Fiction

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Unseen
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Uncovered
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Unparalleled
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Unprofessional
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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Unpublished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

Unseen

The creaking sound of a door opening broke into her sleep. She had been literally ‘falling’ asleep when her extra – sensitive sense of hearing picked up the sound. Now she was wide awake. Ordinarily, Dame Dafinone would frown at being disturbed from her mid –day siesta but not today. Instead she felt fear creeping up within her as the sound continued from somewhere in the front of the house. Weekday afternoons saw her entirely alone in the house; her son and his family having gone to their respective places of human endeavours – be it their work stations or learning institutions. Weekday afternoons were silent and peaceful times for her to rest and rejuvenate. All alone in the house, it always afforded her the quiet she sort for her own peculiar mental and spiritual tasks. She looked forward to weekday afternoons. The solitude and aloneness helped remind her a bit of the serenity and calmness that characterized the simple, village life she missed but knew she might never return to. At least for as long as her first son had breath in him, which would be a very, very long time from all indications! The creaking sound continued but[…]

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Uncovered

A smile played on his lips as he emerged from his car. A smile that always made its appearance every time he thought about Roli or was about to see her. He effected the security measures on the car and turned towards the quaint shop he had parked in front of. Toju passed a hand over his head as he walked and the smile widened into a grin. In her opinion, there was always nothing to be cut on his head but then she wouldn’t know. She wasn’t a man. He’d feel filthy if he didn’t have a haircut almost every week. It would be a slight on his personal hygiene program and well, his image. More importantly, it was an excuse to see her as often as he could manage. Their first meeting was forever etched in his memory. No, more pertinent were her first words to him. “Good afternoon.” Her voice almost as bright as the sun blazing that day. “And this is a barbing salon.” Her sharp eyes were trained on his head. “I wonder if you’re in the wrong place.” His once – foul mood at the time had been dispelled by her attitude and outspokenness.[…]

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Unparalleled

At a fast – food place ‘Unaccompanied?’ The voice came out of the blue. A strange male voice. She looked up from her almost finished drink, giving the tall stranger a quick, sharp once – over. ‘Uninvited.’ ‘Unoffended.’ A slight frown marred her brows. ‘Unappealing.’ ‘Undisturbed.’ He was smiling confidently now. ‘Undergraduate?’ He inquired. She had very misleading youthful looks. However, her curves helped out most of the time. He couldn’t see her completely. She was sitting down, half covered by the table in front of her. ‘Unlikely.’ He tried again. ‘Unemployed?’ Now he was getting on her nerves. ‘Unacceptable.’ ‘Unattached?’ He queried once more. She uttered not a word for fear that it would be scathing. He proceeded to draw out the chair opposite her. She halted his action with a look that could kill. ‘Uninvited,’ she repeated with emphasis. ‘Unwise.’ ‘Hmm…unapproachable.’ ‘Unasked.’ ‘Unventured, ungained.’ A slight pause, then. ‘Unacquainted.’ He stretched his hand towards her. She ignored it and finished up her drink. She rose to her feet, a lovely shaped feminine figure in a pair of blue bootleggers and a denim top. ‘Unnecessary.’ ‘Unfriendly,’ he told her, watching her. Without another word or glance, she walked away.[…]

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Unprofessional

He was talking as he walked through the door. ‘Is this the last one, Seke?’ He waved the file he was holding in the air. ‘Can I take a bit of a break then?’ He walked towards the counter she stood behind. ‘I’m a bit peckish.’ The two ladies at the counter both looked at him; Seke , the lady he addressed, was the older one of the two – a middle-aged, matronly woman – looked up from her scribbling on a pad while the other lady, the much younger one standing by it, turned slowly to look at him as well. Momentarily, there was a halt in his tracks, then he continued. When he spoke again a smile could be heard in his voice. ‘Well, hello there.’ The timbre of his voice dropped noticeably. His smile came naturally, effortlessly, expanding his fleshy, friendly facial features. The lady didn’t return the smile. The bland expression she had on her face, while watching Seke write a while ago, was still intact. She regarded him with cool, brown eyes. ‘Hello Osawe.’ Her voice matched her eyes – cool, very low – toned and husky. ‘It has been ages.’ He turned and addressed[…]

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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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