Archive - October 2012

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Unassumed
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Unpublished
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Unscheduled
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Unplugged
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The Bet
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The Smack of Love
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Do you know what today is?

Unassumed

The conversation started out as friendly banter. Then it turned serious as the man still refused to pay for all the drinks he had consumed. The woman seller looked like her patience was running thin. She attempted one last time to reason with a customer past the normal reasoning level due to intoxication. Dragging on a fresh stick of cigarette, Rasheed watched the unfolding drama from his corner in the dingy makeshift bar. It would not be the first time he was witnessing such. As a regular and a likeable one too, occurrences like this were all in a day’s work in the bar. He blew out a tiny cloud of smoke as he settled comfortably into the white plastic chair he occupied. He could almost predict the outcome of the scene in front of him. By now, the drunken customer was riling against the bar and its seemingly expensive drinks. The woman had summoned two men to her side; she was always prepared for moments like this. They were occupational hazards she had grown accustomed to. A smile was forming on Rasheed’s lips as the drunk rose unsteadily to meet the two men who now approached him. Fleetingly, Rasheed[…]

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Unpublished

Jan. 1st Happy New Year, diary! I ended last year on a sad note. Pere and I broke up. I’m so unhappy. Jan. 9th Haven’t seen or heard from Pere in more than a week. Not that I expected to. After all the horrible things I said to him! Jan. 11th Diary, Seah was here today. She asked about Pere. Rumour has it that he was posted to Port – Harcourt for his NYSC. Jan. 14th Pere came today. He wanted to make up. I didn’t let him in. I told him off through the window. Practically shouted at him to leave before I sent the dogs after him. As I watched him leave, I wondered why I said those things to him. What is wrong with me? Jan. 22nd Seah said Pere left for Port – Harcourt yesterday. This is what she said and I quote: “Esi, you’re a total and complete fool for letting a good thing pass you by.” Jan. 24th I miss Pere. I love him. And I hate him too! Jan. 30th School’s a week away. Can’t wait! It would help take my mind off thoughts of Pere at least. Feb. 4th Diary, I’m finished![…]

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Unscheduled

The prospects of the day looked bleak. It was barely 9am and her back hurt intermittently already. Didi stretched slightly, placing a hand on the small of her back in a vain attempt to kill the pain. Her shoes were off and lost somewhere beneath the row of tables she worked on. She wished she could shed the red jacket she had on as well. If only she were at home she would have, but in the office? That was pushing it, she thought, as she looked at the red miniature camisole she had underneath the jacket. Small beads of sweat on her forehead gave testimony to the amount of effort put into the task at hand. The room she worked in was cool, constantly being made so by two air conditioners which were on full-blast. She stretched again, this time arching her back to an almost bowed angle. She not only looked tired but also felt the effect of fatigue rake her small, slim frame. And the day had only just begun. Her list of ‘things to do’ was endlessly intimidating. Not desirous of dwelling on them to increase her gloomy perspective of the day, she massaged her neck[…]

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Unplugged

Besides the monotonous ticking of the clock at the far end of the room, the only other sound was soft moans in response to the pressure of hands. Hands – feminine, soft, delicate yet firm – moved with precision and expertise in rhythmic motions on a large expanse of dark, smooth, muscular and masculine back which bore no signs of its tensed condition. Expert fingers found tensed and displaced muscles and strained ones as well, exerting pressure on them and massaging them into relaxed positions. Just then the clock struck mid–day, and she sighed deeply. As though a signal he had been waiting for, Safona flexed his muscles abruptly, interrupting her work. She stared at him in silence, expressionless, as he manoeuvred himself into a sitting position. A wall of chest just as dark, as large, as expansive as his back came into breathtaking view. Besides a white towel knotted at his waist, his upper body was bare. ‘You’re distracted, Enae.’ His voice was husky, matching his somewhat brutally attractive facial features and heavily – built stature. Big, brown, brilliant eyes set in a round, babyish face met his black piercing ones for a while before falling away. ‘I’m not.[…]

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The Bet

‘He won’t!’ ‘He will!’ ‘He can’t!’ ‘He can!’ ‘You want to put your money where your mouth is?’ ‘Do you?’ ‘How much?’ ‘Enough’. ‘You’re on’.   She walked into the room with a slight frown on her brows, shortening the distance between them. The room was buzzing quietly with activity as people moved leisurely from one side of it to the other – garbed up in all sorts of attires that did or did not befit the occasion. Music, low and soft, emanated from an electronic device barely visible. It was complimented by the human voices that were hardly above the sound. All of this she noticed in one slow turn of her head as she walked further into the room. A waiter bearing a tray appeared at her elbow and a slight shake of her head answered his unspoken question. He hovered around hoping she’d change her mind but she calmly walked away and positioned herself at the bar, leaning an arm against it. She looked around again, as though in search of someone, and wondered what she was doing here. She hardly knew any of the smiling faces in the crowd except her friend,Ese, who had invited her[…]

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The Smack of Love

First, she’d grab your ear and twist it. The pain from this made you bend forward and downwards, involuntarily, giving her uninterrupted access to your back where her elbow came crashing down, WWF – style, seconds later. One minute you were standing beside her, the next you were in a fighting ring prone on the floor; your ear ringing, your back on fire and birds circling your head. My eldest brother had a different approach. Pretty much consistent like his mother. Once, I described it to a friend and his remark was: ‘Sounds like someone who attended a federal secondary school.’ He did. And his was a unique brand imported from Federal Government College, Kano. One sharp, unexpected slap on one cheek began the process. Instinctively, you covered the stinging cheek with your hand. The second slap hits the next cheek before you get over the first. Of course, totally unexpected too, and stunning you with its impact. It is with shock that you cover the second cheek with your other hand and, depending on how strong you are, tears are either running down your cheeks or clouding your vision; your face downcast. The third and final slap tilts your[…]

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Do you know what today is?

I haven’t slept properly in six years. Through no fault of mine, though. Then again, maybe it is. I decided to go down this route of companion and carer, consequently losing sight of what a good (night’s), sound sleep felt like. Meanwhile all around me, peaceful, uninterrupted, shut – eye take place. I hear the rhythmic rise and fall of it when I make certain, in the middle of the night, that one of my bedfellows is not kicking the other, unconsciously. Their snooze positions are comic material; think a labourer after a very hard day’s work. I’m a wide – eyed witness to it in the loud, broken – down- trucklike version from my beau which keeps me awake most times. And I can’t help stopping by some yellow -faced relative of mine, on my way to a late night bathroom run, as he sleeps sprawled on the sofa in the sitting room. He looks so serene in repose, and what the heck happened to his room? Enough sleep -dropping already. I didn’t sign up for this. And while I’m well aware of what this institution entails, I just don’t think lack of consistent, required, renewable, standard sleep hours[…]

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