BY ISAACOLA A.A.THE WRITER IS @newnaija ON TWITTER AND BLOGS AT http://www.isaacolanewnaija.com.

Read Episode 1 here https://oscarpoems.wordpress.com/2014/02/11/deception/

Deception 2: https://oscarpoems.wordpress.com/2014/02/18/deception-2/

Deception 3: http://www.oscarpoems.wordpress.com/2014/03/04/deception-3/

The look on Safiya’s face was a combination of confusion, agitation and shock.

One million telepathic messages passed between the couple without any verbal communication. She sighed heavily and collapsed on the royal bed like a sack of produce.

Still shell shocked, she sat up and tried to pull herself together. Her composure at that point was actually a surprise to her because the Safiya she knew would have betrayed emotions.

Wearing a straight look which was devoid of any expression whatsoever, she managed to get up. The passion he had roused in her earlier while they took a bath was now distant memory, replaced by a feeling she could not find a name for.

“*Me ya faru maigida na?”, she said in a quivering voice as she stood in front of him and tilted her face to look into his eyeballs for the first time ever.

She was still a bit panicky as she carried out the bold act of looking into his face. It was against custom to stand face to face with her husband but she could not care any less. Added to that flagrant disregard for custom was reality that Shehu would never do beyond what he did to her earlier. He could only start, not finish the ‘job’.

“Be careful girl”, a voice said to her from far away. There was very loud silence as the duo stood toe to toe and swam in each other’s eyes. Each was lost in different thoughts, trying to process the reality that just dawned.

“So this Prince as good looking as he is can’t make a woman feel ‘high’ as Maalim always says. This means Maalim is a blessing. Of what use is a man whose ‘down there’?”.

“Are you any better? You’re not intact too”. It was that voice that warned her earlier that was again interrupting her thoughts yet again, triggering guilt and adding to her ill feelings.

Shehu was trying to process how to present his defence rationally before she became hysterical.

“Turn the tables against her by accusing her of not being woman enough to arouse me? That’s not proper, she’s not to make the move. Come clean and explain my predicament and solicit her cooperation? That sounds better but I can’t stake my pride. The info I have should be beneficial fa!”.

He was a bag of jumbled thoughts, thoughts that were flying in different directions in his mind. Clearing his throat noisily, he placed a hand on her naked shoulder and spoke.

“**Gaskiya, akwai damua, ***ba’a lafiya…”

Before he could finish the sentence, all her pent up emotions gave way and she shrieked with a high pitched voice, tears streaming down her face in a heavy rush.

Outside the window, there were cheers as the young men outside high-fived each other in celebration, mistaking her shriek as the breakthrough in tearing the hymen.

The whole palace was alerted and there was a buzz everywhere. They were expecting him to come out and display the blood stained handkerchief to seal the induction of the new bride into the womanhood of the Palace.

Hearing the joyful celebration and what it meant, Shehu knew he had to act fast. He closed the little gap between them and grabbed her by the neck.  She let out a whimper as she wondered what came over him. Her feeble resistance was nothing compared to the brute force with which he held her neck so she gave up struggling with him and looked terrifyingly into his blood shot eyes.

“I know about you and your Maalim Safiyat”, he said and let her off his grip. She went limp with shock and fear. A sardonic smile played on his facial feature as he walked away from her and sat on his reading table.

“I have information of what has been going on between you before you were betrothed to me and afterwards. That is why I settled for you when my father suggested you as my wife”, Safiyat stood speechless and scared stiff as she tried to place how her escapades with her Maalim came to Shehu’s knowledge.

“We can help one another”, he added as Safiya sunk into the bed in absolute shock, dejection and surprise.

*Me ya faru maigida na? (Hausa) – What happened my husband?

**Gaskiya akwai damuwa (Hausa) – Truthfully, there is a problem

***Ba’a lafiya (Hausa) – I’m not well

DECEPTION 3

HI FOLKS, HERE IS THE THIRD EPISODE OF DECEPTION. WE COULD NOT GET IT HERE LAST WEEK DUE TO CIRCUMSTANCES BEYOND CONTROL. WE APOLOGIZE FOR THAT.

SHEHU AND SAFIYA ARE MARRIED AND BOTH HAVE REVELATIONS TO MAKE. LET’S SEE HOW THEY GO ABOUT IT. COMMENTS ARE WELCOME

DECEPTION IS WRITTEN BY ISAACOLA A.A.THE WRITER IS @newnaija ON TWITTER AND BLOGS AT http://www.isaacolanewnaija.com.

Read Episode 1 here https://oscarpoems.wordpress.com/2014/02/11/deception/

Deception 2: https://oscarpoems.wordpress.com/2014/02/18/deception-2/

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Shehu did not waste time at all. He needed to get everything over with so that they would both reach a sensible compromise. Removing his long royal robe, he looked into the eyes of his new bride. She lowered them quickly in a bid to put up a “shy” show.

Her Maalim had told her not to look directly into the eyes of the Prince. He had told her that Shehu was a smart man and could not easily be decieved. The Maalim had told her a lot of things too like she should use alum to wash her private part. He had even gone as far buying the alum for her so as not to raise any suspicion. Safiya had used the alum as instructed but she was still scared. There would be no blood, the Maalim had told her but she would be as tight as a virgin.

Shehu put a finger under her chin and pushed her head till she was looking into his eyes. Safiya tried hard to close her eyes but there was something in his eyes that she could not read, the same thing that held her captive to his stare.

He helped her remove her clothes, prompting her to do the same for him. Safiya did so with shaky hands that had Shehu smiling all through. When they were both nude, he held her hand and led her to the bathroom. He bathed both of them all the while thinking of the best time to let the cat out of the bag. He decided it was best he told her when they were far from slippery, hard tiles. The news would shake her definitely, so he needed her alive and intact, not dead or injured.

By the time they got to the bed, Safiya was already craving the Prince so badly that her non-virgin state was almost a forgotten issue.

He had done things to her in the bathroom and evoked a passion in her. The fiery passion burning in her was alien to her. The Maalim had been almost straight to the point but Shehu paid attention to every part of her body.

Shehu took a moment to look at his wife’s naked body. If not for his erectile dysfunction, he would have been on a journey to the outer space. Safiya’s body was smooth and soft like a baby’s. She had perfect body; the kind that always made him lose control. With her eyes dark with passion, Shehu knew it was time to talk.

Safiya knew something was wrong but she could not place it. The Prince was doing everything to her but did not allow her touch him especially down there. Has the Maalim not told her men liked to be touched ‘down there’? He had told her that men get stimulated by that, so why was her husband avoiding her touch?

Modesty? Definitely not that. They were married after all. Safiya felt a boldness fueled by passion and touched him there. Immediately, she looked at Shehu and found him with a semblance of a ghost smile on his face.

The Prince’s smile was very stiff. His lips were curled up but his face bore no expression. Safiya searched the almost straight face for an answer; an answer why his manhood was not hard as a rock. Why are you so lifeless down there, she asked without moving her lips, letting her eyes do the asking.