Thursday, January 5, 2017

Work in Progress. From the book entitled, “Gone with the Last Bus” by Sunny Jack Obande. ENJOY!!!

At the foot of the huge boulder, the deposit of fine shingles had become a makeshift bed for Mama Sherifatu and the supposed spiritualist, their clothing, heaped together on the sandy earth, now a temporary mattress. She laid on her back, her legs wide apart with the knees drawn up to accommodate the weight of her partner in crime who was busy thrusting in and out in quick successions, the muscles of his exposed buttocks squeezing so tight with every effort. At first they were so into their sins they didn’t even notice we were at the scene.
“Spirit enter into me,” she cried in-between thrusts, “Spirit enter into me and be my protector.”
        
“Abomination!” Akeke breathed as we stepped into the open and towered over them. I was almost certain he would kick the busy man violently from behind as we closed in on them. “Which spirit is entering into you, Mama Sherifatu?” he spat in resentment, “Spirit of this crook or spirit of Lucifer?”
          
And that was when these two, joined at the waist in their coital embrace, suddenly realized they were not alone. The man was first to respond. He quickly pulled himself out and rolled onto his side, briefly revealing the woman’s wet crimson slit from whence his phallus had just made its abrupt exit.
         
“Jesu!” she cried out in shock as she scrambled to cover her nudity with what she could grab of her dress, “Akeke, what are you two doing here in this forest?”
         
“What nonsense question is that?” Akeke retorted, his ugly face taking on a vicious expression, “Are there no more vacant hotel rooms in town? Why come this far just to fuck yourselves in an open space like two stupid dogs? Tufiakwa!” He coughed up phlegm and spat on the ground very close to these two to show his disdain.
         
“My brother, it’s not what you think?” the spiritualist stammered through the words as he struggled to quickly fit himself back into his rumpled vestment.
         
But Akeke wouldn’t let him do that; he snatched the garb from the man’s clasping grasps. “Give me your garment, idiot! I’ll make sure you go back to town naked,” My chap threatened with all seriousness, “And if you dare to come near me, I’ll be forced to do damages to your adulterous face, I swear!”
         
The flustered man got the message and made an effort to keep a safe distance between himself and Akeke’s reach. “Please don’t go away with my holy gown, my brother. As I said, it’s not what you think,” he pleaded, his hairy face contorted in a mix of fear and embarrassment.
         
“Then tell me what this is, you lying charlatan!” Akeke replied, “So your work is to lure women here and then fuck them afterwards in the pretense of carrying out religious rituals? Well, your cup of sin is full today because I must go to town with what I’ve seen. Thank God I have an eyewitness to give credence to my evidence.” He jerked his head at me.
        
I nodded in return to let Akeke know I was with him all the way on this. “In fact, I still can’t believe what I just saw with my two naked eyes!”
I sighed as I folded my arms across my chest and shook my head in utter disappointment.

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Sex is a Weapon by Omoruyi Uwuigiaren

What usefulness is marriage when your partner tells you she does not enjoy sex? And seven months down the line, the monster between your legs remains inactive. But in the next world, you are king. Constantly in dream land where you only have good sex. You could hear her moan in pleasure as she wraps herself under your cover. She was expressive and her long sound reached the gates of heaven. Reaching for the sky and exploding as you cum on her face. You wish the journey never ends. The earth is old and must pass away, but your fantasy must remain.
The strokes are beautiful. They were like trees that bowed gently to the sweet movement of the morning breeze. But it was only a dream. Not at the altar with the woman you vowed to spend the rest of your life. At the slightest provocation, you cursed the day you made that vow. What will you do?
At Igboelerin, Lagos, a woman went seven months without having sex with her husband. Beaten and broken by excuses, the man who was deprived could only help but wonder why such was his fate. Being told you cannot have sex when you know you should be in the pool can be killing. A man could be at variance with his own nature. Sometimes nature only favours its own.
One sad morning, the woman broke down and took ill. After several days on the sick bed, and not recovering, she was rushed to the hospital. Trust the good doctor. He asked them to conduct test to ascertain what was really wrong. The couple did not wait forever before the test result arrived. The doctor gladly broke the news to the man that his wife was two months pregnant!
Confused, the man masked his anger with an exaggerated smile. But his wife began to shiver and sweat profusely and he could feel the heat on her face. Who was responsible? The man not willing to embarrass his wife before the doctor took the result in good faith and drove her home. His mind began to work as they make their way back home. He managed to stay focused as he drove. He remembered they have not had sex for over seven months. How could she have been pregnant for two months? This cannot be the work of an angel. The last time an angel impregnated a woman was over two thousand years ago!
When they got home, he sat her down and threw out his question, “Madam who is responsible for this pregnancy?”
She sat up. “Who else if not you?” she replied defensively, avoiding eye contact.
He chuckled and crossed his arm over his body. “You are two months pregnant!”
“Yes, oh yes!” she hissed and fired back.
“But we have not had sex for over seven months in this house.”

 “That is your problem. Not mine!” she yelled at him.
The kept his cool. He spoke with a voice that was as soft as a whisper, “You have constantly rejected me. Don’t tell me you had an encounter with Angel Gabriel because we already have JESUS CHRIST! Now, tell me the truth or I will expose you. And then I will throw you out of the house. You are cheating me. Who is responsible for this pregnancy?”
Not willing to confess, she began to cough vehemently. As the poor soul waited for her response, she ran to the rest room and locked herself up. Coughing and causing all sorts of problems to buy time.
Her device worked. The man not wanting to cause commotion left the house. As he made for the door, he said, “I will be back by 5pm. Prepare for war if you fail to tell me who owns the pregnancy!” he slammed the door behind. He mounted his bike and zoomed off.
By the time, he came back home few hours later, he met his house locked. His wife had disappeared with his two children.
Shattered and broken, tears rolled down his hollowed cheeks. Few days later, news reached him that she was with the man that got her pregnant.

Sadly, the two children he thought were his; also belong to the man that took his wife away.